Houston Havens – Sinful Surrender (Psychic Menage #1)
Paranormal Romance, Sci-Fi Romance, Fantasy Romance, Futuristic Menage (MFMM), Dystopian, Post Apocalyptic, Light BDSM, and Psychics.
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?
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. Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at http://houstonhavens.wordpress.com
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.