» "Chasing luck is a phenomenal story. Melissa Schroeder captures a readers attention effortlessly." 4 Stars! Sensual Reads , Zoë Knighton

» "Melissa Schroeder rounds out this anthology nicely. Lucky is a refreshing sister to the Fates. She displays a rich appreciation for life. Readers will be easily drawn into the banter and awareness simmering between Chase and Lucky. As the story comes full circle, there is plenty of passion, a touch of humor, and just the right blend of justice and love to end this anthology perfectly." Amanda S, Fallen Angel Reviews

» "This is a delicious story about the important things in life.  Luck and Chase are just so right for each other even though at first they fight their attraction.  Thanks to Hera, Chase decides to go after her.  This is also a very sensual story, with emotions running hot!  This reviewer has been a fan of Melissa Schroeder for some time and has always enjoyed her stories.  This story has definitely been no exception." Val, Love Romances and More

He picked her up and stepped into his office, slamming the door with the bottom of his foot. Ignoring the way the wall shook when the door closed, Chase made it to his desk in two steps and set her on the edge of it. He broke off from the kiss, happy to hear her moan of dissatisfaction when he did. Reaching around her, he pushed everything off his desk. The crash didn't faze him. Not when he had Lu to capture his attention. She grabbed the front of his shirt and attacked his mouth again.

Holy Zeus, the woman had a mouth on her. Full, luscious and it fit against his perfectly. Her tongue slipped again, dancing with his as he moved his hands to her breasts. Chase sighed as his cupped one breast, thumbing her nipple, which pebbled almost immediately. Her firm, high breasts were the perfect fit for his hands—in his mouth. The thought of just how they would taste sent another wave of lust mingled with something he didn't want to define blazing through him. He'd not gotten to see them earlier and wanted to end that loss immediately.

Slipping his fingers beneath the shirt, he grabbed hold of the bottom edge. He moved away long enough to jerk the fabric up and over her head with little to no finesse. Throwing it behind him, he forgot completely about it when he saw her breasts. Just as he expected, they were perfect. Full, firm, bottom heavy. The tight nipples were the color of raspberries.

He had to have a taste.

Bending his head, he circled the tip of the nipple with his tongue, then with a groan took it fully into his mouth. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter. It was cherry pie with whip cream and ice cream, a full orgy of sweet heaven. He moved from one breast to the other, licking, sucking, tasting it while he slipped his fingers over her other nipple. With a pinch, he had her moaning his name and moving more restlessly against him. Before he was satisfied—like that was ever going to happen—she was pushing him away.

He grunted his displeasure and looked at her. Her eyes were half-closed, her curly hair more mussed than usual, and her skin flushed with desire.

"Don't even thinking of playing games here, Lu. I don't think it's possible to stop, I'll go out of my mind."

Offering him a sultry smile, she leaned forward and grabbed the edges of his shirt. Then in one jerk, she pulled the edges apart, buttons flying in all directions. She laughed, the sound so carefree, so joyous it snuck into his heart. Another dimension, completely unexpected and surprising, slipped beneath the lust and simmered. Before he could figure out how to hand it, her hands were on his chest, moving over his nipples, and he forgot everything else except how wonderful it felt to have her hands on him.

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