Cruise Into
Eden
Blurb:
After eleven years of forced abstinence, television Sci-fi employee
and IT geek Erin Danielson, boards a nude cruise in the hopes of finally
getting lucky. It seems her luck has changed when two handsome men with ripped
bodies, enticing accents, and hearts of gold invite her into their stateroom.
But if this erotic ménage seems too good to be true, then…
Nassic Wild and Wareson Night hail from the planet Eden,
where women are scarce, and their mission is simple—meet the woman they’ve been
waiting for for the last eleven years, bond with her and take her home. At
first all goes according to plan as they pleasure her with their bodies and their
special abilities. But when their best intentions lead to the worst results
they lose her, along with their hearts.
Now they must find a way to woo her back or return to Eden with
no hope for the future.
Excerpt:
She
glanced at Ware, who now sat on the lounge chair next to her rubbing lotion on
his bulging biceps. Above those massive muscles on his right shoulder was what
looked like natural beauty marks, but they were in an odd shape, two dots in a
row above three dots in a row. Despite the fact the man was as dark as someone
from Greece, they stood out clearly. How odd.
She stared
as Ware protected his skin, all of
his skin. The man had no tan lines. He was a bit bigger than Nase, and broader,
but not by much. He still hadn’t said anything, and she suddenly wanted to hear
his voice. “Have you taken a nude cruise before?”
He stilled
mid-rub and looked at her. His gaze was intense and now that he was next to
her, she could see his eyes were a forest green. Absolutely breathtaking,
though it could have been her anticipation of his voice that had her holding
her breath.
“No. This
is our first one.”
The
deepness of his tone wrapped around her like a cocoon that she never wanted to
leave. His accent was heavier, but from where? The tension she felt around Nase
disappeared with Ware, which left her clearheaded enough to remember the two
men were a couple and she had no right to ogle them. “This is my first one,
too. Though I’m not sure I will ever get into the ‘nude’ part.” She forced
herself to stop staring at Ware’s perfect male body. She closed her eyes and
lay back on her lounge.
“Why?”
The dark,
sensuous voice slid over her skin again, and she could feel him looking at her.
No, not looking, exploring her with his sight. She opened her eyes and watched
him. Every place he viewed suddenly became sensitized, as if he had lightly run
his fingers along her body. She swore she could feel his gaze as it traveled
across her stomach, up her ribs, over her breasts, along her neck, and through
her hair until she found his eyes riveted on hers. “Why?”
“Yes. Why
would you not allow your body to enjoy the sun fully?”
She pushed
her hair behind her ear. “I… I—It’s
hard to explain.”
He cocked
his head and stared intently at her.
Obviously
her answer had not satisfied him. “I’m guessing you are not American. In my
country, we wear clothes all the time. It’s what we’re used to. I know there
are a few countries that are more open about nakedness, but I’m not from
those.”
“I believe
many of the people on this ship are from America.”
Erin was
too focused on the extra emphasis he left on the final letter “a” in “America”
to at first grasp his point. When she did, she flushed. “True, but I never knew
they existed. This is all very new to me. I just learned last night why there
are piles of towels in the main areas of the boat. I guess everyone is supposed
to use them to sit on if they are nude. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot more about
this by the end of the week.”
As if her
answer had pleased him, he went back to rubbing lotion on his dark body. She
couldn’t help but watch as he finished covering his hard stomach, but as his
hand dipped between his legs, she closed her eyes tight.
Bio:
Lexi Post spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. Lexi feels there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great literature for her sexy love stories. Her books are known as "erotic romance with a whole lot of story."
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat (unless she is going incognito).
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