Books By You

[Zen]

So, over at booksbyyou.com, you can order custom-books, starring you. You can get demos before purchasing the books, by putting in info like your name, your husbands name, etc.

This lead to the following...

Note: I DID NOT WRITE THIS AND NAKKI WAS THE ONE WHO CHOSE SIMON, THE LUCKY BASTA.RD.

Xiu-Xiu and Simon meet amidst sparks...

... The diamond-shaped shuttle floated in the bay doors, and moved down toward the deck platform before cutting its boosters and landing noiselessly. The craft’s door tilted upward, followed by Kevlar stairs that descended to the deck and the black-haired female diplomat emerged.
Seldom shocked, Simon felt his jaw drop.
“Oh, no,” First Officer Lev muttered under his breath.
“Small galaxy, eh?” Simon responded. After a short pause, the two men strode toward the diplomat.
She reached the final step and stopped abruptly. The surprised expression on her lovely face would have been amusing if Simon didn’t suspect it mirrored his own dismay.
Simon took a deep breath. “You must be Ms. Bao,” he said smoothly.
“You’re Commander Crackleberry?”
“You remember.”
“You’re in charge of this vessel?”
Lev grimaced at Simon. “Hell of a coincidence.”
“No kidding.”
“I don’t think this will work, Commander,” Xiu-Xiu said, the fire in her black eyes making it clear she was mentally replaying the events from when they'd met at the casino on Enceladus.
He frowned. “Listen, I know neither of us is thrilled with this arrangement, but we both have our orders.”
“I can’t believe EISA would let you command a starship.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I do—you’re a cocky ladies’ man who gambles excessively and likes to fight.” She glared with disapproval.
Lev winced while Simon plodded on. “I probably deserve that, but what you don’t know is that I’m very good at my job. I’ll get you to Minerva Seven and back safely. Isn’t that what matters most?”
She folded her arms across her chest and scrunched her lips to one side. “Just keep your distance. Our relationship is purely professional...”

Aliens on the planet Minerva Seven...

...The air was as sweet as lavender and Simon inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. Sunshine streamed down just enough to warm the planet's surface. Three moons were visible even in daylight, and gigantic fern-like plants rustled with a murmur, their leaves dancing majestically in the light breeze.
Xiu-Xiu scurried ahead of him and pulled out her handheld device. “Get behind me,” Simon said, his sharp tone brooking no disagreement.
She slowed her gait, pushing a few errant strands of black hair behind her ear. “The Aaton delegation is supposed to arrive at noon. Remember that I'm in charge of this negotiation, not you.”
“Yeah, well, my orders are to protect you, and I can't if you go running around like a headless Elatian Bird before I've had a chance to explore—”
Their conversation was interrupted by an approaching Dorak woman. She was striking, with flowing black hair, dark eyes, and ivory skin covered in colorful tattoos. Draped in animal hide, her body was sleek and toned like a warrior, and her stature tall.
The commander's green eyes narrowed. He knew the Dorak were dangerous fighters, and wasn't nearly as convinced as Xiu-Xiu was that they truly wanted peace. So he casually rested his left hand on his blaster while offering an appropriate greeting. “Jo-ho,” he said, hoping to imitate their dialect. His right hand balled into a fist as he swung it toward the left side of his chest, bowing.
Her teeth, pointed into fangs, gritted at him in a kind of smile. “Jo-ho.”
Xiu-Xiu began speaking in the language with precision. Although Simon didn’t speak Dorak, he could understand some of the grunting sounds. He pulled out his translator to decode their conversation and mentally kicked himself for being slow when the women suddenly laughed, their gazes darting knowingly to him before returning to each other...

Alistair and Lev to the rescue... (BEST TITLE EVER)

The communications officer looked up. “Sir, I have a commercial Earth vessel asking to speak with you.”
Lev raised his eyebrows. “On screen.”
A small, white vessel appeared with the word “Spirit” printed across its hull. Lev had seen ships like this before—they were typically chartered by wealthy humans for space excursions. “Accept the hail,” Lev told the man at communications.
Suddenly a woman appeared on screen. Without waiting for protocol, she began to speak.
“My name is Alistair. I know it’s not EISA policy, but I want to help.”
“Ma’am,” Lev said, his voice revealing his exhaustion, “we’re on important business here.”
“I’m a friend of Xiu-Xiu... Diplomat Bao—”
He nodded. “Everything is under control.”
She stared him down through the view screen. “I’m a reporter. I might have helpful information.”
Lev felt panic spread to every nerve in his body as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The last thing EISA could afford was this problem making it to the press, splashed across screens everywhere. “Help with what?” he bluffed.
“Help with the fact Ms. Bao and your commander haven’t returned. Don’t bother denying it. This is all off the record, Lieutenant. I just thought maybe my connections might be of help...”

Passion in the Alpha Sector... (OH GOD SIMON AND XIU STOP KISSING OH GOD.)

...Xiu-Xiu and Simon held hands as they walked back to her cabin, fingers mingling playfully. They reached her door and she rewarded Simon with a beaming smile.
“Join me for a nightcap?” she asked.
“You don’t have any booze in there.”
“Then perhaps you’d like to see my ancient Earth etchings?” Xiu-Xiu teased in a sultry voice.
Leaning into her, Simon kissed her delicate lips, reveling in their satiny smoothness. The kiss deepened, and he was intoxicated as her passion drew his tongue against hers. When Simon finally pulled back, savoring the moment, Xiu-Xiu murmured, “I take it that’s a yes?”
“Affirmative. Absolutely. Ten-four. Yes…”
Xiu-Xiu smiled and quickly punched in the door’s security code. It opened with a swoosh, and the instant Simon felt the slight breeze of the door closing behind him he reached for her hand and spun her back to him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his hips onto hers, hungering for her, voraciously tasting the sweetness of her warm lips. He eased her toward the bed with their arms entangled, hands grasping at each other frantically. The couple fell onto the bed with legs and lips entwined. Xiu-Xiu gently ran her fingers through his hair, then began exploring every part of his body as if feeling a human form for the first time. Her breathing was ragged and Simon could barely contain his need for her. He rolled on top of her and remained motionless with his face hovering just above hers. Xiu-Xiu looked up expectantly into his green eyes…

...


Beautiful, ain't it?

GO MAKE YOUR OWN PEOPLES.

[Zen]

Here's another one about pirates, starring Swift and Cassandra! And ten times more hilarious than the first. How is that possible? D:

AND YES LEV IS CASSIE'S PET STFU. I also put them in chronoligical order, not the order the site had them in. BEHOLD.

In Pirates of Desire, the promise of pirate lore kindles the dreams of our strong-willed heroine, Lady Cassandra Bojana, as she and her best friend Zahzu scheme for high seas adventure.
But being captured by the notorious pirate captain, Swift McSteamy, is as fiery and unforgiving as the seas themselves. McSteamy, also known as 'Sea Wolf', is a handsome rogue and Lady Cassandra ultimately loses her heart to this rugged pirate.

Chapter One ... the beginning for Cassandra and Zahzu
(Don't forget Lev !)

. . Cassandra walked to the castle window and looked off in the distance to the harbor, her brown eyes bright with anticipation. Lev rose from in front of the fireplace, and giving a big stretch, wandered over to Cassandra, eager for an affectionate back-rub.
“Come on, tell me every detail,” Zahzu begged. “And I’ll comb out the tag-alongs and shrubbery from your hair! How on earth did you end up with pieces of bramble bush stuck in that dark brown mop of yours and what’s that got to do with pirates?”
Lev turned in circles, giving Cassandra a better opportunity to find that special spot to rub, just between the shoulder blades.
Chuckling, Cassandra turned and pointed to the harbor in the distance. “See that ship at the very end of the docks – the one with no sails; listing badly to one side? Well, that’s it.”
“A real pirate ship,” Zahzu sighed romantically.
Cassandra glanced toward her bedside table where she kept a folded piece of parchment containing an etching of Swift McSteamy, the famous pirate Sea Wolf, wanted by authorities on two continents.
“Yes, a real pirate ship, but not the pirate ship. It’s not the Corazon de Oro,” said Cassandra, excitement evident in her voice...

Chapter Five ... Cassandra & Swift - a heated encounter

. . . Cassandra slapped the coin from his outstretched hand, sending it flying into the shrubbery. “We don’t want your blood money!”
Swift sighed, his eyes narrowing, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed Cassandra by her bodice string that, unbeknownst to her, had become untied and hung loosely from her dress. The lace tightened immediately as he pulled her towards him like a dog on a tether. Cassandra winced with surprise and embarrassment, her brown eyes ablaze.
He leaned close to her, breathing softly in her ear, making Cassandra almost lose her balance and certainly some sense. He paused just long enough to catch her off guard in anticipation, when he said, “You might want to keep the girls tied up,” and he tightened the lace and tied a knot.
Her face flushed and she slapped him hard on the cheek. Swift grabbed her by her dark brown hair and planted a kiss on her lips, long and sensual. When he released his grip, she was reeling, wild eyed as a scurvy dog.
“Take them away!” he ordered with a wave of his hand.
The buccaneer escorts grabbed the women’s wrists and roughly pulled them towards the path. Cassandra turned her head and caught the captain’s eye.
“Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She quickly looked to Zahzu, a look of terror in her eyes as they were dragged down the pathway.
Swift smiled, as he heard his crew laughing from afar; this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If circumstances were different, he would have asked her to join him. But he hadn’t even found out her name…

Chapter Ten ... Love triumphs for Lady Cassandra & Swift (AKA CASSIE PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON)

They stared at each other for a long while, their eyes saying the words they dared not speak. The air was thick with the potent energy of lovers discovering each other for the first time. Without breaking contact, Swift leaned back on his pillows and held out a strong hand, inviting and welcoming Cassandra to his bed.
As if in a waking dream, Cassandra took his hand and stood beside the bed, her brown eyes never leaving his. Squeezing his hand gently, she let it fall and slowly started to remove her chemise, her body swaying with the sea as it fell away, feeling the cool sea breeze seductively kiss her skin.
His heart seemed to beat outside his body as Swift watched her undress in the moonlight. As each piece of cloth fell and he drank in more of her curvaceous, womanly form, he wondered if a man could ever tire of such a sight. Languidly, she removed the remainder of her undergarments and stood beside his bed, fully exposed and vulnerable, but with a quiet strength that caused Swift to hold his breath.
Slowly and gracefully, she climbed onto his bed, running her hands across his naked chest, relishing the feel of his slim form beneath her fingers. Pressing her body into his, . . .

...


Oh dear god what have I brought upon you people.

[Lexxi]

Cyprus is persuaded to give online dating another try....

Cyprus viewed Jana suspiciously, with a gray-eyed gaze as she grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and joined her friend in front of the computer. “What are you up to?” she asked knowing Jana all too well.
“It’s Discreet Dates dot com.”
“Yeah, so.”
Jana turned, with a mischievous grin.
“No, Jana! I told you, I’m done!”
“Okay, so don’t get mad yet,” she pleaded.
“No way, Jana! Never again! Remember all that talk about trying too hard?”
“Well, I didn’t say don’t try at all! I’m worried about you. You haven’t been on a date in nearly a year-”
“Six months and I haven’t had time. Jana, we have to get our new business off the ground,” Cyprus protested, running a hand through her blonde hair.
Jana ignored her friend’s interruption, not missing a beat, “Seriously, Cyprus, I’m thinking you're turning into a hermit and it's time to drag you out of your shell!”
“You’re exaggerating, as usual. Besides, the memory of Melroy bringing his mother on our first date still haunts me.”
“I think Discreet Dates can help."...

Checkers and Super-Star: An anonymous online chat

Checkers: Why are men so infuriating?

Super-Star: If you can tell me why women are so bewildering then maybe I can answer your question.

Cyprus gazed at the screen of her laptop as she sat at the head of her bed, still dressed in her robe, sipping coffee.

Checkers: The age-old argument. I guess we’ll never figure it out.

Super-Star: What fun would it be if we did? I mean if I knew the mystery of why the sight of a beautiful woman makes me weak and warm all over, or why her scent and the touch of her velvety skin on mine drives me wild with desire, maybe the magic would be lost.

Stirred by his words Cyprus inhaled deeply before responding.

Checkers: Good point… but I still hate men sometimes.

Super-Star: There’s a fine line between love and hate, Checkers. You’ve just got to figure out how, and when, to cross it.

Cyprus and Ciio: A chance meeting at a coffee shop.... [/i]

“Can I get your coffee?” Ciio offered, his striking blue eyes locked onto hers as they both moved to the front of the line.
“No, really that’s okay. You’ve done enough. Thanks for helping things along. I would've been stuck in this line forever.”
“Nonsense,” he replied, and then spoke to the barista. “Large coffee, black please, and a...”
“I’ll have the same with a little cream,” she said, pushing an errant strand of blonde hair from her forehead.
When the barista turned to prepare their drinks, Ciio offered his hand to Cyprus. “Ciio Fel.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Fel. I guess chivalry isn’t dead. I’m Cyprus Serian,” she replied taking his hand in hers and feeling her skin warm to his touch. Her gray eyes conveyed a spark from within and Cyprus felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of his smile.
“Um…I was just wondering,” he hesitated, “would you like to meet for coffee again here tomorrow? A little earlier and we could probably get a table.”
Cyprus smiled, pleasantly surprised by the invitation. In contrast to her usual cautionary nature, she decided to take a chance – there was just something about this man...

A little heat in the back of a limo... [/i]

Ciio slid in beside Cyprus in the back of the silver, stretch limousine and within moments they were locked in a passionate kiss. Briefly pulling away from him Cyprus reached to the door and hit the button raising the glass partition and then returned to run her fingers through his dark brown hair.
“Its been a long time, Ciio,” she whispered seductively, as she pressed her parted lips against his. He felt the smooth wetness of the gloss from her lips reignite the stirring in his body that had been smoldering all night. His desire could not be contained and he reached up pulling her closer, feeling her silky smoothness. Not to be outdone, Cyprus removed his bow tie and began to quickly unfasten the buttons on his shirt as Ciio lifted her dress, and pulled her over him, her legs straddling his lap.
“Cyprus,” Ciio moaned raggedly, as she released the button securing his pants...

XDDDDDD
OHMYGEEEE
THE SCREENNAMES I CHOSE ARE LAME!

[Zen]

LEXXY DON'T POST POR.N.

ANYWAYS.

A kid's book this time, Starring Gus and Qui'm.

"The Enchanted Castle" is an adventure to remember starring Gustav and Quim, who journey to a magical estate filled with wonder and mystery. What exciting secrets will they discover within these ancient walls?

Gustav & Josephine on an adventure... (... Wait I thought Gus and Quim were doing the adventuring...)

...“Are you thinking this might not be a good adventure?” Josephine asked with a smile. “Don’t you trust me?”
The golden arch leading to the castle After passing an empty lot full of weeds along with a pile of tangled, rusted barbed wire, Gustav thought the adventure might not be the good kind. Who would put a castle in the middle of this plain, boring stuff?
Soon the car passed under a big, ornate golden arch. It was supported by huge pillars on either side, each topped by a white statue.
“Look at that guy in the chariot!” Quim shouted, staring at the statue on the left. As Gustav looked at it, he read the name “Apollo” from the carving underneath.
“Whoa, look at the lady with the helmet and shield!” Gustav pointed out the statue on the right. Her name, Athena, was also carved below.
Gustav stretched his neck, trying to see what this castle place looked like, but he couldn’t see any buildings. The drive was lined with trees on both sides that arched over the top, and they went on further than Gustav could see. First a long procession of green, leafy trees flashed by, followed by dozens of trees with dark purple leaves. Then green trees again, then purple ... They seemed to go on forever!

Gustav the invisible detective... (YOU ARE SUCH A DORK GUS)

...The door closed again. Gustav was glad it did. It was frightening to come across the men. The air felt dangerous, and being invisible didn’t seem safe enough. Gustav had seen as much as he wanted to see. The robbers were busy wrapping silver dishes in cloth bags. The burglars try to sneak away
“Hurry up! We have to go!” Gustav heard one of the robbers say.
“What are you doing?” Gustav demanded through the door. The rustling inside the room stopped immediately.
“What was that? Did you hear that?” Gustav heard someone whisper.
There was silence in the room until one of the burglars said, “It was a little voice. It doesn’t matter. What can a kid do?”
“What are you doing?” Gustav said again, only louder this time and he tried to make his voice sound deep and spooky. One of the robbers opened the door and shone the flashlight throughout the hallway.
“Who are you?” the gruff-voiced burglar said.
“You know who I am. You know you should not be here. You should not be doing this.”
Suddenly there was a clanging and crashing and the door to the room flew open, banging loudly against the wall. Two large men ran past Gustav, and the second one tripped over the outstretched leg of our invisible detective. As the thief jumped back up to his feet, he cried, “They’re after me, they’re after me!” He ran down the hall, through the passageway and out the door.
Gustav, the brave detective, stops criminals in the act! Gustav thought proudly to himself.

A wish gone wrong...

...Gustav was taken by the magic of the enchanted garden and beauty of the statues. Statue of AthenaWithout thinking carefully, he blurted, “Wow, I wish I was a statue.” As Gustav said this, he stretched out his right hand and put his left hand on his heart as if making a pledge. To his surprise, Gustav immediately froze in that position.
As Quim arrived he saw Gustav, white, stony, and lifeless; even his black hair was quite white. The once hazel eyes were now white and his hands, clothes, and shoes—everything was the hard, cold white of marble. Gustav had his wish: he was a statue.
Quim could not speak for a moment. This was too terrible; it was worse than anything that had happened yet. Quim reached out and touched his hand. It was cold and lifeless. “Oh, Gustav, I’m sorry,” he said, and gave the hand a squeeze. “I'll figure out how to fix this, I promise.” Gustav just stood there silently.

...

OF COURSE QUIM WOULD HOLD GUS'S HAND WHEN GUS CAN'T PUT UP ANY RESISTANCE, OR EVEN REMEMBER IT.

.... Kind of a downer ending. xD

[Zahzu]

I DID ONE WITH CIIO AND CY ALSO BECAUSE I WANTED FLUFF IDEAS.
IT DIDN'T WORK.
BUT ADDING TETTI AS THE VILLAINESS DID MAKE THINGS HILARIOUS.


Chapter One ... Cy & Jana reminisce

"Cy, do you remember that prank we pulled on Ciio fel during high school?"
"Which one? There were so many. I'm surprised the guy has remained sane after all these years of practical jokes." Cy began to grin, thinking back to the fun they'd had with their pal Ciio.
"You know, the time when the guys were at gym class and we slipped into the men's change room and swapped his underwear for a pair of lace panties!"
Laughter erupted from both ends of the telephone line.
"I remember peeking around the corner of the change room and watching Ciio walk from the showers with a towel wrapped around that athletic body of his. I'll never forget the look on his face when he reached into his locker and pulled out those black, lace panties," Jana was barely able to contain her laughter.
Cy remembered it only too well, and if memory served her, Jana was the one that had master-minded the idea. "Yes, but do you remember how he retaliated?"
It took Jana a few seconds to recall . . .


Chapter Three ... Cy & Ciio dance

"Cy, what's going on?" Ciio asked, as he slowly spun her around attempting to keep a clear view of his table. "What's with this game you're playing?" All he wanted to do was end the dance and get back to his girlfriend Tetti.
Cy laid her head on his shoulder, positioning her lips a breath away from his neck, her shoulder length, blonde hair gently brushing against his cheek. Without missing a beat, she answered, "I'm not up to anything," she said innocently. "It's been a long time since I've seen you and I just wanted to say hello and have a dance with my buddy. Is there any harm in that?"
He didn't believe her - not in a New York minute. "Wrong answer," he said, his impatience growing.
Cy gently brushed her warm, wet lips against his neck.
"Stop that!" he pleaded, glancing again at Tetti to see if she was watching. His girlfriend's eyes glared back at him from their table. She hadn't missed a thing. The glance spoke volumes - the rest of the evening was going to be hell.
Cy, once again, moved her lips ever so slowly along his neck. "That bothers you?" she said, in a soft, sultry voice. . .


Chapter Nine ... True love finds its mark

"Ciio, I really enjoyed myself this afternoon. Would you care to come in for a bite to eat?" Cy asked, as she unlocked the front door to her home.
Ciio stood watching as the fading sunlight caught the ends of her blonde hair, turning them a golden hue. The whole time they were together, the feelings that had been hidden for so long suddenly came rushing back to life. Every turn of her head, the brush of her arm, even the sound of her laughter, made him want to hold her and smother her with kisses. And those breath-taking gray eyes.
"Hello, Ciio! Are you there?"
His face suddenly flushed, making Cy laugh. "Sure, I'd love to come in. . .I thought you'd never ask," he said, smiling broadly, climbing the steps and entering into the foyer.
Cy took his coat and hung it next to hers...

[Zen]

ANOTHER ONE FROM ME. THIS TIME IT IS THE UNDENIABLE AWESOMENESS OF... Crispin and Fred. Oh dear god.

And yes, I edited it to say Crispin's hair was blue and WHY THE HELL IS FRED BRITISH.

Medieval Passion describes the timeless romance of the ever so whimsical Lady Crispin and Fred Bonaparte, heir to one of the largest, most magnificent estates in all of England.
Sit back and relax as you journey back through the ages to the regal setting of the late 1400s… a time of courage, honor, chivalry and true romance!

Chapter Three... Crispin & Fred - the first encounter (Oddly enough, no Waterloo-O this time...)

...A rut in the road caused the carriage to lurch violently and Lady Crispin was flung backward, her hands grasping for the satin upholstery over her head. But again it was Fred that saved the day, catching Crispin up in his arms as the carriage careened over the rut, finally righting itself onto the pathway.
Gathered in a reckless embrace Crispin held to Fred, golden tassels twisted against the length of her fingers in one hand, dark brown locks of his hair in the other. In the midst of her own ill considerations of him, she discovered in fear that she relished the touch of this bold Marquis ... more than what the love of another man would readily grant forgiveness.
Crispin lost the strength to ask that Fred stop as his lips reached the curve of her neck. She felt his royal hands explore her bare legs beneath the cover of her gown. Beyond all sense of reason, his lips met with hers, eager for her unforeseen delicacies ...

Chapter One ... Lady Crispin, Evan and Capt. Tiddlywinks the wonder dog (WHY IS THE DOG GETTING AN INTERNAL MONOLOGUE?)

"What's that look for?" Crispin asked.
Evan merely shrugged, concealing her face from Lady Crispin as she bent down and began to pet Capt. Tiddlywinks. "All I'm saying is that you should give the Marquis a chance," Evan defended.
"A chance?" Crispin repeated angrily, her blue eyes ablaze. "Tomorrow I am to be officially betrothed and in less than a week I will be Lord Coventry's wife!"
"Well, that gives you seven days to grow to like him." Evan replied with a devilish grin. But Crispin only glared back.
'A week,' Capt. Tiddlywinks thought, surveying the floor for fallen bits of pork rind. 'Seven days of feasting and then on to our new Lord's castle in Coventry to retire to a life of luxury. What more could a dog possibly ask for? What more could Crispin want...' Capt. Tiddlywinks jumped up onto the bed and stretched out once again.
"Don't you worry sweetheart," Crispin whispered, gently pulling Capt. Tiddlywinks closer, "I'll find a way to get us out of this, you just wait and see. We won't go to some big old castle in Coventry without a fight."
'Does this mean there won't be a banquet?' Capt. Tiddlywinks wondered in dismay, but the fire in the hearth had been reduced to glowing embers and snuggling against the warm body of Lady Crispin was far too much for any dog to resist. Capt. Tiddlywinks slowly drifted off...

Chapter Ten .. Love triumphs for Lady Crispin & Fred (I BET IT DOES)

...Rose petals lay scattered across the bed and the sweet scent overwhelmed them. Fred slowly moved his hand, tracing the gentle slant of her shoulder, the delicate curve of her neck and the sweep of her jaw. Softly, Fred brushed a lock of blue hair from her forehead as he looked into her breath-taking blue eyes.
"We've already wasted so many nights," Fred admitted, gathering Crispin in his strong arms.
Crispin gazed back, and in a whisper replied, "What is but one night in the history of England, my lord..."
Fred finished the sentence, "...but another night stolen from our bed."
Crispin could feel the beating of his heart and the warmth of his desire surround her. She reached up and tilted his head, bringing him closer, his mouth a breath away as she uttered the words that would keep Fred with her, warmly by her side for the length of the night and forever...

...

GOD THAT LAST SCENE WAS SO CORNY. THE DIALOGUE. ROSE PETALS. I'D BE PISSED AT MY HUSBAND FOR BUYING THIS.

[Nakki]

OH GOD. This is Lev and Xiu-Xiu, by popular demand.

A college campus is the setting for Vampire Kisses and where Xiu-Xiu Bao and Lev Tchaikovsky first cross paths. It’s love at first sight, but as they become closer, Xiu-Xiu discovers that Lev has a horrifying secret – he’s a vampire doomed to a bloodthirsty immortality!

Although Xiu-Xiu senses danger beneath his soft-spoken manner, and even after Lev himself warns her away, Xiu-Xiu is drawn to this creature of the night and loves him as she has loved no other.

Xiu-Xiu and Lev meet at the library...
Spying a dusty red binding on the lower shelf, Xiu-Xiu pulled at the tightly wedged volume. Unbeknownst to her, her jostling had caused a book to dislodge and tumble from its precarious position on the top shelf. Then she heard it – the sound of a sudden movement and leather against flesh. She looked up, surprised.
“What?” her green eyes widened as she took in the sight.
“If I startled you, my apologies.” The man in dark silk smiled at her through electric hazel eyes and then reached up toward the skewed shelf, adjusted it, and returned the book. His voice was like his clothing, soft, rich, almost beckoning. The dim light fell gently on his black hair and shoulders. Impossibly wide shoulders...
Xiu-Xiu felt her heart skip a beat; how picturesque. His arms seemed not to stretch as he reached to resettle the shelf. Watching from below, comprehension dawned, she tucked her black hair behind her ears in nervousness. Ah, the noise. She eyed the angle, and a shudder wracked her body. The whole shelf could have toppled were it not for this curious stranger. She had to clear her throat before she could speak, her mind filled with images of heavy, sharp-cornered objects landing on her head. “Thanks for the rescue,” Xiu-Xiu said. Then with a grin added, “Quick hands.”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” Lev Tchaikovsky smiled, teeth reflecting bright in the dusty air, those broad shoulders casting a shadow over Xiu-Xiu. He nodded in what might almost have been considered a bow and then turned sideways and was gone. One moment there, the next he’d vanished as though he’d never been...

Xiu-Xiu and Frink-Frink : a little intellectual repartee...
A lascivious grin was spoiled by the frothy mustache Frink-Frink wore; cross-eyed, she glared at it, twisting up her mouth, remnants of her latte still clinging to her lips.
“Do stop licking your lips that way; some man might get the right idea about you, and then where would you be?” Xiu-Xiu was only half kidding, green eyes ablaze.
“Where every cat longs to be, my sweet innocent little bookworm. Completely in the cream.” She batted her eyelashes outrageously making Xiu-Xiu laugh.
“So, your date last night?”
“Oh, it was perfect. A perfect catastrophe,” Frink-Frink grinned. “I told you he was in the adult education program, right?” She waited for Xiu-Xiu to nod, all-the-while choking on her own laughter. “Well, we finally got around to talking about what he studies.” Giggles began to emerge, making her slur her words. “That yummy little Brad-Pitt-in-Thelma-and-Louise I was drooling over is here studying to become a priest!”
“Oh, no!” Xiu-Xiu sat back and burst into laughter of her own. “What did you do?”
“Oh, I merely suggested that an in-depth knowledge of temptation and sin might help in his work. I even offered to give him a guided tour.”
“You didn’t!” It was purely rhetorical; knowing Frink-Frink, Xiu-Xiu was quite sure she had. “What did he say?”
“I thought I heard ‘get thee behind me’, but he was running the other way, so I could be wrong.”
If Xiu-Xiu hadn’t already finished her drink, she’d have choked...

Lev has vampire lust...

Lev sighed. He longed to go to Xiu-Xiu, to comfort her, to caress her, but he could not, and so he remained outside, just below her window, watching and listening. He thought of her silky black hair and dancing green eyes. His mouth filled with the bittersweet taste of longing. The first flush of dawn chased him away, but before he left, he thrust a note beneath her window sash.

I have watched from the shadows;
you are brighter than sunlight.

It might have been more poetic than literal, but he meant it truly; hers was a warmth that would not burn him to ash – though it did seem to have seared its way into his heart.

Lev – the first bite...
Lev looked at Xiu-Xiu, green eyes bright with passion; his hands shook. “Are you sure?”
She took his face in her hands, drew him near for a kiss as she gazed into his hazel eyes. His fangs fully extended; she traced them with her tongue, loving the taste of him. “I am.” It felt like a vow. “I love you.” Xiu-Xiu ran her fingers through his black hair then pulled him to her.
He stood it as long as he could, then another moment longer. But finally he had to move, or come undone.
Lev trailed kisses along her collarbone, nibbled her earlobe, making his way to the nape of her neck. Xiu-Xiu moaned beneath his attention, the sound making him shake with yearning, thirst, desire, and love. He hesitated for one eternal moment, fangs extended to their full length, throbbing, dripping the essence of his need onto Xiu-Xiu, her perfect skin glistening in the dim light. Slowly, but with nothing of uncertainty – he bit down not quite tenderly, knowing she would enjoy the feel of his teeth – but carefully to cause no pain. His fangs sank within her, pressed home, revealing incredible sensations for both lovers, a new consummation. Her heartbeat raced through them both. Xiu-Xiu kept her back straight and her shoulders remained still, but her thighs and hips rolled sensuously as music moved through her and her blood sang...

AKFKDSJFKDSJL MOAR PRONZ DDDDDXDDDDDD

[Nakki]

I WAS PRESS-GANGED INTO POSTING THIS D:
The choice of Sasha and Batman came from a lovely meme I found on DA: fc65.deviantart.com/fs39/f/2008/361/5/2/gay_meme_by_Gauffin.jpg you will lol...

In Racing Hearts, our smart, sexy heroine, Sasha Nein, is a powerful agent in the high stakes world of auto racing. After dealing with the oversized ego of her company's star driver, Sasha expects no better from the newest client on her roster, Bat Man.

But she's met her match in our ambitious and handsome hero, and soon Bat speeds his way into her heart!

Sasha & Bat meet and the sparks - and pranks - fly!
Bat Man signed the race sponsorship contract and extended his hand to shake. Sasha reached out and felt the strength and warmth of his fingers – as he unintentionally transferred grease to her palm.
“It’s a deal, Ms. Nein,” Bat said with a broad smile, his blue eyes sparkling with amused curiosity.
“I’ll be here for the race on Sunday, and if you need to contact me here’s my card.” Pulling a card from inside the pocket of her blazer, she inadvertently marked her white button-down shirt with the grease from her hand. Bat took the card and quickly glanced at it, chuckling for some reason.
Sasha stood and straightened her shirt hem, wiping more grease on the white cotton fabric.
“Thanks,” Bat said, his lips curled into a devious smirk. “Um, you got a little smudge on your face. Let me wipe it off for you.” He reached up to her left cheek and smeared more black goo to match the opposite side. Sasha shivered involuntarily in response to his touch. “There, I got it. Oops. There’s a little on your nose too,” he said as he dabbed a bit more on her nose. “All better. I’d hate for you to leave here looking like you’re a mechanic or something.”
“Ah, thanks,” Sasha said, frowning at his strangely amused expression. “But Bat don’t let the suit fool you, I’m quite accustomed to the world of racing...

Sasha & Milla - two hotties at Daytona Beach!
They came to a large, open area of pure white sand and laid out brightly colored towels.
“Now I understand why you are so… hmm… what’s the word? Intrigued… by Bat Man,” Milla stated matter-of-factly, sitting down and reaching into her straw bag for sunscreen.
Sasha was slightly taken aback by the statement. “Well, I told you he was handsome.”
“Understatement of the year. The fact is, girlfriend, he is hot! And by the way, when he said he'd blame you if he's 'DQed' - what's that?”
Sasha laughed as she pulled her black hair up into a bun. “Disqualified. He’s worried the restrictor plate advice I gave him to push his car's speed will get him in trouble with the officials. Anyway, so what if he is hot? What’s the big deal?”
Milla eyed her with a wicked grin. “No big deal, huh? Then I guess you don’t mind if I ask him out?”
“Of course not. He’s all yours.”
“Uh-huh,” Milla murmured, patting her body with a layer of sunscreen. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Whatever,” Milla laughed. “Come on, how long have we known each other, Sasha? I can tell you're attracted to him.”
Sasha chose not to respond. Arguing with Milla was futile...

Bat surprises Sasha with the opportunity of a lifetime!
Bat walked over to Sasha, who sat at the work-desk half-heartedly trying to fix her spotter's microphone. "Why do you look so sad? We're back in Daytona. I thought it was your favorite track."
"It is." She lifted her gaze, her brown eyes dejected. "You know I'm leaving after this race. It's just going to be hard to say goodbye to everyone on the crew... and to you."
"You're a valuable part of the team." He looked at her meaningfully. "And you don't have to leave."
She sighed and put the microphone down. "I do, Bat. I need to try it on my own, I need my own car, my own race. It's my dream."
"Well, maybe this will cheer you up." Bat suddenly grinned. "How'd you like to drive the Taurus today in the practice round?"
Sasha just stared at him, mouth agape. "Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me?" she cried, jumping out of her chair, attracting the attention from everyone in the garage.
"Nope, I'm not kidding. And you'd better get ready because you're on in thirty minutes!"
Spinning around, Sasha started to run to the RV to find her firesuit. Then, stopping abruptly mid-stride, she swiveled and ran back to Bat. Taking his face in both hands, she pressed her lips firmly onto his own - surprising Bat and causing the rest of the team to whoop loudly, joined by catcalls echoing from the adjoining garages.
After a long kiss she released her hold and looked deeply into his shocked eyes. "Thank you," she whispered before whirling again and running to her motorhome.
Bat stood slightly dazed, trying to regain the senses that had seemed to drain during their passionate kiss. When he noticed his crew staring at him, he cleared his throat. "All right, boys," he called to them, running his fingers through his dark brown hair while heading out of the garage. "Take care of my girl!"
They weren't sure whether he meant the Taurus or Sasha, but in either case, they were determined to follow his instructions...

Sasha & Bat - can you feel the love?
Slowly Bat pushed Sasha back onto the hood of the car, then eased the hem of her dress up until he could feel the soft, sensuous curve of her buttocks. She pressed closer to him, sighing in response, as Bat began kissing her neck.
“When did you fall in love with me?” he whispered into her ear.
Sasha pulled her head away and looked into his blue eyes. “I thought you’d forgotten I told you. With your memory loss after the accident...”
“It was the first thing that came back to me.” He smiled and entwined his hand through her black hair. “You said you loved me. I think that’s the only thing I’ve really been able to keep in my head all day.”
“I hope you’ll remember it longer than that,” she said jokingly, although her brown-eyed gaze suddenly turned solemn. “Why didn’t you say anything about it earlier?”
“I wanted to wait until the time was right.” He kissed her forehead with tenderness and murmured against her skin: “I love you, Sasha.”
Sasha didn’t respond with words, but met his lips with her own and kissed Bat until both were dizzy with longing. Unable to deny their desire any longer, in moments they were naked beneath the blanket. Sasha leaned forward until she was a breath away and whispered lustfully, “Gentleman, start your engine.”

[Lovenu]

NAKKI MADE ME DO THIS ONE.... SHE. MADE. ME.... XD CLAIRE AND BOYD ARE THE FREAKIEST COUPLE EVER WHICH MAKES THIS HILARIOUS AND AWKWARD TO READ... ENJOY

Our irresistible heroine, Claire Normand gives up online dating for good but her best friend Jo, secretly posts her profile on a website, and discovers a charming admirer that just might be her friend's perfect match.
A chance real-life meeting with Boyd Cooper the handsome, passionate new guy in town, divides our heroine's attention, and Claire is torn between instant chemistry that makes her knees weak and instant messages that speak to her heart!

Claire is persuaded to give online dating another try

Claire viewed Jo suspiciously, with a gray-eyed gaze as she grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and joined her friend in front of the computer. “What are you up to?” she asked knowing Jo all too well.
“It’s Discreet Dates dot com.”
“Yeah, so.”
Jo turned, with a mischievous grin.
“No, Jo! I told you, I’m done!”
“Okay, so don’t get mad yet,” she pleaded.
“No way, Jo! Never again! Remember all that talk about trying too hard?”
“Well, I didn’t say don’t try at all! I’m worried about you. You haven’t been on a date in nearly a year-”
“Six months and I haven’t had time. Jo, we have to get our new business off the ground,” Claire protested, running a hand through her black hair.
Jo ignored her friend’s interruption, not missing a beat, “Seriously, Claire, I’m thinking you're turning into a hermit and it's time to drag you out of your shell!”
“You’re exaggerating, as usual. Besides, the memory of Melroy bringing his mother on our first date still haunts me.”
“I think Discreet Dates can help."...

INSPECTAGADGETESS and TehMilkman12: An anonymous online chat

INSPECTAGADGETESS: Why are men so infuriating?

TehMilkman12: If you can tell me why women are so bewildering then maybe I can answer your question.

Claire gazed at the screen of her laptop as she sat at the head of her bed, still dressed in her robe, sipping coffee.

INSPECTAGADGETESS: The age-old argument. I guess we’ll never figure it out.

TehMilkman12: What fun would it be if we did? I mean if I knew the mystery of why the sight of a beautiful woman makes me weak and warm all over, or why her scent and the touch of her velvety skin on mine drives me wild with desire, maybe the magic would be lost.

Stirred by his words Claire inhaled deeply before responding.

INSPECTAGADGETESS: Good point… but I still hate men sometimes.

TehMilkman12: There’s a fine line between love and hate, INSPECTAGADGETESS. You’ve just got to figure out how, and when, to cross it.

Claire and Boyd: A chance meeting at a coffee shop

“Can I get your coffee?” Boyd offered, his striking black eyes locked onto hers as they both moved to the front of the line.
“No, really that’s okay. You’ve done enough. Thanks for helping things along. I would've been stuck in this line forever.”
“Nonsense,” he replied, and then spoke to the barista. “Large coffee, black please, and a...”
“I’ll have the same with a little cream,” she said, pushing an errant strand of black hair from her forehead.
When the barista turned to prepare their drinks, Boyd offered his hand to Claire. “Boyd Cooper.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cooper. I guess chivalry isn’t dead. I’m Claire Normand,” she replied taking his hand in hers and feeling her skin warm to his touch. Her gray eyes conveyed a spark from within and Claire felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of his smile.
“Um…I was just wondering,” he hesitated, “would you like to meet for coffee again here tomorrow? A little earlier and we could probably get a table.”
Claire smiled, pleasantly surprised by the invitation. In contrast to her usual cautionary nature, she decided to take a chance – there was just something about this man...

A little heat in the back of a limo...

Boyd slid in beside Claire in the back of the silver, stretch limousine and within moments they were locked in a passionate kiss. Briefly pulling away from him Claire reached to the door and hit the button raising the glass partition and then returned to run her fingers through his silver hair.
“Its been a long time, Boyd,” she whispered seductively, as she pressed her parted lips against his. He felt the smooth wetness of the gloss from her lips reignite the stirring in his body that had been smoldering all night. His desire could not be contained and he reached up pulling her closer, feeling her silky smoothness. Not to be outdone, Claire removed his bow tie and began to quickly unfasten the buttons on his shirt as Boyd lifted her dress, and pulled her over him, her legs straddling his lap.
“Claire,” Boyd moaned raggedly, as she released the button securing his pants...

[Zen]

YOU THOUGHT THE SEXY ADVENTURES OF SWIFT AND CASSANDRA WERE OVER DIDN'T YOU? WELL YOU WERE WRONG. This time it takes place in.... the Wessssssssssssssssst! SWIFT IS A COWBOY.

In the 1800s, Cassandra Bojana is the savvy, stunning saloon owner who, on the advice of her best friend Zahzu, dares to give love one more chance. When Swift McSteamy rides into town on the rails of the new railroad, his smile steals our heroine's heart - but his holster is loaded with a secret that could blast away her livelihood!
Can Cassandra trust a man who may ultimately destroy her? Will Swift choose business or pleasure before his secret is revealed? Saddle up for love, passion and humor!

Cassandra and Swift meet and the tension begins! (LIKE IN THEIR FIRST RP TOGETHER. EXCEPT THAT WAS VIOLENT TENSION.)

Cassandra had to admit he was a rather attractive man, neatly attired in denim and leather. She scanned his athletic frame and stopped at an arresting pair of blue eyes peeking out beneath a rather large cowboy hat, set atop dark brown hair. The stranger approached the bar, wearing a smoldering smile across a handsomely rugged jaw.
"What can I do for you?" she said coolly.
"What's your specialty," he flirted, leaning against the bar, flashing his big blues.
"Sarcasm," was the sharp reply. "Care for a double?" Cassandra had spent the morning cleaning the saloon's eaves troughs and was feeling filthy, embarrassed and annoyed all at the same time. She was in no mood for flirtation.
Put in his place, Swift cleared his throat and introduced himself as Swift McSteamy, a foreman with the Grand Humber railroad. "Ma'am, just call me Swift," he said, trying to make amends.
"Well the guy you're looking for? The hotel manager? That's me. I'm also the owner, Cassandra Bojana," she said coolly, giving a little and extending her hand.

Cassandra and Zahzu discussing Swift the hottie! (I CAN SEE ZAHZU THROWING UP ALREADY. SHE'S SO OOC)

So distracted was Cassandra by her conversation with Swift that she had forgotten Zahzu awaited her return on the other side of the kitchen door. Her friend leaned against the stove, arms folded with an amused grin on her lips. With a concerned look barely masking a huge smirk, Zahzu asked, "What's that in your eye?"
Cassandra stopped and blinked her brown eyes - she didn't seem to have anything in her eye, but before she could reply Zahzu broke in with a smile. "I think it's a twinkle!"
"Did you listen to our entire discussion?" Cassandra scolded.
"Well, yeah," Zahzu replied.
After Zahzu took care of one of the saloon's patrons, the two old friends gossiped in the kitchen about the evening's events.
"He's okay if you like that type," Zahzu said.
"Oh, you still see Swift as that type?"
"No, a different type now," she elaborated. "Y'know, the charming, handsome, gentlemanly type. You're right. I think I've changed my mind. I want him for myself now!" They chuckled youthfully and Cassandra felt the heat rise in the kitchen or did she just blush?

Cassandra and Swift - a late night surprise (OH NO CASSIE YOUR BEWBS ARE STRAINING!)

Swift was completely distracted by the vision before him. Cassandra stood against a tree, the breeze blowing her robe open exposing her thin cotton nightdress, making it clear there was little or nothing between her haloed body and the white fabric. Cassandra suddenly became very conscious of that same fact. The combination of the cool breeze, her moment of fright and the excitement of a man's forbidden gaze made her skin tingle and her breasts strain against her night shirt. In the shadows she could not see his eyes drift over her shapely body, but she could feel them just the same.
"Are you cold?" Swift said, breaking the awkward silence. He removed his overcoat and carried it to Cassandra, the moonlight reflecting majestically off her dark brown hair.
"Yes, thank you," she replied. Her hands were cold but there was a warmth building from within. Every other part of her body seemed confused by the circumstances...

[Nakki]

HEY LOOK, IT'S ETI AND TETTI! IN THE RACE CAR ONE!
So you know... I edited the her's into him's, and made Tetti's eye color pink instead of blue. ENJOY, YOU CRAZY PEOPLE.

In Racing Hearts, our smart, sexy hero, Tetti Za, is a powerful agent in the high stakes world of auto racing. After dealing with the oversized ego of his company's star driver, Tetti expects no better from the newest client on his roster, Eti Sal.
But he's met his match in our ambitious and handsome hero, and soon Eti speeds his way into his heart!

Tetti & Eti meet and the sparks - and pranks - fly!

Eti Sal signed the race sponsorship contract and extended his hand to shake. Tetti reached out and felt the strength and warmth of his fingers – as he unintentionally transferred grease to his palm.
“It’s a deal, Mr. Za,” Eti said with a broad smile, his green eyes sparkling with amused curiosity.
“I’ll be here for the race on Sunday, and if you need to contact me here’s my card.” Pulling a card from inside the pocket of his blazer, he inadvertently marked his white button-down shirt with the grease from his hand. Eti took the card and quickly glanced at it, chuckling for some reason.
Tetti stood and straightened his shirt hem, wiping more grease on the white cotton fabric.
“Thanks,” Eti said, his lips curled into a devious smirk. “Um, you got a little smudge on your face. Let me wipe it off for you.” He reached up to his left cheek and smeared more black goo to match the opposite side. Tetti shivered involuntarily in response to his touch. “There, I got it. Oops. There’s a little on your nose too,” he said as he dabbed a bit more on his nose. “All better. I’d hate for you to leave here looking like you’re a mechanic or something.”
“Ah, thanks,” Tetti said, frowning at his strangely amused expression. “But Eti, don’t let the suit fool you; I’m quite accustomed to the world of racing...

Tetti & Dina - two hotties at Daytona Beach!

They came to a large, open area of pure white sand and laid out brightly colored towels.
“Now I understand why you are so… hmm… what’s the word? Intrigued… by Eti Sal,” Dina stated matter-of-factly, sitting down and reaching into her straw bag for sunscreen.
Tetti was slightly taken aback by the statement. “Well, I told you he was handsome.”
“Understatement of the year. The fact is, guyfriend, he is hot! And by the way, when he said he'd blame you if he's 'DQed' - what's that?”
Tetti laughed as he pulled his blonde hair up into a bun. “Disqualified. He’s worried the restrictor plate advice I gave him to push his car's speed will get him in trouble with the officials. Anyway, so what if he is hot? What’s the big deal?”
Dina eyed him with a wicked grin. “No big deal, huh? Then I guess you don’t mind if I ask him out?”
“Of course not. He’s all yours.”
“Uh-huh,” Dina murmured, patting her body with a layer of sunscreen. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Whatever,” Dina laughed. “Come on, how long have we known each other, Tetti? I can tell you're attracted to him.”
Tetti chose not to respond. Arguing with Dina was futile...

Eti surprises Tetti with the opportunity of a lifetime!

Eti walked over to Tetti, who sat at the work-desk half-heartedly trying to fix his spotter's microphone. "Why do you look so sad? We're back in Daytona. I thought it was your favorite track."
"It is." He lifted his gaze, his pink eyes dejected. "You know I'm leaving after this race. It's just going to be hard to say goodbye to everyone on the crew... and to you."
"You're a valuable part of the team." He looked at him meaningfully. "And you don't have to leave."
He sighed and put the microphone down. "I do, Eti. I need to try it on my own, I need my own car, my own race. It's my dream."
"Well, maybe this will cheer you up." Eti suddenly grinned. "How'd you like to drive the Taurus today in the practice round?"
Tetti just stared at him, mouth agape. "Oh my gosh! Are you kidding me?" he cried, jumping out of his chair, attracting the attention from everyone in the garage.
"Nope, I'm not kidding. And you'd better get ready because you're on in thirty minutes!"
Spinning around, Tetti started to run to the RV to find his firesuit. Then, stopping abruptly mid-stride, he swiveled and ran back to Eti. Taking his face in both hands, he pressed his lips firmly onto his own - surprising Eti and causing the rest of the team to whoop loudly, joined by catcalls echoing from the adjoining garages.
After a long kiss he released his hold and looked deeply into his shocked eyes. "Thank you," he whispered before whirling again and running to her motorhome.
Eti stood slightly dazed, trying to regain the senses that had seemed to drain during their passionate kiss. When he noticed his crew staring at him, he cleared his throat. "All right, boys," he called to them, running his fingers through his dark brown hair while heading out of the garage. "Take care of my boy!"
They weren't sure whether he meant the Taurus or Tetti, but in either case, they were determined to follow his instructions...

Tetti & Eti - can you feel the love? (AKA, LOL TETTI'S WEARING A DRESS)

Slowly Eti pushed Tetti back onto the hood of the car, then eased the hem of his dress up until he could feel the soft, sensuous curve of his buttocks. He pressed closer to him, sighing in response, as Eti began kissing his neck.
“When did you fall in love with me?” he whispered into his ear.
Tetti pulled his head away and looked into his green eyes. “I thought you’d forgotten I told you. With your memory loss after the accident...”
“It was the first thing that came back to me.” He smiled and entwined his hand through his blonde hair. “You said you loved me. I think that’s the only thing I’ve really been able to keep in my head all day.”
“I hope you’ll remember it longer than that,” he said jokingly, although his pink-eyed gaze suddenly turned solemn. “Why didn’t you say anything about it earlier?”
“I wanted to wait until the time was right.” He kissed his forehead with tenderness and murmured against his skin: “I love you, Tetti.”
Tetti didn’t respond with words, but met his lips with his own and kissed Eti until both were dizzy with longing. Unable to deny their desire any longer, in moments they were naked beneath the blanket. Tetti leaned forward until he was a breath away and whispered lustfully, “Gentleman, start your engine.”

[Zen]

DONNY AND KAT... OH GOD....

Katerina Cosmos is a nurse with a passion for saving lives and no plans for adding a different kind of passion in her life. That is, until she meets Donny Esposito, a surfin' doc whose dazzling good looks and dedication to his patients are everything she's been looking for.
They fall into a steamy relationship that seems like pure bliss ... until a secret from the past is revealed. One that could cause a heartache no medicine can cure!
So read on and get your prescription for passion, ER Fever!

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New doc on the block! Katerina meets Dr. Esposito... (AKA Kat stop acting like a 13 year old girl D| )

...The two nurses prepared for the cardiac patient's arrival and heard the ambulance pull up outside County General's emergency room entrance. As Katerina and Riley walked in the direction of the sliding glass doors, they saw a man in a white lab coat striding toward them.
Our heroine meets 'Dr. Love'! “Hi, I’m Donny Esposito,” he said, extending a hand to Katerina. She accepted it and was instantly captivated by his warm touch. His brown hair looked professionally messy, as if he had just rolled out of bed and into Katerina's ER. She could not help but notice that his body was perfectly proportioned and undeniably sexy.
“Katerina... Katerina...” she stammered, searching her memory for her surname. She was still shaking Donny's hand when Riley coughed loudly behind her, breaking her friend's reverie. “Katerina Cosmos,” she finally blurted out. “I’m the charge nurse tonight. Nice to meet you, Dr. Esposito.”
Her friend grinned at Katerina's unusually flustered demeanor. “And I’m Riley, and here’s your first customer, Dr. Esposito,” she said hurriedly, as a stretcher wheeled past guided by two paramedics.
"We're ready in trauma room nine, guys," Katerina shouted over the noise of the ER...

Katerina's first surf lesson! (The excitement mark means it's exciting!... not rlly)

...It had taken the entire day, but by the time the sun set, Katerina was surfing in a near upright position, goofy-footed, but stable for about ten seconds. Donny had been riding every wave he caught all the way into shore, and Katerina marveled at how easy he made it look.
Catch the fever... ER Fever! It was the end of the day, and Katerina was in the flat surf lying on her board relaxing when Donny paddled up, returning from a wave he’d ridden.
Katerina pulled herself upright with her legs straddling the board, and looked at Donny. He was in the same position but his board faced the opposite direction as they floated side-by-side.
“Thank you,” she said simply.
“For what?”
“For bringing me here. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. You were right. I mean, I was terrible, but it still was great! Katerina was trying to find the words to describe how it felt, but could find none. “Even falling off was fun. I think this is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I feel so free and alive!” The chill in her body melted away in that moment and she contemplated how she could gracefully pull herself onto his board to kiss him.
Donny had been looking toward the beach as she finished talking, but now gazed directly into Katerina's shimmering green eyes. He looked at her knowing exactly how she felt.
As if reading Katerina's mind, he slid onto her gigantic surfboard and in an instant they were facing each other only a breath apart. He reached up and pushed a tendril of dark brown hair from her forehead, then moved his hand to her cheek, and leaned into her. As their lips touched, she felt goose bumps rise beneath her wetsuit.
He continued kissing her as they floated, silhouettes in the setting sun. Pulling back slightly, he looked deep into her green eyes and whispered. “You thought surfing was good? You haven’t seen anything yet...”

Donny and Katerina saving lives... (lol Donny saving lives...)

...Donny looked to ensure that no one was in contact with the patient or the stretcher and depressed the buttons on the paddles, directing 300 joules of electricity into the patient’s chest. The man's body jerked violently in response to the electrical shock.
“Nothing,” Donny said, staring at the heart monitor, hanging from the wall. He quickly looked into Katerina's green eyes, then nodded for her to increase the energy to 360 joules.
Katerina could see beads of perspiration developing around the edges of the doctor’s brown hair. Less than five minutes ago the patient was recovering, with steady vitals − now they were fighting for the man's life!Save lives and fall in love
“Everybody clear!” shouted Donny, and again he depressed the buttons on the paddles. Second's passed, Katerina's green eyes were locked on the heart monitor, which continued to display the deadly fibrillating pattern.
“More CPR and give him one milligram of epinephrine.” Donny ordered.
The trauma team quickly carried out his commands. Katerina and Riley administered the CPR until Donny again grabbed the shock paddles − this time delivering an even more powerful shock than before.
The man’s body bounced on the stretcher in response, but this time a faint pulse could be seen on the monitor. The pensive trauma staff watched as the patient’s pulse grew stronger and a steady and consistent rhythm developed.
“That was way too easy,” Donny said to no one in particular as he remembered far more difficult cardiac arrests. “Make sure we get some Amiodarone on board so this doesn’t happen again − and get me the cardiologist, now!” he said loudly, as he ripped the latex gloves from his hands and walked out of the trauma room...

Katerina and Donny find a novel use for a utility closet (GET IT, NOVEL? ... Also, fairly detailed for some odd reason...)

They met and stood facing each other in the hallway, her green eyes meeting his brown-eyed gaze. Katerina opened her mouth to speak but before she could, Donny wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her to the left, pushing open a door that led to the janitor’s storage area. They were surrounded by brooms, cleaning supplies and garbage bags were stacked from floor to ceiling. The area was tiny and Donny held her close.
“Well, if this isn’t the ultimate cliché. A quickie in the broom closet!”
“No quickie, Doctor,” Katerina stated firmly.
The temperature's rising in ER Fever!“Ah. I see you want it slow and long then.” He put both arms around her waist and pulled her into him. She pushed against his chest trying to break the embrace, but he had already begun kissing the base of her neck, and she was weakened by his touch. He covered her face with soft kisses as he slowly rotated her body so that he stood behind her. His arms were wrapped around her, his hands joined together just below her navel.
“Donny, we can’t do this.” it came out as a whisper.
“Yes we can. It’s more fun if it’s dangerous.”
Katerina's body shivered involuntarily with each touch of his lips on the back of her neck. She placed her hands on top of his, as he kissed and gently bit her delicious skin.
Slowly he inched his hands up, and she guided him to caress her breasts. He unleashed each button on her shirt, one by one, until her blouse was open and he could feel the lace on her bra. The fabric was thin, and he gently stroked her nipples and felt them grow firm with his skilled attention. She moaned with pleasure and tried to resist, but his foreplay was overpowering. She leaned backward and the curves of their forms fit perfectly, as if they were two parts of a puzzle. He was holding her up with his body while his hands explored every inch of her. She tried to speak, while he continued arousing every sense of her being.
“No, I’ll lose my job,” she said a little louder, but didn’t attempt to stop him.
“No you won’t.”
“Yes. I will!” Katerina suddenly turned to grasp his face in both of her hands. “We can’t do this. They already know about us!”
“Huh? They? Who’s ‘they’?”
“Administration,” she stated firmly and began to button her blouse...

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Not... Administration! *Dundundunnnnn*