Warning: Adult Content!
Title:
Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush
Author:
T. C. Archer
Genre:
Science fiction, Erotica
Publisher:
Loose Id
Ebook
Words:
35,000
Purchase:
Book
Description
"Enforcer
Fontana Marks is on vacation undercover until she has to testify
against the Track Cartel for crimes against the Galactic Coalition.
But the cartel is hiding something, and Fontana intends to find out
what--then make them pay for murdering Jenny, the young scientist
Fontana failed to protect on a previous assignment.
The last
thing Fontana intends to do while vacationing incognito on the
fantasy resort Sagitariun is follow the advice of her superior.
"Rest, recuperate, and find a man."
But how
can a woman resist a blond, blue-eyed, chisel-jawed, great-assed man
streaking naked in public when he's obviously running from someone?
And why can't she to get rid of the damned trench coat she stole to
rescue him?"
Excerpt:
The
man shifted, and the loose-fitting white shirt went taut across his
broad shoulders. Memory of his tanned skin and steel muscle hit like
a thunderbolt, and Fontana’s stomach did a flip.
He
grinned, a sure sign he knew he was being viewed through a one-way
door. Desire rippled through her on a slow, sure wave that promised
heart-stopping pleasure. She’d known good-looking men. Ray, her
last serious relationship five years ago, had been gorgeous. She’d
been mad for him, but the man standing outside her door had a quality
about him that made her want to snuggle up against him and fall
asleep.
Fontana
snorted. Her body would disagree. Right now that part of her throbbed
with an insistent desire to bed him—hard. Maybe then
the flutter in her heart would have a say, and she’d fall asleep
wrapped in his arms. That would be a welcome change to the sleepless
nights she’d spent since Jenny’s death. It would be a temporary
fix, but she could use at least one good night’s rest.
She
sighed. First she’d better deal with the damned raincoat and find
out how the naked man had escaped the shock troopers. Then there was
the little matter of how he’d found out where she was staying.
Fontana
rose and smoothed the form-fitting blouse and poly-cotton slacks she
wore. “Open door,” she said, and the door dematerialized.
His
stare slid down her body, and her nipples tightened to a delicious
discomfort—and one he couldn’t miss under the millipore fabric of
her top.
“Well,
Mr. Long John.”
His
blue eyes returned to her face. “Long John?”
She
stepped aside and motioned him in. “Last time I saw you, your long
johnson was standing at attention.”
He
entered, and the door rematerialized behind him. “Give him a
minute, and he’ll be at your command again.”
“What
are you doing here?”
He
wrapped an arm around her waist. “You said to look you up.”
She
spun out of his grasp and backed up. “How did you find me?”
“Spacer
Jack’s is brimming with information.”
He
was right. She’d figured that out the first time she’d walked in.
Even a benign resort like Club Sagitariun had a dark side. Proof
stood right in front of her in all its masculine glory. No. All his
masculine glory had been long, hard, and ready to go in the alley.
Damn shock troopers. Ten more minutes and she would have had a quick
hard ride on his steel rod.
He
continued to advance.
She
retreated. “Where’s my raincoat?”
He
grasped her hand. “What do you need with a man’s raincoat?”
“The
owner is looking for it.”
“Forget
about him.” He stepped closer.
“Can’t.”
“I
came to thank you for the coat. Let me buy you breakfast.”
Some
offer—and not what she had in mind for jump-starting a morning that
had begun four hours ago for her.
“It’s
not my coat,” she said.
“We’ll
find the owner and thank him—later. We have some unfinished
business.”
Heat
radiated from his body. Her pulse sped up. The smile at the corners
of his mouth deepened. Her calves made contact with the bed. He
stepped closer, grasped her hand, and pressed her palm over his
heart.
Fontana
ignored the warmth spreading through her and locked gazes with him.
“What did those shock troopers want?”
He
shrugged. “Never found out.”
“They
never caught you.”
“I
had to elude them so I could be here.”
That
had a certain logic she liked.
His
fingers gently tightened over the hand still pressed against his
heart. “You’ve got my heart beating like crazy.”
She
noted the hard muscle of his chest, under which only a regular
heartbeat thumped, and pulled her hand away. “It’s not nice to
lie.”
“I’m
hurt.”
She
wanted to laugh. He actually did look hurt.
“Don’t
tell me you’ve forgotten all that we’ve shared,” he said.
Now
she did laugh. Fontana was startled at the unexpected relief she
felt. She hadn’t laughed since setting foot on Rigil IV. He cut off
her thoughts by pulling her against him. His mouth crashed down onto
hers. The hard ridge of his arousal dug into her stomach. She could
almost believe she had a special effect on him. Almost.
But that erection was just a little too ready—a little too eager—to
belong to anyone but a working man.
About
the Author:
T. C.
Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn
M. Casey. They live in the Northeast.
Evan
puts his Ph.D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and
Shawn channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her
wasted youth into writing about exotic places and times.
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