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EROTIC ENCOUNTERS Anthology (Prize Giveaway)–Masked Encounter R-Excerpt #1 erotic romance

Secret Identity.  Hidden Lust.  Overwhelming Temptation.

EROTIC ENCOUNTERS Anthology Vol. 1 by Samantha Gentry is available in both print and ebook  from The Wilder Roses (the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romance at The Wild Rose Press).  Also available at other online vendors.

A .PDF ebook copy of EROTIC ENCOUNTERS Anthology Vol. 1 is my prize giveaway for the End Of Summer Bash 

perf5.000x8.000.inddThe anthology includes 3 of my Encounter books–Unexpected Encounter, Masked Encounter, and Steamy Encounter.

MASKED ENCOUNTER BLURB:   When fantasy becomes too hot to handle, what’s a girl to do?  Trish Andrews wants one fantastic night of hot sex with her boss, Jonathon Rutledge, without risking her pride, her identity, and ultimately, his rejection. When an invitation to a masquerade lands on Jonathon’s desk, crashing the party in a killer red dress seems like the perfect opportunity to turn fantasy into reality.


As much as she tried, she didn’t seem to have any control over her own body. Moisture seeped from between the delicate folds of her femininity. Her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse raced. Nipples puckered into taut peaks. Breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath she sucked into her lungs. 

She watched, fascinated by the way he slowly peeled off his shirt, almost as if he had chosen to perform a slow strip tease for the enjoyment of an audience of one. The candle light shimmered off the hard planes of his well defined chest. His sexy smile spoke to her, telling of all the delights the night would bring. Making eye contact with him, she held it just long enough to see the heated desire smoldering in the depths of his green eyes. 

Her body trembled in anticipation of what she knew would be the hottest sex she had ever experienced. The tip of her tongue ran across her upper lip as her gaze dropped to his crotch and the noticeable bulge that promised passion beyond her wildest expectations. She scrutinized his every move as he lowered his zipper— 

“Hey, Trish.” 

Julie’s voice abruptly intruded into the fantasy, jerking Trish Andrews back into the here and now. She tried to clear the sexy image from her mind, an easier task than stopping the sensual excitement that flooded her body and dampened her panties. 

“I don’t know where your mind was, but you’d better get it back on work. Mr. Rutledge just pulled into the parking lot.” 

“What?” Her eyes widened in shock as Julie’s words caught her totally off guard. “Oh, no! I didn’t think he’d be in this morning.” She did a quick perusal of her office, her attention drawn to the unopened mail and the fact that she hadn’t even turned on her computer yet. “He just got back from London late last night. I didn’t expect to see him until after lunch.” She shook her head in disbelief. “The man is too much of a workaholic. He couldn’t even take the morning off.” 

Pushing back from her desk, she extended a grateful smile toward her friend. “Thanks for the warning, Julie.” 

Trish had been Jonathon Rutledge’s administrative assistant for the last three years and the executive vice president’s secretary prior to that. When her predecessor retired, she had applied for the opening in Jonathon’s office. She had worked for Rutledge Industries a total of nine years, starting right after she graduated from college. She enjoyed her job and admired the man who headed the corporation. But business acumen wasn’t the only thing she admired about the dynamic, handsome and very sexy Jonathon Rutledge.

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