Saturday, April 2, 2011

Coming Monday ~ Locked In: Wicked Missions 1

Locked In
Wicked Missions 1
By: Elizabeth Raines | Other books by Elizabeth Raines
Categories: Erotic Romance, Futuristic, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction
Word Count: 24,353
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.

AVAILABLE: Monday, April 4th

[#370 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements]

Leesa Bouchard hires pilots and fellow wranglers Cain Hammel and Geoff Adams to share her lucrative mission—to bring the Dreaming Death virus from the barren planet of Charos in the war torn Rhotan System to Virus Initiative Corporation on Earth.

On their return flight, they’re arrested for smuggling an “illegal” virus, despite their insistence they were hired for the job. The sentence? Quarantine—thirty days for Leesa to spend with the two men she’s fantasized about for the entire mission. As they explore their mutual attraction and nurture their growing affection, she finds herself the target of a government investigation into who contracted her to collect the deadly virus. Evidence points to terrorists from the Rhotan System who might be targeting Earth.

Can Cain and Geoff help Leesa clear her name and protect her when a government agent wants to use her as bait to capture the terrorists?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Elizabeth Raines is a Siren-exclusive author.

Available in: HTML, Mobipocket, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, EPUB
Price: $4.99

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Cover Art by Les Byerley



Cain growled at the A.A. agent who slapped the restraints on his wrists. Dressed in a protective bodysuit, the agent turned his attention to Leesa, roughly pulling her wrists behind her back. Bad enough he and Geoff were being shackled. They sure didn’t need to put those things on a woman. “Do you have to use the handcuffs on her?”

She was shoved over between him and Geoff. Each man took a step in front of her, shielding her with their bodies. “Easy, boys,” she whispered. “I’m fine.” A quiet chuckle. “Not the first time I’ve been in cuffs, although last time was a helluva lot more fun.”

Cain grinned at her pluck, glancing over to see a smirk on Geoff’s face as well.

The A.A. officials were searching the Summer Wind with a fine-tooth comb. They looked like aliens in their silver bodysuits that protected them from any kind of contaminants. When a crash echoed from inside the ship, Geoff’s grin quickly changed to a scowl. “I don’t know what you think you’re gonna find!” he shouted. “We don’t smuggle! We have a contract with Viral Initiative Corporation!”

Leesa leaned against Geoff, rubbing her cheek against his upper arm and whispering softly, “We’ll fix it, honey. Whatever they break on your ship, we’ll fix it.”

Funny, Cain hadn’t thought about how small she was, how fragile she appeared as she stood there, trying to comfort an enraged Geoff. And her efforts actually seemed to be working. The scowl eased, and he tipped his body closer to hers. Cain inched closer, and it only took a moment before Leesa looked up at him with those big, hazel eyes and gave him a lopsided grin. “It’s only stuff, baby.”

Honey. Baby. Pet names? His heart skipped a beat at the notion of her returning the affection he and his lover held for her. Now wasn’t exactly the proper time to ask.

The A.A. officer tilted his head as if listening to the communicator in his ear, and then a slow, wicked smile spread over his face. He stared at the trio through his mask and sneered, “Gotcha. They found your contraband.”

“We don’t have contraband,” Geoff said with another growl.

“Yeah, that’s what they all say,” the agent replied. “Let’s see what my buddies bring out of your ship.”

As if on cue, two A.A. agents descended the ramp to the cargo hold. One of them held the container full of the venom they’d milked from the thanatos lizards.

“You brought an unregistered virus with you,” the A.A. agent with the container announced.

“It’s not unregistered,” Leesa insisted. “We were contracted by V.I.C. for the dreaming death virus. V.I.C. was supposed to file the paperwork so we could land on Earth and transfer that container to them for their research.”

The agent shook his head. “V.I.C. says they didn’t send you to Charos. Hell, not much coming in from the Rhotan System is allowed yet, not even most immigrants. You stupid wranglers think you can sneak illegal shit past us? Guess again.”

“I had a contract!” she said, stomping her foot.

“Sorry,” the agent replied. “You approached Earth with an unregistered virus. Time to pay the price.”

“Oh, God… You know what this means?” Leesa shifted her gaze between the men before she doubled over as if someone had struck her in the gut.

“Lees?” Cain asked. “What’s—” He didn’t have to ask what was wrong. He knew. “Quarantine.”

“Oh, fuck,” Geoff said. “I hate quarantine.”

Her shoulders started to shake as a sob rose from her. “I…can’t…stay here. Not…in one of…” Her words tapered off to a choked, painful moan.

Cain felt helpless. He leaned down and whispered, “It’ll be okay, Leesa. It’ll be okay.” With his hands bound behind his back, he couldn’t even reach out to rub her back, let alone take her into his arms.

“What’s wrong with her?” Geoff asked.

“She’s claustrophobic,” Cain replied, rubbing his chin on her hair, wishing he could give her some kind of comfort. “Really claustrophobic.”

“But if we’re in quarantine… It’s so small.” The last word was a whisper.

“I know.”

Leesa rose to her full height, her eyes wide with panic. She took several steps toward the closest A.A. agent. “Stasis!” she screamed. “You have to put me in fucking stasis instead!”

“Can’t,” the agent replied, his voice calm despite her near hysteria. “Gotta see if you got anything nasty from those lizards, and viruses don’t develop in stasis.”

Geoff stepped forward to put himself between Leesa and the silver suit. “We milked those things for a month. We have a contract to get their dreaming death virus. You can’t quarantine us for a virus we had permission to wrangle, especially when we didn’t get infected. Scan us. Do we look fucking paralyzed to you?”

“Paralyzed? Shit, we’d be dead if one of those things bit us,” Cain added.

The agent stubbornly shook his head. “Can’t find any evidence of a contract. And med scans won’t pick up exotic viruses. You guys are on lockdown for thirty days. You wrangled a restricted virus. That’s automatic quarantine. You’re lucky we don’t take your fucking ship, too.”

“Thirty days?” A groan slipped out of Leesa, and her legs buckled until she knelt on the floor. “Put me in stasis… please!”

“Can’t,” the A.A. drone replied.

“We had a contract,” Cain insisted, stepping over to Leesa’s side. She leaned against his leg, and he could feel her trembling. “Check with V.I.C.!”

“Already told you, we did. V.I.C. says they’ve never heard of you.”

“Lees,” Cain asked, “who contracted you?”

She blinked a few times as if trying to search her memory. “Harris Streeter.”

“Hear that?” Cain said to the agent. “Contact Harris Streeter at V.I.C.”

The agent punched a few things into his communicator before he turned to walk away.

“I’ll die,” Leesa whispered. “If they put me in a quarantine pod, I’ll die."

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