Marshals' Most Wanted,   by Raina James


ISBN 10 (E-Book): 1-60601-697-0

ISBN 10 (Print): 1-60601-698-9 (Jun 2010)

Publisher: Siren Publishing's Menage Amour

Release Date: Jan. 22, 2010

Length: 24,800 words

Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Western

Kink Factor: m/f/m

Formats: Print and e-book *

Buy Now!

Buy from Buy from Buy from Barnes & Noble

Galactic Marshals and bond-brothers Stev and Tarik Lan Garron are hot on the trail of a gang notorious for knocking off casinos and jackpots. Their investigation leads them to Jokers Wild, a backwater planet whose one claim to fame is a high-stakes poker tournament that attracts high-rollers from across the galaxy. Stev and Tarik go undercover, determined to take the Rogan Gang out of the game.

The one thing they didn't bet on was meeting the woman destined to be their shared mate.

Hope Kennedy doesn't know what she's getting into when she agrees to give off-worlders Stev and Tarik a taste of life on a ranch. All she knows is her family must bring in the tourists to save the Bar-K from financial ruin. Her way of life is about to change, and she doesn't much like it -- or them, no matter how sexy they are.

That all changes when Stev and Tarik's alien pheromones push Hope into an all-consuming, impossible-to-refuse sexual heat that only the virile Geminus males can satisfy. Stev and Tarik are more than up to the task of showing Hope that she's these Marshals' Most Wanted.

Tasty Treats 6


• Read Mild Excerpt

Stev woke when a chilling blast of pre-dawn air accompanied the loss of warmth along one side of his body. The sleeping bag dropped back over him, and he was left looking at Hope's long, bare legs striding away. She bent down to scoop something up off the ground, and he got an even more interesting look at her rear in the golden morning light. The first sun had begun to make its appearance for the day. Its sister spheres wouldn't be far behind.

Sadly, the long-sleeved shirt Hope dropped over her head and tugged down her torso fell several inches below her sweetly curved buttocks.

Beside him, Tarik turned over onto his back and put his forearm over his face as he unsuccessfully stifled a yawn, also managing to steal the rest of the sleeping bag from his bond-brother. Stev glared and reclaimed his share of it, but not before a shiver raised a rash of gooseflesh on his exposed skin.

The whisper of fabric drew his eyes back across the sullenly glowing coals of the fire pit in time to see Hope pull her pants over her hips and secure the zipper and button with agitated motions.

Then she rummaged briefly in her gear, pulled out her rifle, cocked it in their direction--"Whoa!" Stev rolled to his feet, while Tarik mumbled a confused, "Wha-?"--and fired.

The low-tech bullet hit dirt several feet away, far enough to let him know she had no intention of hitting either him or Tarik. Either that, or she was a piss-poor shot. Somehow, he doubted it.

"Now, Hope," he began.

She cut him off. "Yes, Stev, now. Start talking. What the hell happened last night?"

"The zusha--"

"Yeah, some kind of mating heat on your planet. So you said. But we aren't on your planet, and I sure as hell am not one of your females."

Tarik propped himself up on his elbows but did nothing more than look back and forth between them, a spectator following an interesting sport.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Stev 'pathed.

"Nah, you got it."

• Read Adult Excerpt    (WARNING! Explicit adult content!)

Following the men?s urging, Hope lay down. Her fingers dug restlessly into the pallet. Almost by accident, one hand stroked her hip. Liking the sensation, she brought both hands to her waist and glided unsteady fingers up her sides, tripping over each rib until she reached her breasts. A masculine groan stopped her exploration. Tarik placed her hands back on the pallet at her sides.

?Shalla, let us do this.?

?If you don?t, I doubt I?ll last,? Stev warned.

Gently, almost reverently, Tarik kissed her. Stev did the same, his lips trembling with barely leashed passion under the chaste caress. ?If we can?t treat you with the honor that is yours by right tonight, at least allow us to pleasure you, shalla,? he said.

Tarik began with sipping kisses over her mouth and cheeks, along her brow and against her eyelids. Hope followed like an eager bird, hungry for more, until she found herself on her side, facing him. Tarik steadied her with a wide palm on her hip, urging her closer. Hope purred as the hard length of his cock prodded her belly. When she reached to take his heavy erection in her hand, he bit off a curse. He sank into her lips, easing his tongue beyond her teeth to play and tease.

Stev lifted the hair away from Hope?s neck and began his own sensual assault. His lips glided over her nape, then moved to graze the thin skin behind her ears. Unconsciously, her hand tightened on Tarik?s cock, her thumb sweeping unerringly over the flared tip, sliding in the slippery pre-cum that trickled from it. He growled and angled his hips away, but his mouth devoured hers.

Stev?s mouth explored Hope?s back, pausing at each bump of her spine. His hands moved in sweeping caresses, shaping her waist and hips. Hope squirmed when he kissed the soft flesh at the base of her spine. He chuckled darkly. Apparently delighted to find one of her particular erogenous zones, he lingered. His tongue traced damp patterns on her hot flesh. The cooling effect of the night air heightened the sensation as she tipped her chin back to let Tarik?s lips leave her mouth and trail over her throat and the tops of her breasts.

All inhibitions gone, she did little more than startle when Stev moved even lower to cup her ass in kneading palms. He bit her buttock gently, and soothed the sting with a laving lick of his tongue. Then he did it again. Hope whimpered. How could she not have known she would so enjoy the bite of pain with the lick of pleasure?

Their caresses had an odd, calming effect on her senses. The more they touched her, the more she seemed to come back to herself. Despite the sound of a distant mental alarm that warned she was behaving wholly unlike herself, the thrall of this passion, this zusha, was too seductive. Hope wanted more.

Tarik sucked her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, silencing her alarm. With a suggestive rhythm, he sucked the stiffened flesh with deep pulls, tickling the tip with feather taps of his tongue. He released her nipple with a wet pop and moved to her other breast.

Hooking a hand under her knee, Tarik guided it over his hip. Immediately, Stev slid questing fingers over her dripping slit. Hope cried out.

?Shalla,? Tarik whispered against her breast, voice harsh. His hand tightened on her knee, trapping it against his waist. The position forced his cock against her mound, and he pumped against her. Growling, he stopped and attacked her breast with new ferocity.

Stev played his fingers over and around her clit, circling the aroused nub with frustrating brevity. Helplessly, Hope pressed against him in an effort to force a harder touch. Instead, his fingers left her aching and wet.

Shock held her motionless when Stev parted the cheeks of her ass and gave her a long, slow lick. His tongue fluttered against the tight bud of her anus. She wriggled in discomfort, not from the caress, but from the strangeness of it. Torn by spiking pleasure and embarrassment, she tried to shift away, only to come up against Tarik?s sweat slicked chest. There was nowhere to go.

?Hope, it?s okay,? Stev said as his fingers continued to play distractingly between her legs and Tarik nuzzled her neck. ?Rik and I know exactly what you need. Never be shy with us, shalla. Nothing is forbidden between bondmates.?

Lust swelled inside her, and with it a corresponding drop in her awareness and inhibitions. Hope raised her chin to lure Tarik into another soul stealing kiss. She stroked his cock, trapping it between her hand and stomach. She did no more than whimper when Stev again slid his tongue against her anus. When he gently breached the tight seal with the tip of his thumb, she tilted her hips invitingly.

Stev rewarded her with renewed strokes along her throbbing clit.

Hope was getting desperate for release.

At last, finally, Tarik let her guide him where she craved him most. She tipped his cock down until it rested between her swollen lower lips. Stev obligingly moved his hand so his bond-brother could slide his cock back and forth along her dripping channel. Hope tightened her leg around his waist. Tarik buried his face in the tangled hair along her shoulder, where the sound of his chuffing, uneven breaths drove her lust higher.

With one final caress of his tongue, Stev moved up to align his body with hers, chest to back, hips to buttocks. Carefully, he guided his cock into the valley of her ass until its rounded head nudged her anus.

Hope moaned.

While Tarik lightly flexed his hips, driving his cock along her increasingly wet slit, Stev grasped her hip and began to press forward. Infinitesimally slow, he eased ahead, the pressure against her hidden rosebud building and building. All at once, he was inside. Stev halted, the very tip of his cock held tight in her virgin rear passage. His fingers moved on her hip and she sensed he wanted to hold her tightly but feared hurting her. The roughness of his night beard rasped against the nape of her neck.

Hope was distantly surprised by how much she wanted him to continue. Blindly, she reached back and sank her fingers into Stev?s thigh and gave a demanding tug. He grunted and uttered a deep groan.

?No, shalla,? he said, the words rumbling from deep in his chest. ?It will hurt too much this first time. Please. Be patient. You?ll get your relief.?

• Read Reviews

Rebecca from "Love Romances & More" gives this title 3.5 Hearts:

"This story is an interesting blend of futuristic sci-fi, old west cowboy, and shoot 'em up thriller."

©2017 Raina James | Site Design by Atomec Productions