March Releases

PLAY ME by Kaily Hart

Available from Ellora’s Cave Friday, March 11 –


Lily Hamilton had her quiet, predictable life all mapped out, including a hot-shot attorney for a fiancé. That is until she catches him screwing around and takes off in his prized Mercedes, for once not giving a damn where she’s headed. How clichéd is that?

Gabriel Jackson is raw and disillusioned. Driving a tow truck is a far cry from the dangerous career he turned his back on, but when he finds the classy blonde in a dangerous part of LA, he’s immediately back in the role of protector.

Lily is hot and sweet and so out of his league it’s not funny, yet Gabe can’t deny the sizzling heat between them. He thinks he wants hard, fast and rough—until he gets his hands on her. He knows he should stay the hell away, but Lily makes him feel, really feel, for the first time in two years. Is she just slumming or can she see beyond the harsh, broken façade to the man beneath? A man who dreams of making her his?


Copyright © KAILY HART, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Of the many kisses she’d experienced, of the few lovers she’d had, of the year and a half she’d been with Ian—no, wasted on Ian—Lily had never experienced anything like the sensations she’d gotten during those minutes of his mouth on hers, his body pressing into her. Or had it been only seconds?

She licked lips that felt swollen. He tasted like coffee, or maybe that came from her. She thought she’d been ready that second time, but when he’d taken control… She was still tingling from it. She took a deep breath and looked up.

God, his eyes.

They were dark, like everything else about him, but it was a deep-blue rimmed with a border of navy or black that made his gaze that much more intense. It was a look that saw everything in an instant and she shivered under his piercing stare, not from fear or even from the cold, but from something she didn’t have a name for.

Where she’d gotten the courage to kiss him like that, she’d never know. She’d never done anything remotely like that before. She should have been scared, cautious at the very least, yet somehow knew she’d be safe with him. He’d done something extraordinary for her, knowingly risked himself for her, and it was weird, but she felt connected to him on some elemental level she couldn’t even begin to understand. She was thankful, of course she was, but gratitude didn’t have her heart racing, her stomach flip-flopping, her body singing. Did it? Jeez, who was she kidding? She ached in places that usually only came alive after long and intense stimulation of the solo kind.

All she knew was that she hadn’t been able to just let him walk away. Not yet.

“C-Come inside,” she whispered.

Yeah, and she so totally sucked at stuff like this.

When his gaze slid down to the juncture of her thighs, heat bloomed in her cheeks, low in her belly, between her legs.

With me. I meant come inside with me. Although…” She took a deep breath and rushed on before she chickened out. “You can come inside me too. Well, we’ll have to use protection, of course, but—”

“Lily.” Gabe closed his eyes briefly and groaned.

“It’s okay. You know, if you don’t want to, I mean.”


His gaze slid over her in a hot caress resting on nipples she could feel hard and erect against the thin silk of her dress. Her stomach clenched. It wasn’t exactly a “no”.

She swallowed. She should probably give him fair warning. “You know.” She licked her lips. “I-I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Adrenaline,” he dismissed. “It’s just the adrenaline.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t think so. I just…” She looked at him, tried to ignore the tremor in her limbs and went for it. “I’ve never wanted like this before. Never so quickly, but never, ever,” she glanced away, “like this.”

God, she probably sounded as if she had a screw loose or something. What happened to all that girl talk that assured a woman could get laid whenever she wanted, at the snap of her fingers? All of her friends had had one-night stands. Okay, they might not have been proud of them exactly, but they’d all expounded on the benefits of no-strings sex. After having the evidence that the relationship route hadn’t exactly been working for her, didn’t she deserve some uncomplicated pleasure herself? She was entitled, wasn’t she?

His jaw flexed and his gaze bore into hers. He took a couple deep breaths. He seemed to be weighing his options. Jeez, she didn’t want to have to twist his arm.


“Why the fuck not?” he finally muttered.

The bottom dropped right out of Lily’s stomach. Okay, not exactly the resounding response she’d been hoping for, but she could run with it, couldn’t she? If she could get her nerves under control and didn’t make a complete fool of herself, of course.

She frowned when he opened the passenger door and leaned in. His gaze was direct on hers when he straightened, a small square packet held unapologetically in his hand as if he wanted to be certain she saw it.

“Are you sure?” he rasped.

Her heart thundered, her throat was dry and the damn trembling was back. Especially when it registered he was holding more than one.

God, she hadn’t been exaggerating when she said she’d never done anything like this before and she couldn’t say why she was now exactly. Sex had always been a natural progression in the relationships she’d had. After a reasonable time, after getting to know someone, after feeling a connection that came with spending time together, but this… This was a driving, aching need, a want so powerful it drove her to seize the moment, to not let him just walk away and to hell with the fact she didn’t know a thing about him. She just wanted to learn every inch of him, run her hands over the hard body she’d felt pressed against her, feel him on her, in her. She was drawn to him, her body attuned to his, every nerve ending tingling alive for him. And after knowing she’d wasted a year and a half of her life on a one-sided relationship, a farce, well, she was done with that.

She’d never gone for the bad-boy type before either. There was definitely something savage and untamed about him, something held tightly under control. He’d come tearing in, literally guns blazing and saved her from a fate that just might have been worse than death. It was hot and arousing. He was hot with this rough and rugged appearance, there was no doubt, but there was something almost vulnerable about him as well, something that reached out to her, as if he needed someone to keep him safe too. It was ridiculous. She knew it was. He was probably the last person who’d be in need of protection. He clearly didn’t need it, wouldn’t want it and probably wouldn’t appreciate it.

Mouth dry, she nodded.

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by Marilyn Campbell

Available 3/18/11 at

Cory knows she has an amazing boss. Jeff is considerate, generous and a true pleasure to work for. Unfortunately, he’s also the sexiest man she has ever known and being so close to him every day without being able to touch has turned into pure torture.

Jeff believes Cory is the ideal assistant, always willing to accommodate. For some time he’s been fantasizing about personal things he wishes Cory would do for him. Letting her know that, however, has been out of the question…until she turns in her resignation and admits it’s because she wants something more from him. The instant they realize they want the same thing, they don’t waste another second before acting out their office fantasies.

An Excerpt From: WORK IT

Copyright © MARILYN CAMPBELL, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Please, Cory. Just tell me what the problem is and I’ll fix it.”

Oh how she wished it was that easy. She felt her cheeks flush as she considered how he could fix her problem and she had to take a few steps back and turn away from him before replying. “Actually, I got the impression you were hoping I’d quit. I thought that was why you were barking at me all the—”

“What? Why on earth would I want you to quit?” He grasped her upper arm and turned her back toward him.

Cory was so stunned that he had touched her—was still touching her—that she barely heard the words that followed.

“That would be like hoping to lose my right arm.”

His hold on her gentled and his thumb moved up and down over the crook of her arm causing a field of goose bumps to rise. Her whole being was suddenly focused on that small spot. The way his expression softened told her he noticed the response and was somehow pleased.

He added a slight movement of his fingers so his whole hand was now caressing her skin as he continued. “I can’t imagine working every day without you being here. You’re not only smart and organized and a step ahead of me half the time, but you…” He appeared to be searching for the right words but instead of completing his thought he withdrew his hand and shook his head.

Something in his voice struck a familiar, emotional chord within her and she placed her hand on his forearm. Even through the shirt sleeve she felt the heat of his body beckoning her to come closer. “I…what? What were you about to say?”

“It’s not important.” He started to turn away but she tightened her hold.

He met her gaze and, for the first time, she thought she saw a reflection of her own unrequited desire. There was only one way to find out if she was right. “I wasn’t completely honest a moment ago. I am leaving because of you. Or rather, because of something I want from you…but can’t have.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” he said with a frown.

She felt the muscle beneath her fingers tense but he made no attempt to reclaim his arm.

“I don’t remember you asking me for anything. Why would you say you can’t have it?”

“Because…” She closed her eyes and took a slow breath. She wanted to answer him with an explicit demonstration of what she wanted from him. One step and she could press herself against his lean body, test the firmness of his butt in her hands and discover if he tasted as good as he looked.

She controlled the urge by reminding herself that he’d never done anything to suggest he was attracted to her despite the electrical vibe currently passing between them. “I never asked because if you turned me down or gave me what I wanted just to keep me from quitting, well, that would be much worse than my not asking at all.”

She’d never tried to hide her feelings from him. He had just never really looked…until that moment. Slowly his expression relaxed and she could tell the instant her vague explanation made sense to him.

Holding her gaze with his, he cocked his head and arched one eyebrow. “What if there was also something I wanted from you?” His hand tentatively covered hers where it rested on his arm.

Her pulse rate raised a notch. Was it possible? Could he want me for more than my administrative skills? “You never said anything.” His mouth curved into the grin she had come to love and her lips parted as though they knew she was about to be kissed.

“There are some pretty strict rules concerning what I’ve been thinking about and if I did anything to offend you, not only would I feel horrible but the ramifications—”

Ramifications?” By now she was pretty sure they were both thinking about ramming something of his into something of hers but first they had to stop talking about what they weren’t saying to each other. “After all this time, you should know I’m not that easily offended.”

“Perhaps, but then I’ve been very, very careful around you. Now it looks like I may have been too careful. Maybe a little test would help set some acceptable boundaries here. Tell me, Ms. Servwell, how would you react if I did this?” His hand cautiously raised and his fingers threaded through her hair then paused at her nape.

A shiver shot straight down her spine from his fingertips. Her eyes closed as she marveled at the intense sexual reaction she felt from such a simple gesture. Her nipples contracted so swiftly it felt as though they had been physically tweaked and a second later her clit swelled in hungry response. She could barely breathe let alone speak but he had asked her a question. And she needed to give him an answer.


In The Light of Day By Sasha Devlin

Available March 23rd

Jaren’s birthday weekend isn’t going as planned. Instead of being in the arms of the man he fell hard for, he’s alone at his lake cabin. With a bottle of wine. When Cooper shows up on his doorstep, all appears right with the world. Until Jaren realizes the real reason Cooper is there.

Cooper didn’t mean to fall for someone he was working a case with. And certainly not a man. Cooper always thought he was straight, but posing as gay lovers to infiltrate a pornography ring had felt all too real. Now he has feelings for the sexy younger man. Strong ones. Just as he’s prepared to drive to the cabin and give Jaren a birthday in bed he’ll never forget, Cooper gets word the criminal they put away has escaped—and is coming after Jaren.

Jaren finally has the man of his dreams where he wants him, but for all the wrong reasons. He can trust Cooper to guard his body, but what about his heart?

An Excerpt From: IN THE LIGHT OF DAY

Copyright © SASHA DEVLIN, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Jaren jerked awake at the pounding on the door. His gaze darted wildly around the room before he sat up and crammed his glasses on his nose. It brought the room into sharp focus, but raised more questions. He frowned. His apartment didn’t have a fireplace, or a bearskin rug. The banging persisted, the wooden door rattling in its frame. He was at the cabin. Alone. Bitter disappointment swamped him and he almost buried his head beneath the pillows except the damn thumping never slowed.

He growled. Whoever was on the other side was in for a rude awakening. The clock on the bedside showed a couple of hours had passed since he’d uncorked the last bottle of wine, but he would have more after he got rid of the wannabe survivalist outside. He swung his legs over the bed, swaying slightly. And some food.

He grabbed the handgun his brother had given him years ago. Simon knew he didn’t like them, but had made sure he was proficient. He approached the door and peeked through the peephole. The stars didn’t provide enough light to see anything more than a shadowy, hulking figure on the porch. Definitely male. And bigger than Jaren’s own six feet. His grip tightened on the gun by his side. He thumbed off the safety but kept his finger alongside the trigger.

“Who is it?”

“Jaren, it’s me. Open the door.”

Jaren closed his eyes as his stomach dropped. He didn’t need Cooper here. Not when he was half dressed and nearly drunk. He hiccupped. Okay, totally drunk. He’d probably break down and ask the man to just hold him. Or he’d punch his lying, disappointing mouth in.

“Go away, Cooper. I’m not in the mood.”

“I need to see you, Jare. Just open up.” He curled his fingers against the door. Cooper sounded sincere and Jaren wanted to believe him more than he wanted his next breath.

“I know I’ve disappointed you, and I’m sorry. Just give me a moment to explain.”

“Thank you, God,” he whispered. His heart felt lighter than it had in days. There was only one reason for him to come all this way in the dark. Cooper was finally ready to take a chance—and Jaren looked like a train wreck. He shoved his fingers through his hair and fastened his pants. As primping went, it was a zero, but it was the best he could manage on such short notice.

Before he could think better of it, Jaren opened the door and stared slack-jawed at his dream come true. Cooper in jeans and a sweatshirt was hotter than most men naked. The clothes merely hinted at all the muscle beneath, and his breath caught as he remembered being pinned by that weight. His blond hair was covered by his beanie, and Jaren’s fingers literally itched to tunnel through those silky strands.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Cooper’s voice always sent a tingle up his spine and this time was no exception.

Jaren grinned, grabbed a handful of his shirt and hauled him inside. He pushed Cooper against the door and gave into the temptation to taste him. Cooper jerked in surprise, mouth opening beneath his assault. He groaned as Cooper’s flavor exploded on his tongue. Too long. It had been too damn long.

“Stop. Jaren, we have to stop.” He heard the words from a distance, but didn’t process them until Cooper shoved him back. “We don’t have time for this.”

Jaren blinked. Maybe he’d had more to drink than he’d thought. “What day is it?”

Cooper frowned. “It’s still Friday. At least for a couple more hours.”

“Then we have nothing but time.” Jaren reached for him, but Cooper batted his hands aside. Doubt settled, cold and hard in his stomach when Cooper shook his head.

“We have to talk.”

Not the words he’d been hoping to hear. He backed up farther, putting more than an arm’s length between them. Cooper’s gaze traveled over Jaren’s face and down his naked torso to his bare feet and back. He barely suppressed the shiver that tried to snake up his spine. Cooper’s golden gaze always made him hot. Even now when he wanted to hurt the man the way he was hurting, he could feel himself growing harder.

He saw Cooper’s chest rise in a deep sigh. “This isn’t easy for me—”

Jaren’s laughter sounded bitter to his own ears. “And we know it’s all about you. Look, why I don’t make this easy for both of us. I was just an easy piece, but you’re done having fun, fuck what I want.”

“Look, just hear me out.”

“Are you here to say yes to me?” Jaren asked, his heart in his throat. He felt tears threaten at Cooper’s silence. Damn him!

“You know, the time for talking was weeks ago.” Jaren turned away and rubbed his eyes. “Just go away.”

“I’ll go away when I good and goddamn well please.” Cooper’s massive hands reached for him and Jaren nearly tripped to avoid contact. He wouldn’t survive it if they touched.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know what an asshole you were.”

Cooper didn’t answer, too busy scanning the room in that cop way he had. Jaren waited for him to meet his gaze again. “Nothing to say?”

“Why don’t you turn on a light and we can talk over coffee?”

“Oh, did you bring some? Did I miss it?”

Cooper sighed again. “Jaren, I’m trying here, but you’re pushing me. We can talk like adults, or I can beat the shit out of you until you listen.”

Jaren got up in his face and felt a surge of triumph when Cooper’s eyes widened. Good. Let him see how changed he was. “You don’t run shit up here. This is my cabin. I’ll throw your ass out before you can think about laying a hand on me. Got that?”

Cooper blinked slowly. “And what are you going to do, Jaren? How you going to fight me?” His voice came in soft puffs against Jaren’s lips.

Jaren’s heart leapt. How was he supposed to control himself when all he could see, all he could smell was Cooper? He wanted to strangle the man. But more importantly, he wanted to reach out and kiss him again. His eyes zeroed in on the firm lips that had haunted his every waking hour. He knew they could be soft and comforting or hard and demanding. Right now he wanted both. He forced himself to take a step back.

“I want you to leave, Cooper.”

“I can’t, Jaren.” Cooper squinted at him and then cocked his head. Jaren’s stomach rolled.Nothing good came when he got that look.

“Why not?”

“Because Ortega escaped today. And he’s coming to kill you.”






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