Claire De Lune [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor
eBook Category: Erotica/Science Fiction
eBook Description: You are invited to the galaxy's most prestigious beauty pageant. Swimwear optional. Romance and danger...fully provided...
Cocky young Detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, has been attacked, and her assailant is now dead. It's surely a simple case of a stalker-gone-mad, as nothing bad has ever happened at the Selene contest before--or so the brochure says.
The assassin, however, turns out to be a horrific hybrid of man and feral beast. No one seems to know where it came from or why, including the wily resort administrator who's desperate to keep the whole thing under wraps. The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more certain he is she's hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they soon embark on a torrid affair. But their forbidden romance isn't the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.
Sebastian's infatuation with demure beauty Claire Villiers, another mysterious contestant who may or may not be connected to the case, threatens to put all four of them in harm's way. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year's pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn't the only thing in the eye of the beholder.
A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon...
Genres: Science Fiction / Futuristic / Action / Adventure / Mystery / Detective / Voyeurism
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2011
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Evelyn, boasting a mischievous grin, stroked his thigh under the table, edging dangerously close to his dick. His next sip of Mackison competed with a gasp. He covered his mouth. It was all he could do to stop a mouthful of beverage showering the green baize. Evelyn's hand had strayed into sensitive territory. He didn't know whether to yank it away or shove it deeper into his crotch.
"Keep it up," she whispered in his ear. "And that goes for your winnings, too. Tonight, I'm gonna screw your brains out."
Jesus Christ! His hold on propriety slipped like an eel through soapy rubber gloves. The casino grew close. Stifling. Evelyn grabbed his crotch and massaged the tip of his erection. He gave another gasp. The brunette watched him through the prism of her glass while she sipped her Malibu. The way those sensuous black gloves contrasted with her white arms and shoulders... Oh, God! He glanced down at Evelyn's breathtaking tits. His hand shaking, he took a large swig of Mackison. It helped. Only for a moment. Evelyn moved in close and placed her hand on his shoulder. She gave him a look so serious and seductive he felt his erotic self tumbling into her cleavage. Somebody...help.
"Un banco de trois cent mille."
The Australian answered, "Banco."
Gerry wrenched himself to his feet. He regained the wherewithal to kiss Evelyn's cheek before stuttering, "Excuse me. Shan't be a minute," to the other startled players. Breathing a long, shivery sigh on his way to the restroom, he tripped on a step and almost bulldozed a waitress into her trolley of snacks.
"Good God." He locked the men's room door behind him. "She's an animal. I'm dating a goddamn wild animal." He gathered his breath while leaning over the sink, then looked into the mirror. If he could make it through the next couple of hours... He retrieved the card from his pocket, read it again. A swill of cold water on his face only exacerbated the night's absurdity.
What he needed was a change of perspective. Someone more objective to put it all together. Neutral eyes.
"Come on, Sebastian," he muttered. "I'm outnumbered. And they're not playing fair."