Monday, March 24, 2014

Sinful Surrender Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Sinful Surrender
Psychic Menage
Book One
Houston Havens

Genre: Erotic Romance
Sub-Genres: Ménage, Paranormal, Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Themes: Futuristic, Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian

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

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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?


Twenty minutes later, they strolled back into camp. Fay’s gaze found Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome sitting on the ground near the fire with his back supported against a log, one leg stretched out in front of him. His other leg was crooked, foot flat on the ground, knee raised with his arm draped across it in a lazy hang. He looked comfortable and appeared to be enjoying a rich, aromatic drink. He looked their way and held up his tin cup in greeting.

“Coffee!” Arlo strolled to a log near the fire and grabbed a cup. Squatting down, he tipped the cup against a taller can sitting in the embers of a smokeless flame. He poured a black liquid into the tin. “I hope you made enough for all of us.”

Drakker squinted his steel-blue eyes. His right eyebrow arched, and his jaw clamped in a hard flex. The cool, calm exterior she had observed for most of the day looked ready to crumble. So, there is a sensitive side to this quiet man. How interesting.

In an accusatory tone, Drakker asked Arlo, “Why would you assume I wouldn’t?” At Arlo’s shrug, Drakker got up and tossed the last of his coffee out. He rinsed his cup in a large pot next to the fire and refilled it with the black liquid. Leaning over the fire, he handed the cup to her. “Have a seat and try some.”

Seeing the exasperation in his eyes, she chose to obey and sat before taking a sip. Oh my God! She wanted to spit. It was bitter and foul tasting. She swallowed hard.

Turning back to Arlo, Drakker griped, “That’s the one thing about you that irks me. Why do you always assume the worst of me? I could understand it if I were guilty of being incompetent or always forgetting something, but I’m not.”

Arlo waved Drakker’s temper down. “That’s not what I meant. You know that.”

“Yeah, well anyone listening doesn’t know that.” He jutted his hand out to indicate Fay was the anyone he was talking about. “It gives the wrong impression, and you’re always saying shit like that. It irritates me.”

Arlo gave Fay a devilish wink before looking back at Drakker. “You’ll live.”

“You might not.” Drakker strode across camp and propped his foot on a stump. He rocked it forward as if he were going to roll it closer to the fire but immediately jumped back. A loud rattling filled the air. “Holy shit! It’s a fucking diamondback.”

Arlo jumped up and rushed over to the leather bags that had been on the horses but now lay on the ground near some blankets. Hooked to one of the saddlebags was a long metal tool he grabbed and tossed to Drakker. “Here’s your rifle. I hope you loaded it.”

Drakker gave Arlo a cold and accusing stare. “There you go again! Have you ever known me not to have my guns loaded?” He jumped back when the long, wormlike thing lunged at his leg and missed.

The worm recoiled itself quickly and lunged again, making Fay more than nervous. “Is it dangerous?” She got up keeping the skinny, long animal in her view.

Drakker held his hand out, indicating she should stay back. “It’s a poisonous critter.”

“Oh my God! It can kill you?”

Arlo smirked. “Pretty much.”

“A little thing like that?”

“Yep.” Arlo pulled her several steps back. “Size doesn’t matter—”

“That’s not what I’ve been told.” Drakker’s grin was impish. He raised the weapon and pointed it at the snake. The loud, unexpected, exploding pop startled her, causing her to jump into Arlo’s arms. It was the safest place she could think of. She hid her face against his chest when she saw the top six inches of the slithery thing was separated from the rest of its body. He held her tightly against him. When she finally found the courage to look back, Drakker frowned at her, grabbed the remaining body part by the tail, and carried it over to the fire.

Drawing the knife he wore tucked at his lower back, he sliced the critter down to the part that made the rattling sound. After cutting the rattle off and wrapping it in a small rag, Drakker cleaned the rest of the snake before tossing it on the fire.

“What are you doing that for?” Fay couldn’t resist the urge to ask and prayed the answer wasn’t what she feared it might be.

“This reptile’s our supper.”

Damn, she knew he was going to say that. “Ah, no. I’d rather starve.”

“Suit yourself. It tastes like chicken, you know.”

“Well, since I don’t know what that is either, I’ll pass on both.”

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.

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  1. Hi Everyone, it's so nice to be here. Just wanted you to know I'll be hanging around today and if you have any questions about Sinful Surrender just post a comment and I'll answer. Houston

    1. Thanks for being here today, Houston! We love author visits! Please, come back anytime!

  2. Oh I'll be hanging out here all day for your readers and any question they might have...Besides you have an awesome side bar that's keeping me interested.


  3. Hey Noelle, just wanted to say thank you for the great was a pleasure being here and hanging out with you and your readers. I hope you'll invite me back when book two in the series comes out. Again, thank you so much.