Wicked Knights (erotic erotica menage)

By Tawny Taylor

Freelance writer Cheryl Witte loves her romance novels as much as the next girl. Especially Dangerous Knights, the story of two dominant, sexy shapeshifters, Cy and Maksim. To be possessed by two dark and dangerous Masters? One word: yum! But that’s just fantasy. It could never happen in real life... right? She wouldn’t want it to.

Then again, maybe it could... and maybe she would.

Cheryl is onto the story of the century, about a portal that allows real men -- dangerous and barbaric ones -- to travel into the human world and kidnap unsuspecting women. You bet she’s willing to take her chances for that kind of story. A paper cut and a few muttered words could make all her wishes come true, including a cover story in the NY Times. Not to mention bring the men of her fantasies to life.

She sets up some cameras, arms herself with a tranquilizer, and waits. And waits...until...one minute she’s sleeping, the next she’s dragged into a world of her imagination, to face her darkest desires... and most shocking secrets.

Cy and Maksim have their own challenges to face. But nothing can stop them from introducing their fiery new bride to the rapture of complete submission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Novel Mind Books
• Release date: Mar 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458086822

Tawny Taylor

Nothing exciting happens in Tawny Taylor's life, unless you count giving the cat a flea dip--a cat can make some fascinating sounds when immersed chin-deep in insecticide--or chasing after a houseful of upchucking kids during flu season. She doesn't travel the world or employ a staff of personal servants. She's not even built like a runway model. She's just your run-of-the-mill Detroit suburban mom and wife. That's why she writes, for the sheer joy of it. She doesn't need to escape, mind you. Despite being run-of-the-mill, her life is wonderful. She just likes to add some...zip. Her heroines might resemble herself, or her next door neighbor (sorry Sue), but they are sure to be memorable (she hopes!). And her heroes--inspired by movie stars, her favorite television actors or her husband--are fully capable of delivering one hot happily-ever-after after another. Combined, the characters and plots she weaves bring countless hours of enjoyment to Tawny...and she hopes to readers too! In the end, that's all the matters to Tawny, bringing a little bit of zip to someone else's life.

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Passion Unbound2: Wicked Nights

Tawny Taylor

All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2011 Tawny Taylor

Smashwords Edition

Publisher: Novel Mind Books

www.NovelMindBooks.com

Chapter 1

This wasn’t just a game anymore. No longer just a quest for a scorching orgasm or even a teasing cat and mouse chase. Her domineering knights, Cy and Maks, were determined to force her to her knees any way they could. That realization made her shudder.

Cy captured her wrists in his huge fists and forced them out to the side, walking her backward until she was literally crushed between his powerful body and the cold stone wall. She shivered as his erect cock branded her flesh, his lethal-sharp gaze pierced her eyes. He kicked her feet apart, widening her stance and she nearly melted to the floor.

She’d never imagined it would be this way, being dominated by two powerful men. A delicious, terrifying, wicked thrill.

Cheryl Witte dragged in a slow, deep breath. Could she do this? Oh God.

A freelance writer who had spent the past several years looking for her big chance, she’d been chasing a hot story for months. A phenomenal one that would blow apart the current view of the world.

If only she had proof.

She’d been so close last month, with that scene in the apartment building. So fucking close she could taste it. But someone had called the police and she wasn’t able to get a look before it was too late.

Thank God for anonymous sources!

She was right now staring at the key to her future. Once she had proof, it wouldn’t be the fucking Globe buying her story, it would be Time. Discovery. The New York Times.

And this girl would finally be someone.

But what a risk she’d have to take. Huge. Maybe even greater than a trip to the worst war-torn regions on earth. She was about to open the door to another dimension, to invite two dangerous men into her home where she would trap them.

They were so strong. Brutal. Scary. And yes, sexy too. But that didn’t even begin to make up for the horrible things their people had done to women all these years. Snatching them out of their beds in the middle of the night and forcing them into an empty life of subservience, basically making them their sex slaves.

Savages.

If anything went wrong tonight… shit, she couldn’t even allow herself to think about that right now.

She checked the equipment one last time. Video cameras focused on each wall. Check. Audio recorder. Check. Preloaded syringes with a tranquilizer that was both safe and powerful enough to knock a three hundred pound man out for at least a couple of hours. Check. That last thing was not the easiest thing to come by.

This would be the story of the millennium. She could not wimp out.

She glanced out the window. Full moon. One last chance to change her mind. Do this now or wait a month?

She’d gone through such hell to get ready for this. It had to be now, even though she was absolutely petrified and alone. She hadn’t been able to trust anyone to be there with her, to watch her back, just in case something went wrong.

Wouldn’t it be her luck that she’d end up kidnapped by the bastards and dragged into their world, only to have her story hit huge while she was gone?

Hands trembling, she unwrapped the sterile lance she’d bought at the medical supply store. A drop of blood was needed. On the book’s pages. While she read the scene in the story where the heroine pleads for the beasts to come for her. That was what her source had told her.

She flipped back to the beginning, found the page. Skimmed.

Here.

If only she could find real men like Cy and Maks. Men who knew who they were, and had the personal strength to give her what she’d been searching for all her life. Weren’t intimidated by her independence and strong will. And who deserved her unwavering trust.

That did sound nice. Too bad it didn’t really happen that way. Cheryl poked her fingertip with the lance and watched three round droplets strike the page. Where are you, Cy and Maksim? Please, please come to me.

Nothing. Silence.

She glanced around the room, expecting some kind of… something… to happen. The air to ripple and spark. Two men to come jumping out of the walls, charging at her like pissed off rhinos.

She dropped the book and scooted up to the head of the bed until her spine ground painfully into the headboard. Her fingers curled around the syringes, tighter. She was ready. Terrified but ready.

Her heart was kicking against her breastbone like a kangaroo trying to break out of a cage. She glanced out the window again. Yes, it was the full moon. It was early still, just a little after six in the evening. The moon would be shining for the next fifteen hours. That meant her knights from another dimension could come rushing into her room at any time.

Any time now.

Yep, at any minute.

Sigh. She was in for a looooong night.

At least she was prepared. Lots of chocolate. Caffeine in the form of diet cola. She’d be wired, but at least she wouldn’t fall asleep.

As minutes and then hours slowly ticked by, her breathing regulated. Her heart stopped trying to hammer its way out of her chest. But she didn’t loosen her grip on those syringes. Nor did she let herself become distracted by the half-read book lying on her bed or her favorite television show, which was on tonight. The dangers of her being caught off-guard were too great.

A handful of hours later, she had a whole new appreciation for detectives and their ilk. To sit around waiting for something to happen was tedious. Boooring. Exhausting. Especially when there was no guarantee that anything would happen at all.

She knew for a fact that the Twelfth Knight Brotherhood was real. And those women had all disappeared, without leaving a single clue behind. It was as if they’d literally vanished into thin air. Only one woman that she knew of had managed to return. That woman, Maggie Dunning, was living like nothing had ever happened. The only difference being, the lucky girl now had two gorgeous live-in boyfriends who, unfortunately for Cheryl, seemed one hundred percent human.

That hadn’t discouraged Cheryl. She was just going to have to try harder.

Her only doubt now was whether or not she’d gotten the summoning spell right. If her anonymous tipster had left out a significant detail, there was a chance she’d be sitting here tomorrow morning, sleep deprived and caffeine OD’d, and still lacking the evidence she wanted so badly.

More hours ticked by, and the effects of her uber doses of caffeine made her feel sick. She stopped all consumption of the stimulant. There truly were some bad side effects to caffeine.

More hours passed, and she began to believe the worst. She’d missed something. The spell hadn’t worked. Her body was unwinding from the effects of her caffeine overdose. Her eyes growing bleary. Her head clouding with exhaustion. She was the world’s worst investigative reporter. How would she ever make a name for herself if she couldn’t stay awake one stupid night?

At daybreak, she finally succumbed to her body’s demand for sleep. Her dreams were filled with images of burly men with sexy sneers and hot I’m-going-to-get-you gazes.

This sucked. How the heck would she figure out where she’d gone wrong before the