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WANTED: Kissable bachelor with fangs seeks soft,
sexy lady for a kinky good time. Meet me at midnight....

SALLY PAINTER
To Kiss a Gargoyle

Tempted by the half-man/half-lion statue perched outside her high-rise office window, Marcy puts her hot lips on his rock-hard body, bringing the towering, muscular stud to life -- along with her wildest fantasies.

MARGARET L. CARTER
Tall, Dark and Deadly

After a business meeting with irresistible leading man Claude Darvell ends in carnal ecstasy, Eloise learns he's no actor -- he's a vampire -- and his seductive bite arouses her erotic appetite.

SHELLEY MUNRO
Curse of Brandon Lupinus

The gorgeous hunk who haunts Jess's dreams shows up in the flesh, claiming to be a ghostly eighteenth-century werewolf -- and together they indulge in some naughty bedroom play that leaves both of them panting for more.

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Paperback: 240 pages
Publisher: Pocket (June 10, 2008)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1416577238

TO KISS A GARGOYLE EXCERPT

Her forefinger brushed a sharp jagged edge. The column base. She reached higher, but couldn’t stretch enough to touch him. She’d misjudged the distance and needed to shift onto one hip to roll her body past the opening and onto the ledge with him. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to the gargoyle.

She kneeled beside him on the concrete ledge, surveying the inset and ledge’s short expanse. She had done it! Her pantyhose snagged and ripped from the rough concrete. With her hair lashing in a chaotic, twirling mass against her face, she managed to capture the unruly strands and tuck them behind her ear. There he was! Leonardo. It was incredible! Her laughter was carried away on the wind. Her hands trembled. She must touch him.

Intoxicated by the victory, she slowly became aware of where she was—dangerously close to the edge of the narrow alcove. Timidly, she glanced at the busy street scene below. The city was loud and bright, and several hundred feet below—all backdropped by a full moon. The world spun around her. Panic momentarily replaced elation, but she looked away from the dizzying street scene and focused on Leonardo.

“Oh my! You’re so magnificent,” she gasped, looking at his sinewy form. His sleek, hard body was so expertly carved. Raw masculine power was captured in the frozen pounce stopped just before he lunged forward into the air. She trembled as if he’d brushed his hand against her pussy.

Her breath latched in her throat, as she expected him to melt free of the stone and turn to her. Desire scorched a path over her, hardening her nipples in its jagged path to her clit. His face, only inches from hers, was the face of a man, yet his forehead was similar to a lion with a long unruly mane permanently caught in the wind. How could a statue be so lifelike?

She reached out, but stopped short of touching his shoulder. To touch him meant the fantasy would end. When he didn’t come to life, everything she’d hoped for would no longer be possible. It would all be over with one simple touch. Yet the temptation to touch him drew her closer. She drew a deep breath and steeled against the finality of the long-awaited touch.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Leonardo.” She ran her tongue over her lips. The wind swirled around her with the faint sound of night traffic ebbing from below. She hungered for him. The need to feel him beneath her touch was stronger than any fear of losing him forever. Kneeling there, so close to the edge, she had only one thought. Leonardo.

She lifted onto her knees so she was eye level with his handsome face.

“Hello, sexy,” she whispered, staring into his piercing look. For a brief instant, she wondered if he were in truth a wild animal instead of her sexy lover. Once set free would he turn on her like a creature from the jungle, startled by human touch? Just inches from his face, she couldn’t pull away. She was actually going to touch him. After all the nights of yearning for this moment, it had arrived. Her arousal released in a rush of hot moistness that drenched her panties.

Could she join him on the column without falling to her death? She didn’t dare look down again. All she needed was to brush her pussy against his hardness. It was insane yet she didn’t care. Some people had foot fetishes, well, hers was a statue. His name curled over her tongue and past her lips.

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