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Sexy To Go, Volume 6

       Eleven new, sexy stories      

      Including

             Dreamwalker: Dream Date

            by Pamela Moran

       *****

Dreamwalker Lee Jacobs needs answers to who shot him, to who wanted him dead. Can a dream date with sexy Dr. Brynn Keegan, a researcher at the Lucid Dream Center, help him find the answers? Or will that date only lead to murder?      
*****

 

The closeup photo of the woman, caught looking over her left shoulder towards the undercover photographer, lay on top of the stack of other photos on the desktop where Lee Jacobs had tossed them.

Lee leaned back in his chair, rubbed both hands over his face then linked his fingers behind his neck. His gaze locked on the photo.

He knew this woman.

A sense of anxiety, and maybe a hint of annoyance, filled her light blue eyes. Blonde hair, pulled back into a loose tail with a clip at her neck, framed an oval face. She could be anywhere from thirty to forty. Smooth, pale skin. Beautiful in an extremely classic manner.

Cool. Regal. Distant.

Dr. Brynn Keegan.

Researcher at LDRC, the Lucid Dreaming Research Center.

From the base of his head, he pushed his fingers upwards through his close cropped hair, careful of the still tender wound along the top right side of his skull.

Why the hell couldn’t he place Dr. Keegan in his memory?

The woman worked with Tessa Logan, his buddy and fellow Dreamwalker, Cole Pierce’s friend. Tessa was actually the reason this dossier even existed. Weird happenings at the facility. Tessa involved Cole, who involved him.

Lee rotated his shoulders.

Not like he had much else to do, considering his other choice consisted of staying home and staring out the window. No active duty. No idea for how long.

Damn doctors. Damn boss who listened to the damn doctors.

 Lee pushed the photos further away.

And damn gorgeous doctor he knew he should know but met a solid ass brick wall inside his head.

He glanced at the photo, narrowed in on her eyes. 

Icy.

*****

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Eleven sexy, new stories in Sexy to Go, Volume Five

Volume Five includes

Dreamwalker: This Time

by Pamela Moran


Something is stalking Tessa's dreams. Is Cole, her Dreamwalker ex-lover, willing to risk his heart to save her, or has that bridge been completely burnt to ashes?

*****

Fog swirled in the gloominess, its tendrils stretching and wrapping around Tessa’s legs. She stood on a hill overlooking a wide valley littered with dim lights in the distance.

This was a dream.

Only a dream.

She rotated her shoulders and tried to ignore the throb in her left arm. In daylight hours, the gash had appeared as an old scar. But she’d never been hurt there. Except in last night’s nightmare.

Now, the wound ached as if new.

Only a dream.

This didn’t mean a damn thing.

She settled on the ground, arms around her bent knees. High ground. Above everything. Away from everything. The better to see anyone or anything approaching.

At least that was her working theory.

Her regular day had been intense. That sense of being followed had strengthened to the point she’d wondered if she’d picked up yet another stalker. In spite of what she’d told Cole in his dream the night before, she didn’t feel as if she’d overreacted.

Someone or something followed her.

And she had no idea why.       

Sleep terrified her.

She’d kept the lights in her bedroom on and had stayed awake as long as she could, but obviously had succumbed.

Just a dream.

A low growl from somewhere behind her sent shivers up her spine and coursing through her blood.

Wake up.

Not working. Okay, then. She was a damn researcher. Find the logic.

This was a damn dream and whatever owned that growl couldn’t hurt her.

Her arm throbbed.

Right.

Logic didn’t work in dreams.

The fog thickened. Coiled around her body. Coldness seeped through the thin fabric of her T-shirt and even the heavier denim of her jeans.

She swallowed once. Wake up.

Fur, rough and bristly, brushed her right arm then slid behind her to rub against her left arm.

Crap.

Her movements slow, she angled her head to glance at the ground to her side.

Yellow eyes blazed from the darkness, held her gaze. A warm wetness scraped her arm, like damp sandpaper. Or a big cat’s tongue.

Cole! The scream stuck in her throat.

She squeezed her eyes closed.

“Shh. You’re okay, sweetheart.” Cole’s words whispered against her ear. His arms tightened around her. “I have you.”

Brightness pressed against her eyelids and she opened her eyes a slit. Light shone from a lamp in the corner. No shadows. No fog. No big cat, or whatever the hell it was, wanting to devour her.

Shakes racked her body.

“Hey.” Cole rubbed his big hands up and down her arms. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Safe. She nodded. Kept nodding. Lord, she had to move. Adrenaline spiked. She pushed out of Cole’s arms. Shoved her hands through her hair.

Swung around to face him.

God, he was still so damn handsome. So appealing. So hard to resist. Those shadowed eyes. So full of concern and caution.

Could she blame him?

For the concern or the caution?

She spun away.

Safe.

Yes, she was safe here. Had always found safety with Cole.

Her rock.

Back when. Before her own demons had gotten in her way. In their way.

 *****

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Volume Six, available on June 30th, is up right now for PRE-ORDER!

*****

 

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Sexy to Go has ten great stories this month!

 

Volume Four includes Dreamwalker: Touched

by Pamela Moran

Sent to protect a local lawman from a Cartel Dreamwalker, FBI agent Shaye Taggart is shocked to find the tables turned as sexy Sheriff Hawkins walks right into her dreams.

*****

Everett Hawkins stood in the open door of the local diner. He ignored the siren scent of fresh baked bread and instead took his time scanning the interior. 

Three in the afternoon and the place was still packed. This is what notoriety will get you. Small, Southern town. Murder. Mexican cartel. People were curious. Curious enough to make the trip. Meant lots of press.

And people of the press.

He was sick of them all.

A tall, willowy redheaded woman bumped into him. “Excuse me.”

He glanced down at her. Took a second look. Blue eyes, as blue as his favorite lake on a bright spring afternoon, stared up at him. Big, blue eyes with a bare hint of challenge.

Great. Another reporter.

He frowned at her.

Her chin lifted but one side of her mouth tilted upwards and a slight sparkle lit those eyes. “You’re blocking the door, Sheriff.”

The other part of notoriety. His face all over the damn place. Even without a uniform, every damn stranger to town knew he was the law. 

With an inclination of his head, he stepped to one side to let the redhead pass. He also went back to studying the interior of the diner, dismissing her presence.

He had no time for reporters. No patience.

“Sheriff.” Her voice low and husky, she leaned towards him as she stepped towards the door. Her scent, fresh and at the same time exotic, filled him. “I need to talk to you.”

“I bet you do.” He took a step away without bothering to look at her. 

She touched his forearm. Electric heat coiled where her fingertips met his bare skin. “It’s about your dreams.”

“Excuse me?” Mimicking her earlier words, he glanced at the hand resting on his arm then into those lake blue eyes. 

“Your dreams.” That chin lifted more, but the sparkle in her eyes disappeared, replaced by something with a bit more heat. “Or should I say nightmares? The ones putting those dark circles under your eyes, leaving you vaguely unsettled and worried once you wake up. Too early, I might add.”

“Really?” He studied her a bit closer. The thin, light brown leather jacket she wore stopped below her waist. Although she didn’t carry a purse or a reporter’s notebook, that didn’t mean a damn thing. Especially with modern cell phones and their ability to record just about anything. And that slight bulge under her jacket could be a cell phone. Or something else. “Not much of a leap, considering what’s been happening around here.”

She pulled her hand away and a sudden coolness enveloped his arm.

Strange, but he’d examine that later. From her back pocket she pulled a business card. How, he had no idea, since he’d swear those jeans had been painted on those long legs. 

He took the card. Standard government issue. 

Shaye Taggart. FBI, Special Agent. 

*****

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Sexy to Go is back with twelve new stories this month!

 

Volume Three includes Dreamwalker: Power of Attraction

by Pamela Moran 

 

Law of attraction takes on a completely different meaning when Audra gets pulled into the dream of the sexy man she’s just met.
Can she and Trigg hold on long enough to figure out what’s real?

*****

 

Audra Keller rubbed the tension spot between her brows. She loved her mom, but after flying cross county and then driving over two hours to get here, to take care of her injured mother, having to stand in for her at this installation dinner was fast giving Audra a headache. And she hadn’t even made it through the doorway, much less found her seat or feasted on the watery salad or rubber chicken they served at these type of functions.

Not like she wasn’t at loose ends right now, though. After her Dreamwalker partner with the PSI undercover agency had been shot last month, he’d been ordered to stand down for a minimum of two months. Maybe more. As his anchor in real time, that left her schedule wide open.

Which didn’t change the fact Mom owed her big time.

Unless this was all some sort of secret plan her mother had concocted. Break a leg. Get Audra home. Marry her off to the absolute perfect choice in son-in-laws.

No, that took conspiracy theories too far, even for Audra’s mother.

But damn, what she wouldn’t give to have her gun with her. Her real gun. Not that baby derringer in the tiny little bag Mom had insisted she carry. But she couldn’t hide her real gun anywhere in this dress.

The things she did for her mother.

A man, several people in front of her, shifted to lean forward and press both hands on the check in table and into the personal space of the woman checking people off the list. “I don’t have all evening. Why are you taking so damn long? Step it up already or find someone who can actually do the job.”

Joy. Mr.Sourpuss Jones. Science teacher. Bane of Audra’s high school years. Mr. There’s No Such Thing as psychic ability. How many times had he ridiculed her? Left her feeling inadequate, like a freak on display.

Mr. Jones.” Audra straightened then lifted her chin when he swung that narrowed, myopic gaze towards her.

Recognition and something else flickered in his eyes.

She resisted the urge to shrink into herself. High school had been more than a few years ago and he was being an asshole. “Mr. Jones —”

Clyde, are you offering to help check people in?” A tall, broad shouldered man, an Adonis really, in a dark suit stepped from out of nowhere and clasped a hand on Mr. Jones’ shoulder. “That’s awfully kind of you but I’m sure it’s under control. Why don’t you find your seat?”

Mr. Sourpuss met Audra’s gaze as he swung around. His eyes darted between her and the taller man and his lips thinned into a straight line before he stalked away.

Disaster averted.” Mr. Even More Gorgeous Up Close smiled at the woman behind the table.

The woman, tears shimmering on her lashes, beamed at him. “You always know how to handle these tricky situations, Trigg.”

Trigg.

Interesting name.

While Trigg was busy with the woman, Audra let her gaze roam over his physique. Maybe this function wouldn’t be quite so boring or painful after all. Those broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and while the suit jacket hid his ass, those suit pants showed off a fine, muscular pair of thighs. Tanned skin, light brown hair kissed gold by the sun, eye candy at its finest.

Not hard to look at, at all.

He turned and caught her gaze with his warm blue eyes. Her heart skipped at the same moment her breath caught.

Well, shit.

That’s a bit too interesting. Too intense.

His eyes crinkled in the corners. “You’re Gayle Keller’s daughter.”

Statement. Not question. “And you know that, how?”

The smile that started with his eyes twitched at his firm lips. “Pictures on her mantle. On her desk at the flower shop. On her phone. And —”

Got it. You know my mother.”

The full blown smile was killer. Totally deadly, aimed straight at her. “And I’ve wanted to meet you for awhile now. I’m glad you were able to make it tonight.”

She ignored the hand he held out, pretended not to see it because she sure as hell wasn’t touching him. This kind of internal reaction, just from looking into his eyes, meant she needed to stay far away from him. With a short dip of her chin, her dark hair, somewhat longer in the front, fell forward as she cut her gaze to the woman behind the table, the woman way too interested in this exchange. “Keller —”

Oh yes, Audra. I already have you checked in. Trigg, she’s at your table, could you show her the way?” 

Damnation and then some. Conspiracy theory on definite overload.

*****

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Sexy to Go is back with eleven new stories!

Volume Two includes:

DREAMWALKER: NightScape

by Pamela Moran

Reggie and Cliff have a common goal: Keep her patient and his friend from being killed. If they can keep their hands off of each other, they might stand a chance of them all coming out of this alive.

 

Dark. Forbidding.

Shadows everywhere.

Cliff Braxton rolled his shoulders.

For a dream world, this place seemed dreary. Depressive.

Understandable, considering someone had attempted to kill the dreamer less than twelve hours ago.

Cliff’s mouth tightened as he again surveyed the shadows.

Lee Jacobs. Buddy, agent, fellow Dreamwalker.

Dammit. Friend or not, Cliff shouldn’t have been able to enter Lee’s dreams so easily, without an invitation, without any real pushback. Didn’t bode well for Lee’s current state of health. Or his survival.

Lee had come out of surgery. They’d found the bullet. No actual word on his prognosis. Wait and see.

With a hard shrug, Cliff shoved his senses outward, pushing at the boundaries of Lee’s dreamscape. Wait and see wasn’t a normal part of Cliff’s vocabulary. Not when a friend lay unconscious. When that buddy might die, unable to tell them who had done this and why.

No, Cliff wasn’t waiting. Those answers might well lay in Lee’s subconscious. Might be accessible through the dream portal.

A big maybe.

But it beat the hell out of wait and see.

And maybe he could find a way to bolster Lee’s defenses. Bolster from the inside, add a layer of inner protection.

Worth a shot.

Cliff took a cautious step forward into that dark, shadowy land. No structure to speak of, nothing to anchor this into any semblance of reality. No buildings. No trees. Nothing but various shades of darkness stretched out and leaching any semblance of color from the landscape.

Nothing but shadows.

But –

There. A few feet to the left, under a particularly dark and misty area. He stilled. Tested the area with his senses.

Something breathed.

Crap.

He wasn’t alone in Lee’s dream.

*****     

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Sample romance in all its flavors in Sexy to Go.

From paranormal to contemporary, you'll find your fix here. Look for a brand new collection every month!

 

DREAMWALKER: Key to Paradise by Pamela Moran

Pulled together through a world of dreams, Lena and Davis might have found the Key to Paradise. Can he convince her to take a chance, to believe in impossible possibilities, to hold on to their dream?

Excerpt:

Lena Andrews sat on a light blue beach towel, on warm island sand as a balmy breeze ruffled the loose strands of her short hair away from her face. An exotic, floral hint of fragrance lingered on the air and a brilliant sunset hovered over the horizon with bold reds giving way to golden oranges and falling into the deep blues of the water.

She wrapped her arms around her drawn up legs and rested her chin on her bare knees.

Naked in paradise.

Not too hard to figure this dream out, considering the two feet of snow outside her mountain cabin window, with more falling and not scheduled to stop until morning. The thought of trudging through all of that to get to the ski lodge and work tomorrow morning had had her burrowing down with the electric blanket on high and the covers over her head.

Yeah, sitting on a deserted island beach sounded blissful.

And warm.

She’d face the snow and the cold once the alarm blared and yanked her from this dream.

Arching her back, she rotated her shoulders then lifted her face to the gentle breeze to let it caress her skin. Blissful. The naked part, though. Hmmm. Puzzling.

“Well, hello.” A deep, gravelly, male voice came from the right, just behind her. Tingles of awareness careened across her skin.

What the – Lena’s shoulders came forward, that first instinctual urge to fold into herself. To minimize her vulnerability.

No. This is my dream, dammit.

She straightened her back and squared her shoulders before angling her head to look over her right shoulder.

Her breath caught. Held. 

Well, hello was right.

*****


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