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thinking what he was thinking.
Option one: we walk away from her once this is all
over.
No!
The instant denial raced through his body, causing him to
jump. What the fuck? He never had that reaction to losing
anyone or anything& other than Logan.
It didn t help that Logan started to chuckle. Thought so.
Option two?
His heart was in his throat right up until Logan looked up
at him with a leer. Don t you just love the French?
Kir blinked. Huh?
They come up with words for the most amazing
concepts.
Like? Kir drawled. He was pretty sure now he knew
where Logan was going, but he wanted confirmation before he
said anything.
Ménage a trois. It has such a sexy ring to it, doesn t it?
Permanent ménage? The words had left his mouth
before he even realized the significance of what he was
saying. Something about Jordan just& felt right.
Logan s expression turned serious. I m not sure yet. He
shook his head, smirking. But tell me you aren t already a
little in love with her, and I ll call you a liar. I mean, damn.
She s got a smart mouth, hot body, bodacious ass, and she s
clever as all hell. And she wants both of us.
Kir opened his mouth to say the words and found them
stuck in his throat. Damn.
Ditto.
How the hell did that happen?
I don t know, but it did. Logan was frowning again, this
time in confusion. It s like we ve found something we didn t
even know was missing. But if you asked, I would walk away
from this. You know that. For the first time, Kir saw Logan s
uncertainty peek through, reminding him of the broken man
Loki had been after Baldur freed him from the mountain. The
reckless youth he was had been burned away by the snake s
acid, leaving behind a damaged man who tossed and turned at
night, screaming denials as he relived everything over and
over again. It had taken Kir a long time to ease his lover s
torment. He also knew their relationship was the foundation
the now confident, cocky man who was still inclined to take
risks stood on.
Which was why he d been so upset about his reaction to
Jordan. But knowing that Logan felt the same eased that guilt
Kir thought about taking Jordan and making her theirs.
Thanks to Logan s ability to shift genders as well as shape,
Kir had been happily bisexual for centuries now. He d felt no
need to go outside the relationship when Logan could,
literally, be everything and anything he needed. Logan, on the
other hand, hadn t been able to explore that side of himself
with Kir, since Kir couldn t change his shape. He knew that
sometimes Logan longed for soft, scented flesh, rounded
breasts and bellies, all of the things he d given up when he d
pledged himself to Kir. But Logan, for all his wild youth and
unhappy marriage, hadn t cheated on him once. And not once,
through all of the long centuries, had either of them had the
urge to add a third to their relationship.
Now, with the advent of one small, half-human woman,
all of that was about to change. He could give the touch of a
female back to his lover, and have them both for himself. He
thought back to the odd feeling he d had on the beach, that
something was about to happen that would change them, and
felt that sensation once more before it settled into a
comfortable purr.
He saw the relief on Logan s face as he nodded his
acceptance.
Jordan was theirs. Now they just had to seduce her to
them.
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Close Encounters
© 2009 B.H. Dark
Odilia is a nice planet. The sky is purple, the grass is
yellow, the property prices aren t that bad. But reproduction is
painful, solitary, and asexual. Which is why the Odilians find
the recently discovered X-rated disks from Earth so
fascinating. And why the money-making scheme they re
hatching is so brilliant.
The plan is simple: abduct four Earthlings and juice them
up on a heady pheromone cocktail. Then plop them in a
variety of titillating holographic scenarios and market the
results as reality entertainment for vast profits.
The four chosen humans are strangers to each other, but
not to life s disappointments. Leandros, a lounge singer who s
never committed to anything longer than an Elvis medley.
Eve, an interior designer who s living a life much more beige
than bold. Beau, a laid-back car mechanic who wants more
from life than oil changes. And Cassandra, an innocent
debutante who s learned most of her sexual know-how from
self-help books.
As unwilling okay, sort of willing stars of the
Odilians budding intergalactic porn empire, the four of them
consider their options. Relax and enjoy the ride? Try to
escape?
How about fall in love?
Warning: This book contains voyeuristic aliens, hologram
cowboy orgies, big dildoes, disco, and gratuitous use of the
word baby .
Enjoy the following excerpt for Close Encounters:
Oh my.
Cassandra blinked and stared around her. Somehow, she
was in a perfectly square room, sitting on a heart-shaped bed.
Thick red shag carpeting covered the floor and walls. And
there was a&
A mirror on the ceiling?
She wasn t at home. This was most definitely not
Foxborough, Connecticut. People in Foxborough didn t tend
to go for red heart-shaped furniture.
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