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A blood-pumping vampire urban fantasy, a steam punk futuristic science fiction, a sensual time-travel and a gritty contemporary--these four steamy tales of erotic romance, each uniquely different from the other and all set in New York's famed Grand Central Terminal, are guaranteed to ignite your fantasies.
"And Then There Were"
by Vivien Dean
What demon hunter Ryan Nixon thinks is a routine hunt in Grand Central Station turns into an orchestrated nightmare when the vampires turn the tables. Corralled with some of the best hunters in the world, Ryan comes face to face with the woman who saved his life a decade earlier. Tala Mamola is beautiful, deadly, and the object of his hero worship. Together, they must figure out a way to break the spell trapping them in the station, or together, they will die
"Scorpion's Orchid"
by Eva Gale
Dr. Martin Detweiller has been searching for a way to save the mutant Scorpicos youth for years, and he may have found a cure. A hormone precursor from the rarest orchid in the world. But Katerina Metrenko, the orchid smuggler won't sell them to him no matter how much he offers.
Katerina is a mother to a gaggle of orphans, and if she doesn't keep paying City Officials they'll take her children to the Salt Mines.
When Doc corners Katerina during a shipment, he comes up with a solution that might help them both. Get married. At least he thought that would be a solution.
"Railroad Standard Time"
by Philippa Grey-Gerou
Grand Central Terminal is known as the crossroads of the world. Dani Whitehall
didn't realize how true that was until the day she ran into the enigmatic Trev
Sutcliffe on the main concourse. Dani finds herself drawn to this dashing stranger,
little knowing that the secrets he keeps will show her New York in a way she could
never have imagined...
“Beneath the Surface”
by Cat Johnson
A secret lies deep below the streets of New York and it is Rick Jones’ task to discover it. But who he encounters inside Grand Central Terminal is far more intriguing than what he was hired to find, that being Beth, the smart, sexy and slightly socially-awkward conservation expert more concerned with preserving history than creating her own. Rick is a determined man, but can he both solve the mystery as well as free the sexual creature he is sure Beth is hiding just beneath the surface? Customer Ratings:
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Excerpt:
From "And Then There Were..." by Vivien Dean
Ryan Nixon had survived hunting vampires for the past decade for one very good reason. Looking at him, nobody would ever assume that the bookish façade, the clear eyes, and the unabashed grin that always made him seem like he was barely out of college—instead of in his mid-thirties—hid the heart of a killer. It was why vampires made the mistake of thinking he was easy prey before finding themselves crumbling to dust by the stake they never saw coming. It was why he was able to stroll through the nearly deserted Grand Central Station without even a casual glance from a passerby. It worked for him. Ryan wasn't one to argue with advantages when it meant life or his death.
At nearly midnight on a Wednesday evening, only a few people dotted the main concourse. A security guard who looked older than the terminal stood near the ticketing booths, and for a moment Ryan frowned. The old ones were almost worse than the new. While young guards were usually quick on the trigger, older guards had a tendency to have antiquated notions about honor and doing the right thing. It was nice, really, but Ryan had seen too many good people lose their lives "doing the right thing." Sometimes, survival meant you made decisions that made you unpopular or brought the demons out in your sleep. Ryan didn't worry about either anymore. He'd lived with demons nearly every day since Jeannie had been killed. Nothing his dreams conjured could scare him any longer.
And being unpopular simply meant he didn't have people he cared about living in constant danger. That was equally acceptable.
He glanced at the clock in the center of the terminal. Five minutes. Ryan had little doubt that the vampires would arrive precisely at midnight. There was supposed to be a meeting between the clans to discuss territorial boundaries, and the clan heads were notorious for their meticulous attention to detail. Whatever new war between them that might have sparked such a discussion didn't matter to Ryan. All he cared about was that five of the most deadly vampires in the United States were convening in a single place for one night. Such an opportunity could not be overlooked by any respectable demon hunter.
With long, languorous strides, Ryan wandered around the terminal, his eyes constantly on the lookout for the vampires' arrival. He meant to look as if he was just killing time as he waited for a train to pull in, but the way the old guard kept glancing at him made Ryan's neck itch. He shot him a friendly smile, hoping to put the guard at ease, but all it did was make the man's bushy brows draw together into a tight line and his hand go to his belt.
Damn it. The last thing Ryan needed was to be distracted so close to the designated hour. Angling his body away from the guard, he pretended to look at a watch he wasn't wearing before walking toward the bathroom, whistling under his breath to enforce the picture of nonchalance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the guard track his movement, but within a few feet of the bathroom door, the man dropped his hand from where it had been poised over his weapon.
He went inside anyway. He'd wash his hands and be back out before the clock struck midnight. It might be worth it to do a quick weapons check as well.
The sterile room was deserted, the walls echoing his footsteps back to his ears as he crossed to a sink. Turning on the water as hot as he could stand, Ryan ran his hands beneath it, warming his chilled skin as he tried not to notice his reflection in the mirror. There were slight shadows beneath his eyes, and his light brown hair could be labeled grunge chic by any reputable fashion magazine. For a brief moment, he considered running his damp fingers through it to try and make it a little more presentable, but quickly dismissed the vain notion. He wasn't here to look good. He was here to stake vampires who should have been killed long before now. His hair was only going to end up looking worse by the time the night was through.
A swift pat-down of his clothing confirmed that everything was in place. Stakes were strapped to each calf and more tucked into his jacket. A bevy of sharpened pencils were hidden in an inside pocket, and the breath spray he always carried held holy water instead of minty freshness.
He was armed. More importantly, he was ready.
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