Enchained
by Joey W. Hill, Jaid Black, Ann Jacobs
Ellora's Cave
Sensual: Erotica, Sensual: Anthology
September 1, 2003
ISBN-13: 1843606240
Available in: e-Book
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Enchained
by Joey W. Hill, Jaid Black, Ann Jacobs
Death Row: The Mastering by Jaid Black
August 8, 2250 AD: Abdul Kan is dead. After enduring twenty- five years of a forced polygamous marriage, Nicoletta Kan is free to leave the harem bed and make her own choices.
But someone is watching Nica, someone is hunting her like prey. Someone Nicoletta had never thought to see again in her most terrifying nightmare...or her most fevered fantasy.
Choice of Masters by Joey W. Hill
Thomas has led his life according to the tenets of chivalry laid out by King Arthur. Now his deepest desires and his unshakable honor have joined in single purpose. His soulmate, Lilith, whom he has met only in dreams, is bespelled by a wizard. For five years she has been forced to exist as Lord Zorac's prisoner in a state of high arousal, unable to gain fulfillment.
To free her from her torment, Thomas must perform the sensual Rite of Awakening and convince Lilith to accept his word and hand as that of her true Master. But Lilith's punishment is more than the capricious act of an evil wizard and all is not as it seems...
Mastered by Ann Jacobs (Lawyers in Love #3)
Ice Princess. That's what her ex-lover called prosecutor Sandra Giancone. But she can't help it that his plain vanilla lovemaking left her cold. She needs a man who can see past her carefully regulated exterior. A man who can strip away her control and release her desire.
Her best friend, chief of detectives Rocky Delgado, has been carrying a torch for her for years. But he never imagined that good girl Sandy might be the submissive of his wildest dreams. When an unexpected discovery tips Rocky off to Sandy's secret, Rocky uses tender force to prove she can be both loved and Mastered.
Sexual Content: E-rotic. Genre: BDSM.
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Joey W. Hill's Bio
I've always had an aversion to reading, watching or hearing interviews of favorite actors, authors, musicians, etc. because so often the real person doesn't measure up to the beauty of the art they produce. Their politics or religion are distasteful, or they're shallow and self-absorbed, a vacuous mop-head without a lick of sense. From then on, though I may appreciate their craft or art, it has somehow been tarnished. Therefore, whenever I'm asked to provide personal information about myself for readers, a ball of anxiety forms in my stomach as I think: "Okay, the next couple of paragraphs can change forever the way someone views my stories." Why on earth does a reader want to know about me? It's the story that's important.
So here it is. I've been given more blessings in my life than any one person has a right to have. Despite that, I'm a Type A, borderline obsessive-compulsive paranoiac who worries I will never live up to expectations. I've got more phobias than anyone (including myself) has patience to read about. I can't stand talking on the phone, I dread social commitments, and the idea of living in monastic solitude with my husband and animals, books and writing is as close an idea to paradise as I can imagine. I love chocolate, but with that deeply ingrained, irrational female belief that weight equals worth, I manage to keep it down to a minor addiction. I adore good movies. I'm told I work too much. Every day is spent trying to get through the never ending "to do" list to snatch a few minutes to write.
Despite all these mediocre and typical qualities, for some miraculous reason, these wonderful characters well up out of my soul with stories to tell. When I manage to find enough time to write, sufficient enough that the precious "stillness" required rises up and calms all the competing voices in my head, I can step into their lives, hear what they are saying, what they're feeling, and put it down on paper. It's a magic beyond description, akin to truly believing my husband loves me, winning the trust of an animal who has known only fear or apathy, making a true connection with someone, or knowing for certain I've given a reader a moment of magic through those written words. It's a magic that reassures me there is Someone, far wiser than myself, who knows the permanent path to that garden of stillness, where there is only love, acceptance and a pen waiting for hours and hours of uninterrupted, blissful use.
If only I could finish that darned "to do" list.
I welcome feedback from readers—actually, I thrive on it like a vampire, whether it's good or bad. So feel free to visit me through my website.