Genre: Erotic Romance
Sub-Genres: Ménage, Paranormal, Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Themes: Futuristic, Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Date of Publication: March 17, 2014
Number of pages: Approx 430 pages
Word Count: Approx 107K
Cover Artist: Lyn Taylor
Book Trailers: http://youtu.be/4-jc-tcEAaQ
Top psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy.
In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people.
Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut.
Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers?
Logan gave a thumbs-up then said to Fay, “When I want to get things done fast, I’ll have to remember to get you jealous.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Somehow you managed to get results none of us could. We’ve been stuck here for what seems like forever. Every day we asked to leave and got rejected for one reason or another. Then your sweet violet eyes turn green with envy because of the attention I gave that young woman, and the next thing I know, we’re out of here.”
“I wasn’t jealous. And she wasn’t a woman. She was a girl.”
“She was a woman and very familiar with the ways of men.”
“She was a tart and tease.”
“Darlin’, I hate to inform you, but the little lady was no tease. She was as hungry as a mountain lion, and I was going to be her main course until you stepped in.”
“Really? Well, I’m sorry I interrupted.”
“No you aren’t.” Logan smirked. “You were jealous.”
“I was not!”
“Come on, admit it. You’re not as indifferent to me as you claim, are you?”
“What?” Fay groaned with her attempt to turn around to see his face, but found it impossible harnessed the way she was.
Chandra finished getting Arlo strapped in and shouted, “Are you two finished scraping?” She motioned for Logan to push the red button. “Let’s go!”
As he reached for his button, Chandra’s sail filled with wind, and off she flew across the dirt with them in her wake.
“I’ll have you know,” Fay hollered so he could hear her above the wind rushing past their ears, “I don’t care if the girl was flirting with you or not.”
“Really? Then why did you force your way between us and shoo her out? I think you like me. Might even adore me.”
“Abhor you, did you say? Yes, you might be right.”
“I said adore. And you do. You just don’t know it yet.”
“Adore?” Fay gave a dramatic gasp and stretching her arms up toward the heavens and then addressed God. “Please, if what he says is true…get me to a psychiatrist. I’ve gone mad.”
He laughed. “Mad with desire for me. That’s why you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous! The damn girl had my breakfast on your tray. An-and while I really don’t care that she wanted to play peekaboo with you, she was holding my food hostage while you played boobie-gazer for an hour.”
He laughed again. “Your exaggeration of my two-second look tells me you were jealous. And I think it’s because you adore me.”
Fay lifted her head and let it fall back with force, smacking him in the center of his chest. He exhaled hard at her hit. He gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Are you crazy?”
“I don’t know, but I do know I’m not jealous,” she lied.
“I could have lost control of this damn thing.” He tapped her hard on the top of her head to make his point heard.
“Ouch,” Fay mumbled. “Like you almost lost control with that girl?”
“Lost control? Hardly.” Logan snorted. “I can’t even tell you what she looked like.”
“I’m sure you’d recognize her breasts. You got a good look at those.”
“Not really. I was too busy watching you with my peripheral vision to notice what was in front of me. I wouldn’t know the girl or her breasts if I passed her or them on the street. There was only one thing I was eyeing, and that was you.”
“Oh, God. You’re so full of it.”
“I think you find me irresistible, sexy, and adorable.” He emphasized the last three words with a firm tap on the top of her head.
She swatted at the air in hopes of hitting his hand to make him stop rapping at her brain. “It’s more than obvious, you need a psychiatrist even more than me.”
“Well, if you’re not jealous, why did you react the way you did?”
“Because…because I care about Drakker and Arlo. I wouldn’t want them to end up with a wife who’s a tart.”
“Oh. So a tart’s fine for me, but not for them?”
“I-I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did.” He sounded hurt. “And for your information, if we crash at this speed, we’ll both be dead. So don’t hit me with your head like that again.”
She’d squelched his talk about jealousy, but something about the victory wasn’t satisfying. She couldn’t deny he’d secretly become her hero the night he carried her to safety. Whenever she woke during that long ordeal, never once did she hear him complain. Never once did he ask someone else to hold her. Never once did he give up on her for his own safety.
Over nine thousand years after Nostradamus’ predictions in the sixteenth century, the twenty-second century’s Trasdamian prophecies of the world’s end from the devastating earth changes caused by the passing of the planet Nibiru came true. There were survivors, but not all of them were humans, and not all of them were happy.
He laughed at her expression. “You act like you’ve never seen a stream before.”
Ah, so this is a stream. Nope, she hadn’t seen one of these. Her throat tightened. “What is the liquid in it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Does it burn or melt the flesh?”
His raised brows were an obvious reaction of surprise. “Neither. It’s water…for you to bathe in.”
Water! Didn’t he know how precious it was? People didn’t bathe in water. That would be a waste of a scarce commodity. Water was for drinking only. In her world, each citizen had a monthly allotment of four hundred and eighty ounces of water. That equaled out to about two cups of water a day, no more. That was it. The rest of their fluid intake came from artificial means.
If this was real water running past her, she now knew why the Underworld government was considering moving to the surface and why they were so willing to go to the extremes to get it. “You want me to bathe in the water? Fresh water you could be drinking?”
He laughed. “You’ve got something better to wash up in?”
He cocked his head. “Then I guess you’ll have to make do with the water. You can strip here. I’ll keep watch while you bathe.”
“Keep watch for what?”
“Well, just to name a few, I’ll be watching for western diamondback rattlesnakes, giant poisonous toads, black bears, and mountain lions. Take your pick.”
The only words she understood out of all he said were giant, back, poisonous, black, and mountain. All the rest were gibberish to her. Guess she’d wait and find out what the other words meant as she went along. Until then, she would just point out anything that moved. “Are any of those things in the water?”
“Only the toads. The water is clear, so you can see them if they’re around. Just don’t step on them or touch one.”
“Oh dear God. What do they look like?” She cringed when he described the creature.
The man had to think she was senseless. Why on earth would he even think she would bathe in that water? Even more crazy was his thinking she would remove her clothes to do it.
“It’s fine. I already checked. There are no toads in there.” He stopped talking and crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you going to get cracking, or do I have to put you in there myself?”
I’m not getting into that. It’ll swoop me away for sure. After sliding a glance down his rock-solid chest and arms, she shook her head in a defiant no. Maybe I can distract him. “Do you have lots of streams like this?” The spy in her had to ask.
He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. They were faultless except for one tooth on the bottom turned slightly sideways. It gave his beautiful looks the ruggedness he needed as a man.
About the Author:
Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.
Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs.
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