is out now with Siren Publishing. If you
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Congratulations Maia on your hot new story!
Keiko Saito is
having the worst day of her life — but it also happens to be the best. The same
day she learns of her brother’s death and her need to return to Japan, she
discovers that the feelings she has harbored for two men for almost two years
Logan and Cooper
Anderson have known that Keiko was their mate from the first moment they
met. They hired her for their business
and planned to steal her heart at the same time. Their idea to take it slow is shot to hell
when she learns of her brother’s death.
They are together for one night, one perfect night when they allow their
feelings for each other to dictate their actions. When they awake the next
morning, their mate is gone.
Can Cooper and
Logan find their mate in time to save her from the future she fears, or will
they lose her before she can ever truly be theirs?
“You bellowed?” Keiko inquired dryly.
Both men’s facial expressions changed in the same instant. Logan’s face slipped
into its usual scowl and Cooper grinned at her. Both men started to talk at
once, asking questions until Keiko lifted her hand and whistled loud and
shrill. This was a skill she had perfected since coming to work at ACE and it
came in handy when both men required her help. “As developed as my ability to
multi-task is, and to be fair it is definitely higher than most and that is why
you headhunted me for this job in the first place and pay me what you do, I
have yet to master the ability to conduct two conversations at the same time.”
“Sorry, Kei,” Cooper said with a grin that told her he was anything but.
She shook her head and cast a slight look to the heavens for patience.
“Now, Logan the Jenkins file still holds the status of pending, so it will be
on the shared drive.” She held her hand up to stop him when it looked like he
was about to interrupt. “Until that contract has been verified and the retainer
has cleared, it will stay pending. Look in the commercial builds folder on that
drive and there is a folder titled Jenkins.” Logan clicked his mouse a couple
of times and then gave her the quick thumbs-up that he had what he needed.
“Cooper, there is nothing wrong with the spreadsheet I sent you. Have
you changed anything in the master data and not transposed the same formula?”
Cooper got a sheepish look on his face as he tapped away on his keyboard
for a moment. When he looked up from his screen, his grin was firmly in place
again. “Yep, that is exactly what I did. Again. Sorry, Kei. What would we do
without you?” He was the only person in the world that shortened her name, and
she secretly loved it.
She nodded her head in response, then turned to look between the two
men. “Will there be anything else tonight, gentlemen?”
“No, thanks, Keiko,” Logan said with a small smile and her heart
stuttered at the intense look he suddenly got in his eyes. For some reason, it
made her think of the way a predator would observe its prey. His look said he
wanted to devour her, and she was only too willing to be devoured. She
swallowed audibly and felt a gush of heat between her legs.
Giving them a wide, and hopefully not too fake a smile, Keiko nodded.
“Great! Then have a good night and I will see you both in the morning.”
Spinning on her three-inch heel, Keiko strode from the office pausing only long
enough to grab her jacket and purse, then left. She took the elevator down from
the top floor, buzzing her way out the door and into the muggy air of a Texas
She told herself as she walked the three blocks to her bus stop that
there was no way that Logan or Cooper could tell that she had basically
drenched her own panties in front of them. She would simply lie down and die of
mortification if they ever knew how easily they turned her on. By the time she
had reached the bus stop, and her phone started ringing, she had convinced
herself that her secret was safe and that they had no clue.
* * * *
“Jesus Christ,” Logan groaned as their office manager scampered from
their office and out to the elevators so fast she basically left skid marks on
the carpet. “Did you smell that?” Logan turned to his brother and from the mask
of barely controlled need etched on his face, it was clear that Cooper had
caught it as well.
Cooper closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again. “You’re damn fucking
skippy I smelled that. Keiko saw something in the look you gave her that she
definitely liked. Her breathing rate increased, I could see the pulse at the
base of her neck start beating wildly, and the sweet, sweet musk of her arousal
fucking filled this office.” Eyes opening, he turned to look at Logan, and
Logan could see his eyes flickering green to black, which spoke of how close he
was to losing control to his bear. “Our mate is needy and not going to her and
fulfilling that need is fucking killing my bear.”
Logan nodded. He understood exactly what Cooper was saying. Hell, his
own bear was pacing impatiently within him, roaring his desire to chase their
mate and claim her as theirs, but they had to show some restraint and control.
There were issues they had to sort through before they claimed their mate, not
least of which was explaining the fact to her that they had the ability to
shift into half-ton bears with nothing more than a thought, and were members of
the Greenspoint bear sloth. That tended to be one hell of a precursor to
telling someone she was destined to be the love of their lives
“The first day you stepped into our office, you wore this pale blue
blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons.” As he spoke, Cooper reached out and
gently began to slide the buttons of the white silk blouse she wore now through
the buttonholes. “I wanted nothing more than to remove that shirt, button by
button and expose the beautiful expanse of skin I knew hid beneath it.” He
matched his words with his actions, gently opening the blouse, pulling it
gently from the waistband of the skirt she wore.
The breath caught in Cooper’s throat at the sight of the white demi bra
that she wore that pushed her breasts up, plumping them slightly at the top.
Unable to resist, Logan leaned in and looked over her shoulder, getting
the full effect of the fantastic things this particular bra did for her
breasts. “Sweet mother of God,” Logan murmured as he reached up to slip the
blouse from her shoulders. “If I knew you had a penchant for wearing sexy as
all fuck underwear like this under those suits of yours, we would have been
here a hell of a lot sooner.”
Cooper took a deep breath to try to curb the desire building within him
at an astonishing rate. “You were wearing a dark blue pencil skirt with that
blouse, and I loved the way it clung to every sweet curve.” Cooper dropped to
his knees in front of her, and the sweet scent of her arousal filled the air.
The waistband of her skirt loosened and Cooper knew that Logan had released the
button and zip at the back. “Now, normally, I’m the kind of guy that rips the
wrapping paper off my presents and prefers to dive straight into dessert. But
in this case, I’m willing to wait a few seconds more than I want to, because I
have the feeling that bra you’re wearing might be part of a set, designed to
drive a man insane.”
Gently, he gripped the edge of her skirt and slid it over the luscious
curve of her hips, and then let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in
just her underwear, and Cooper growled at the barely there panties their woman
was wearing. He looked up at the goddess who stood before him and nearly
swallowed his tongue.
Gently he ran his hands up the backs of her legs. He groaned when he got
to the naked globes of her ass. “You wear G-strings? Logan’s right, if we knew
about these we would have been here a hell of a lot faster.” Unable to wait
another minute, he gently stripped the small scrap of lace from her beautifully
bare pussy and then tugged her hips toward him. “Lean back, love. Rest your
shoulders on Logan’s chest.” He watched as she complied, noticing that Logan
had stripped the bra from her, and removed his own shirt. His hands cupped her
breasts, his thumbs strumming her dark nipples, and a rosy red shade of arousal
had swept across Keiko’s chest and up her neck.
“I’m gonna taste you now, love.” Cooper gently lifted her left leg to
place it on his shoulder, trusting his brother to hold her strong all the while
looking up into her lust-glazed eyes and grinned. “Feel free to scream for me.”
Then he placed his mouth right over her very wet pussy, listening to her sweet
cry of shocked pleasure, and swept his tongue through the hot liquid that had
pooled there, pulling it into his mouth. Her flavor was sweet and salty and so
fucking addictive he knew she was going to quickly become his favorite meal.
Then he settled in to drive her crazy. He took the sounds she made as verbal
clues, telling him what she liked and how she liked to be pleasured.
When he swept the flat of his tongue up and over her swollen clit, she
thrust her hips forward with a cry. When he gently slid his finger up inside
her hot, tight pussy, she shuddered and gripped his hair, which he liked a lot,
but it was when he combined the two together that had her screaming his name as
she shattered against his tongue. Growling softly, he lapped up every drop of
cream her body rewarded him with, loving her through the first orgasm of many
he was determined to give her tonight.
As he pulled back he felt the last sliver of his heart, the part he held
back in case all their plans went to hell, slide away and join the rest, completely
and utterly with her.
Q: Every book is special to an author. What is it about this book that makes it
special for you?
A: Every book is special, and I love all that I have written and the ones
I have yet to write! But this one is
special because it brings in a little Japanese element that means a lot to
me. I lived in Japan for three years and
it is a language and culture that is near and dear to me.
Sometimes things happen when you are writing a series that wasn’t
expected at all. Have you had this
happen to you?
A: Heaps! I am not a planner. I am a write-by-the-set-of-your-panties kinda
girl. There have been moments where I
will finish up a scene and be like WTF?
I did not see that coming!
Is that why you always include a danger element to your books?
A. I write what I love to
read. I love books that take you on a
journey, but where the characters face a challenge that adds an element of
urgency to them and to the book. As a
reader, there is nothing I like more than getting that goose bump, hair rising
on the back of my neck feeling as I join the characters within the book I am
reading on the journey to solve their mystery.
I want to give that to my readers.
What are you working on at the moment?
A. I have quite a few WIPS on the
go at any one time. Right now I am
working on book 9 ni my Grey River series, book three in my Sniper Team Bravo
series, a collaboration work I have on the go with Sarah Marsh and Elena
Kincaid and a couple of stand alones that had caught my muse’s interest.
Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that
haven’t yet read you work?
A. If you have read any of my
books, thank you so very much! It blows
my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope
you enjoyed it! Did you? Please let me know, I find I suffer from a
slight case of needy-nelly with my writing.
If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between
strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after
can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love
and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New
Zealand. She married her best friend and
they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has
filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more
books. Her love of erotic paranormal
romance has seen her amass a huge library.
She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read
her first book in this genre about three years ago.
In January of 2015, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript
to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all
confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely
worded email with a resounding no! Much
to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed
contract in hand. Since then she has
also been published by Evernight Publishing and is loving every minute of it.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to
cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but
she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.
She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international
stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have
the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full
time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her
writing in when she can. As long as
someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and
much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!