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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Pleasure Master by Angelique Anjou (Futuristic Romance): The alien artifact that plows into their newly completed space station contains more than just the 'remains' of a dead alien. Legion is stirring and not even Medical/Science Officer Anya Rambo can resist the golden god, last survivor of an alien race. Debt of Honor by Elizabeth Batten-Carew (BDSM/Contemporary Romance): Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to so much trouble or that she would end up in a harem. Contact by Jaycee Clark (Romantic Suspense): When P.I. Daxton Adams discovers a serial killer has set his sights on Meredith Fox, he's forced into a race against time to save the woman who scorned him. Prince of Desire by Donna Grant (Historical Paranormal Romance): Lucian Sinclair has left his beautiful magical home, Drahcir, in search of his mate. Mating Behavior by Mandy M. Roth (Paranormal Romance): Alan has a problem--he wants Katie in the worst sort of way, but Katie's human and for a were to choose a human for a mate is a death sentence--for both of them. Rating: Contains graphic violence, explicit sex, adult content and language. Some stories include oral and anal sex, brief scenes of female/female sex, and bdsm.

eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Donna Grant's The Royal Chronicles
• Various Authors' Phoenix Rising Series

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There was an air of almost hysterical excitement threading the party in progress in the dining/rec hall of the space station dubbed Last Stop by the crew. Jubilation filled the hearts of even the most levelheaded and serious among the twenty souls aboard the station on the outer rim of the solar system officially named SP-13, Staging Platform 13. And, although, technically, there was supposed to be a skeleton crew on duty to monitor the myriad of specialized equipment that had just come fully online, in actuality everyone was partying.

Medical Officer, Anya Rambo felt a stirring of uneasiness as she spied three more of the duty crew slipping into the room and sidling as unobtrusively as possible toward the spiked punch bowl.

That made it unanimous. There wasn't a single soul on board the space station that hadn't imbibed--including her. She was never really off duty, however, since she was the only medic on the station and she never drank more than 'sociably', not as sociably as some people who called themselves social drinkers. Rather, she accepted the drink handed to her and sipped it slowly and rarely indulged in more than one, even when she was technically off duty.

She'd learned from hard experience that she couldn't afford, ever, to completely relax because the moment she decided to behave irresponsibly someone got sick or someone got hurt.

With a strenuous effort, she shook off her uneasiness. The shields were up and besides, they were at the very frontier of open space. It was highly unlikely that anything could possibly go wrong--now.

When they'd arrived at the space station nearly a year ago to replace the previous crew, the station had only been about seventy five percent complete. They'd been expected to bring SP-13 up to one hundred percent completion within the year, and they'd done it in ten and half months.

They had every reason to celebrate. Not only had they brought the job in weeks early, but now they could look forward to going home.

Anya felt her own pulse quicken at the thought.

Only three months and she'd feel real gravity pulling at her again, be breathing real air, not tanked in--sort of. At least once she set foot on Terra Firma again, she could walk outside if only briefly. It'd be fall, her favorite time of the year. In the deep south where she'd grown up, it would still be hot during the day, but pleasantly crisp at night. The leaves on the trees would be turning. The sunsets would be stunning.

Wryly, she smiled. It was the little girl still in her that got such a thrill out of the fall. Fall was festival time. The fairs and carnivals made their rounds. And then there were the holidays.

Ironically, even though the ancient mythologies that had spawned the celebrations were all but forgotten by the vast majority of those who celebrated them, everyone still hailed the holidays with enthusiasm.

She did, even though she hadn't had anyone much to celebrate with in years. Her family hadn't exactly been prolific and those still living were scattered to the four winds.

She made it a point to join her sister's family when she could, though, and sometimes her brother even made it to the 'gathering'.

Her niece and nephew weren't going to know her when she got back. They'd been so young when she left, she knew they wouldn't remember their Aunt Anya. The thought caused her a pang and she pushed it aside, smiling as Laine caught her eye across the room and began to make his way toward her.

Captain Tim Laine had more than his fair share of charm, and he'd been kind enough to bestow it upon Anya at every opportunity. She wasn't really interested in becoming another notch on his bedpost, though.

Well--she was. She found him attractive. Unfortunately, their community was a painfully small one, too small for such a thing to go unnoticed. And Laine had already made the rounds among the other female crewmembers--a couple of times. She didn't mind the idea of recreational sex. In fact, she was damned horny and the punch wasn't helping, but she preferred a privacy that was non-existent aboard the space station. She supposed that made her a spoil sport, because half the fun everyone had on board was gossiping about who was getting it.

They called her the Ice Maiden behind her back, and they weren't terribly subtle about it either. She viewed the sobriquet with a mixture of irritation and amusement, mostly because it was so childish. One would think people would eventually outgrow the inclination to call names, but obviously they never did.

"I'm surprised you joined us, but glad," Laine murmured as he reached her, giving her one of his practiced 'undressing' gazes.

As certain as she was that it was practiced, Anya still felt her pulse jump upwards a notch.

He was good. She'd give him that. It didn't hurt that he was also pretty much the best looking male on the space station--not that he had a lot of competition in that department. The crew hadn't been chosen for their appearance but rather their expertiece and beauty so rarely went with brains!

She smiled coolly. "Mmm. Even the Ice Maiden likes punch," she responded a little tartly, knowing he was the one who'd first coined the name the crew enjoyed bandying about behind her back.

He had the grace to redden slightly. He shrugged. "If the name bothers you...."

Anya chuckled. "I've got nothing to prove. But thanks for offering."

He frowned, taking a long drink from his glass. "Recreational sex is good for morale."

"But I'm a bitch," she reminded him. "You know, cold. And I'm sort of choosy about who I let inside of me."

His good humor vanished. "You are aware that it's expected?"

"Unofficially, of course."

"They told me you weren't a team player."

Anya chuckled, but shrugged. "Individuality still isn't a crime, though. As I said, I'm picky, and I'm just not so needy for release that I'm willing to take what's available. I can wait."

Anger glittered in his eyes, but he kept his face a mask of amusement. "Mind if I ask who you're saving it for?"

"No."