Sinful Surrender - By Houston Havens *Spotlight & Giveaway*


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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?

At her silence, he stripped off his shirt. A prickle of heat flushed down her neck as she watched his arm muscles flex with the movement. She had the strongest impulse to touch his smooth, tanned skin. She fought the urge to reach out, but curiosity plagued her. Would it feel warm and silky, unlike the pasty Dirt Dweller men who never made her core throb like this? She shook her head and looked away, resisting the desire. But she couldn’t stop her gaze from returning to him as he tossed the shirt down and hooked his thumbs over his large silver buckle. His actions dropped his pants a tempting two more inches below his hipbones, exposing the lower half of his hard stomach. Except for the hair on his head, the man’s body was hairless. Those pants were riding low enough to show some pubic hair by now, but there wasn’t any. She continued to stare at his thumbs, hoping his pants would fall another inch lower.
“Beautiful lady?” Arlo tilted his head down, capturing her attention when his long, semisweet-chocolate hair slipped over his muscled shoulder. Her breath caught in her chest. Something about his long hair added to his sexual attractiveness. The temptation to caress his physique and run her fingertips through his silky-looking hair was overwhelming. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her hands tucked where they were.
“Ah, hmm.” The clearing of his throat drew her gaze up. He gave a cocky smile. “If you keep looking at me with that hungry look in those stunning violet eyes of yours…I’ll be honest, I don’t think I can stop myself from kissing you.”
In her world, modesty was expected. Though reluctant, she dropped her admiring scrutiny. Her pounding heart made her feel dizzy.
“Well.” Arlo’s tone was low as he slowly moved into her space while reaching out to pull her closer to him. The soft scent of sage filled her senses.
She didn’t resist his embrace as he whispered in her ear, “I’ll be damned if that reaction wasn’t more of an invitation than a rejection.”
Captivated by the sexy sound of his voice and the words he spoke, she didn’t argue with his observation. She wanted him to kiss her. No Dirt Dweller would ever confess to lusting for a woman as Arlo just did. Just the thought he desired her and let it be known made her heart beat faster. The idea of a man lusting for a woman was sinfully enticing. Guilt washed over her, but didn’t stay. She didn’t care how many prayers of forgiveness she would have to say for this moment of passion. It would be worth it.
Arlo leaned back a smidgeon and angled his head down until their gazes met. He briefly paused as if silently asking permission to kiss her. This time she refused to look away. He gave a sexy smirk and a wink before slipping his hand behind her neck in a seductive move bringing her mouth toward his succulent lips. His lips merged with her willing mouth in a heated kiss. Their bodies followed, pressing into each other. She couldn’t get close enough to him.
He broke the kiss and murmured next to her ear, “If I’m moving too fast for you, tell me.” He kissed her again not waiting for her answer. Fay couldn’t think of a reason to stop him, nor did she want to.
His mouth was soft and warm. His kiss lingered on her lips, and the warmth between her thighs moistened her panties. She glided her hands over him as she molded her body into his. Every inch of her flesh craved him. She was hungry to feel his body’s heat sizzle against hers. She imagined what he might look like naked. Lusty images swirled around in her mind as her heart filled with passion. Every cell in her body desired him.
Fay ravished every inch of his exposed skin with her fingers. She raked them up and down his back never having felt a man’s body like this. He was so hard and muscular. The sensation was driving her libido wild. In a moment of clarity she realized what she was doing. She’d been raised to know she was acting in a shameless and disgraceful manner. Teachings, not belief, made her pull away from him. She’d never done anything like this before. It had to be the fresh air. Maybe the levels of oxygen were higher here compared to her Underworld’s limited supply.
He slipped his fingers along the closure of her flight suit making her skin heat with wanton desire.
“Now, I’m getting distracted,” he said, pinching the pull tab of her zipper between his fingers and sliding it downward.
Her breasts bounced with each rousing breath she took.
“I’m here to see you get a bath, my little filly. Are you going to get undressed, or am I going to have to do it for you? And if I do it for you…it’ll most likely lead us to…things other than bathing.”
“I-I don’t want to bathe.” She could not believe she said that.
He smiled. “Neither do I…right now.”
“There’s something else on my mind.”
“Mine too.” His hand fell from her zipper as he leaned slightly away from her.
Her gaze followed his down to see he had an erection. She glanced up and met his apologetic stare. He raised his brow silently asking for her understanding.
“If I bring you back still smelling like my horse, Drakker will flip out. He likes his woman smelling sweet.”
His woman? Fay stiffened her back and narrowed her eyes with his insulting insinuation she belonged to Drakker.
Arlo’s brows rounded as he shifted his weight. “That didn’t come out right, did it? I’m sorry. I just meant he thinks you’ll be more comfortable washing off some of this rider’s dust. Trust me, it’s not like we’ve laid claim on you as ours, but I ain’t saying we wouldn’t like to.”
Something about his foot-in-the-mouth demeanor made her laugh. Arlo was a very sweet man. All day he’d questioned her about her comfort and kept trying to make the ride easier for her. He was very attentive and had entertained her with comments about their surroundings and life as an Airborne.
He joined her in her laughter. “Damn, those striking eyes can throw some nasty daggers when they want to, huh? Holy moly, I’ve never seen a woman get so fired up about being claimed. Most want to be. Guess those daggers mean you’re a very independent woman, huh?”
At her nod, he continued. “Well, ain’t nothing wrong with that. Nevertheless, I still got orders to get you bathed. If I don’t, Drakker will have my hide. Since you ain’t making any moves to get in the water, I’m going to help you.” He reached up and pulled the zipper down to her waist. His gaze dropped. Hers followed. Her peeking cleavage held his interest.
Arlo slid his hands over her shoulders and down her back, pushing the upper portion of her garment down over her hips. The coolness of the gentle breeze against her skin made her gasp. What an energizing feeling! Life here was so different. It was intoxicating. Even the silky feel of her own waist-length hair brushing against the flesh of her back was stimulating. The soft braid made little prickly bumps erupt all over her skin. All these new feelings were unique because Dirt Dwellers never bathed without bath clothes.
Allowing Arlo to remove her clothes was depraved by her church and government’s standards, but somehow she just didn’t feel the humiliation she should. It felt good to be bad. Everything in her world was too restricted and confining in her opinion. Life here seemed freer, without shame, guilt, judgment, or censorship. To live such a life was too foreign for her thoughts, but in her dreams, she had longed for a life like this.
Arlo traced his fingers across her skin, giving her goose bumps from the gentleness of his touch. A soft groan escaped him the minute he pinched at the back of her bra hook, snapping it open.
“Come here,” he whispered before placing tiny, wet kisses along her neck and throat until her breathing grew hard and rapid with a need she’d never felt before.
“Little lady, this body of yours has been speaking to me all day long. I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you, my lovely Star Rider. Will you have me?” He swept the bra away from her breasts.
“I—”
“Arlo!” Drakker’s voice sliced through the twilight.
He stiffened then backed away from her. “We’re over here, bro.” His sigh was heavy with what sounded like disappointment. “She’s just getting in the stream now.” With a raised brow, he silently indicated she should get bathing. “We’ll be up in ten.”
The cool breeze passing over her skin hardened her nipples. She covered herself with her hands, but the moment she looked down, she realized there was no point. She was already standing there half-naked for his perusal. Casting her ingrained modesty aside, she dropped the rest of the clothing from her lower half and rushed into the water. The crispness of the river stopped her ankle deep. She screeched, retreating.
Arlo rushed forward, stopping her withdrawal with a strong arm around her waist. “It’s mountain water. It’s going to be chilly.” He laughed, nudging her gently back into the water.
“I can’t bathe in this.” She scampered out of his hold while trying to dodge his grasp. He caught her again and jailed her in his arms. The playful act pressed her breasts against him, flesh to naked flesh, lips just a breath’s distance from one another. For one provocative moment, they silently stared into each other’s eyes, and then their shallow breaths merged into a passionate kiss.
There was no denying her desire for Arlo. The man not only felt right, but he smelled right. He was temptation at its best.

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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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2 comments:

  1. Houston HavensMarch 25, 2014 at 6:45 AM

    WooHoo, I'm back to visit and spend the day just hanging out with you and your readers. If anyone has any questions about Sinful Surrender just leave a comment and I'll answer. It'll be a fun day!
    I'm happy to be here with you.
    Houston

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    1. Literary GeorgeMarch 26, 2014 at 8:40 AM

      Thank you for stopping by again! You are the absolute best :)

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