Dee Brice

Virtuallyl His

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Virtually His

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Two stories in trade paperback.

His Virtual Virgin

Venus and Jupiter fear that Mars is about to cause yet another interplanetary war, and decide to distract him with a battle of the sexes on Earth.

Venus selects Celine as her champion. Celine is of Venusian descent and working on Earth as a sex surrogate. Like every Venusian female, Celine can regenerate a virtual virginity until she gives her true virginity to the man she will love for the rest of her life.

Jove (aka Jupiter) chooses Keefe as his warrior. Keefe is of Jovian descent and, like every Jovian male, has a secret he will reveal only to the woman he will love for the rest of his live.

His Virtual Assassin

What do a sexy Jovian inventor, a beautiful Venusian healer and an ambitious Marsian ambassador have in common? They all want the inventor’s “veracity detector”. Connor will do anything to ensure his machine is used for its intended purpose–to detect the truth. Ambassador Pushin want Connor to modify the machine so he can use it for his own schemes. Kendra, the healer, wants to prevent another interplanetary war–even if she has to betray her healer’s oath and kill the Marsian to succeed. Adding to the confusion, meddlesome Herma-Frodie–a hermaphroditic hologram–conspires to arouse Connor and Kendra to sexual frenzy. Separated by thousands of miles, they dream of making love to each other, and thanks to Herma-Frodie, the sex is incredible. Trapped together in zero gravity, their passion overwhelms all other emotions. Now they just need to overcome a hurtful past as they try to reach a happy ending.

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Copyright © DEE BRICE, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“There’s a young woman to see you, Connor.”

“Does this person have a name?” Connor snapped. He’d repeatedly told his temporary secretary to give him a name right away, whether announcing a visitor or a vid caller. So far the woman hadn’t absorbed the message.

Hearing a feminine shriek, Connor reached for the stunner concealed in an invisible drawer in his desk. Before he could close his fingers around the weapon, his outer doors crashed open and a figure stalked toward him.

His mind determined in a nanosecond that, first, the figure carried no visible weapon and, second, the figure was that of a woman—a tall, curvy female wearing skin-hugging black leather and a filigreed gold belt around her slender hips. The belt reminded him of those holsters cowboys wore in old-Earth’s wild west.

Knowing she could still be carrying a weapon, he raised both his hands then placed them, palms down, on the top of his glass desk. Figuring he was as safe as he was gonna get, he risked lifting his gaze from her crotch to her face. And almost swallowed his tongue.

A cloud of ebony curls fell to the woman’s shoulders. Shadowed by thick black lashes, he couldn’t tell the color of her eyes, but memory made them emerald-green and also recalled her straight nose and generous mouth, the lower lip fuller, more pouty than the perfect bow of her upper lip.

His gaze drifted lower, taking in a rounded bust, narrow waist, flaring hips, and go-on-forever legs. Legs that could, would, spread for his tongue, his fingers, his cock, then wrap around his waist and seat him, deep or shallow, in her womb.

Sex, he thought, wishing he’d opted for an opaque desk top instead of glass. That way the woman wouldn’t see his unbidden and immediate sexual reaction to her presence. Shifting his hips to the back of his chair and crossing his arms over his desk to hide his obvious erection, he willed indifference into his voice.

“May I help you?”

Her cat-pink tongue licked her lips. His cock swelled—A husky contralto whispered, “Connor? C-Cousin Connor?”—then shrank.

His secretary inched her head around the left doorjamb, her face chalky white. “I… I… I…”

“If you called Security, cancel them. I know the lady.” Not that he expected his secretary would have called his security team. He’d have fired her weeks ago if she weren’t his cousin’s dama de la semana. He briefly wondered what Kendra had done to make the woman shriek but said, “Close the door.

“Cousin Kendra.” Standing, he shook her hand and felt oddly reluctant to release it. When she’d scarred him, he swore he’d never touch her again. Of course, he had deserved the scars, not that he’d admitted it then or would admit it now.


Copyright © DEE BRICE, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“How do you feel about your alleged repeated loss of virginity, Miss Celine?”

“Objection, Your Honor. A Venusian female’s ability to regenerate her hymen is a medically accepted fact.”

“Medically accepted but not legally proven,” Judge Joren mumbled, feeling his cock stir when the witness smiled sweetly up at him. She seemed to grow even more beautiful, her skin glowing with the kiss of youth. Her impossibly green eyes greened until they looked like twin emeralds. He wondered if he could take her into his chambers and prove the allegation once and for all, conflict of interest be damned! “You may answer the question, Miss Celine.”

She seemed reluctant as she refocused her gaze on the middle-aged attorney standing before her. Small, even white teeth raked over her lower lip. Every man in the courtroom sighed, some out loud, some only to themselves. Joren considered himself one of the latter, though he’d barely restrained his groan.

“As with Earth women,” she said carefully in her husky contralto voice, “it depends on the man.” Before either attorney could object, she continued. “Most times, the very first penetration is painful and…messy.”

“Which you attribute to what?”

“Inexperience and eagerness on the part of the man.”

“Youth?” the attorney asked, his expression saying she would find neither pain nor mess with him. Or, for that matter, inexperience.