Today I’m welcoming author Houston Havens to the blog with info on her new release – Sinful Surrender (Psychic Menage #1)
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?
With handsome men on each side, Fay felt like a fairytale princess as they led her into the candlelit log manor. She peeked out from beneath Drakker’s hat as a blond-haired man about the same towering height as Drakker appeared at the end of a hall. Her lungs tightened as she drank in the sight of him. Can it be? He wore a pair of tight, white pants and an unbuttoned red silk shirt that flowed out to the sides of him as he came rushing toward them in bare feet. Fay’s heart sped up. Tendrils of his shoulder-length locks wafted back, revealing a white feather attached with a beaded leather string. The adornment dangled by his ear giving him a savage but sexy appearance. Excitement raced through her as she realized it was the drop-dead gorgeous Logan Abán. Could her luck get any better than this?
“Where in the hell have you two been?” Logan came to an abrupt halt when his gaze fell on her.
She stopped breathing the moment his penetrating gaze raked over her from head to toe. It was hard to tell if his keen glint was infatuation or loathing.
He cleared his throat and much to her disappointment buttoned his shirt covering his beautiful, muscled chest. “Excuse me, ma’am.”
His voice matched his looks. It was sensual and charming. What she had expected of the Airborne barbarians was so far off from the reality. The men were polite and showed more manners than the average Dirt Dweller. It was making it harder and harder to accept the image her world had given her of these people. It was becoming even more difficult to see them as her enemy.
Leaning into Drakker, Logan hissed, “My office, now.” Logan turned, the feather in his hair swung free to tangle into the rest of his hair as he stalked to another room off the main hall.
Drakker ambled after him, waving his hand for her and Arlo to follow. Fay noticed the floors and walls were polished wood if she understood Rex correctly during her last mission. The decor appeared very rustic and masculine, but there was elegance in the crystal candleholders and lacy drapes.
“Damn it, Drakker—” Logan spun around after entering the room. His chest puffed out when he saw she and Arlo had accompanied them into the den. The room she recognized from her mind-travel mission caused her cheeks to heat. Fay’s heart thumped with adrenaline as she stood in the very room where she’d witnessed her first ménage.
A thrill rushed through her when she twisted around and spotted the safe she’d found the papers in that made her question her own government and take a leap of faith to come here in search of the truth.
“Drakker!” Logan flung his arms out to his sides in a silent question as to why they were here.
“Logan, she’s where we’ve been all this time. We found her—”
He stepped chest to chest close with Drakker. “She got a name?”
Both Arlo and Drakker looked at her with blank stares. Neither one had asked her name, nor did she offer it. Trained as a spy, she never gave information she didn’t have to give. Fay sauntered across the room, seeking refuge near the far edge of the desk, so she could see all three men.
Drakker released a breath. “She’s a Star Rider. She crashed her airship. When we found her she wasn’t able to talk.”
Logan’s chuckle sent a rush of warmth through her.
“Really?” His pleasant demeanor switched to an angry glare, making Fay’s blood run cold. He addressed Drakker in a grating tone. “Did you ever think she might be faking it?”
Drakker narrowed his eyes. “It crossed my mind, yes. But there was no way for me to confirm it until we got back here and let Andonis look at her.” He turned to Arlo. “She traveled with you, bro. With all that chitchat I saw you doing with her, did you think to ask her name?”
Logan looked stunned but recovered fast and said, “Wait, you just said she couldn’t talk.”
“In the last sixteen hours, she’s been able to utter a few words.”
Drakker turned back to Arlo, waiting for his response. “So? How ’bout it? Did she tell you her name? Did you think to ask?”
“Why would I ask her name?” He shrugged before sitting down on a love seat against the wall next to the safe. “I’m horrible with names, you know that. Star Riders’ have names fifty syllables long. Like I’d even be able to pronounce it, let alone remember it. Nah, I just called her my little filly.”
Drakker dropped his chin to his chest and gave his head a shake. Without lifting his head, he peered up at Logan. “So, no, I guess we don’t have her name yet.”
Logan turned and took her left hand into his. Electric tingles shot through her as he gazed down at her hand. His piercing eyes shot up with such intensity it forced her to look away. Logan’s grip tightened around her fingers drawing her attention back to him.
“Tell me your name.” His voice was low and commanding.
Fay swallowed hard and snatched her hand away. Something about his actions intimidated her. She sensed a determined and powerful man lived behind his sexy looks. After all, he was the leader of the Airbornes. “M-my name’s Fay Avalon. I’m—”
“God damn it, Drakker!” Logan ground out. He stomped behind the desk then slammed into his chair. “She’s not a Star Rider.”
“How do you know that?” Standing in the center of the room, Drakker crossed his arms and widened his stance with an arrogant arch to his dark brow.
Fay’s heart rapped hard against her chest. How did he know that?
“Come on, man. Do the simple math! First clue, the names. Fay and Avalon are both Old World Mole names. It’s to convince you she has an Old World Mole bloodline. Jesus Christmas, I can’t believe this. You should know this already. It’s not like this is your first rodeo.”
“It’s the first I’ve heard her name!” Drakker shook his head, looking down at the floor. “Maybe she’s an Old World Mole taken to a space station by a Star Rider.” He shrugged. “Either way, what’s the harm?”
Logan shot out of his chair as if someone had torched it. “Really?” He cussed under his breath, and Fay started to tremble.
“Second clue, Drakker. A Star Rider would not, nor would an Old World Mole, volunteer her last name. Last names are sacred knowledge, given to only a few. Third, if she is a Star Rider’s woman, where is her finger clan tattoo? No woman there is without a tattoo of claim.”
Drakker covered his eyes and rubbed at them. “You’re right.”
“I’m always right! Damn it, Drakker,” Logan continued, appearing not to be affected by Drakker’s defeated posture. “This is all shit you should know by now! What in the hell’s the matter with you?” His feathered braid swung out as he shot his head around to deliver a murderous stare and point an accusing finger at Arlo. “And I ain’t even begun with you!” His glance slid to Fay. “She’s a Dirt Dweller.”
Shit. Fay’s breasts bounced with each nervous breath she drew. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Sweat beaded across her top lip. How am I going to get out of this? She felt the urge to bolt from the room, but her body had turned to stone, cementing her right where she stood.
“Holy saints of hell, Logan! You can’t blame me. Drakker should have told me!” Arlo cussed again.
Drakker yelled back, “You’re the one who said she was a Star Rider in the first place.” He turned to Logan. “How the hell was I supposed to know she’s a Dirt Dweller? She crashed an airship. The Underworld government doesn’t have stealth photon airships.”
Logan shook his head and returned to his seat. “It’s pretty easy to figure the craft isn’t hers. It was probably stolen from a Star Rider.”
“How do you know that?”
Logan glared at him. “She doesn’t know how to fly the cursed thing. That’s why she crashed.”
“Excuse me.” Fay cut in having heard enough of Logan’s insults. “First of all, I know how to fly a stealth photon ship. I’ve been flying them since I was twenty-two.” She wasn’t about to admit to this arrogant man all her flights had been virtual flights. If she did, she was sure he’d find something in those details to use against her, or he’d think she was a fool.
“And you’re how old?”
Logan held out his hands, palms up, to show she’d just made his point for him. She sucked in a hard breath feeling like an idiot for giving him that bit of information. Her cheeks heated. Mortified, she dropped her eyes before returning them to see him acknowledge Drakker’s questioning gaze.
Bio 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
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