Dee Dawning

BLURBWhile nursing a broken heart and self-esteem issues, two sisters, Jessica and Gloria, head off for a fun filled all-expense paid vacation to Hawaii.Upon their arrival they meet the sexy islander Kino who is instantly attracted to Gloria. Their steamy love affair begins to play havoc with their intense feelings for one another. Jessica meets her own lover, Del, who melts the wall that she has built around her heart.Set in the lush tropical environment of one of the world's most romantic places, Groovin' 'n Waikiki will be sure to please Dee Dawning fans and recruit new ones. The heat literally leaps off the pages and satisfies to the very end. EXCERPTJessie looked at me and waited for an explanation as I sat. "The bartender will serve us. They're short a server today.""Okay. Tell me, what did you think of the bartender?""He was pleasant.""Is that all.""Yes, why?""Because, I've been watching you. The only times your gaze wasn't following him was when you turned your back to come back here."All of a sudden, the subject of our conversation showed up, handing us appetizer menus. My pulse quickened when he asked, "Do you need a few minutes or do you know what...you want?"Jessie opened her menu. "There aren't a lot of choices. I think we're ready. I'd like the crab & mac nut wontons, the wild shrimp cocktail and iced tea.""Very good, ma'am." Turning to me. "And you, ma'am?""Her name is Gloria."I could have crawled under the table. I looked at Jessie with what I hoped were daggers in my eyes. "I'm sure Kino...I mean, the bartender, could care less what my name is."Jessie wagged her eyebrows up and down and mouthed, "I'm doing this for you."Kino smiled. "Actually, it is nice to know the customer's name. Let me help you, Gloria." He pointed his pen at the opened menu. "My favorite is this one right here. It is fit for a queen, or ladies as pretty as you and your sister."I slid a little lower in my seat.Jessie continued her little game. "Why, thank you, Kino. I think my sister is curious, but too shy to ask, are you're involved?"I interrupted. "Yes, thank you, Kino. I will take your advice. The coconut shrimp sounds delicious. I'll have lemonade to drink. Please hurry, I'm starved, so the sooner you get that order in, it may save my...life."He smiled. "As you wish. Do you know you are beautiful when you're agitated?" Before I could say a word in return, he turned and walked away."Why didn't you let him answer?" Jessie stared past my left ear. "Oh, my God. Check out his ass."I turned and looked, and felt the flutter of imaginary butterfly wings in my stomach."Glor, baby. No wonder you couldn't take your eyes off him. He is seriously beautiful. And he likes..." she pointed right at me, "you, girl, I can tell."A short time later, Kino returned with our drinks. "Here you are. Iced tea for you." He set the glass down in front of Jessica. "And lemonade for you. Your appetizers will be ready in ten minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you?"Jessie raised her hand to her face. "There is one thing."I rolled my eyes, wondering what would be coming next."Gloria and I are looking forward to going out tonight. Would you know of any clubs where we could go?""Of course, what are your interests?""Well, I'm separated and theoretically getting a divorce, so I'm just tagging along with my sister, Gloria."Here it comes."But, I know she is interested in meeting men."This is mortifying.His beautiful brown eyes stared into mine. "Ahh, you are looking for love?"I shook my head exaggeratedly. "Hardly. More like fun."He nodded as if he agreed. "All the big hotels have clubs or club-like bars, but before my last girlfriend moved to the mainland, we liked to go to a club in town called Rumours. It would be my pleasure to show you."Jessie's eyes widened perceptively. "You mean

BLURB An admissions department snafu at Manhattan's prestigious Juilliard School for the Arts, pairs a lovely African American girl in the same dorm room with a blond blue eyed Frenchman, both ballet students. Maybe it's karma, but sparks of frustration turn into the heat of attraction and within the week the pair are involved in an interracial romance with plenty of explicit sex. But just when things start really heating up, cruel fate steps in at Christmas vacation, when, after a second snafu, the lovebirds are separated by an ocean of despair-the Atlantic Ocean. EXCERPTWhen we got back to our room, Rene headed to one of the baths we'd be sharing with three other students, while I simply threw on a nightshirt and hopped in bed. I just lay there and reflected on what had Tami said. I'd naively thought I had my future at Juilliard mapped out. Rene would be my roommate and best friend for this year. For the next three years since the dorms were mostly for freshmen, I figured we could share an inexpensive two bedroom, New York flat. I wasn't naive, I knew those seven words--an inexpensive two bedroom, New York flat--created an oxymoron, but I'm an optimist. In the middle of my contemplation, Rene returned. His hair, now darkened and damp, hung uncombed, but that wasn't what caught my attention. The only thing that kept him from standing naked before me was a white towel wrapped around and tucked in his waist. He smiled. "Turn your head, ma chere, while I put my pajamas bottoms on."I did, but I sneaked a peek. My mouth watered as he turned his backside to me and dropped the towel. His broad shoulders and muscular chest veed into a narrow waist and ultra-sexy taut buns and that wasn't all. One at a time, he lifted a foot into each pajama leg, his shoulder muscles rippling, but before he pulled them up into place, every ounce of oxygen in my lungs exhaled and my pussy muscles clenched. From betwixt his muscular legs, the underside of his sex, the tip of his penis and his pinkish mauve scrotum, beckoned to me and I couldn't catch my breath. Finally when I thought I would pass out from oxygen deprivation, I gasped a breath of life.Rene swung around, concern etched on his beautiful face. "Are you all right?"My eyelids rose and I gasped again as blood rushed to my clit and pussy. His long, thick male member dangled from the opening in his pajamas.He looked down and quickly inserted himself. "Sorry," he uttered, but the damage had been done. The damage, of course, was to my idyllic concept of how we could be platonic friends and roommates for the next four years. "Girl, you're going to be the horniest dancer in Juilliard. And what about him? Is he supposed to go without for four years?" What Tami had been trying to tell me slammed into my mind like a head on collision. Why hadn't this been a problem last night? Because, you idiot, you both fell asleep in your clothes after talking half the night.He smiled. "Are you going to sleep?""If I can.""Would it bother you if I did some things on my computer?"Apparently on the way to losing my mind, I blurted out, "This wouldn't be a problem if you weren't so God damned good looking," and rolled over to face the wall."What?" My head turned back part way. "Never mind, forget I said that."The mattress sank behind me and then a tender stroke brushed my arm. "No, mon amour, what is bothering you?"I turned back over onto my back and raised up on my elbows. "I'm sorry, I'm so mixed up right now, it's driving me crazy."

Newlywed, Jamilla Randle's, idyllic life is blown to smithereens when she receives a call from her new husband's other wife. ASAP, she hires women's attorney, Letta Storm. Then Jamilla meets Tony at a barbeque and feels an instant, compelling bond with him. Yet, after her marriage fiasco, she's afraid to trust her judgment regarding men. Nevertheless, the attraction is too strong to be denied and with Tony's patient persistence, her heart begins to warm and the three of them begin to pick up the pieces of Jamilla's life. In the process they unravel some amazing secrets even she didn't know existed._______________________________________________________EXCERPT"You were about to tell me why you called her marriage bogus?" Letta glanced at me, and I nodded. "He had no right to propose or marry her because he's already married. Mind you, I don't think you are, but, I wanted to meet you to make sure you're not another Max Randle. Once in a lifetime is enough."Tony raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I assure you my intentions are honorable and I've never been married." "Good." Tony's eyebrows dipped. "What other problems are there?" Again I nodded when Letta glanced my way. "I must extricate Jamilla from an obligation connected to the bogus marriage, which will not be easy. Since the two issues are interconnected, it would not be wise to expunge the marriage until the other issue can be resolved. Therefore, I hope you won't mind if your dinner date is put off until I have these problems resolved."Tony's bushy eyebrows dipped low, his eyes became slits. "How long might that be?" "Hopefully, a couple of weeks."Tony's brow furrowed as his head shook. "That'll never do." I didn't like it either, but Letta and I asked simultaneously, "Why?""Because my latest movie, Between the Sheets, is having its Studio Premi re this coming Saturday night, and I want Jamilla to be with me." Letta's nostrils flared. "Why?""I just do."She shifted in her seat. "Look mister, right now you're on our good side. If you want to stay on our good side, you had better start coming up with some answers. Jamilla has told me everything she knows about you, but it wasn't that much. Tell me about the sister you used to go with at UCLA."Tony glanced my way then back to Letta. "First, I want to ask Jamilla a question."I shrugged. "Go ahead." Tony's eyes bored into me. "All right. Jamilla, is your birthday December 3rd?"I exhaled every ounce of oxygen as if someone had kicked me in the chest, then a flash of heat surged through me. When I finally caught my breath, I had toknow. "How? How...did you know?"Letta gave me a serious look. "It is December 3rd?"Still shaken, I nodded.She turned back to Tony. "Yeah, fess up. How the eff did you know?""I had a feeling?"By now, Letta's large round eyes were slits. "Not good enough, Buster ""All right. They say a picture is worth a thousand words." Tony reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.While he fished around in his wallet, Letta hitched her chin. "Now we're getting somewhere."Tony pulled out a beat up old photo and handed it to Letta. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth formed the perfect shape to blow smoke rings. As she gazed at Tony, she looked dazed. "This is..."He nodded. "Shana.""Her name was Shana?" I blurted."Ah-huh, and she used my middle name Nick, short for Nickolas."I couldn't get over it. They were the couple in the movie he wrote.His shrug and tight-lipped smile mimicked what he said, "What can I say?" Letta handed the ragged snapshot to me and asked, "Is it possible you have amnesia or maybe a twin?"I frowned. "No." Peeking at the picture, I gasped, then felt dizzy. I thought I might pass out when Letta revived me by dipping her hand in her ice water and running across my forehead. I looked younger and thinner, but there was no mistake, the

BLURBCarol can't work. She can't even think. Everything's closing in on her. She needs to get away, so she gets in her Thunderbird-a gift from someone she doesn't even want to think about-and starts driving up the Pacific Coast Highway.After playing the set of their life, at the Monterey Pop Festival, the five members of the Maidenhead become mesmerized by Carol, a mysterious beauty who shows up at their motor home asking to use the restroom. As the night moves on they toke a little grass, shed a few clothes and get to know each other. It's The Summer of Love and they want her for sure and it's looking more and more like she wants them. Will she? Dare she?PROLOGUE"Hello?""Tami, it's Carol.""Carol. Where are you?""I'm in San Luis Obispo.""What're you doing there?""I've been driving.""Where to?""Monterey.""Why?""I need to get away.""You're missing the rehearsal?""I know, I'm sorry. Cover for me, will you?""Of course. But why?""I feel caged. I need to get away. I need to do something I want, while I still can.""What're you going to do?""I don't know yet. Whatever, I feel like." EXCERPTAll five stared with an intensity reserved for seduction. She was topless in a motel room with five sexy studs, getting warmer and wetter by the minute. Isn't this what I wanted? I asked them here.Hogan hitched his chin toward her loins. "Your skirt," he said with a wicked grin. "We don't want you to catch cold.""Yeah, you better get that off," Zach seconded.""In a minute." Leaning over she reached in the nightstand and retrieved a joint and lighter. Petey ran a hand lightly over her shoulder until she straightened. Their gazes all locked on her lips as she wet the joint, slipping it in and out of her mouth.She held it up and asked, "You guys interested?"Zach answered with a question, "Smoking or something else?"A flush zipped through her. She tried to cover it with a smile. "Smoking. Are you interested?"Hogan answered for all of them, "effing ay ""Gather around then, my arms aren't that long." Five seconds and she was surrounded by bulging crotches, and even though she was topless at two in the morning she started to get warm between her legs.She lit the joint, inhaled deeply and passed it on to Rossi, who did the same and passed it to Al and so forth. "You boys must be warm. Why don't you get comfortable and take your shirts off?"After they followed her suggestion, she appraised their lean, wiry muscularity with a smile. A fair amount of hair swirled across Hogan and Zach's chests. She wanted to see more of the band members. Specifically, the objects that created the large bulges in their Levis.As the joint, now a roach, made the second round, the mood lightened.Petey leaned back, "Man, this is some bad shit.""Jesus Hogie, are you going to exhale?" Rossi demanded.Hogan started to snicker and when he couldn't hold it, blew it all out."Thanks a lot, @sshole."Carol patted Hogan on the shoulder. "That's okay baby, I have more.""I just hate to waste a good hit."Al handed the roach across Carol's waist to Hogan. "Rossi was right. You were turning blue. Here, take it easy."The band's seduction or was it hers, started innocently enough when Petey, now prone, massaged her feet and toes. She sighed. "Mmm. Thanks Petey that feels wonderful.""I like rubbing them. You have pretty feet."Some snorted and some chuckled, but everybody wound up laughing.Hogan patted him on the head. "And wheels and @ss, and jugs and face. I'll let you fill in the rest. You better look a little higher my friend." Hogan reached over and Hogan reached over and kneaded Carol's breast, flicking the nub with his thumb. She closed her eyes, and moaned. Then opened them when warm lips covered hers, blowing smoke into her mouth. It was the handsomest of the bunch, Zach, with the boyish good looks and bedroom eyes.

6 Stories 144,000 words over 600 pages STORIES SLEEPING WITH THE BAND Carol can't work. She can't even think. Everything's closing in on her. She needs to get away, so she gets in her Thunderbird-a gift from someone she doesn't even want to think about-and starts driving up the Pacific Coast Highway.After playing the set of their life, at the Monterey Pop Festival, the five members of the Maidenhead become mesmerized by Carol, a mysterious beauty who shows up at their motor home asking to use the restroom. As the night moves on they toke a little grass, shed a few clothes and get to know each other. It's The Summer of Love and they want her for sure and it's looking more and more like she wants them. Will she? Dare she?THANKS A MILLIONAs far as billionaire Stuart Wynne is concerned, Fallon, is the girl who got away. While Stuart is preoccupied with another woman, Fallon is swept off her feet by a lowly pit boss. After a whirlwind courtship with the devilishly handsome, Dana Allen, Fallon marries him before Stuart even realizes anything's amiss.Done deal, right? Maybe, but never count Stuart out. As a master card player, he has yet to play all his cards. Starting at the annual hotel Christmas party, Stewart's plan unfolds. Using money, sexual fantasies and maternal instinct as his tools to drive a wedge between the unsuspecting couple.Will it succeed? Stuart bets millions it will.COWGIRLSTop rodeo cowgirl, Sadie Jo Jamison, has the hots for two rodeo cowboys and apparently they have the hots for her, but first things first. Sadie Jo is on a mission of equality for men and women rodeo performers, so when an opportunity occurs to advance both of her interests even if she has to bare all, she goes for it.DREAM LOVERCharli has enough to worry about when she finds herself assigned to tough new project without having to worry about meeting her soul mate, but now she finds herself side by side with the impossibly beautiful man who's literally been haunting her dreams.EEK I'M A WOMANMatch making angel, Madame Soriano and her feisty, freshly winged, sidekick, Carpenter, get into some major mischief in this, Soriano's latest caper. Soriano leaves Carpenter to watch over our hero and heroine-Brad Fairchild and Ginger Allen-while she addresses a problem. However, Carpenter creates an even bigger problem when, based on comments the newbie lovers made, she literally switches their minds while they slept following a hot night of passion.Needless to say our newly gender switched couple are flummoxed and upset when they wake. However, after working out things in the new minds, Brad, Ginger and the angels go on to kick some serious @ss and discover a Wall Street scandal that will rock the pillars of... Nuh-uh, you know I can't get into that: )APRIL SHOWERSYoung and beautiful Mrs. Helen Ryan is shopping for groceries, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. As college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends spent their spring break in Las Vegas, working two weeks as high paid call girls. Her working name had been April Showers. Now, some unknown person is calling her April. Helen's plush life is about to change drastically. Somehow, Mrs. Helen Ryan knows her life will never be the same.

BLURB Rebecca Roth, an author of erotic romance novels, writes from experience. Except her latest book is about something she has never experienced--a m nage a trois Seeking to expand her horizons, she visits a popular cocktail lounge and runs into Kevin MacCloud, a man's man and a woman's Lothario. Sparks fly between them. She wants him, and the feeling is mutual, but she needs a second lover. EXCERPT She remembered that morning's conversation with Zoe, her personal assistant. "Are you out of your mind? You are the queen of erotic romance. You already write the absolute best, most incinerating sex scenes in the business. I fail to understand why you feel this need go out and pick up two strangers for a one-night stand of consensual sex. You're too good for that." She scratched the top of her head, where the chestnut brown roots had begun to show through her blonde-in-a-bottle hair. "Let me get this straight. I'm too good to have two lip-smacking men of my choice fawning over me while they fuck me to the stars. Sounds pretty spectacular to me. Maybe I'll go for a m nage a quatre. That might send me to the next galaxy. Though I can see where that could get cumbersome to put on paper." "It's not the act itself, Becca. It's the tawdry way you intend to bring about your dalliance, going to singles bars and night clubs, picking up strangers. I still don't know why you need to do this." She shook her head. "We've discussed this, Zoe. I'm modern single woman, it's my effing birthday, and though my libido is as large as the Atlantic Ocean and growing, I haven't been laid in eons." "Oh, yeah? What's an eon to you? And tell me, why must your sex partners be strangers?" "Two months is an eon. And my sex partners, as you so coolly call them, must be strangers for three reasons. First, though threesomes are probably written about more than they happen, when they do happen, it's ten times more likely to happen with strangers. Second, many women fantasize about sex with a stranger or, in this case, two strangers. Third, if I didn't use strangers, who would I use, my publisher's husband and my ex? Having a m nage a trois is my business alone, and that's why I have to use strangers to do this. Have you ever thought about the reasons my love scenes are so arousing and titillating?" Zoe's brow furrowed. "Because you're a fabulous writer." She smiled at the compliment. "More like a good writer, with a fabulous memory. Getting around a lot in my younger years, I gathered a ton of scorching memories. Zoe, those memories, those experiences, are what fuels my sex scenes." "Well, can't you just extrapolate your experiences to accommodate a second lover?" "I thought about that. I probably could project what it would be like from two to three men, but one man to two is a huge jump. My book is nearly complete, and I need to do this to finish it. I'm going before I chicken out. This is not easy to do, you know. Now, if you don't mind, I have a beauty appointment to get these roots bleached. I plan to get laid tonight, come Hell or high water."

Meeting for lunch at a Chinese restaurant, Jill's friends are shocked by the improbable, amazing tale of good fortune she spins. Lust, sex, love, pregnancy, and a planned marriage to a strapping young hunk, all from eating a red fortune cookie? A FORTUNE COOKIE? Give me a break The owner of the Chinese restaurant sets one of the miracle red fortune cookies in front of each of Jill's friends. Gail, the hi-powered attorney, Rita, the gorgeous model, and Saundra, the uppity socialite, look at each other, then at Chad, Jill's dreamboat fianc e. What should they do? What would you do? Fortune Cookies is a deliciously naughty, whimsical, tongue in cheek, romantic story that leads four friends on a paranormal journey into the supernatural in search of love, fulfillment and happiness. It is a novel for couples, about couples. Erotic and funny, Fortune Cookies will send you searching Chinese restaurants for the elusive red fortune cookie Fortune Cookie Magic is a rewritten version of a book called Fortune Cookies originally published as an ebook. WARNING: Fortune Cookie Magic (Abridged) contains explicit love scenes. Not for anyone under eighteen