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It was one of the reasons he knew it would never work, as much as they talked about trying. You couldn’t be a marine and not keep things from your girlfriend—or wife. And Linney hated lies, even if they were for her own good. Or for the sake of national security. He could almost hear her scoff, “Oh whatever!”
     
    She’s a keeper, Captain…
     
    Damned Cricket.
     
    Shut the hell up, he argued back, feeling ridiculous. I missed that ride a long time ago.
     
    “I’m sorry he hurt you.” He wasn’t just apologizing for her ex, and the way her hands moved over his back, it felt as if she knew it. Somehow, whenever Cricket talked to him, he was almost always moved, even if he argued with the bastard in his head.
     
    Her touch was suddenly gentle, caressing the wings of his shoulder blades, cupping his bare shoulders and squeezing. His body remembered her. Her hands on his shoulders reminded him of the way she clutched him when he entered her, wrapping those deliciously long legs around his waist. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, loosening his muscles, and he groaned, letting himself close his eyes and enjoy the sensation. His cock ached, throbbing against the table.
     
    “Can you roll to your back?” she murmured, so close to his ear he felt her breath against his cheek. She smelled delicious.
     
    He did as she asked, slowly, urging his erection away and praying she wouldn’t notice.
     
    “Nice ink,” she commented, running a finger in a slow line down from his shoulder.
     
    “Most marines make ink a hobby.” He glanced at the place where her finger stopped.
     
    “The ‘semper fi’ makes sense,” she said, rubbing the words on the inside of his forearm. His entire team had the same tattoo. “But this? Reminds me of that book we read in grade school.”
     
    “What book?”
     
    Her hands moved again, this time exploring his shoulders, his chest, her expression intent, head cocked as if she was listening for something.
     
    “ Cricket in Times Square . Do you remember that one?” She smiled at the inked cricket on his shoulder. “Yours is so realistic!”
     

 
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    High school senior, Moxie, agrees to be moral support for her friend, Patches, who is totally enamored with a college boy, so she says yes to a double date, even though she has to lie to her parents to do it.  But Moxie wasn’t counting on lying about her age to get into an x-rated movie, and she definitely wasn’t counting on her date’s Roman hands and Russian fingers, or the fact that the pants she’s borrowed from Patches are several sizes too small.  By the end of the night, Moxie finds herself in far more trouble than she bargained for!
     

BOOK DESCRIPTION
     
     
    Who wouldn’t want to marry a rock star?
     
    That’s what Petra told herself when she agreed to fly from Minsk to Los Angeles—a mail-order bride to the lead singer of Bluebeard, one of the most popular American rock bands of the twentieth century.
     
    The question really was—why would a rock star want to marry her? Find out in this modern take on the Bluebeard fairy tale by Selena Kitt!
     
    Warning: This title contains elements of BDSM including domination, submission and spanking. It also makes mention of sex, drugs, rock and roll, masturbation, German philosophers, Hindu goddesses, and an incorrigible pug dog who likes to steal things, including your heart!
     
     
     
     

A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
     
     
     
    By Selena Kitt
     
     

 
    Who wouldn’t want to marry a rock star?
     
    That’s what Petra