I will be featuring the first 3 books in my Psychic Menage Series.
First up today is Book 1, Sinful Surrender
Themes with a light touch: Voyeurism, Spanking, BDSM, Anal, Psychic, Fae
Tag Line: Why be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by three?
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?
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“How much of that will it take to kill me?”
He squinted at her as if he were insulted. “I’m not trying to kill you, Fay. This is a truth serum. I’m trying to get you to talk.” He smirked. “I like my women alive when I interrogate them. They make better conversationalists.”
She didn’t believe him. He’d poisoned her. No truth serum she’d been trained to resist had ever made her feel all tingly inside or her body feel hot. Everything in the room took on a sharp focus unlike the other serums that made everything fuzzy. He tried again to give her more of the potion. She could see in those deep blue eyes of his her resistance challenged rather than aggravated him.
“As a rule, I normally wouldn’t do this,” he said, while unbuttoning his shirt. “But since you’re being difficult…”
Her body tensed. Here it comes. Her pulse hit an exhilarated tempo as his white cotton shirt fell to the floor. All she could think about was pressing the soft-looking fabric to her nose and inhaling Drakker Abán’s scent. How bizarre. She should be worried about dying, not craving her killer’s scent. The poison’s playing with my mind. It has to be. She hoped the mind traveler realized this was just too odd for a woman facing torture. The drug was definitely affecting her. She tried to fight the urge to peek at his tanned muscled chest and failed.
“Fay?” His voice strummed her heart like a string instrument, sending erotic waves through her body, arousing her hormones. Drakker removed his boots and socks. She couldn’t rip her eyes from his beautiful feet. The sight of his perfect toes sent another ripple of desire rushing through her. She raised her vision to take in the mesmerizing, dark, brooding sight of him.
Her gaze shot all the way up at his call. There was that ghostly smirk again. It was there, in his smoldering eyes. Her blood boiled over with desire.
“I said, normally I wouldn’t do this, but in your case I’m making an exception.”
“Don’t do me any favors.” To her surprise, Drakker took a bit of the red liquid into his mouth. So, he hadn’t lied about it being a truth serum. He moved in, his naked chest so close she could feel the heat of his body permeate hers. He pressed his sculptured lips to hers, and her body went limp with pleasure. Her lungs ceased to expand. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the soft warmth of his mouth. She anticipated the weight of his body pressing into hers. When it didn’t happen, the depth of her disappointment surprised her. Worried about how the mind traveler observing her would interpret her reactions, Fay sent a thought. Do not report my actions as willing. Take into account the drug is affecting my physical responses. This is out of my control. I can only strive to contain the secrecy of my mission here. Her brain was so foggy now, she had to wonder if it made any sense.
Drakker’s large hands held her head still but not in a viselike grip as she would have expected someone interrogating her would do. His grasp felt more like a firm, but caressing, hold. One she was enjoying. What is this drug doing to my mind? This interrogation felt more like a romantic interlude than some brutal questioning.