Contemporary Romance



by Eliza March

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A Sizzling Highland Spring 2015

Hot Highland Fling: Bonus Edition

 By Eliza March

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Ailsa Jackson is finished dating executives. She’s looking for hot sexual fantasies—“all muscle, stamina and no commitment.” When assigned to interview an American CEO, Colin Fitzgerald, who recently inherited lands and a title in Scotland, she tosses her inhibitions aside to research all the old myths about brawny Highlanders and answer the old burning question—what is under a Scotsman’s kilt? She's about to get a surprise.
Rated Erotic Romance
This title contains graphic language and explicit language
“So ye don’t mind a man in a skirt, hey?” The expression on his face turned predatory as he moved into her personal space. She felt like Little Red Riding Hood had come upon the very big, very bad Wolf, and she so wanted him to eat her. As far as she was concerned, he could have her all he wanted.

The silence between them was charged with sexual tension. “You look...ah, great.” Ailsa’s gaze took him in again. She’d have to settle for great. Any other term would just be insufficient. Yet great almost seemed an inadequate description under the circumstances. Vocalizing her true feelings—terrific, yummy, fantastic—might be a tip off about her fascination with him and his kilt.

She decided to hold it there. Anything other than great would be over the top.

No sense scaring the hell out of the first man she encountered in Scotland. She certainly couldn’t ask the question she longed to ask or lift his kilt and satisfy her curiosity.

He frowned and tilted his chin to one side, puzzled by her perusal.

She tried to explain. “Don’t get me wrong. I was surprised to see the native dress. You know...the kilt and all. Sorry, I’m babbling. I didn’t know kilts were daily attire.”

“Do ye have something against kilts, then?

“Oh, no! Absolutely nothing. I actually have a certain proclivity for men in kilts.” The only thing she wanted against his kilt was her body. From the rising action going on under the sporran, she imagined he’d meet her sexual requirements, and then some. How well would he fill her? Her inner muscles clenched at the mental image.

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.

“Do you, now?” Colin suppressed the smile on his lips, but it crept into his eyes.

She played with fire, boldly flirting with him, “Yes, I do.” She lifted her chin defiantly and let her smile say try me.

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More Than A Stud

Erotic Romance
by: Eliza March
With her biological clock ticking away, Carina Roth, CEO and owner of a corporate security company, wants a child. On the night of her forty-second birthday, Carina's 35-year-old corporate intel officer, Evan Douglas, offers to be her baby's daddy. Evan not only wants to father Carina's child, he's ready to prove he can fulfill her every need and that, for Carina, he wants to be...more than a stud.


“Are you blushing?”

“Blushing? Hardly.” Thank goodness the light in the room was low. She was melting. But where was her hard exterior—the one she needed to protect her? There’d already been too many restless nights lately, when she’d tried not to think about Evan and sex. It was best not to consider him in that context now. They were the best partners, too good at working together to risk crossing that line and ruining everything between them, not to mention the difference in their ages. She couldn’t go there.

“You’re not answering. Does the silence mean you—”

“Look, Evan, we don’t play in the same sand boxes.” She tried to move away, but he held her firmly in place, one hand on her shoulder and the other firmly at her waist, pulling her tightly against his muscled body and his growing interest.

“Don’t be like that with me. It won’t work.” The words were clipped and edgy. His voice quiet, his implication explicit. “We both know I can keep up with you on any level—economically, intellectually, socially, emotionally—I’m right there with you.” The grit in his voice sounded angry, maybe a bit insulted, too.

“You know I didn’t mean it that way. I only meant I’m older than you and your friends. You hang with a younger crowd, have different interests.” “Mmm, so?”

Damn, if anyone saw him holding her like this, they’d think she was…ugh, robbing the cradle. She squeezed the hand recklessly massaging too close to her left breast and growled at him under her breath. “Stop that. Let me go.”

“Not a chance, lady. Don’t move or we’ll both be embarrassed.” He rubbed his cock across her ass to make his point.

Evan was young, fit, hard.

Oh, God, he is so hard.

copyright Eliza March 2011