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    Rayne Forrest
The Books
Sexual Deceptions, Volume 1
Two futuristic romances in one great volume -
now available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
MISCHIEF AT MIDNIGHT, by Rayne Forrest
SLAVE OF SAHARIC, by Brenda Williamson
Slave of Saharic, by Brenda Williamson

Renn Saharic needs a new Interactive Partner. At an auction selling replicas of
women, he picks out the one he wants, but is outbid. However, luck is on his
side when the new owner thinks the replica is broken, and sells Renn the love
doll. Taking her home, Renn grows attached to his new possession and plays
with her as if he were a boy in a toyshop, wishing she were real.

Cadie is a slave from the planet Ceres. She pretends to be a replica to escape
and ends up on Earth and in the hands of a new master that has no idea she’s
real. While devising a plan for her freedom, she discovers Renn isn’t as bad
as other men she’s known. His gentle passion makes it hard for to leave. But
love can’t be real if she stays to be the Slave of Saharic.
Mischief at Midnight, by Rayne Forrest
Madelyn Murphy isn’t your typical spoiled rich girl. She only has one
household drone, after all. Why? Because she’s so liberal she, does her own
cooking.

Triple D Drones’ owner, Dallas Dyson, has made a fortune in the service drone
industry. He’ll even lend a helping hand himself if someone’s in a pinch.

When Madelyn’s service drone breaks just before a dinner party, she calls
Triple D Drones for help. When the new “Dallas” prototype shows up to lend a
hand, Madelyn finds she needs help with more than serving dinner. Isn’t
service what a Triple D drone does best?
Sexual Deceptions
ISBN:
ebook: 978-1-60313-377-7
print: 978-1-60313-376-0
EXCERPT

Impersonating a drone took the prize. Dallas had to visit the little boy’s room in a
big way, something drones didn’t do. Of course, a drone wouldn’t have sucked
down a bottle of mineral water on the way to this assignment. He darted into the
powder room and made the fastest pit stop of his life. It almost wasn’t fast enough.

“Dallas, where are you?”

He barely got his zipper safely up without unmanning himself before she flung the
door open. Her brows knitted together, the most adorable quizzical expression on
her face.

“What on earth are you doing?”

Thank heavens he could think fast on his feet and had an answer for her, a lie
though it was.

“Straightening my tie, ma’am. Is it suitable?”

Madelyn smiled up at him, surprising him all over again with her open attitude
toward drones. Most people treated them poorly and never recognized that a
drone’s programming expanded with positive interaction. At least Triple D drones
did.

“Here. Let me fix this for you.” Sparks danced on her fingers as she adjusted his
tie. It was paradoxical that she wore an array of glittering diamonds and yet she
maintained her own fingernails, not an applied cosmetic surface. “There. Perfect.”

She turned her back to him giving him a look at the long, graceful line of her
spine. Her smooth skin glowed warmly from her bath, a bath that had been
scented with tropical florals, heavy with plumeria.

“Can you zip me, please?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He blinked dumbly at her. What had she
said?

“Dallas, please zip my dress.”

He jumped to comply, clenching his jaw against the rush of longing that swept
him as his knuckles brushed her soft skin. Ignoring the voice of reason, he ran
his fingertips along the top of the garment, smoothing it. She dangled a necklace
over her shoulder.

Dallas stepped closer to her, breathing in her exotic scent. He gently plucked the
diamond collar from her fingers and draped it around the graceful column of her
neck. The stones were real, but they couldn’t match Madelyn’s inner beauty.
Everything he’d ever learned about women told him she was a rare gem.

And he was a drone, in her home for one purpose only—to serve dinner.

Like hell.

He fastened the clasp of the necklace and bent to her. His eyes closed as his lips
caressed the soft skin of her shoulder, once, then again. Gentle kisses to lure her
to a moment when he could confess his transgression and beg for her
forgiveness. Madelyn inhaled sharply. To his utter amazement she tilted her head,
inviting him to continue. Being ten kinds of a fool, he did, worshipping her neck
with kisses.

She thought he was a personal pleasure drone and she clearly needed a moment
of what those drones’ programming offered. How much more trouble could he be
in if he gave it to her?

Dallas slipped his arms around her waist, splaying his hands across the gentle
swell of her belly to pull her back against him. His manhood responded, surging
strongly, swelling in quick wonderful jolts that echoed his racing pulse. His lips
teased at her earlobe on their way to shower small kisses along her jaw.

She moaned, a low, dark sound of a woman caught unsuspecting by her own
desire. Dallas bent her forward, his erection nestling between her buttocks. She
boldly pressed her rump firmly to him, wiggling her hips. Her hand snaked
between them, her questing fingers gauging his length and girth. Gooseflesh
shivered across his belly and chest. His balls drew up close to his body. His penis
throbbed with unwarranted anticipation and he reminded himself firmly that this
momentary indulgence would not continue after the dinner.

“Oh, my,” she whispered breathlessly. “You really do have a few upgrades.”
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