Four Hot, Sexy Stories in One Print Volume!
Normally shy, Liz Bellamy agrees to pose for a sexy calendar to help raise money for an animal
shelter. She almost chickens out after meeting photographer Kent Draper, but soon discovers
being half naked in front of the sexy shutterbug’s lens is a turn-on. And when a girl gets that
aroused, well…a little shyness won’t stop her from getting what she wants.
When Goldie Lockwood gets lost hiking and comes upon an isolated cabin, little does she know it
belongs to three hot werebear brothers. The guys aren’t thrilled to discover she ate their food
and slept in their beds, so naughty Goldie suggests a spanking as payment. Now hot, bothered
and wanting more, Goldie must decide—sex with one brother? Or all three?
Mr. Right Now
Maid of honor in yet another wedding, Kate laments her bad luck in finding her own Mr. Right. Her
friends point out she’s trying too hard, and convince her to put her search for the perfect man on
hold in favor of some simple fun.Kate goes for it by propositions the gorgeous best man, Dawson
McKenna. She soon finds herself doing things she’d never dreamed—and falling for Dawson. But
she was the one who made the rules. How can she now tell him she wants more than just a
Good Cop, Bad Girl
Julie Hanson is mortified to learn the uniformed stud who showed up at her birthday party isn’t a
male stripper hired by her girlfriends. Kirk Chandler is a real cop. And she teased him about
giving her a birthday spanking! But Kirk returns later that night bearing gifts—and an offer to give
her that spanking. Julie is about to get a night of pleasure that qualifies as the best birthday
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2010
Kent dropped to one knee in front of her, camera at the ready. "Okay, now that Godiva’s out of the room, show me your best sultry look."
Liz wasn’t exactly sure she knew how to do sultry, but she decided to give it her best shot. Putting her hands on the floor in front of her, she
leaned forward to flash him a little more cleavage and gazed at him from beneath lowered lashes.
He immediately began snapping pictures. "Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Work it."
She giggled at the words, unable to help herself.
He came out from behind the camera to give her a curious look. "Why’d you stop? That was perfect."
"I’m not so sure sultry is a good look for me," she told him.
"I beg to differ. And so does the camera. But if you don’t believe me, do the same thing and this time check yourself out on the monitor."
Hoping she didn’t look as silly as she felt, Liz struck the same pose, then glanced at the monitor after he’d snapped the picture. What she
saw made her do a double take. With her full lips parted, her blue eyes half hidden underneath a thick fringe of dark lashes, and the tops
of her lace-covered breasts peeking out enticingly from her silk robe, not only didn’t she look silly, she looked like the very definition of
sultry. That thought sent another current of excitement shooting through her pussy.
"Beautiful," Kent said. "Now let your robe slip off your shoulders a little for me."
Liz did as he asked, waited for him to take a picture, then impulsively lifted her hair up with her free hand and blew him an air kiss over her
He chuckled. "That’s it. Show me some more. Have fun with it."
She dropped her hand, letting her hair fall down her back as she shifted positions. Lying over on her hip, she leaned forward to give him a
sexy come-hither look. As she did, the robe slid down to her elbows, completely exposing her lace-trimmed bra to the camera and the man
behind it. Kent’s low groan of approval was all the encouragement she needed to keep going.
Still kissing her, Gregory cupped her breasts in his hands and found her nipples with his fingers again. As he twirled and squeezed the
sensitive buds, one of his brothers – she wasn’t sure which – stepped up behind her and began to massage her ass cheeks with his
hands. The feeling of being sandwiched between two rock-hard male bodies made her pussy throb and she was tempted to slide her hand
down to touch herself. Before she could give in to the urge, however, a strong hand reached around to cup her sex.
Goldie moaned as fingers found her clit and began to make small circles around it. Whichever brother it was, he certainly knew his way
around the female anatomy. The way his hard cock pressed against her ass wasn’t half bad, either. Why the heck hadn’t she ever made
out with three guys before this? Because she’d never met three guys this damn hot before, she told herself.
As Gregory continued to tease and torment her nipples with his fingers, his mouth left hers to trail a path of kisses along the curve of her
jaw and down her neck. She tilted her head to the side as much to give Gregory access as to see which brother was working his magic with
her clit. Catching a glimpse of dark, wavy hair and a slightly crooked nose, she realized it was the middle brother, Barrett.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his breath warm and moist against her ear.
She reached up to cup his cheek with one hand as the other found its way into Gregory’s silky hair. “Mmm.”
“Think I could make you come this way?”
She shivered as he pressed a kiss to the hollow behind her ear. “Why don’t we try it and find out?”Behind her, Barrett chuckled and moved
his finger a little faster. Goldie dropped her hand to rest it on his muscular thigh and began to slowly rotate her hips in time with his finger.
From the husky groan he let out, it was obvious he liked the way her ass was rubbing against his cock. She was just wondering if she might
be able to make him come all over her freshly spanked cheeks when Gregory took one hand away from her breast to slowly slide it down
her stomach and join his brother’s between her legs.
His hotel room was an exact replica of hers, right down to the fireplace and hot tub. It was the king-size bed against the wall that caught and
held her attention, however. As she took in the fluffy pillows and white goose down comforter, she pictured herself rolling around on it with
Dawson, their naked bodies entwined as they engaged in hot, sweaty sex. Just the idea started a really nice purr between her legs.
“The mini bar is probably pretty limited, but I’m sure we can find something,” Dawson said as he tossed his key card on the dresser. “What
can I get you?”
Images of her and Dawson still running through her head, Kate turned to face him. She couldn’t believe she was actually going to go
through with this. Before she could change her mind, she set her purse down on the bedside table and walked over to loop her arms
around his neck. She hadn’t realized how tall he was downstairs, but now she had to tilt her head back to look up at him.
“Maybe we should forget about having a drink and test out the mattress instead,” she suggested softly. “I hear they’re very comfortable.”
Surprise flickered in his eyes for a moment, but he rested his hands lightly on her hips all the same. “Kate Gentry, are you seducing me?”
“I might be,” she admitted. “But only if it’s working.”
He chuckled. “Oh, it’s definitely working.”
She smiled up at him. “Then in that case, I’m definitely seducing you. I figured since we’re both obviously attracted to each other, we should
hook up for the weekend.”
She tried to make the words sound casual, but inside, her heart was pounding like crazy. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or
nerves, though. Maybe it was a little of both. She’d never actually seduced a man like this. And the words, “hook up for the weekend,” had
certainly never, ever come out of her mouth before.
He lifted a brow. “Hook up? As in casual sex, no strings attached?”
Clearly, he was way more familiar with this type of thing than she was. She nodded. “Exactly. Once the weekend is over, we get on the ferry
and go our separate ways. No muss, no fuss.”
He pulled her closer, his mouth curving into a sexy grin. “That works for me.”
She should have tried this whole seduction thing long before this. She was better at it than she’d thought. Kate didn’t reply, but instead
leaned in and kissed him.
Good Cop, Bad Girl
Laughing, Julie yanked open the door and found herself face to face with the most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen. Tall, with short-cropped
brown hair and a perfectly chiseled jaw, he had a wide, sensuous mouth and soulful dark eyes. More gold than brown, they were the kind
of eyes a girl could end up getting lost in.
She forced her gaze to move lower, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular biceps before coming to rest on the shiny badge on the
front of his dark blue uniform. Directly across from it was a nametag that read Chandler. This hot hunk was a cop?
Abruptly realizing she was just standing there staring at him, she reached up to tuck her long, ash blonde hair behind an ear. "Can I help
He glanced at the other girls still sitting in the living room before those incredible eyes settled on her again. "Is this your apartment, ma’am?"
She stifled a groan. Even his voice was sexy as sin. "Yes."
"We got a complaint about the noise you and your friends were making."
Julie automatically opened her mouth to apologize, only to close it again as the obvious suddenly struck her. God, she was slow
sometimes. This mouthwatering specimen of a man wasn’t a real cop; he must be a male stripper her friends had hired for her birthday.
And if he looked even half as good naked as he did in that uniform, then she was in for a real show. Her friends were the best!
She glanced at the other girls over her shoulder and gave them a wink before turning back to him. Her lips curved into a sexy smile. "And
you’re here to arrest me, right?" she teased. "Or maybe you’d rather give me a birthday spanking instead?"
He lifted a brow, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion.
Julie was a little surprised by it herself. So much for not being able to ask a guy she’d just met for a spanking. She wasn’t usually quite so
bold. Then again, she was already on her second margarita. Not that she was tipsy or anything. She was just feeling a little naughty. And if
she couldn’t be naughty on her birthday, when could she be naughty?
When he didn’t answer, she gave him a pout. "No? And one of my friends just gave me the cutest heart-shaped paddle, too." She
shrugged. "Maybe later then. I’d much rather see you strip anyway."
His brows drew together. "Strip?"
Damn, he was really good at staying in character. She nodded. "Yeah, you know, take off your clothes. Though I wouldn’t do it out in the
hallway if I were you. Not unless you want my neighbors to really call the cops."
When he didn’t move, she reached out and grabbed the front of his belt to give it a tug. He didn’t resist, but let her pull him into the
entryway. As much as she would have liked to keep her hand right where it was, maybe even move it a little lower, she forced herself to
release him. She should probably let him start dancing before she got too familiar. She waited, expecting him to make suggestive little
moves with his hips and unbutton his shirt, but he only continued to regard her with that same authoritative expression on his face. Sheesh,
this guy was seriously into his role.
Julie took a step closer to him. He was taller than she was by almost a foot and she had to tilt her chin to look up at him. Up close like this,
she could see light flecks of green in his golden eyes.
"You’re really good, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a real cop." She circled him slowly, running her hand up his
arm and over his shoulder, then across his back. "The uniform looks real, that’s for sure." She let her fingers trail over his opposite
shoulder and down his other arm, her gaze going to the gun in the holster at his hip as she walked around to stand in front of him again.
"So does the gun. And the handcuffs." She ran a finger over the badge on his chest. "And that badge is the best I’ve ever seen."
As she studied the radio clipped to his left shoulder, she realized it looked real, too. She didn’t know male strippers wore such authentic
getups. She was about to say as much to him when the radio suddenly hissed.
"All units in the vicinity of Bayview, we have a 2-11 in progress…"
She frowned. Bayview was a neighborhood in the southern part of the city, across town from where she lived in the Lower Pacific Heights
section of San Francisco. Oh…crap. This guy wasn’t a stripper. He was a real cop! She jerked her head up to look at him, her eyes wide.
A slow smile curved his mouth as he folded his arms across his broad chest. "That’s right, ma’am. The uniform is real. The gun is real. The
handcuffs are real. The badge is real. And you," he added meaningfully, "are in real trouble."