by Thea Landen
Erotic Futuristic Romance
Publisher: Carnal Desires/Double Dragon Publishing
Release Date: July 15, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 27,000
In addition to her distinguished career with the Terran military, Commander Geneva Greyson has finally achieved harmony in her personal life. Her renewed relationship with her mother has grown stronger and she’s settled into a comfortable arrangement with the two men she loves. Marcus confesses a dark fantasy to her while she’s on leave from duty—not only does he have feelings for her, he’s developing an attraction to Ash. He begs Geneva not to reveal his secrets before Ash arrives to spend the weekend with them.
The officers return to their posts after a relaxing, decadent visit. They learn of a distressing event upon completing a week-long mission: A terrorist group has organized a strike and taken hostages in their efforts to attract attention to their cause. When Geneva discovers Marcus is listed among the missing, she disobeys her orders and sets out to join the reconnaissance team with Ash by her side. Will they find Marcus before it’s too late for him to affirm his desires?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including m/f/m and m/m/f menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Outside the room, the door to the backyard opened and closed. Within a minute, Ash appeared and strode towards the couch. “I shook out the blanket, folded it, and put it back in the closet.”
“I could have taken care of it,” Marcus said.
“I need to keep the linens tidy. It was ingrained in me at the Academy.” He lifted Geneva’s legs and sat down, returning them to his lap. “And it was the least I could do, considering how you spoil the two of us whenever we manage to sneak away for a visit.”
“It’s my pleasure to do so. It’s a shame you can only stay a couple days.”
“I guess that’s the problem with climbing the ranks,” Geneva joked. “Once you get high enough, the military thinks you’re irreplaceable and that operations will cease to function if you’re gone from your post for too long.”
Marcus smiled. “Well, they’re right about one thing.” He kissed the top of her head. “You are irreplaceable.”
“Oh, her absence is definitely felt on the ship,” Ash said to him, grinning. “All those young soldiers assigned to laundry duty had to get their thrills somewhere else when her panties weren’t tumbling down the chute.”
Geneva kicked him in the shoulder. “You’re terrible!”
“Terrible, but undoubtedly correct.”
“That’s not very nice, teasing those poor boys like that.” Marcus said. “I mean, they’re probably curled up alone in their bunks dreaming of you every night, and you couldn’t even leave them some dirty laundry?”
Her attempts to suppress her giggles were unsuccessful. “You’re just as bad as he is. My underwear is not nearly as fascinating as you make it out to be.”
“You know that’s not true.” Marcus ran his finger along the thin band of exposed skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants. “And forgive me for being forward, but instead of arguing about these things, shouldn’t we be making the most of the time we have together? With or without your panties, of course.”
“He’s a wise man,” Ash said. Another set of hands joined the provocative exploration.
Geneva shifted her hips to allow both men better access. Ash unbuttoned her jeans and dragged the zipper down while Marcus slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the silky fabric that had been such an engrossing topic of conversation. She closed her eyes and rolled her head to the side as he stroked her moistening cleft, paying little attention to her pants sliding off her legs.
A tugging at her torso distracted her from the stimulating sensations. She opened her eyes halfway to see Ash unfastening her blouse. He pushed aside the flimsy material to reveal her lacy pink bra. “These probably cause all sorts of commotion down in the laundry room, too,” he said, tracing the edge of one cup.
Geneva raised one leg, encircled it around her fellow commander, and pulled him closer. As Ash freed one heavy breast from its confines, Marcus’s finger dipped lower. He slid the tip inside her pussy, his hand trapped in place by the weight of the larger man. Her lips parted to beg for more. The murmured plea blossomed into a high-pitched moan as Ash’s mouth closed around a hardened peak.
They sprawled across the sofa in a tangle of limbs and palpable lust. Hands and tongues, fingers and teeth all kindled her arousal. Marcus penetrated her with calculated thrusts while her nipples belonged to Ash. Her chest heaved against Ash’s tantalizing lips. No amount of the air she breathed could quell the heat simmering in her body.
From a nearby table, the phone screeched its announcement of an incoming call. “Let it ring,” Geneva and Ash said in unison.
Thea Landen lives in New York with her husband and a variety of houseplants. A former educator, she strives to encourage creativity and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for science fiction and fantasy and anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing games.