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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Three erotic stories with paranormal elements, these tales are hot! A Touch of Sin melds with a little magic to create an incredible night of passionate sex; Eros Lost takes us to the world of Eros, Psyche and Aphrodite who just happens to be having a little trouble with her Internet dating business; A Haunted Love features an other worldly tale of two men at a historical re-enactment site.

eBook Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press, Published: 2007, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [118 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [141 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [86 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [438 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [95 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [154 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [152 KB] , hiebook (KML) [259 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [169 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [79 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [98 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [162 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [141 KB]
Words: 30018
Reading time: 85-120 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781601680280

My fingers tremble so hard, I can barely hold the cell phone as I dial. Two rings, three, four. I start to pray. Five. Maybe he won't answer. Six.

"Hello?"

A curse almost slips past my lips, but I force it back. "Good evening," I push out in my most courteous, pleasant tone, ignoring the droplet of sweat trickling down my temple. "This is Kaylene with Parcels Unlimited. I have a special delivery scheduled for Mr. Amon tonight, and I'm just down the street. Is he available so I can drop by real quick?"

It almost sounds like the line goes dead before the male voice answers and my worst fear comes true. "Aye, I'm home. I'll buzz you in when you get here."

It's not a butler talking to me as I'd hoped. It's him. The truck's cab suddenly seems ten sizes too small. Fear squeezes my heart even as the soft, erotic lilt of his Scottish accent settles deep in my gut. I remind myself that I'm a professional and should leave my personal feelings at the time clock each morning, no matter who is on the client list ... but how can I on a night like this?

Cyric Amon haunts my dreams, dreams so secret and ripe with sensation I blush just thinking about them. I confess them to my priest each week, say dozens of 'Hail Mary's' and 'Our Father's' in repentance, but nothing helps. Nothing exorcises Cyric from my mind.

Instead, my fantasies grow stronger, more vivid. The harder I fight, the greater the temptation becomes, and I despair of ever sleeping in peace again. Since moving from my small home town in Michigan to this city of sin and glittering delights, I haven't stopped thinking about him.

Here in Las Vegas, Cyric's face is on every billboard. His image is inescapable. He is a magician, the most famous illusionist in the world, and where I come from, every Sunday sermon involves his name. Magic is evil. Magic is wrong.

The scores of women who huddle together and whisper about Cyric while their kind, sweet husbands barbeque, are all victims to the charms of the devil, and I am among them, willing to burn. Every wayward thought of shedding my clothes and surrendering to his skilled, slim fingers and full, promising mouth is another step closer to hell.

I am terrified of seeing Cyric in person, but the girl who usually drives this route called in sick this morning, so it falls to me to handle his packages tonight. And now I have to face him. Alone, maybe. Sensual, dangerous, dark, for sure.

Christ, I'm in trouble.