-------------------------- Between dusk and dark lies another world. The playful quartet that penned the acclaimed Once Upon A Dyke are dimming the lights for journeys into worlds of breathless seduction. Haunted castles and lost ingénues, shadows hungry for life, immortal beings of power claiming their captive souls--everything is possible when the sun goes down. Curl up for seductive, skin-tingling novellas, perfect for bed time. Don't worry--the flutter at the window is only the curtain in the breeze... Barbara Johnson, Karin Kallmaker, Therese Szymanski and Julia Watts join forces again for the third in their critically-acclaimed New Exploits series, creating unique stories with lesbian erotica, humor and adventure. The result is what Curve Magazine called "a true rarity." From the Inside Flap She seemed so far away and yet she was right there. Her dark hair was ruffled and then I met her gaze. The red light was coming from her eyes. I tried to scream, but there was no sound in me. Her mouth opened over my spread legs and her white teeth seemed to drip red. "First," she finally continued, "there's the devouring." --Castle Wrath, Karin Kallmaker The woman moaned. Nadia held her tight, kissing her deeply on the mouth, then letting her tongue glide down over her collarbone and down to the hot indentation between her breasts. If she had the time, she would make love to the woman first, but she was so hungry. It had been days since she'd feasted. --Running with Stone Ponies, Barbara Johnson She kissed me hard, biting down on my lower lip til she drew blood. She licked my lips and let out a low, rumbling sound like a purring cat. I was excited, but I was also scared. If it had been Driver's Ed instead of sex, she would have been shoving me out onto the interstate when I had only just learned how to circle an empty parking lot. "Sweet," she whispered," licking her own lips, then leaning down to kiss my neck. --We Recruit, Julia Watts She played her tongue lightly over my earlobe, down my neck, and then sucked at my neck. She ran her hands under my T-shirt, feeling my skin, making me squirm. "I wonder, sometimes, if she brings me here just so I might find you. God, Rebecca, I want you so badly--" I pushed her back, sure of one thing as I seemed to straddle vast gulfs in time. "I'm Rhenné." --Elsewhen, Therese Szymanski --------------------------