Genre: Erotic Romance
Sub-Genres: Ménage, Paranormal, Fantasy,
Sci-Fi
Themes: Futuristic, Post-Apocalyptic,
Dystopian
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Date of Publication: March 17, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62210-067-5
Number of pages: Approx 430 pages
Word Count: Approx 107K
Cover Artist: Lyn Taylor
Book Trailers: http://youtu.be/4-jc-tcEAaQ
Book Description:
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?
1. Where did you get
the idea for the novel?
I have a fascination with
science, the future, history and myths, and of course—romantic love. Being an
Irish lass, storytelling is in my blood, so it’s only natural for me to see the
world in stories I combine with all the things I enjoy into an erotic tale to
intrigue my readers.
2. Your title.
Sinful Surrender
3. Who came up with
it?
My friend WildAboutBones
… I just adore her. She’s an amazing lady.
4. Did you ever change
your title?
I always have a working title, but
I’m never married to it.
5. Which came first,
the title or the novel?
The novel.
6. Since becoming a
writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
Getting published.
7. What book are you
currently reading or what was the last book you read?
What Every Body is
Saying and The Emotional Thesaurus
8. What was your first
book that you ever wrote (very first one you wrote, not published)?
It was not because
I never submitted it. I didn’t submit my first romance until I’d written five
single titles from beginning to end. Then I submitted it to only five
publishers to get feedback. I used that feedback to write my first erotic
romance and submitted it and got accepted.
9. What is your
writing process?
I’m an early bird who’s all
spit and polished by 5 AM to start my day of writing. After 16 hours, I hang
the closed sign on the door. It’s a grueling schedule, but I’m a slow writer,
and that’s because I weave my stories with many hidden secrets and clues to
intrigue my readers.
- Who
are your favorite authors of all time?
Johanna Lindsey
11. At a book signing,
do you just sign your name or do you write a note?
That I’ll have to
get back to you on this. But I’ll assume it’ll be based on ‘time allowing’, of
course I’d love to write a note to everyone. That’s what I did when I was
modeling.
12. How do you come up with stuff to say?
Oh, that’s easy ...
one look at your fan’s smiling face and you’ll know what to say.
- What
is something people would be surprised to know about you?
I love hot pink
nail polish.
14. How do you react to
a bad review?
The old MM reply
... say whatever you want just spell my name right. *wink*
15. How did you
celebrate the sale of your first book?
Now that’s my
secret! *Big Wink*
Excerpts:
This excerpt takes place during the
heroine’s interrogation when the heroes suspect she’s a spy for the Underworld
government.
“Oh
God.” Her body was ready to explode. “Stop talking and do it!”
He
raised his shoulders in question. “No prelude, ma chérie? The men in
your world don’t enjoy foreplay?” He dry stroked his hand over the bulge in his
pants. Fay swallowed hard as she watched him rub over his member with an expert
touch. He strummed his fingertips across his groin, and her quim gushed. “It’s
getting hot in here, isn’t it?”
She
hoped that meant he was going to take his penis out. She wanted to see it.
“I
guess you’re use to heat where you live.”
Without
thought, she replied. “That’s a misconception. Locations vary in temperature.”
She traced her tongue over her bottom lip with a need to taste him.
“Really?”
She
nodded, but wished he’d stop stroking himself. It was driving her crazy. “Not
all spots are hot. It’s about fifty to sixty degre—” Shooting a sharp glance at
him, she snapped her mouth closed. Her heart pounded. He’d tricked her! He was
fishing for answers through obscure questions. Damn it! Can I recover? What
the hell did I say?
He
seemed not to notice her slip of the tongue, but he was a smart man. He hadn’t
missed it. She tilted her chin toward his telling bulge. “Take it out,” she
said to distract him. She was panting and unable to control her excitement.
“It?
What it?”
“Your
penis.”
“Penis?”
He laughed. “Do you mean my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then
say it.”
“No.”
“Why?
From the first time I looked into your eyes, I knew you were the kind of woman
who liked to talk and hear a man talked dirty to you. Admit it…when I call my penis
a cock it turns you on.”
She
wrinkled her nose at him. “You can’t tell something like that just by looking
into someone’s eye. It’s all in your head.”
He
stepped close and leaned forward until their bodies nearly touched. His breath
brushed across her skin as he whispered, “If I reach between your legs right
now and stroke my hand between those swollen pussy lips, I’d feel your hot,
juicy wetness all over my fingers. I bet you’re so wet my tongue couldn’t even
dry you. Is that the proof you seek?”
She
gasped. He was right.
“Or—”
He stepped back and looked at her. His eyes seemed to penetrate deep into her
soul. She tried not to squirm under his scrutiny but failed. His smirk and
naughty words drove her wild.
“I can
slap my cock between those sweet cheeks and play with your ass until I slide my
finger right in that beautiful hole. I’ll whisper how I’d like to bind your
breasts and clip your nipples. You’ll squirm all over the finger in your ass,
and you’ll scream for me to thrust my cock in. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
Illicit acts and thoughts make your pussy wet.” He dropped his chin and studied
her. “I’ve got a cock. If you want to fuck it…you’d better call it what it is.
My cock.”
“Fine!
Your cock! I said it, now show it to me.”
“Why?
Do you like watching a man masturbate?”
Even
though he had yet to expose himself, just envisioning the sight of him stroking
himself to release sent her libido into chaos. No Dirt Dweller man would dream
of touching himself in front of a woman, not even his own wife. She breathed
several times before answering. “That’s not what I meant.” She licked her lips
in a silent suggestion she’d like to suck his cock.
“Truth
be known…” His hungry gaze penetrated hers. “I’d love to fuck your mouth, your
pussy, and your ass, but I won’t.”
Fay
dropped her chin to her chest. “Then stop taunting me.”
“We pretty much know already you’re a Dirt Dweller. We
just want to confirm you’re a spy.”
Character:
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.
About the
Author:
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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