Co-written with Mima
Double your pleasure, double your fun. What’s better
than one amazing lover? A matched set.
When Agent Mara Brannigan struts into a low-rent bar on a mission
to seduce and apprehend a pair of fugitives from the government,
she doesn’t count on being the one caught in the snare
of seduction.
Captains Derrick and “Red” Ravenscraft are a duplicate
pair, which the Galactic Ministry of Science wants to study.
Mara is there to strongly suggest they respond to that summons,
but a bar brawl winds up with her unconscious and waking up
on board the captains’ ship.
Powerful, undeniable attraction binds the three together. The
squabbling men must learn to overcome their issues when the
ship, and Mara, are endangered by an outer space menace. But
when the danger is past, can they make a permanent reconciliation,
and can the three find a happy balance together?
Reviews
The Romance Studio, Shannon, 4 stars
From the imaginative minds of authors Mima and Bonnie Dee comes
a creative and utterly tantalizing story that is filled with
smart pacing and well-rounded characters that seem to ensure
that the sizzling danger and passion leap off the pages.
Two Lips Reviews, Merrylee, 4 lips
The sex scenes in this book absolutely smolder. They’re
well-written and contribute to telling the story by differentiating
the men’s personalities. At times, Mara needed the softer,
more perceptive side of Frederick and at other times, she needed
his fiercer, more dominating side.
Excerpt
Double your pleasure.
Her gaze magnetically sealed to the matched pair across the
bar. Most everyone in the place kept stealing glances at them,
so it wasn’t like she’d reveal they were her targets.
The tall, auburn-haired, leather-jacketed, testosterone-laden
specimens of manhood were speaking intensely and occasionally
jabbing a finger into each other’s heavy shoulders.
Crossing her long, bare legs, she swung them idly from the
tall barstool. It was nearly impossible not to gawk, to study
them and search for some tiny differences between the arguing
men. Hard to tell in the dim light, but it appeared as if Captain
A had a scar marking the side of his face while Captain B’s
hair was definitely longer, falling past the upturned collar
of his jacket. What must it be like? Two of her would be weird.
Double your fun.
The words of the nonsensical nursery rhyme passed down from
the Old Days revolved incessantly in Mara’s mind. She
drew a deep breath and shifted on the faux-wood bar stool, trying
to relieve the tension building between her legs. Her pussy
felt as soft and pliable as plastique and just as likely to
explode given the right igniter.
Focus. She was here on the small moon of Bonmim to apprehend
her quarry, not get turned on by them. She didn’t want
to be here, all dressed up for sex she wouldn’t get. Alone
as usual. She loved her job, and was proud of it, but lately
the pace had been getting to her. She needed a vacation. She
wanted someone to talk to, and someone to have sex with, and
the isolation hollowing her ribs was pathetic. Seducing these
hardheads into leaving the bar with her was part of the plan,
but she mustn’t be taken in by her own performance. They
were double cute, double interesting, and she was double lonely.
No, the seduction was for show. The men were likely to fight
if cornered so she couldn’t apprehend them in a room full
of people. But it shouldn’t be too difficult to get one
or preferably both of them to follow her outside where she could
politely read them their rights then escort them to Rasedule
where the Capitol Science Headquarters of Theory and Energy
were located.
Not difficult at all, especially as both men simultaneously
noticed her and stared with smoldering, dark eyes that peeled
off her I-wanna-have-fun clothes from across the room. Mara
longed to slip off the confining little black dress that lifted
her sensitive breasts and rubbed too roughly against her feverish
skin. Damn, it was like she’d been caught in a radiation
shower, as if her very bones were melting. If the men’s
mere scrutiny could do that, think of what their roaming hands
or mouths could do.
Double your pleasure.
She turned her attention back to her drink, sucking deeply
on the straw impaling the icy blue confection. The slush cooled
her throat but the alcohol warmed her blood even more. Mara
waited, gazing around the bar at other people, making eye contact
with other men. A young blond was notable for the return heat
he sent her. Here she was, just an ordinary woman on the make.
She ignored the empty cavern of her echoing heart. Here she
was, just an ordinary agent who hadn’t even seen her friends
face-to-face in over a year.
A moment later, two blue Molten Icecaps plunked down on the
bar in front of her. The one she’d ordered for herself
had been virgin. She could tell by the dense cobalt at the base
these were fully loaded. Drinking on a job was against her rules.
It was common sense.
“Courtesy of the gentlemen over there,” the bartender
said. He paused before turning away. “I’d watch
out for those two, miss. Lot of trouble.”
“Really?” She looked at her quarry again, nodding
her acknowledgement of the drinks, meeting the two pairs of
sizzling eyes. “Happens to be I’m looking for trouble.
You can let them know that for me if you’d like.”
The Moltens were her favorite. How lucky for her. She pulled
one closer and took a deep drag of the spicy slush.
The tender shrugged. “All right, lady, but don’t
say I didn’t warn you.”
After he walked away, the blond man she’d smiled at came
up beside her. “Hello. I see I moved too slow and somebody’s
already bought you drinks. How about I break tradition and buy
you a bag of pretzels instead?”
The man flashed a charming grin. If she hadn’t been on
a mission, Mara might have taken him up on the offer and taken
him home later that evening. He was the kind of young, obedient
and energetic partner she liked. But of course she was on a
mission same as she had been for the last ten years.
He angled his shoulders, blocking her view. Then again, the
captains eclipsed every other man in the room. If she really
was on the make, maybe she’d take a gamble on a less dependable
date. Maybe she’d truly hit on her targets, if she was
feeling really frisky. Which she was. The blond was in the way.
She needed the stools beside her left empty.
“You’re very sweet. Thanks, but sorry, I’m
expecting someone.” She smiled her firm, polite smile
then let him know with her eyes that she meant it.
With a nod, the guy retreated back to his buddies at a nearby
table.
Mara took another long pull on her straw, draining her glass,
and an ice headache threatened. What the hell was taking them
so long to move in? Restlessly, she stretched her neck and checked
out the décor. This bar was the latest in historical
reproductions. The synth walls were uneven brown slabs, supposedly
like massive plants that had been cut and nailed together. Old
names written in glowing tube lighting were scattered behind
the bar. Her favorite was one the same color as her Molten drink.
It read “Miller Time.” Whatever that was. Maybe
it was the frustrating amount of time between the Copied Captains
giving her yummy drinks and getting their big firm bodies over
here. She stole a look at the men.
The scarred guy was looking back at her, fucking her with his
gaze, while his longer-haired twin berated him with an angry
scowl furrowing his brows. Mara could guess what they were fighting
about now. She angled her crossed legs higher, revealing more
toned thigh, and draped her arm along the back of the tall chair,
exposing her generous breasts. She stared at the bottles lining
the wall behind the counter, licked her lips with lazy confidence,
and waited some more. Unfortunately, the wait began to feel
less predatory agent-in-waiting, and more flat-out sexual anticipation.
The Molten Blue sizzled down her throat.
She felt them before she saw them, two hot bodies bracketing
her on either side. Standing as tall as she did, she appreciated
large men. The scarred captain slid onto the stool on her left.
His shaggy-haired mate asked permission. “Is this seat
taken?”
She inclined her head. “Please, sit.”
The very vibration of the air changed with their commanding
presences surrounding her. Her nipples tingled and her sex clenched
in response to their proximity. Mara sat up straighter on her
stool, squeezing her thighs tight.
Double your fun.
