Miss December
by Madison Hayes

When Kansas awakens bound to a strange man's bed, she's not immediately alarmed. Violence, aggression and even passion have long since been bred out of humans. And yet, there's something about this tall, dark stranger holding her captive that makes Kansas feel.

Ten generations of humans have been designed and produced in Uterine Labs. Born into this world populated with physically perfect humans, Kansas stands apart. Evidently something fell through the cracks when her DNA was arranged. She's too large—too tall, too wide. Her appearance as well as her tendency to question has labeled her an anomaly, a bit of a lab error, in her world. But when the Uterine Labs start to fail and human production is no longer possible, the world government hires contractors to find and "develop" those last few fertile humans capable of passion.

The year is 2215 and Hardin is an agent working for one such high profile contractor. One look at the woman tied to his bed and he knows this woman was born to copulate. Under his mentorship, Hardin's project for December is about to get her first taste of passion.

Other Books by Madison Hayes

Doing It the Hard Way
Ellora's Cave Presents

Kingdom of Khal: Redeeming Davik

Madison Hayes' Bio

"Damn." Brian grabbed an awl. Leaning over me, he forged a new hole in the too-big belt.
"Any advice?" I asked him as I pulled the belt tight.
"Yeah. Don't reach for the ore cart until it starts moving, then jump on the back and immediately duck your head. The voltage in the overhead cable won't just kill you. It'll blow you apart."

That was my first day on my first job. Employed as an engineer, I've worked in an underground mine that went up— inside a mountain. I've swung over the Ohio River in a tiny cage suspended from a crane in the middle of an electrical storm. I've hung over the Hudson River at midnight in an aluminum boat—30 foot in the air—suspended from a floating barge at the height of a blizzard, while snowplows on the bridge overhead rained slush and salt down on my shoulders. You can't do this sort of work without developing a sense of humor, and a sense of adventure.

New to publishing, I read my first romance two years ago and started writing. Both my reading and writing habits are subject to mood and I usually have several stories going at once. When I need a really good idea for a story, I clean toilets. Now there's an activity that engenders escapism.

I was surveying when I met my husband. He was my 'rod man'. While I was trying to get my crosshairs on his stadia rod, he dropped his pants and mooned me. Next thing I know, I've got the backside of paradise in my viewfinder. So I grabbed the walkie-talkie. "That's real nice," I told him, "but would you please turn around? I'd rather see the other side."

...it was love at first sight.