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Six stories of erotic desire, one low Megabook price from bestselling erotic romance author Christy Poff! DISIRES UNDER THE FALLS: Desires - we all have them but what happens when they are one person's wishes for the one they love? Penelope leads a comfortable yet unfulfilled life until she meets a truly unique couple in Niagara Falls. Layla meets a gorgeous guy who has a unique relationship with his business partner. Will life changing events get in their way? Desires - we all have them - what are yours? DESIRE IN THE SNOW: Will the erotic passion they generate in each other's arms be enough to melt the snow outside the world beyond their hearts? HART'S DESIRE: When two hearts come together and share a unique bond, the desire should not be put down—for any reason. In high school, Addington and Cory defined their Dom/sub relationship in their senior year but because of Harvard and Florida State, he made the decision for them to break it off and go on with their lives. Unfortunately, while both became professionally successful, their personal lives failed to find the same feelings. Will Hart's desire win out? YULE DESIRES: Mara Bergeron wanted one thing for Christmas—her Master and the love of her life, though she'd sworn never to get involved with a married man. Jared St. Nicholas wanted the same thing, only the question of divorcing his wife got in the way. Can the Christmas holidays ignite their Yule desires? DESIRE IN GREEN: Liam St. Patrick has desired one woman in every way but she works as his father's personal assistant—interoffice relationships are out of the question until a romantic leprechaun gets involved. Natasha Lindsey has the same feelings but figures Liam is out of her league. Will desire in green bring them together despite office policy? DESIRE IN FLAMES: Two couples finding instant passion while on the job—will desire win out? Mike Ritchie always knew what she wanted until Wes Barrett walked onto the fireground and ignited flaming desire in her. Wes had all but given up on finding the one he could spend his life with in every way. Will passion come from desire in flames?
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DESIRE UNDER THE FALLS

Prologue

I think it will work.

But are you absolutely sure about this?

You told me you would give me anything I wanted and we’ve tried everything else. Yes, I’m positive this is what I want.

But how will we go about finding the right person to go along with this? Not everyone is as free spirited as we are when it comes to…

Leave it to me.

The man paused, knowing it could happen and easily if she set her mind to the task.

True, you’ve always had good instincts when it came to people and how to deal with them.

Samantha Reece smiled. No truer words had ever been spoken—she had always been an excellent judge of people and this time would be no different.

When?

When the right person comes along, I’ll know, she told him. Until then, I want nothing between us.

Her lover groaned, his cock at full attention. Thorne pulled Sam close, taking her mouth as roughly as he wanted to thrust his hard shaft into her gorgeously hot body.

And if I’m not sure? he asked, his breathing quicker with anticipation. I’m afraid of losing you.

You will be and you won’t—I promise. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.

I hope so, he whispered, lifting her up and carrying her to the sofa. He laid her back, slowly stripping her clothes off while feathering kisses over her skin. She wore nothing underneath her clothes, in love with the erotic feelings of seams scraping over her sensitive skin.

Mmmm… she almost purred.

You are so ready for me.

Always, Thorne, she said seconds before his tongue entered her core.

Thorne could do things with his tongue—his entire body for that matter—no other man had ever done to her. He’d send her to erotic heights and hold her there for what felt like an eternity before doing it again. She gasped, Thorne finding another new spot to send her spiraling upward before he thrust his magnificent hardness into her as hard as he could.

His mere power sent her reeling and she found once she’d had him, she never wanted any other man. But this new idea—she knew it would never take away from his magic. In her mind, it would only enhance it.

My God, Thorne! she screamed.

While he tongue fucked her, his fingers played with her clit and her anus—both sensations sending her over the edge. She clenched her fists on the edge of the cushion, her body writhing to his command. When he took her to another amazing climax, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed, her body crying out for more. Tugging her nipple rings sent shocks through her, her body bucking.

A few moments later, he pulled back gazing at her while she reacted to pure ecstasy. He ran his hands along her body before barely touching her clit, her body jolting once more.

Sam?

Thorne? she asked, her body calming while remnants of the orgasm rippled through her.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Thorne held her on a pinnacle between ecstasy and passing out. Again he brought her to climax and when she called his name, he laid his cock on her lips and she furiously took him. He cried out her name when he came, filling her mouth with his hot essence while she drenched him with hers. His life couldn’t be any more perfect than this—or could it?

* * * *

Several weeks went by before Sam found the perfect person to share her fantasy with. They’d gone to several restaurants, Sam searching for one particular type of woman. They went into one of their favorites near Niagara Falls, taking seats at the bar.

Always a people watcher, Sam looked around and grinned.

I’ve found her.

What?

The perfect person for…

Are you serious? I’d thought you’d given up on the search.

Are you kidding?

Sam…

Look over at the table by the window.

You mean the brunette looking at the photos?

Yes, Sam said, grinning. And if she doesn’t work out, I’ll offer her a job. I’m always looking for photographers and layout artists.

You never cease to amaze me.

Hold that thought. If things work out, we can go home and fuck around for the rest of the afternoon.

You say the most arousing things, he said, then kissed her neck.

She laughed, his breath tickling her.

Keep that up and it’ll take me longer to get you home.

Go, but I think she’ll say no.

Maybe, but it’s all in the delivery of the question.

Thorne watched Sam go into action. She walked toward her target and glanced at what the woman concentrated on then turned to him and nodded. When she stopped at the table and went into action, Thorne loved her more.

My God, Sam…

Chapter 1

Penelope Donatello sat in her favorite restaurant going over shots to complete a layout accompanying an upcoming article in a local travel magazine. Set to promote the area, she thought her shots would enhance the piece while showing what Niagara Falls and the surrounding areas had to offer.

A waitress served her lunch, Penelope thanking her.

Those are beautiful, Candy said. I wish I had that kind of talent.

Thank you, Penelope said. I’m using them for the Chamber of Commerce brochure.

How long have you been a photographer?

For almost five years. I used to model until I caught the industry hint about not being able to use me because I was a little too curvy.

That’s a shame but I think you’ve found your calling.

I hope so. I’ve made a good living at it but, like anyone else in my profession, I want the one shot that will take care of me for the rest of my days.

I think you’ve got it in one of those pictures. If they don’t entice visitors to the area, I don’t know what will.

You are way too kind.

No, I know what I like.

Candy left her alone when another customer signaled for a coffee refill. Penelope ate her lunch, trying to decide what photos she wanted to use. A shadow cast itself over her and she looked up at a beautiful blonde who had amazing features.

The waitress mentioned your beautiful pictures.

And? Penelope answered, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

I have to agree with her. You have beautiful angles. I especially like this one, the other woman said, her exotically long finger pointing at one of a shirtless construction worker.

That one shouldn’t be in there, Penelope said, trying to slide it under some others only the other woman wouldn’t allow her to. She felt her face redden with embarrassment at being caught with one of her fantasy shots.

Oh? Why?

I took it for myself.

It’s perfect…

Penelope Donatello.

Samantha Reece—Sam to my friends. May I?

Please, Penelope said, moving the pictures out of her guest’s way. She looked at the woman who exuded confidence and class though Penelope felt strange sensations running through her.

I’m the editor of a magazine and I’d like to see your work on the pages—both in front of and behind the camera.

You can tell from a…

I’m a good judge of talent when it comes to photography. I want you.

But you…

Have you modeled?

For a while until I got a little too curvy for the clients’ taste. When I saw matchsticks getting the high-profile accounts I had, I decided to get out and go behind the scenes.

I like curves, the woman said. They make the woman. From what I see, you’re fine.

Penelope looked out the window of the restaurant at a spectacular view of Niagara Falls, her mind racing. She tried to collect her thoughts because the sudden offer sent her reeling.

If you’re interested, come to this address. Bring both portfolios and any more like this one, Sam said, pointing to the construction worker’s picture again. She slid her card across the table, their fingertips touching.

Penelope felt a strange heat course through her. She caught something in Sam’s eyes which puzzled her. What the hell?

I’ll see you tonight at six.

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Don’t be late.

Sam left her, going back to the bar and joining a man—tall, dark and handsome.

Penelope wondered what had just happened. She’d come into the restaurant to choose shots for a layout she’d been working on and wound up having an impromptu job interview. The fact Sam had shown interest in her modeling threw her. She missed modeling—the travel, exotic locations, the clothes and other models. She loved photographers like Nigel Barker who knew a woman’s body and how to show it in the best light possible. Excitement overtook her, Penelope looking forward to getting in front of the camera’s eye again. This has got to be a dream…

One thing played on her mind. When she’d touched Sam’s hand as they both reached for the same photograph, a strange but wonderful sensation went through her. She’d never felt heat like it before with any other person—not even her ex. She couldn’t explain it, but she wanted to feel it again and with Sam—no one else. Hell, no one but Sam would understand. Penelope remembered the look in Sam’s eyes and hoped it hadn’t been her imagination playing tricks on her. She felt it, too.

She finished selecting the shots she wanted, asked for the check and, after paying the bill, she left to go to the office where she’d drop the photos off and take care of some paperwork. Leaving the restaurant, she felt good—somebody wants me for me.

Five years before, Penelope Donatello walked away from modeling. Unable to work like Gisele Bündchen and some of the other curvaceous supermodels, she had been pushed aside and forced out of the industry she loved. Picking up the camera, she made a mark in photography. She took assignments in fashion and sports—even attempting news photography—though her true talent proved to be in what she knew best. Fashion caught her early enough in her career to hold onto her heart, telling her where she really wanted to be—in any way. Staying in the Niagara Falls area, she had her choice of jobs on either side of the international border and lived very comfortably—happy and not intimidated.

After leaving her office, she went home and immediately into her den where she pulled out her modeling portfolio and checked it to make sure nothing had been omitted. Satisfied, she went to the one she kept for her photography work and added several new items to bring it up-to-date. She found some photos she’d taken at some of the Toronto Maple Leafs and Ottawa Senators games and slipped them in with her others. Need to show what I can do in all genres… Then, against her better judgment, she found some of her other beefcake photos like the one Sam liked and placed them in a smaller folder. She wanted to make sure she covered all bets.

* * * *

What do you think?

I think she’s perfect and a nice compliment to you.

I like her. I just hope she’s willing to go along with this.

She will. You know we can be very persuasive when we want to be.

Sam smiled. Thorne Marshall had given her a chance to prove herself to him when she walked into his office and demanded to take over one of his low-profit magazines. They’d made a deal—if she could get the figures up in a year, she’d have carte blanche to do whatever she wanted with it afterwards. That had been fifteen years before and they were still going strong—both professionally and personally.

You impressed me that day, Sam, and every day since.

And night?

Definitely nights.

Oblivious to those around them, he pulled her into a kiss. She pulled back, gazing at him. After paying the tab and leaving the bartender a huge tip, he steered her toward the door. They went home to prepare for Penelope Donatello’s visit but only after they took time for themselves.

Thorne Marshall loved Samantha Reece and gave her everything she wanted. Now, she wanted Penelope Donatello—professionally and personally. They had a unique relationship having tried almost everything except ménage à trois but only because they’d never found the right partner—until now.

They’d decided how they would select the third party and agreed Sam’s approach would work the best once they found a possible. The moment the waitress mentioned the photographer at the table near the window, Sam smiled and Thorne knew she’d found the one she wanted. If it didn’t work out on an intimate level, they would still have a photographer to add to the staff at R&R. Whatever happened, it would be good for everyone concerned.

At home, she went to her laptop and entered a request for information on Penelope Donatello. Even though she’d felt a unique sensation traveling between them, she wanted to know more about the beautiful brunette she’d invited into their lives. A few moments later, she had her answer.

What? Thorne asked.

"From what her bio says, she started modeling before she graduated high school. She’s graced the covers of teen magazines and successfully made the transition to ones like Glamour, Elle and Vogue. While on top she suddenly walked away and popped up behind the camera doing what she’s doing today."

Sam Googled Penelope under images and sighed.

What a waste, she lamented. If only I’d known sooner.

I like her piercings, Thorne observed.

You love any woman who’s done it, Sam said, grinning. I wonder if she still has them. She could have…

Then maybe we can convince her to… Thorne said, Sam knowing exactly what he thought.

Together they went through photos of Penelope Donatello, both agreeing on one important thing—no matter what, they needed this exotic beauty whether it be in bed, in their magazine or behind the scenes.

She’s amazing—what the hell was on their minds?

I have no clue but it could be to our advantage in more ways than we could ever imagine. From what I see here and in our brief encounter, there’s a great talent which has yet to be tapped. With some refinement and…

You think she can make us a fortune.

In many ways, Sam stated, Thorne knowing she knew exactly what she had discovered. We cannot afford to lose her. She walked toward the bed, pleased with the knowledge she’d made another sound decision.

Thorne watched his blonde British lover seduce him while she stripped out of her clothes. Putting down his glass of wine, he picked up a camera and started taking pictures. After fifteen years together, he still could not believe the beautiful piece of natural splendor that graced his life every second. She came to him, naked save her body piercings and stilettos, and grabbed his tie. Helplessly following her to the dressing room off the bedroom, his entire being fell under her spell.

He knew all her secrets—even the deep, dark one she refused to talk about. Thorne loved her and trusted their love enough to give her the gift of another person in their lives. I hope I can handle it…

* * * *

Penelope stopped what she was doing, the reality of what occurred earlier hitting her like a ton of bricks. She thought about what Samantha Reece had said and asked herself, Why now?

Five years had passed since she walked out of the office of Warren Graves, CEO of Graves Models, Incorporated. He had laid her career out in front of her in no uncertain terms.

You are way too curvy for what our clients demand. You’re a beautiful woman but you’re too…

You’re kidding me—right?

I’m afraid not. One client threatened to go to another agency if there remained any possibility you might work on his account. I can’t keep someone I can’t book.

Penelope stared at him, shocked by what he’d blatantly told her but holding back her tears, refusing to show her true feelings. He hadn’t even tried to ease into it—he just told her straight out.

If I get this right, you’re firing me.

I’m afraid so, Graves said, sitting back and putting his feet up on the corner of the desk as if they had just discussed the latest hockey scores.

You son of a bitch, Penelope raged, unable to hold back any longer. Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?

Not my problem. My priority rests with the survival of my business in a dog-eat-dog world.

Enraged, she walked out of his office, collected her things and stormed out of the building. She shoved everything into the trunk of her Audi and drove away from the one job she loved—and the only one she’d ever known. Driving around for hours, she decided to go home and break the news to Greg.

She walked into their apartment and dropped her things on the dining table. She heard him come down the hall from their bedroom and took a deep breath.

Hey, sweets, you’re home early.

I know, she said, remembering she’d told him she would be home near nine. She looked at the clock—only five p.m. Damn!

What’s wrong? he asked.

I was let go.

Why?

Because I’m too curvy and don’t look like a flat-chested string bean.

What are you saying?

The clients evidently don’t like me anymore. They want twigs modeling their clothing, not someone who fills it out.

Greg held her, trying to make her feel better. He made dinner for them then they went for a walk along the river. After they returned, they went to bed but Penelope noticed something different—something had changed between them.

What’s wrong? she asked, feathering kisses along his shoulder.

Nothing, he said, rolling to his side, his back to her.

Penelope lay back looking at the ceiling. Her day had started off great and went to bad then worse. Now Greg turned away from her. Why?

When she woke later, she found he’d gotten out of bed. She looked around the room and gasped. His clothes had disappeared from the closet, his dresser drawers open from what appeared to be a hasty exit. It hit her why he’d turned his back to her.

She tried calling his cell phone and where he worked to talk with him but couldn’t get hold of her lover—the man she thought loved her. She waited for him to return, sick from worry and what he might tell her. They met several days later when he came back to get the rest of his things. He ignored her while he packed several boxes.

Greg, talk to me—please… she pleaded.

Why, you fat cow? You had it good but you had to ruin it by gaining weight. You’ve ruined everything.

What the hell are you trying to say?

You’re a loser, Penelope.

So what you’re saying is I’m only as good as the money I bring in?

You got it, he said. No paycheck, no me.

Get the hell out and…

Don’t worry, he stated, I won’t be back.

Penelope watched him slam out of the apartment, not even having the courtesy to say good-bye. She sat on the couch and wept. One day she had it all, now she had nothing.

She looked around at the framed shots on the wall and came up with an idea. She went to her closet, pulled out a Canon AE-1 she’d had for years, checked the accompanying lenses and filters and decided to try life behind the camera. Never will I be shot again.

Over the next several months, she put together a preliminary portfolio and began making the rounds of the agencies and magazines on both sides of the United States-Canadian border. She came home with several assignments and a good feeling only her self-confidence had yet to recover from the major shock it’d recently suffered. She had no clue if she’d ever be able to wholeheartedly go into a project without first second-guessing herself. Graves then Greg had ruined it for her.

Penelope paced back and forth, wondering if she was doing the right thing by accepting Samantha’s invitation. What if I fall flat on my face? Chasing away the self-doubt, she went to her closet and tried to pick out the right thing to wear, choosing first one outfit then another. Her nerves went crazy, her stomach tightened. By the time she relaxed enough to take a shower, she’d changed her mind several times. This sucks! I can’t keep this up…

She got out of the hot steamy shower and toweled off, feeling better. Seeing she had time, she set her alarm then stretched out across her bed letting the cool breeze gently blow over her naked body. She dozed off, her sleep restless. I can’t blow this!

* * * *

Penelope woke and dressed. Once she’d made her decision, she forced herself to stick with it. Grabbing her portfolios plus the extra shots Samantha requested, she left and headed to the address on the card.

Several times, she wanted to turn around and go home—doubt overwhelming her until she came to one conclusion. You will never know unless you meet this head on.

She found the road she needed to turn onto and drove the last several blocks. Parking the car, she got out and took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

* * * *

Do you think she’ll come?

Hopefully in more ways than one, Sam said mischievously.

You minx, Thorne gently admonished her. Honestly, I’ve read where she had a lot of problems after Graves dropped her.

While Sam had been showering, Thorne did some research on his own learning that Penelope had had her share of heartache and rejection. Though he usually despised the tabloids and the gossip columns, sometimes he got some dead-on information which later proved beneficial. Knowing Penelope had been dumped by her ex-lover and then not seeing her name appear with a new man, Thorne could only imagine which path her life had taken.

What if she’s a mess?

Then we have to help her out, don’t we? You and I both know Warren Graves is in this business for one thing and one thing only—himself.

Why do you think I never dealt with him when we needed models?

Good move. I think we’ve made out better in the long run.

Still, I worry—for several reasons.

I know, sweetie, but you said you would give me what I wanted and I want this more than anything.

And if it doesn’t work out? Thorne asked, pulling Sam close.

It will, she said. I don’t intend for this to fail.

But you can’t be sure.

Today, my fingertips brushed over hers when I reached for one of the photos. I felt a shock between us and I know she felt it, too.

What do you mean?

There is already something sparking between Penelope Donatello and me. I’ve never felt it before with anyone but you.

Thorne pulled Sam into a kiss. He heard the clock chime four and grinned.

I think we have some time before our gorgeous brunette guest arrives—if she does decide to come and see what we have to offer.

She will and we do. What do you have in mind?

I see erotic photography then rough sex.

I like the way you think, Sam said, grinning.

She crossed the master suite knowing Thorne watched. While Sam seductively stripped out of her clothes, Thorne picked up another camera and started shooting. She went to her dressing room and opened the doors leading into it. In the center of the huge walk-in closet, she’d had a stripper’s pole installed instead of putting anything else there.

Sam walked to the pole and began working it, knowing how Thorne became highly aroused watching her while he took photos. Some of their best sex had come after he’d photographed her, the photos lining the walls of the dressing room proof.

Thorne, having already stripped while she went for the pole, stood naked across the room from her and shot more pictures. His cock stood at attention, his body calling to her while she slowly snaked herself around the smoothly polished pole.

Thorne, come to me, she said. You can get pictures later when Penelope shows up.

You are truly certain she’ll go along with this? he asked, taking her in his arms while she writhed on the pole.

Positive, Sam assured him. I think we’ll be good for her and she’ll be good for us.

I hope you’re right.

I know I am.

Thorne turned her to face him, pinning her arms over her head while his body held hers tight against the pole. He parted her legs with his free hand, finding her ready for him. Groaning, he lifted her up a little then lowered her onto his engorged shaft. He thrust into her, Sam panting with each powerful push.

I love it when your tits bounce like this, he said, laving first one then the other before his teeth tugged on her gold rings.

Make me cry out, Thorne, she commanded.

I’ll do more than that, woman.

After taking her to the edge and holding her there, Thorne carried her to their bed, never losing contact with her. He laid her back, grabbed her hips and pounded his cock into her pussy. The sight of her breasts moving in time with his thrusts drove him more. His release powerful, Sam cried out while another groan emanated from Thorne.

God, I wish I could get you pregnant.

So do I but we both know why it can’t happen.

But I want—

Maybe you’ll get it with Penelope.

Right now, I don’t want to think about her. It’s you and me, Sam—no one else.

Thorne held her down while he continued to pound his cock into her pussy. Sheer lust drove him, pushing him to fuck her harder than ever before. Hypnotized by her sexy body, he refused to displease her. He loved Sam more than anything though they had an agreement, their relationship open for the possibility of finding someone else.

They had a history together and shared a secret no one else would ever learn unless the time came to tell it. He prayed the time would never come though he knew he had to be realistic. Thorne Marshall knew he would lose Sam, when the only question.

Thorne?

Sam?

Do it again and don’t hold back.

What about the time?

Right now, I don’t care, she said. Please, Thorne…

Anything, love.

Chapter 2

Promptly at six, Penelope arrived at the address on Niagara River Parkway Sam had given her. Having no idea what the evening entailed, she decided to wear a black velvet suit over a very low-cut black satin camisole. Extremely pointed-toed black shoes finished the look since she’d opted against jewelry. Keep it simple…

Standing at the front door, she took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. She stood back, nervously brushing her hair over her shoulder. Moments later, the door swung open.

Ah, right on time, the man from the restaurant said, reaching to help her with her portfolios. Allow me…

Thank you, Penelope said, smiling. She went inside finding herself in an elegant foyer, gazing around it with wide-eyed fascination.

I’m Thorne Marshall.

Penelope Donatello.

Pleasure. I’ve heard you’ve done work on both sides of the lens.

Yes, I have, she answered. You’re the publisher, aren’t you?

Yes, I am.

It’s a true pleasure for me. I’ve tried getting assignments with your editors and have been turned down.

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