Sensual Enticements: An Erotic Romance Paranormal Thriller 2 plus 1 Bundle Collection

By Sandra Ross

From the Publisher that brought you popular short story series Witching Call, Hostile Hearts, Earthbound Angels, Ralph's Gift, January Morrison Files, and now, our...
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SENSUAL ENTICEMENTS
An Erotic Romance Paranormal Thriller Collection
The Awakening
His golden eyes mesmerize... how could a stranger like Lucien invoke so much desire in her?
Chandler is a beautiful woman who was staid, sensible, and in control--before she met hypnotically stunning and incredibly magnetic Lucien. She's just recovered from a break-up, so that could be the reason why she ignites into a blazing inferno when his hands touch her skin. His kisses brand her, and every time she refuses him, it leaves her painfully frustrated. How can this happen? Is it even real?
And someone's watching her... she feels it. She is sure of it. But who? And what about her incredible dreams about a faceless man she feels passionate love for but cannot remember? Things are happening to Chandler that she can't explain. And in Lucien's arms, she is fast becoming someone she doesn't know.
Or someone she can't remember? It is as if she is being awakened from the slumber of a powerful curse. It is as if he is making her remember.
Can she dare believe?
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Untouched
Abby's friend goes missing and through the investigation, she reunites with an old flame--sexy, handsome, and hot detective Ethan Webb.
It is very obvious they're still sexually attracted to each other. She just cannot resist his kisses, his touch. She doesn't know how she survived without him. Abby is so tired of making do with pleasuring her body on her own and is ready to make a go at romance again when Tara's body is found.
Ethan stands by her side through her friend's funeral. She is more than just grateful for his company and she wonders if they could ever resume where they'd left off.
The way he looks at her, the right moment may be very, very near...Behind the door is a small anteroom with a staircase that leads to
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BONUS BOOK
The Darkness Kiss
Savannah is a psychic, but a reluctant one. How could she love her gift when it shows her only the dead ones? But when her bestfriend Cassie goes missing and she begins showing herself to her, Savannah knows she has to use her gift to find her body and her murderer.
And she also needs Spencer, her ex-boyfriend who happens to be Cassie's brother and a former FBI agent. Cassie's body bears the signs of numerous women who'd gone missing and turned up murdered. They have to find the serial killer so that no other woman would suffer Cassie and the others' fates.
But what if that killer is someone she knows? Will her gift or Cassie warn her about the danger?
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READER ADVISORY: These stories contain contents that some reader may find objectionable, including sex and erotic themes.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Ross
• Release date: Nov 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310295669

Sandra Ross

The moment Sandra Ross held her first romance novel when she was ten, she knew she was going to write romance. At thirty now, a prolific reader and a freelance writer, she's since then expanded her preferences from just romance to romance with a dash of now trending sub-genres—paranormal , fantasy, sci-fi even, and erotica. She loves challenging herself and would write on a dare. On a normal day, she would be found in her herb garden collecting spices for her kitchen or ingredients for her potions; in her huge eclectic Provencal kitchen with the big modern oven cooking pots and pans of food for her family of one husband and three kids (an ardent daughter and two boisterous sons) that'll probably last for weeks; in her library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and an e-reader in her hands as she reads the latest erotic hit; or scribbling pages upon pages of different erotic lifestyles, searching for the one that feels like it was inspired by just the right mix of passion, story line, and sex. Aside from these activities, the rest of the time she'd be found in front of her laptop typing the latest Sandra Ross concoction for her readers.

Book preview

Chapter One

CHANDLER LOGGED OFF of her computer and shut it down. Sitting back in her chair, she raised her arms over her head, stretching. She loved her job and she knew how lucky she was to be able to work from home, but there were days that she was perfectly content to be done with everything so she could take a break and rest before starting a new one.

Just as she was getting up, her cellphone trilled. When she saw who it was, she almost didn't answer it.

Lisette was her best friend in the world and she loved her dearly, but sometimes she just had too much focus on Chandler's love life, which was kind of non-existent at the moment the way she wanted it to be. The trouble was, Lisette wanted the opposite.

So Chandler already knew what this call was about. Lisette had been talking about the two of them going to a new club in town. It was a Goth club called Lilith's Lair. Lisette changed lifestyles almost as quickly as she changed clothes and this was her new flavor of the week. The last thing that Chandler wanted to do was spend the evening drinking glasses of fake blood and fending off stupid jokes about neck biting.

Hello, Lis, Chandler said after she hit the connect button on her phone.

Did you figure out what you're wearing to the club tonight? Lisette said without preamble.

You know, I really don't know that I'm feeling up to this, Chandler said, then held the phone away from her ear to avoid the verbal assault that she knew was coming. She picked up a few words here and there, but she didn't need to hear it all to know that Lisette was protesting vehemently.

When the stream of words slowed down, Chandler put the phone back to her ear. Look, I just don't enjoy this kind of thing the way that you do, Lis.

But you promised me! Lisette screeched again.

She cringed from the phone. Lisette, screaming at me isn't going to go a long way in convincing me.

So you'll go with me if I lower my voice?

She couldn't help grinning. I'll consider going if you stop trying to force me into doing things that I really don't want to do.

Then I won't. Pro-oo-mise. Just give it a chance, at least. Ple-ee-aase? What if you happen to like it? Chandler, a lot of women who prefers things that you do- like working non-stop for about twenty-three hours seven days a week - visits this place every night. And they seem happy.

Chandler sighed. She knew this was an argument that she wasn't going to win no matter how hard she fought it.

Ok, I'll go, but we're not leaving until eight or nine, and I'll be picking out my own clothes.

Chandler could hear Lisette revving up for another argument so she cut the conversation short and disconnected. Well, she might as well get started so that she would be dressed and ready to go on time. Even though she had said eight or nine tonight, she already knew Lisette would be on her doorstep at least by seven-thirty, if not sooner.

Strolling into the kitchen, she peered into the refrigerator to see what she had to make a quick meal from. There were things to make a salad as well as some sandwich things so she hauled out everything and set it on the kitchen bar. Creating her meal did a lot to fuel her appetite. After eating, she found that she felt a lot better about her impending evening out.

Chandler supposed that she could understand Lisette's concern. It had been a little over a year since she had broken up with James and she hadn't even dated anyone since then.

She wasn't even sure why she had gone out with James in the first place let alone stayed with him as long as she had. They had nothing in common and he was so boring that she had had trouble staying awake a lot of the times they were together. Even the sex wasn't anything to write home about.

Oh well, that was all behind her now.

Chapter Two

CHANDLER STARTED THE SHOWER and let it run while she stripped down to her bare skin. Chandler felt that her body was in pretty good shape.

She wasn't painfully thin, but neither was she plump. Her stomach was flat; her breasts were round and firm; and her ass was tight and round. She often got compliments on her legs which where long as well as toned. At 5'9" she was taller than a lot of the men she ran into and it got even worse when she wore heels.

Well, I don't care about that tonight, she thought as she ran a loofah over her soapy body. I'm going to wear heels and it doesn't matter how many men I tower over.

Chandler decided to forego the styling of her long black hair. Instead, she just used a blow dryer on it and brushed it out straight. With a simple middle part, she was satisfied that it would do. She had also decided to get a bit Goth in her makeup. What the hell, she thought. If I'm going to do this, I may as well do it up right.

When she was finished with her makeup, she had perfectly lined eyes in a soft black, long black lashes, and smoky gray eye shadow. Her eyes were an unusual violet color in a shade that no one in her family was ever able to figure out where it came from. No one else had them, which was the biggest reason that she loved them so much.

Now, it was time to rummage through her closet and find something appropriate to wear. It turned out to be easier than she had thought it would. She instantly stumbled upon a long, black lacy skirt with slits up the sides. Added to that was a deep purple corset that she would wear under a see through black lace top. Chandler stood in front of the mirror completely naked and was pretty happy with what she saw. She added a piece of clothing at a time and checked out the effect in the mirror. Finally, she was done. Perfect! She thought.

This outfit needed jewelry and she had plenty of that. In fact, this seemed to be the right time to break out that lovely old pendant that she had found in an antique store a couple of weeks ago. Pulling it out of her jewelry box, she found that the color of the amethyst crystal in the pendant matched her corset perfectly. It was a Celtic cross of some sort and was attached to a large black chain. Slipping it around her neck, she found that the overall effect was somewhat mysterious.

As she gazed at herself in the mirror, she suddenly felt a chill come over her. Chandler glanced quickly at her bedroom window and walked over to it. She looked down onto the street below her and saw nothing.

Yet, she was quite positive that she had felt someone watching her.

CHANDLER WASN'T wrong about being watched. There was a set of glowing golden eyes that were trained on her at that very instant. This is she, the watcher thought to himself. She's the one! Now, that I've found her, she will be mine. I'll spread her beneath me and claim her as my own. They could not hide her from me forever.

As the watcher continued his vigil, he saw another young woman arrive. That would be the friend, he thought. So, my love won't be alone tonight. I must be patient. Moving too quickly will only ruin everything. However, I will meet her face to face tonight. I must see if even a glimmer of memory stirs within her. He continued to watch as the two women left the house and got into a small red vehicle. It seemed to belong to the other young woman. They set off down the street in the direction of Lilith's Lair.

The watcher followed.

CHANDLER HAD to say that this club looked a lot more fun that she had anticipated.

Sure, it was a bit campy with all of the dressed up vampire wannabes. Even the club owner, Lilith herself, had made an effort to come over and introduce herself to Lisette and Chandler when they walked in. That part had been a little weird because it was almost like she had been watching for them. They