Picking up where April Showers leaves off, Randy weaves his spell of dominance and protection over beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed Angel Love as he had over equally beautiful April. Reintroducing her to the alluring, exciting, glamorous life of a high priced call girl, she had all but given up, she is anxious to please Randy and herself. Therefore, she resumes the life she, April and two other friends left behind seven years earlier, when as college juniors, the four had spent a debauched two week spring vacation as in Las Vegas.

Erotica. 62879 words long. First published in extasybooks.com, 2008

Each night for a week, Wilson dreamed about a beautiful woman named Charli. Charli is so perfect in every way, he can't get her out of his mind. Is she just his idea of the perfect woman, a figment of his imagination, or is she a flesh and blood soulmate waiting to be claimed. Please note: A shorter version of Dreams was previously released as Dream Lovers.

Humor/Erotica. 6340 words long.

Disgusted with politics and the sudden right wing war on women, a group of determined women take matters into their own hands and form a women's political party. Initially laughed at by the established political parties, they soon change their tune when women and some men begin signing up in droves. GIRL POWER - War on Women is a tongue-in-cheek Political Chick-lit set in an Alternate Reality. It is a mainstream story, based loosely on the Republican 'War on Women' that would not appeal to Right of Center readers. As you probably know, a certain party has reached new lows when it comes to women—women's health, women's reproductive rights and women's rights in general." All nodded. "For the last year, I stood by open-mouthed, as men in the House, who hadn't a clue, passed archaic law after law, about women, as if some omnipotent wizard behind a curtain directed their actions. We know there's a Big Brother out there somewhere. It's as plain as the noses on our faces. This Big Brother is not only directing, but writing bills for Republican State legislators across the spectrum, local, state and federal. Different versions of almost the same bills are being presented and passed in various states, and when we find the source, shit's going to hit the fan." Sally took a drink of water and Kelly said, "I know. I'm boiling mad, but what can we do? It's a man's world." Sally smiled. "That's what the party chairman had the nerve to say to me. Well, that's about to change. Kelly, you said you're mad. Polls show that millions of women across the country are mad, too. Let's face it. The fact that some shadowy group has declared war on us and that a certain party is going along lockstep and barrel means there are men and even some women who don't like us. And we, as a gender, are never going to reach our full potential unless we take matters into our own hands." Jennifer raised her hand. "What're you getting at, Sally?" Before Sally could answer, Lindy touched Sally's wrist. "I'd like to respond to that, if I may." Sally sat. "Please do." Lindy smiled. "Thank you." She glanced at Jennifer. "Jennifer, right?" "Yes." "Jennifer, women outnumber men in America by ten million. In two thousand and eight, women cast nine million more votes than men did. Women have political muscle. And with numerical superiority, women have the power to take over the country, literally. Men know this, but in their smug superiority don't worry about women. They have the balls and we don't. Well, they misjudged us. Men might need balls but women don't. In this climate, women are so outraged, we don't need balls. Our strength comes from within, not our sex organs. Up until now, this generation has never had a reason to assert ourselves, but things are changing. With the advent of the Tea Party, right wing legislators are getting more and more radical. Which brings me to the point of this meeting." Lindy paused for effect, "Ladies, Sally and I are proposing that we form a political party for women. Men can join. We know not all men are pigs. There are many empathetic, caring men, who can register as SAFE members. Ladies, women have the numbers and with that, we have the power to, as some politicians are so fond of saying 'Take back our country'."

After playing at the Monterey Pop Festival, the five members of the Maidenhead become mesmerized by Carol, a mysterious beauty who shows up at their motorhome 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 looks more and more like she wants them. Will she? Dare she?

Smooth and handsome, sociopath, Jamie Lee Vincent decides there's easy money in religion after attending a big tent revival in his home town of Tyler, Texas. Catching the interest of Reverend Sonny Riverton's youngest daughter, the lovely and vivacious Missy, he charms his way into her bed and in short order the Riverton clan. Utilizing his charm and natural-born talent for chicanery, Jamie Lee

As 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.STORY EXCERPT Stuart Wynne, CEO of Wynne Enterprises, raised his commanding baritone voice. “All right Fallon, you made your point. Are you ready to come back to me?” She’d accompanied Michelle to the study part of Stuart’s opulent thirtieth floor penthouse. Where Michelle had gone, she had no idea. She studied Stuart, tall with deep blue eyes, and short dark hair with a touch of gray. She’d gone with him for two years when she was principal show girl, and really loved him…or his money, she couldn’t be sure. Regrettably, at the time, he belonged to someone else. Now, though she was tempted, she couldn’t—she had married Dana. He’d warned her that Dana was a loser, but she’d been in heat. He was so gorgeous, like a movie star. “I can’t. You know I’m married.” Stuart rolled his eyes and sneered. “Humph! To a dealer, what’s he make? A hundred grand?” At Stuart’s sarcastic inquiry, her vision wandered past Stuart to the bright lights of the ‘Las Vegas Strip.’ “Eighty,” she replied casually. As she took a seat, he repeated her answer, “Eighty?” and laughed derisively. “I make a thousand times that. See, he’s not even a good dealer. Is he any good in bed?” Her gaze shifted back to Stuart. He’d gone too far and her nostrils flared in annoyance. “Yes, the best sex I’ve ever had.” He raised a single skeptical eyebrow and cupped his chin with his left hand. “Really, at least he’s good at something. Maybe, I underestimated him. How am I?” Stuart asked boldly. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to say the worst, but she couldn’t do it. “The second best.” “Out of how many?” he asked with a mischievous tone in his voice.She uncrossed her legs and sat up, knees and legs together. With her eyes narrowed and chin stuck out, she admonished him. “A gentleman would never ask that of a lady.” The expectant look of his face changed to a frown. “Sorry.” “Apology accepted.” Stuart’s blue eyes narrowed. The corners of his lips curled up. “Then, my dear, if your husband is the best lover you’ve ever had and I’m the second best, you haven’t lived until you’ve had us both…simultaneously.” Initially, she was shocked by his audacity. Then, as the idea sunk in, a tiny ember of yearning ignited in her core. Wouldn’t that be an interesting scenario? “Well,” she said in a huff, “that certainly isn’t going to happen.” A grin of confidence formed on his face. “Don’t be so sure, sweetheart. Tell me, if your husband agreed, would you go for it?” The ember grew and burst into a flame. She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt, which had risen, down. “If he insisted, I would go along.About the AuthorIf you like warmth, live in Arizona like Dee Dawning does. If you like to read hot sexy stories born and raised in the sweltering summer heat of Arizona, check out his scribblings. Dee has been writing saucy romance stories and novels for seven years. At this time he has over thirty-five titles available. Dee & his lovely wife currently reside in Cave Creek Arizona, where he writes a novella every two to three months and a novel every six months.