Surprise Passion Series Box Set

By Mia Fox

The Surprise Passion Series Box Set features four erotica novelettes by author Lola Bond, the pen name behind romance author Mia Fox.

Each erotica novelette in the Surprise Passion Series features an adventurous and independent woman experiencing monster fantasy that conveys romance and tasteful eroticism. The box set series includes the titles, “Ready for the Yeti,” “Going Steady with the Yeti,” “Ethel and the Merman,” and “Scent of the Centaur.”

These are fan favorites, combined for your convenience and reading pleasure. Each erotica title combines humor with sexiness and carries the theme that you never know when or where passion can be found.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evatopia Press
• Release date: Jul 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781630990312

Mia Fox

Mia Fox is a Los Angeles-based novelist who writes across varied genres including Contemporary Romance, Paranormal Romance, Steampunk, and Chick Lit. She received her Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications from U.S.C.Before writing full time, she worked as an entertainment publicist, a career she chronicles in her novel, “Alert the Media.” However, she is happy to leave that world behind her, preferring that any drama in her life is only that which she creates for her characters.She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, three children, Casey, the Wonder Westie, and Bean, his brother.

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Surprise Passion Series

Ready for the Yeti

Going Steady with the Yeti

Ethel and the Merman

Scent of the Centaur

Ready for the Yeti

The Surprise Passion Series

Book One

By

Lola Bond

Ready for the Yeti copyright © 2014 by Lola Bond

All rights reserved.

Ready for the Yeti, Book I, The Surprise Passion Series by Lola Bond

Published by Evatopia Press

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Chapter One

It wasn’t right that he was trapped in a cage, taken from his home. I could see the anxiety on the face of the massive Yeti. The light brown fur on his arms was matted from dried blood, indicating a struggle. His face was an eery combination of half man/half ape. Those who I worked for had dubbed him Prince Schlong...inappropriately named after the famed King Kong and due to the act that landed him in hot water.

I watched him pace his cage, looking both angry and scared at the amazed stares of the crowd. To a degree, I couldn’t blame them for their curiosity. He was taken from his home in the mountains of the Himalayas by a hunting party after word got out that he had brutally attacked a young man who was working as a goat herder. According to the man, the massive Yeti threatened his herd and when he came to their rescue, the Yeti turned on him. The man claimed to have been repeatedly raped and then discarded like yesterday’s trash, unwanted and no longer desired by the Yeti. Once the man recovered, a search party went after the ape-like creature, trapped him and sold him to the highest bidder. There was a lot of money invested in bringing him to the California zoo that now housed him for a major pharmaceutical firm that had plans to study him...and use him.

Things were different for me two weeks ago as well. I’m one of a handful of anthropologists who works in the pharmaceutical industry. I was working on a trial to determine how women’s mental well-being could improve with a healthy sex life. My firm quickly deemed that drug companies would pay more for a new drug that helped a man’s sexual appetite and my expertise would be of more use on this case.

MedSecs, the company that employs me, is one of the top, private biotech companies available for hire by pharmaceutical companies. Our scientists work fast and are paid well to keep their mouths shut, which is imperative in the competitive drug marketplace. Even so, leaks occur, which means that new drugs and trials have to be implemented at lightening speed.

So the minute the Yeti was captured, they sent for me without wasting even a day. Ever since he arrived, I’ve been tasked with around-the-clock observations of Prince...I refuse to add the latter part of his moniker...to determine if he could provide sperm samples for drug development.

I peered at Prince through the bars of his cage and his eyes met mine. He was showing signs of recognition toward me, often times looking only at me, especially when the jeers of the crowd grew loud.

MedSecs called him Prince Schlong not only because of the rape, but also because of their intentions for him. They theorized that his massive size, strength, and insatiable sexual appetite was in direct correlation to the testosterone that coursed through his body. All signs indicated that his sperm would be of a higher potency than the average man.

The company who hired us wanted samples immediately for testing and if the laboratory trials proved successful, an initial public offering would get underway to elevate their stock price.

There was a lot riding on this venture, but all I could focus on was the fact that I had been taken away from my current study, one that I believed in and had devoted years of my life to, on orders to do something that seemed much like a gross violation of this creature’s rights.

I looked at Prince who was now throwing objects around his cage with mighty force and realized that I was as trapped as he.

* * * *

I wouldn’t get too close.

It was just like David to start giving instructions. After all, he always did that when we were together in bed, why should now be any different? Even though we hadn’t been in the same city for over three years, some things never change.

I turned and saw him watching me, observing me with the same interest that the crowds showed the Yeti.

Thanks. It’s not like I’m going to have a lot of choice in the matter.

True, but you’re the best person for the job.

You mean I’m the only person for the job, I said wryly.

It was stupid for me to have ever gotten involved with David. Workplace romances rarely work and ours was no exception. At least we were both adult about our situation. He recognized that I wasn’t satisfied, but I was his best anthropologist so I gladly accepted a relocation to the west coast if only to keep my job along with the peace.

It’s good to see you, Anna.

You too, I said politely.

I recalled one of our last experiences together...

We had just been out to dinner and David had been feeling me up under the table. There was something about the potential of being caught that turned me on. By the time we got home, I was gagging for it and David was always in the mood. Trouble was...his dick didn’t always follow suit.

I positioned myself on the bed seductively and leaned back on my elbows. I’m not ready, David informed me.

Maybe this will get you ready? I said bringing my knees up to my chest and letting my dress fall back to reveal that I had neglected to wear any panties. He smiled and readily moved between my legs.

David may have had a below average sized penis, but what he lacked in that department, he more than made up for with the use of his mouth. He was amazing at cunnilingus and in no time flat, I had cum.

He threw off his trousers and moved up the bed, positioning himself on top of me. But I guess the wine he drank had messed with his hard on. He had only drank two glasses, but with David, that was enough to affect his performance. I was still wet and ready for more, but he remained flaccid.

Let me help, I said and changed positions with him. I went down on him and he started to have the reaction I was looking for, but I no sooner removed my mouth and tried to guide him into me, when he lost it again.

Maybe if you didn’t stop so soon, he snapped. Let’s do it from behind again.

Lately, David always wanted to do it from behind as if he was thinking of something or someone else.

Sure, I said, although in truth, I wasn’t really up for it anymore. I put on a practiced smile, encouraging him as I purred about how hot he made me feel. Regardless of my willingness to appease him, he couldn’t keep it up.

This isn’t going to work, he admitted.

Next time, I said trying to be reassuring. Listen, I’m just going to leave. I’m pretty tired.

Yeah, whatever. That’s fine.

There was a nasty side to David that reared its ugly head whenever his other head refused to do the same. He fixed his gaze on me for a minute, sizing me up and deciding his next verbal attack. Just as well. You should get some rest. You’ve been kind of off your game at work.

What? I said, seeing David for what he really was, a small man in more ways than one.

"I’m just saying that we have shareholders and your research hasn’t been cutting it lately. You know, there aren’t a lot of jobs for anthropologists out there. You’re lucky to have this one and maybe you