Houston Havens – Sinful Surrender (Psychic Menage #1)
A multi-genre story: Paranormal Romance, Sci-Fi Romance, Fantasy Romance, Futuristic Menage (MFMM), Dystopian, Post Apocalyptic, Light BDSM, and Psychics.
Tag Line: Why be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by three?
Top psychic spy Fay Avalon is on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth. She escapes only to land in the arms of the enemy. Once Logan and his brothers discover who she is, will they make her their wife or execute her as a spy?
Logan’s silence made her fidget. He ended her suffering when he said, “I’d suggest to the brother outside of her affections to work harder at pleasing the woman he cares about, if he wants to win her heart.” He glanced at Arlo. “I’d suggest his brothers help him out. Perhaps, the brother on the outs and the woman got off on the wrong foot. Maybe neither of them knows how to step around that first awkward meeting to actually see each other for who they really are.”
“Just what I was thinking, bro.” Arlo smiled at Fay. “Tsi ge yu i—I mean, love, I’d like to introduce you to my brother Logan.”
“This is silly—” She felt her stomach flutter as Logan interrupted her with a kiss. She drew her hands up to push him away but stopped in midair when his lips, so warm and soft, pressed against hers again with such tenderness. His mouth moved in a slow, seductive kiss that said he truly wanted her.
He broke away. “It is a pleasure to meet you, my lovely Fay Avalon. May I have this dance with you?” His tone was deep and sexy.
Her fingers caressed her mouth where his lips had been as she spoke from behind them. “This is crazy.” Her breasts bounced with each hurried breath she took. She glanced at Arlo. “There isn’t any music. How am I to dance with him?”
Logan stood, scooping her up into his arms as Arlo started singing. “Like this,” he said, cradling her body against his in a way that wouldn’t cause her any pain. He nuzzled her neck then kissed his way up to her ear and whispered, “While we dance, will you play an innocent get to the core of the truth game with me?”
“I’m not good at games.”
“It’s not a physical game. It’s intellectual. It’s a game that allows people to get to know each other fast. However, you have to speak from the heart’s truth. If you can’t speak from the heart, you can’t play. I’ll start.”
Her arms tightened around his neck as Arlo broke into the main chorus of a beautiful ballad. Logan swayed and turned, holding her in his arms. “Fay Avalon, you tantalize me with your loveliness and your amazing strengths. You weaken my will, and that is why I fear you.”
His confession was shockingly honest and real. No man in her world would ever reveal such a truth. “You can trust me, Logan. I will not betray or lie to you.”
“Ah, but I can’t. I trusted once and was betrayed. People died because I was a fool who believed in honor.” He set her down and tapped at the bridge of her nose. “The game is…you reveal what you feel about the person in front of you.”
“But it’s important to me you understand I will do whatever it takes to prove my word and honor to you.”
“Darlin’. We’re playing a game to get to know each other, not debate or discuss issues. I told you what I thought of you and my reaction to what I was feeling. It’s your turn to tell me what you think of me and your feelings about it.”
He held her in his protective embrace, only her toes touched the ground as he carefully moved her around the fire with his long steps. He carried most of her weight as they moved to Arlo’s song.
She looked into his eyes. It was as if she saw him for the very first time. “I fight my true feelings for you because…”
His penetrating stare coaxed her to tell him why.
“Because, well…because you hold my fate in your hands. You have yet to tell me what my future will be. It’s hard to make plans when I fear I will live as a prisoner in your world. Or worse, I will carry a death sentence over my head to be enforced when all this settles down.”
“I’ll grant you a beautiful future if you tell me you care for me and will forever be true to the clan of Abán.” He held her body against him, moving in time with the song. “Do you want to honor our world and make it yours?” He stopped dancing.
She answered with her heart. “I do. Do you want me here?”
He locked his stormy eyes to hers, his gaze ablaze with passion. “I do.”
“Then let me know it. Show me in the things you say and do.” She tilted her head back expecting him to kiss her. Instead, he surprised her with his boldness.
“I never do what’s anticipated.” He pulled her closer into his chest and whispered in her ear. “It would make me boring and predictable.” He slipped his hands under her blouse and stroked his fingertips in seductive circles over her flesh. The passion in his eyes grew hotter. “I’ve desired you from the moment you walked through my front door.”
She widened her eyes in mock shock then shot her gaze over to Arlo. His raised brow and cocked head made her turn a frown back in Logan’s direction. “You said this was a game of truth.” She placed her hands over his, keeping them just below her breasts. “That’s a lie.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Logan, it was quite obvious to us all that morning the only thing you wanted to do to me was to interrogate me.” She looked at Arlo again. He shrugged and started singing another song. Coward. He was avoiding voicing his opinion.
“Then you’re all blind, because the first thing I truly wanted was to kiss those perfect lips. The second thing was to interrogate that succulent mouth of yours to make it tell me the truth about you.” He glided his touch around to the sides of her breasts.
Fay liked how his hands caressed her, and she wasn’t about to tell him to stop. His touch created a fire deep inside her, something she’d longed for all her life.
“Fay, a person can be suspicious of someone, but it doesn’t necessarily negate a very strong attraction to them. How do you think most assassins get in close for a kill? Their targets find them very attractive.”
“Hmm, didn’t think of that. What you say is true.” She felt his fingers stroke down her lower back to play with the laces holding her blouse closed. A subtle heat warmed her pussy. “I’ve known a few women who loved their husbands but didn’t trust them to be faithful.”
“See.” In one swift motion, he pulled at the laces and removed her blouse.
“Logan,” Fay whispered. Arlo’s soft singing in the background reminded her they weren’t alone.
He trailed his seductive touch to her bra straps. Slipping his fingertips beneath the material he worked the silky strips off her shoulders. She crossed her arms over her breasts to stop him from removing it.
“Logan, we can’t—”
He swept her deeper into his arms and stopped her words by pressing his mouth to her ear. “Tell me true…do you desire me?”
Without breaking his hold, she was able to brace a short distance between them, just enough to gaze into his eyes. “Truth?”
“Nothing but the truth shall ever pass between us.” He tilted his head forward and down, closing the space between them. He brushed his mouth softly against hers, merging their heat, and then did it again. He licked the seam of her lips, and she couldn’t help herself. It was a physical need. She granted his tongue entry.
Her bra fell free before she circled her arms around him. His touch ignited her flesh as he moved his fingers to the front of her jeans and worked her zipper until her pants dropped to the ground. “The truth is—” she murmured at the release of his lips.
“The truth,” he whispered in her ear. “Even though I fear my knees will fail me should you tell me I disgust you.” Logan cupped each breast before dropping his hands to stroke several gentle passes over her ass. He kissed and caressed, roaming his hands over her, although he did take care not to touch the area of her wound.
She stroked her nails up his back in wanton need, realizing if she were honest with herself, she felt the same desire for him she’d felt for Arlo and Drakker. “If my heart were to speak the truth, it would say you grabbed my sexual interest the moment I saw you in those tight white pants and red silk shirt.”
Her remark brought a proud smile to his lips. “Okay…so my clothes got you heated up.”
“No, it was the hard body beneath those clothes.”
“So…when did I capture your heart?”
“When you became my hero.”
“I’m your hero? How? When?”
She smiled up at him. “Escaping the Nike silo. I still can’t believe you carried me all that way to safety.”
“How do you know that?”
“Whenever I woke up you were there, and Chandra confirmed it when I asked her.”
“Ah.” He smiled then frowned. “That was all it took?”
“Funny, it happened for me then as well.”
“Yep, I knew in my gut I already loved you when you admitted you risked your life for me. That’s when I knew I couldn’t live without you. Hell, I didn’t want to ever let you go. It’s why I wouldn’t let anyone else carry you. You were mine. I knew somewhere within you, you had to love me. For you to sacrifice yourself like that…you had to love me.”
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Erotic romance author Houston Havens, a former successful model enjoying an adventurous jet-set lifestyle, intrigues her readers with a mix of the past, present, and future, and sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, and western romance, always with love everlasting. A tenacious Irish lass filled with passion and mystery hopes her sultry stories will entertain and fascinate those who dare to take the journey. She’s also a social media junkie with an award winning blog. http://houstonhavens.wordpress.com
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