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Blood and Passion: The Cure


Title: Blood and Passion: The Cure

By: Nix Winter

Genre: menage, f/m/m/m, vampires, sci-fi

Link: http://1romanceebooks.com/vampires-/-werewolves/blood-and-passion-the-cure/prod_2404.html

Blurb:

She wasn't expecting vampires. She wasn't expecting a beautiful man with an intoxicating hunger. Summer is happy to have found a family aboard the Delta T. Her lovers, Mike and Andy, are very happy to have her. The plague of New Rome is very far away, five hundred years in their past. There are many dangers in space and it may be all she can do to keep her three boys safe and all to herself. What her lovers want to do is protect her. It will take blood and passion to protect the cure.



"Summer, we have a blip on the horizon," Andy said. "Mike thinks it's probably something man-made. Should we burn enough to pick it up?"

Summer looked up from the very detailed map for the world they were headed to. Her ship, the Delta T, had been her father's mining ship. It had then been her brother's, but now it was hers. She hadn't even known she had family before the ship became her inheritance. Andy and Mike had come with it. They were the best family she'd ever had.

She smiled. Her hair was short, vibrantly red and naturally curly. Pert and full breasts under the thin shipside shirt gave her soft curves and a promise of a very feminine form.

They'd been in space transit for six months, which seemed like a very long time to her. Most people people were either born to space or they took to space in ships that simulated ancient luxury liners. She'd been a customer service representative the day she inherited the ship. Space, mining, even laying out surveying satellites for the government had seemed very good.

Andy smiled back at her, his strong arms across his chest, comfortable, confident, very gentle and caring. His family had been spacers going back farther than he could count. That heritage gave him violet hair and pale eyes. She knew his arms were strong. She'd always heard that spacers were weak, but Andy was stronger than any man she'd ever been touched by. "Is the dark bothering you again," he asked, voice deep and commanding.

She bit her lip slightly. "It never really goes away, except when you and Mike are holding me."

"It'll get better, I promise," he said as he crossed from the open doorway to wrap his arms around her. He kissed her neck, smiled, nibbled her ear. "How bad can a disorder be if orgasms make it all better?"

She blushed brilliantly, pressing back against him. "It doesn't bother you at all? That we're so far away from solid ground and there's nothing except empty space around us?"

"Maybe it did, a long time ago, but even if it did, you came aboard and nothing has bothered me since." He promised.

She turned in his arms, shivering as her nipples brushed against his chest, with only thin cloth between them. "You had Mike."

"I still have Mike," Andy vowed, "but now we both have you. His little blip can wait for a few minutes. We can't have the darkness bothering you!"

"It does diminish my reasoning," she said, letting him lift her up. "You smell so good!"

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