• Author: Lila Pearce
• Cover Artist: Dawne' Dominique
• Genre: Fantasy/ Erotic Romance/Menage
• Length: Novella ISBN 978-1-936165-41-4
• Heat Level: Erotic Romance  Released: May 19, 2010

Anya Ohmara is back for another adventure in this sequel to Garnet Dreams. The garnet necklace that whisked her away to the hot sands of the desert has disappeared, and she still has no idea if her encounter with the hunky Bedouin, Muammar, was a dream or reality. She doesn’t have the time to care. She has only two weeks to put the finishing touches on her latest romance novel or she’s going to lose her contract. Secondary issues—doing laundry, showering, sleeping, leading a normal social life—are all pushed down the priority list as she slaves away to meet the deadline.

Vanessa, on the other hand, has more time with her male colleagues than she cares to deal with. An unfortunate effect of being a part of the smallest archeological expedition she’s ever heard of is that if she doesn’t get along with her boss and the intern, she’s out of luck. Her boss refuses to bring in more help, so Vanessa is stuck with the two of them and the over-sexed bartender at the local watering hole as her only romantic prospects. The future does not look bright in sunny Costa Rica.

Valentine’s Day looks dismal and lonely for both women.

Anya manages to pull herself together in the nick of time, but not without making a complete fool of herself in front of the Mail Express deliveryman. Again. Her one consolation is that she finished in time to experiment with the next set of jewels from Vanessa. This time, she finds a pair of amethyst earrings that whisk her away to the home of an affluent Greek statesman. Once more naked and alone in a strange time and place, Anya is mistaken for a renowned courtesan. She has to think quick when the deception is discovered, or face the anger of an Athenian noble.

Excerpt:

As he kissed her, or she kissed him, she could barely tell his actions from her own. The arm under her knees lowered, turning her body toward him. Anya wrapped her legs around his waist as he grabbed her butt in both hands.

With halting steps he half-walked, half-stumbled toward the wall until her back slapped against the clay. A soft grunt escaped her lips at the impact, the sound muffled against his lips. Her nipples pebbled at the friction against his clothes. His hips and the wall supported her weight, his hands now free to roam her open flesh.

Arching her back, she pressed her breasts up toward his face, wanting his touch to slake the blazing need that burned within her and made her sweat.

Lasus ignored her less-than-subtle direction, grasping her soft hips with his strong fingers. He leaned more of his weight against her, trapping her body flat against the wall. "It was a thing of awe," he whispered in her ear. His thumbs traced circular patterns over her hipbones. "Whether for deathless gods or mortal men to see."

On any normal day, a lover quoting poetry would make her roll her eyes, but this was not a normal day. Today the words made her feel like the goddess for which they were written. A glowing radiance emanated from the flames in her core, languidly rippling through her limbs and creating the sensation of warm waves washing over her body. She could almost believe she was the beautiful Demeter, standing in a sunny field of waving grain as Lasus's rough hands outlined the sides of her body. The whiskers of his beard tickled her nose as he pinned her with a probing kiss.

Anya fumbled with the belt at his waist, trying to figure out how to take it off. He chuckled as her fingers failed to achieve their goal. Letting her slide to the floor, he bent to take one nipple in his mouth. His tongue danced over the pebbling flesh in circles, the electric current from his warm mouth wreaking havoc on her already frazzled nerve endings. Her knees buckled when he nipped her with his teeth. The jolt of pleasurable pain clouded her mind, sending her consciousness spinning until she could barely focus on what was happening.

In one smooth motion, Lasus pulled off his clothes and tossed them aside.

"Impressive," Anya said. She had meant the ease with which he disrobed, but the satisfied smile on his face told her that he thought something different. So what? The voice of her inner temptress purred seductively through her head. Let him think that. It was true enough, anyway. The blood in her face boiled to a full-blown blush as she caught herself staring at his fully erect member and licking her lips. He was long enough to make her forget any past lovers that she missed on those long, lonely nights at home in bed.

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