Creepin': Payback Is A Bitch\The Heat Of The Night\Vamped\Balancing The Scales\Avenging Angel (Paperback)

by L. A. Banks (Author), Donna Hill (Author), Monica Jackson (Author), J. M. Jeffries (Author), Janice Sims (Author)

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Welcome to a world of werewolves, vampires, demons and mere mortals, where, in the name of revenge, five women are about to live out their wildest fantasies—even if it means crossing over to that other side…

Five of today's most provocative authors invite you into a realm beyond the limits of your sensual imagination, where anything can happen—and does. In these stories of bloodlust and payback, of scorching desire and otherworldly fantasies come true, you'll encounter five women who thought they had it all, until a betrayal takes them on a feverish journey to the dark edge of vengeance. Fueled by lust and deception, these women are going to let their voracious appetites guide them as they take justice into their own hands.…

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Cherry Hill, New Jersey

"Oh, Douglass…get it, baby."

"You know I'ma wear it out—just open your legs a little wider."

"Save some for me, too, lover."

"I've got enough for both of y'all."

The long, toffee–hued, brunette beauty leaned back on her elbows with her lids half–closed as he carefully sprinkled another line of cocaine on her inner thigh and then dragged his nose the length of it to her crotch, licking up any tiny particles he'd missed. He powdered her bud as she opened her legs wider for him, and then numbed his tongue and lips suckling it off. Her deep moan brought the blonde away from his shaft, the loss of warm, wet mouth–contact made him thrust against air while he watched her dust the brunette's dark nipples with the expensive white powder. Visual ecstasy claimed him as her small pink tongue laved at the sugared teats, causing the woman beneath him to writhe and buck as his tongue plunged into her swollen pussy.

Blonde hair mingled with brunette hair as the blonde slid her body above her prone friend's. An agonized expression captured her face as she offered her tight pink nipples to her girlfriend, her finger working against her slippery slit.

"Just suck them," she murmured to the woman beneath her. "This shit has me so horny, I can't stand it."

He watched the brunette struggle to lift her shoulders so she could lap at the double–D sized silicon breasts swaying in her face. The blonde arched and moaned as her friend flicked the pad of her thumb against one nipple and drew the other into her mouth, then finally pushed both creamy breasts together so that she could suckle the sensitive tips at the same time. The brunette's hips bucked against the attention his tongue was giving her clit.

Pussy and ass were in his face, his hand furiously stroking against the cock–ache both women produced. Need finally forced him to his knees to plunge into pink, hairless blonde pussy from behind for a few strokes, and then hot, bushy, toffee–hued pussy in the next. Withdrawal and reentry was driving him crazy. The coke had thoroughly buzzed him, keeping his dick so hard that tears were in his eyes. It didn't get any better than this…the bitches were moaning, begging for him not to pull it out, snorting hits while humping each other beneath him while he fucked them both. Damn—this was living!

But he was so close to the edge, he couldn't pull out again. he'd slipped out of the brunette's tight snatch, the need to cum making his balls contract, and the blonde had dropped down low to grind her bud against her friend's. Blonde ass was the target, whatever orifice was open would do. Female tongues were in a wicked dance, fingers working in and out of each others drenched vessels in jerky near–orgasm motions. The blonde's legs were wide open, her rectum supple, ready, tight. The thrust made him holler; the explosion in his groin put lights behind his closed lids. His deep guttural wail fused with the cries from the two women beneath him. He pulled out hard, splattering the blonde's ass with seed, and then collapsed.

Who needed an uptight wife when the perks of being a sports management mogul offered all of this? He loved cheerleader wannabes!

Mainline, Philadelphia—Radnor…

Sidney Coleburn–West remained as still as stone within the darkened living room of her expansive Radnor home. An eerie half moon bathed the large bay windows of the Tudor in a wash of luminescent blue–white hue. The exterior flood–lights had been turned off per her contact's instructions. No porch light. The house sat idle, dark and vulnerable—like her. Now she'd wished she'd agreed to meet somewhere other than her home.

She could hear the large, antique grandfather clock in the open, cathedral foyer ticking its warning with a solemn echo off the polished hardwood floors. The Oriental rugs didn't mask or absorb that ominous sound. Her eyes remained fastened to the window. Her best friend Leonora was a cop, and she knew some people who knew some people in the hardball business. Leonora wouldn't have steered her wrong, and she wouldn't have gone here unless it was absolutely necessary. Douglass West was out of control. Her husband had to get out of her life. That was non–negotiable.

Sometimes justice wasn't just, and most times, the wheels of justice ground too slowly and very unpredictably. Evidence was often hard to come by. Getting it to be admissible was a whole other can of worms. Her husband had high–powered, sports legal team connections, people who'd do a lot of his work pro–bono. She would have to pay every step of the way, even though she was an attorney. Her contacts weren't as high–profile as his. Therefore, since the high road wasn't an option, she would fight for her dignity by way of the low road this time. Yeah…by any means necessary.

Sidney drew the hurt around her like a blanket and glimpsed the thick envelope on the Queen Anne oval coffee table. The image became blurry from tears she refused to allow to fall. Thirty–nine and soon to be single again. No children. Her time was running out, ticking away like the large grandfather clock down the hall. Fear of that reality had made her ignore the signs and overlook certain truths until they were so bold and so ugly that there was no way to turn a blind eye.

She'd been used to building up her husband's sports management career…her hard–earned assets siphoned into his enterprises, her name used to block his child support payments and hide his debt, she'd later learned. Then an LLC reversed her fortune again, and silent partnerships and hidden trusts ripped the foundation right out from under her.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for her lover, her husband, her best friend, to become a financial predator. Book learning didn't equal intrinsic knowledge of betrayal. That was something hard–learned by experience, and her loving family didn't even have that in their experience base to draw from…not like this, not this insidious. It was her good name and contacts that had been absorbed, picked over and then discarded, her hopes of a real family shattered along with her heart.

Sidney shuddered and blinked back the tears. How could he have been selfish enough to go away on what was supposed to be a business trip and get a vasectomy, just to keep from having a family with her? So cruel that he'd smiled at her sobs and told her he already had three children from a previous marriage and he'd decided that was enough for him—but he'd never given her real access to even those children, citing they were his. She was an outsider.

But what about her need to nurture, to feel life grow within her, or to have a tiny new life to love? How did the man sleep at night? she wondered. No soul. Now the bastard was having an affair? Plus, he had laughed in her face and told her he'd walk with half of all she'd worked hard to acquire, when he'd brought nothing, not even real sweat equity to the table…would ransack her life for her future earnings, too, as though he'd built her fast–track legal career? Oh, hell no. This was war.

A shadow moved across the window and Sidney tensed and stood. She picked up the envelope and headed toward the grand foyer, her destination the front door. But a deep, baritone male voice spoke from the darkened hallway within the house, paralyzing her. "Put it down on the table and step back from it." A thin sheen of perspiration instantly covered her body. Her heart beat in mild arrhythmia as fear nearly strangled her. How did the shadow get into the house and into the foyer that fast? Leonora said the guy was good, but damn…

Sidney dropped the envelope on the crescent–shaped table in the hallway and quickly backed away. How had he gotten into the house? The question gnawed at her as her eyes strained to see into the darkened corner to no avail. She didn't even hear a car pull up in the driveway or on the street. After tonight, she'd call the alarm company and have motion detectors installed throughout the second floor, too!

He sniffed the air, her fear was doing irrational things to his brain. No fraud detected, this lady was the real deal. He watched her fists balled at her sides and the way her soft ivory Mohair sweater clung to her curves. Camel–hued slacks hid her long, graceful legs. Even in the darkness he could see her regal bone structure beneath satiny, cinnamon skin, thick tresses washed her shoulders in auburn…her pretty brown eyes held a strange combination of fear, indignation, hurt, and the most profound rage he'd seen in a very long time. She smelled good enough to eat. Later, he told himself. Yeah. This one was good, and he'd take the job.

He stepped out of the shadows and picked up the envelope, weighing it in his hand. He didn't need to open it to tell that all his cash was there.

She tried not to gasp when she saw a hulking six foot six frame exit the hallway darkness and reach for the envelope. The size of his hand alone made her stare. His skin was the color of midnight—nearly blue–black, just like the leather jacket and pants he wore. A pair of haunting, dark eyes with a strange reflective quality to them roved over her body, making her fight not to shudder. It was impossible to tell whether or not the sensation was fear, bizarre desire, or both. It had been a very long time since she'd been this close to real testosterone, and had never truly been in the company of what Leonora called, "an enforcer."

For the briefest moment she wondered how he'd moved through her house with such silent stealth at his size. It didn't matter how, though—as long as he was on her side. If Leonora hadn't sent him, she would have hit a security system panic button in the house and tried to dash behind a locked door to call 911.

"It's all there," she finally said in a quiet tone, her v...

Product Details

• Paperback: 400 pages
• Publisher: Harlequin (June 1, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0373830602
• ISBN-13: 978-0373830602
• Product Dimensions: 7.8 x 5.1 x 1.2 inches
• Shipping Weight: 10.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars See all reviews (13 customer reviews)
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13 of 13 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Revenge Served Swift and Cold!, June 8, 2007

By	Chantay W. "BookLover4Life" (South Carolina) - See all my reviews

APOOO BookClub Rating: 4.5

Creepin' is an exceptionally fantastic anthology by a wonderful assortment of talented authors! Each of the five stories focuses on five women who were deceived and ultimately betrayed by someone they once loved with all their hearts. But what does one do when one has been betrayed by another; well revenge of course! It is best served cold and swiftly and with the strictest of vengeance!

Payback is a Bitch by L.A. Banks

Sidney Coleburn-West is a hardworking woman who is fed up with her husband battling her to try and gain every red cent of what she has worked so hard to acquire in their ongoing divorce. So, she goes to one of her friends, Leonora to ask her for help. Leonora sends Brick, an alpha werewolf to the rescue and rescue Sidney he does! Brick cannot resist the alluring pull of Sidney and soon he really shows her how a real man...werewolf? is supposed to treat a lady. But will he end up nicking her and turning her into something that she fears?

The Heat of the Night by Donna Hill

Christine has had fantasies of "being" with her best-friend Melody for the longest. But when she gets a taste of the mysterious and captivating phantom phallus she becomes obsessed. The incidents that occur with the phantom phallus are taking over her life. Once she becomes focused only one thing, achieving orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, she becomes a prisoner of her own lust. But what will she do if her supreme pleasure giver goes away?

Vamped by Monica Jackson

Joy is secure and confident in her relationship with her fiancé, Andre, but he only seems to go to work and back home and nowhere else. Joy begs him to go out to a club so she can show him off but that is when things take a turn for the worst! Joy learns why her fiancé only goes to work and back home when they encounter a vampire who has marked Andre as hers. Between Joy and this vampire which one will be the victorious woman who gets to have Andre forever?

Balancing the Scales by J.M. Jeffries

Paloma Alexander is a talented woman who has achieved much fame and success but she is not happy, especially when she finds her husband in bed with some other woman. Paloma is outraged and that leads her to seek a divorce but she gets the shock of her life when she learns what else her husband has done to her. Not leaving anything to chance, Paloma heads to New Orleans for a little help that will do the job of making her husband pay for eternity. But what will Paloma have to lose in order for her revenge to be dished out?

Avenging Angel by Janice Sims

Sarai, a Nephilim being, devoted to God called Grigori, seeks to rid the Earth of all pedophiles. She makes it her mission to protect young innocents. Her life could not be any better than getting bad people off the streets and having the most wonderful husband in the world, Daniel. She has been happy with him for years and cannot wait to give him the wonderful news that they are expecting. Sarai's once love, Nighthawk, seeks to put a dent in that plan. Nighthawk, going on information given to him, wants Sarai to be his so that he can sire a baby with her. Will Sarai be able to rid her life of Nighthawk forever?

Each story in this sensually erotic anthology is a must read! These authoresses have definitely given a new meaning to the word Creepin'! They all blend the erotic and revenge notions with ease and precision. I recommend this anthology to readers looking for a sensual read that includes werewolves, vampires, fallen angels, phantom entities and a little bit of that voodoo from N'awlins y'all.

Reviewed by Chantay W.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Electrifying Erotic and Revenge At Its Best., June 4, 2007

By	Sylvia M. Hubbard "AA Suspense/Intrigue Roman... (http://SylviaHubbard.com Detroit, MI) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

The authors alone made me interested in picking up this book and I was honored at the chance of reviewing it.

Reading it immediately brings on a hailstorm of lust. From the first attraction to the last breathless quaking of sex, Creepin is a must read twice book! (Not just once.)

I rarely pick up any book twice, but I found myself prone to re-read it, which is why the review took so long because I actually enjoyed myself - along with being turned on and just fasinated at how the strong female characters leaped off the page.

Sylvia Hubbard, Author of STONE'S REVENGE and Mistaken Identity

3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Skeedust, June 2, 2007

By	skeedust "Debe" (Warrensville) - See all my reviews

I loved this book..........each story was a surprise and it was not
hard core which gave the readers shero's to admire the first story
Brick is good the the lady of the story is Sidney the reader will love her
the second one is just as good Heat of the Night was Chris was a strange
woman...........you got to read it...........Vamp.....just read it
the next story........Paloma is a true diva.....read it
and Angel..........thank you Janice now I have more authors to look and to read.......................thank you for a GOOOOOD BOOk