Night Visions

(Night 4)

Menage Everlasting: Contemporary Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense Romance, MFM, HEA

Serena Abbott had promised to marry Ian and Alastair Wyndham, who not only accepted her psychic abilities, but could help her deal with the darkness that came with them.

Her own screams woke her when she dreamed of murders, but the vision of one of her lovers betraying her with another woman proved more than she could bear.

Alarmed and fearing for peace of mind, Ian and Alastair Wyndham fought to push away the lingering horror while Ian struggled with her belief that he would betray her.

Hurt at her mistrust, Ian tried to convince her that her vision was wrong, but with a serial killer on the loose, one who targeted women who looked like Serena, he knew that he’d just have to let her see the truth for herself.

When the vision played out in front of her, she found herself at the mercy of the killer, her connection to Ian the only thing that could save her.


Ian holed himself up in his office for the rest of the afternoon and evening, avoiding both Alastair and Serena.

In his present mood, he thought it best to stay away from Serena, the urge to bend her over and take her from behind again, to brand her as his, far too tempting for his peace of mind.

Grateful for the vision that brought her to them, Ian scraped a hand through his hair and went to the window, staring out into the darkness.

He loved her.

Just the thought of it scared the hell out of him, but he was realistic enough to know that he wouldn’t have changed that fact even if he’d wanted to.

His possessiveness grew by the day, but her easy acceptance that their relationship wouldn’t last heightened it to the point that he wanted to imprint himself on her in a way she would never forget.

Jealous of Alastair’s ease with her, Ian went to the small bar between the bookshelves and poured himself a straight whiskey.

Alastair had made the discovery that he could shield her from the thoughts of others, allowing her to be out in public for the first time in years.

It had taken a lot of practice and nerve-wracking frustration, but Ian had finally been able to shield her from the thoughts of others.

Over time, he did it with more ease, but it annoyed him that Alastair was better at it.

Serena, however, had grown stronger and rarely needed them to block her anymore.

I don’t need you, Ian.

She could protect herself from the thoughts of others now.

I don’t need you, Ian.

She’d needed him, however, when her dreams had become dangerous, but it appeared that her mind had found a way to protect her by placing her in the position of the murderer instead of the victim.

Ian smiled to himself. He was the first to be able to get into her dreams—her visions—her nightmares.

He still didn’t understand how he’d known how to get to her, but when he’d realized that she was having one of her nightmares and that she couldn’t breathe, he’d tried to shake her awake, but she’d been too caught up in her nightmare.

Her vision.

Somehow he’d entered her dream and yanked her out, stunned by the horror of what he’d witnessed.

It left him furious to know that she’d been subjected to that kind of vision over and over.

In her last vision, she saw through the murderer’s eyes and felt the evil the murderer felt.

He didn’t know which was worse.

Her abilities continued to grow, and her belief in what she saw was absolute.

But he’d be damned if he’d let her belief in her visions keep him out of her life.

He didn’t turn when the door to his office opened, already knowing that his brother wanted to talk to him. “Where’s Serena?”

“She’s in the guest house painting again.” He eyed the glass Ian raised to his lips. “She’s really shaken.”

Ian sighed and turned. “I know that.”

Alastair raised a brow, clearly furious. “Do you? She’s in the head of that fucking demon, and it’s draining her.”

“Shit.” Ian scraped a hand through his hair and started past his brother. “She needs to cut her loose.”

Alastair caught his arm. “She won’t. She’s taking notes about everything she sees and painting it in the hopes that it’ll help the FBI catch her.”

Ian turned to face his brother. “It’s not worth it. Serena’s a strong woman but sensitive as hell. Too sensitive. What she saw is going to cause a lot of damage. She’s going to see it over and over.”

The thought of it made him sick to his stomach. “She’s going to relive it over and over. She needs to block it. If she won’t, I’ll do it for her.” He eyed his brother. “I’m surprised you haven’t done it.” He took another sip of his drink and shrugged. “You’re a hell of a lot better at it than I am. You seem to have a connection with her that I don’t.”

“Jesus, the two of you are so fucking hardheaded.” Shaking his head, Alastair grimaced. “She needs to do this, Ian. She needs to prove to herself that she can handle her gift. We need to let her. She feels threatened if she doesn’t have control, and when we take that control away from her, it brings back that feeling of helplessness she’s fought so hard to throw off.”

Ian cursed and turned back toward his desk. “So we just sit here and watch her destroy herself? We watch her live through things that are going to give her nightmares for God knows how long?”

Alastair swirled the glass of wine he held, a glass Ian hadn’t noticed. “Yes. The best we can do is help in any way we can to find this killer as soon as possible.” He took a healthy sip of his wine, grimacing as he stared down into his glass. “And to be there to help her deal with the nightmares that are sure to come.”

Night Shadows

(Night 3)

Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/FM, HEA

Serena Abbott’s relationship with Ian and Alastair Wyndham was anything but normal. Her psychic abilities presented a challenge that neither man could ignore. Her abilities grew with her confidence, and the very real threat that she could one day read their minds stood between them. Because of it, she kept a distance between them that frustrated both of them.

While their love and passion for each other continued to grow, her growing and changing abilities had begun to terrify them. Serena had begun to get into the minds of people being murdered and, to Alastair’s and Ian’s horror, when the victims died, Serena started to go with them.

They could protect her from a physical threat, but was afraid that they couldn’t protect her from the visions that threatened to take her from them.

Fearing that she could one day read their minds and change everything, she fought letting them in—something neither one of them could allow.


Leaning against Ian, and with Alastair rubbing her feet that he’d pulled onto his lap, Serena stared at the fire. “You two don’t have to stay up with me.”

Ian pressed his lips to her hair. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

Lifting her head, she turned to look up at him. “Are you still mad at me?”

Gripping her chin, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I was never mad at you. At times I get frustrated at the situation. But the thought of you married to someone else infuriates me.”

Cupping the back of her head, he urged her to lay her head on his chest again. “We’ll figure it out. You and I need to do some practicing, though.”

Drowsy, but afraid of falling asleep, Serena sat up again. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll get into that hard head of yours?”

Alastair handed her the glass of brandy he’d poured for her and swirled his own. “I’m sure Ian’s head is filled with the same lecherous thoughts I have of you.”

Ian’s lips twitched. “True. That could make for some very interesting conversations.”

A sudden thought occurred to her. “When he shot me, I heard someone call my name and the barrier slammed down. Which one of you did that?”

Ian slid a fingertip down her body where her robe had slipped, lightly caressing the curve of her breast. “We both did it together. You were crying out and thrashing on the bed. Scared the fuck out of me. Both Alastair and I grabbed you, but you fought us as if it was part of your dream. I turned on the light, and we both kept calling your name, but you didn’t seem to hear either one of us.”

Alastair leaned closer to her, his fingers dancing over her hair. “We couldn’t get to you, and we both panicked.”

Laying a hand on her knee, Ian lightly caressed her. “Since we couldn’t pull you out, we slammed the door.”

Serena smiled. “And shut everything else out for me. I’m impressed. I’m just glad you waited until the end. It gave me the chance to see everything.”

Ian’s lips thinned. “If I’d known what you were dreaming, I would have slammed the fucking thing down sooner.”

Amused at his outrage, Serena laid her hand over his. “No. I need to see.”

Turning his hand, he took hers in his. “You don’t need to see that kind of ugliness. You’ve seen enough of it in your life.”

Touched, she smiled. “I appreciate your concern, but—”

“Fuck that!” Ian took her brandy from her and handed it to Alastair before pulling her back down to recline against him. “It’s more than fucking concern, and I’m not going to let you go through shit like this again.”

With a sigh, Alastair rose. “Here we go again.”

Serena scrambled from Ian’s lap, whirling around to face him. “You’re not going to let me?”

Ian raised a brow and got to his feet, his hands on his hips as he towered over her. “That’s right. I’m not going to let you put yourself through that again.”

“I need to see, damn it! There’s a reason I have this ability—”

Ian raised a brow. “I see you’re no longer calling it a gift.”

Hating the disadvantage of arguing with someone a foot taller, Serena jumped up to stand on the sofa. “I have this gift for a reason, Ian. I see what I’m supposed to see. What I need to see.”

Closing his hands on her waist, Ian steadied her. “You don’t need to see things like that. Christ, it’s worse than watching a horror movie, and you wouldn’t be caught dead watching one of them. Hell, you cry when they show the commercials about abused animals!”

“What kind of person abuses animals?”

Ian smiled. “People who don’t deserve to live. The point is, baby, you have a soft heart, and you don’t need to have the kind of dreams that scare you so much that you don’t want to go back to sleep. You’ve had enough ugliness in your life.”

Serena stomped her foot on the cushion and would have lost her balance if Ian hadn’t tightened his hands on her waist. “I need to see whatever I’m supposed to see. Maybe it would be better if I move out.”

Ian’s eyes narrowed. “I dare you to try.”

“Damn it, Ian!”

Ian gathered her close, turning and lowering them both to the sofa again, settling her on his lap. “I can’t stand to see you this way.”

“You piss me off.”

“Back atcha, baby. Don’t threaten to leave again.”

“It wasn’t a threat.”

Pulling her down to recline against him, Ian tugged her braid. “Careful.”

Alastair handed Serena her brandy and sat at her feet again, pulling them onto his lap. “Serena, neither Ian nor I can allow you to move out. We’d worry about you constantly. We can protect you here, and you know damned well you need us.”

“I’m sick and tired of needing you.” She took a large sip of brandy, coughing at the burn.

Alastair covered her with the soft throw she kept on their designer sofa, lifting a brow as he took her glass. “We need you, too.”

“I still think it might be better if I can get my own place. Maybe an apartment in the city.”

Ian pulled the throw higher and put his arms around her, lacing his fingers together and settling back. “Tying you to the bed is starting to sound better and better.”

Night Intrigue

(Night 2)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Serena Abbott’s life has changed dramatically since becoming Ian and Alastair Wyndham’s lover. Every day is an adventure, especially during their undercover missions. Her psychic abilities, once a burden to her, have now become useful. Proving a man’s guilt sounded exciting and she wasn’t about to be left out! It’s thrilling, and easier than she’d expected—until it almost gets her killed.

It takes both of her men to pull her back from the brink of death, upping the stakes for all of them. Another attempt on her life forces them to reevaluate her participation, but no one expects a man with a gun, bent on revenge, to break into their home.

To keep her safe, they must work together, and trust each other implicitly. One thing is certain: now that she’s found a use for her abilities, Serena isn’t about to let them keep her out. One day, though, the truth may end it all for them…


Holding her waist, Alastair guided her to the dance floor. “Very nice. DuBois loves a challenge and you just waved a red flag in front of him.” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, his gaze raking over her red dress. “Literally.”

Flattening a hand against his chest, Serena pushed away from him, her face burning. “Stop.”

Frowning down at her, he held her protectively. “What is it, darling?”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

Gripping her hand in his, Alastair frowned as if she’d spoken a foreign language. “What do you mean you don’t know how to dance?”

Feeling silly for just standing on the dance floor, Serena tried to pull him to the side, but she might as well have tried to move a mountain. “I don’t know how I can say it any better. Think about it, Wyn.” She’d barely remembered to call him by the right name, conscious of the number of people who watched them. “Where the hell would I have learned how to dance?”

Grateful when he led her to a private corner, she laid her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “You know that I lived alone and didn’t go around other people because I couldn’t protect myself from being bombarded with their thoughts. Touching them only made it more intense. Besides, I was a freak and had no friends.”

Sliding a hand over her hair, he pulled her closer, raising the hand he held to his lips. “And yet you weren’t a virgin. But you were innocent. What was the other man who took you thinking about when he took you?”

“That he’d won the bet. Can we talk about something else?”

Grinning, he bent to touch his lips to her temple. “Like the fact that you’re dancing? Beautifully, too.”

Serena stumbled, only to be caught against him, his hands warm on her back as he steadied her. Swallowing a sob, she leaned back to look up at him, smiling tremulously when he moved again. They swayed together as if they were making love, her body following his lead without her even thinking about it. “We’re dancing together.”

Her vision blurred when tears filled her eyes, her stomach fluttering at the surge of love for him.

Gathering her closer, he chuckled and bent to kiss her ear. “Darling, you’re touched by the most incredible things. Not even a ruby and diamond necklace got this reaction. I haven’t seen you cry like this since we realized that I could shield you from all those voices.” He hugged her again. “You’re absolutely adorable.” Straightening, he let his gaze lower to her breasts. “Adorable and sexy—a deadly combination. You’d eat DuBois alive before he even realized it.”

Running her fingers over his lapel, she snuggled closer, their bodies moving as if they’d been dancing together for years. Intrigued by his mysterious smile, she looked around to see what he found so amusing. Seeing nothing, she realized that he must have been communicating with Ian. “You’re doing a lot of smiling for no reason, or is someone giving you a reason?”

She found it ironic that she could read the mind of everyone around her, but the mental voices of the two most important people in her life remained silent—unless they wanted her to hear them.

The telepathy between them astounded her. It was so strong that they could even feel what the other felt.

Alastair grinned, leaning close and touching his lips to her ear. “Apparently, it’s hard to concentrate on breaking into a place and a safe with an erection. He also had a few choice words about DuBois, who, by the way, is making his way over here, probably to do his best to take you away from me.”

“You don’t sound too worried.”

Alastair smiled. “You would never be taken in by a man like him.” A tawny brow went up. “Do you really think I would allow anyone to take you from me?”

“You’re too cocky.”

His slow smile sent a rush of heat through her, her body still humming from their recent lovemaking. “Thank you, darling. You seem to have adjusted to it quite nicely.”

Laughter bubbled out before she could prevent it, and gulping more back, she avoided looking at his face, staring at his shirtfront instead. “Jerk. You’re not supposed to make me laugh. We’re supposed to look like we’re fighting, aren’t we?”

Alastair’s features turned to stone, his eyes taking on a hard glint, signs that Jean Paul DuBois was close. “I don’t care. You’re mine, and I sure as hell don’t want you talking to other men. When we get home, I’m burning that dress.”

A hand touched her shoulder, sending a shiver of revulsion through her. “Excuse me. May I cut in?”

Turning her in his arms, Alastair presented DuBois with his back. “No. Get lost.”

DuBois moved to her side and smiled, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Afraid that one dance with me will make her forget all about you?” Turning to her, he looked her up and down, making her skin crawl, but at least she knew she had his attention.

Alastair’s confident smile flashed. “She’ll never forget me.”

Serena smiled inwardly. Truer words had never been spoken.

Pulling out of Alastair’s arms, she lifted her chin, adopting the cool disinterest she’d used to keep others away her entire life. “I’m going to the ladies room, or do you have a problem with that as well?”

With a glare at both of them, she turned and walked away, enjoying herself immensely.

Night Rogues

(Night 1)

Unable to control the psychic abilities, Serena Abbott spent her life alone.

Her visions always came true, as did the dreams that plagued her sleep.

She would soon meet the man who would be her lover.

Ian and Alastair Wyndham lived dual lives as both millionaire playboys and freelance agents, who didn’t always find it necessary to play by the rules to bring justice to those who attempted to live their lives above the law.

Meeting Serena, a woman who saw and knew too much, changed everything, putting their livelihood, and their lives, in danger.

Taking her prisoner was easy.

Fighting their attraction to her proved to be considerably more difficult.

Keeping her safe would be even harder, especially when their current target wanted to use Serena’s abilities to his own advantage.

Together, the three of them find a connection they’d never expected, and a love they’d never known.


Serena glared at him. “Unbelievable. You make fun of me and then want to use me. You’re no different from him.” She started to get to her feet, but Alastair grabbed her arm to keep her from leaving. She gasped and pulled away, rubbing her arm, and Ian couldn’t help but notice that her nipples poked against the front of her shirt. “I told you not to touch me.”

Ian smiled coldly. “And I told you to sit down. Can we continue?”

Plopping back in her seat, she crossed her arms over her chest again and said nothing, the frustration in her eyes apparent.

Unfazed, Ian sat back and took another sip of coffee, not bothering to hide his amusement at her belligerent pose.

Her arousal left her shaken, giving him the upper hand, and he needed to take advantage of it while he could.

Trying not to think about how soft and hot her pussy would be clenching on his cock, Ian pushed his coffee cup aside. “Carello will be nervous that you’re staying with us. Nervous people make mistakes. In the meantime, maybe we can use your gift to learn more about him and see if we can set a trap for him. You help us, and we’ll help you.”

The thought of helping her with her arousal made his cock jump.

Serena snorted and glared at him. “According to you, that’s the same offer he was going to make.” She shot to her feet and hurriedly moved to the sink, obviously surprised that neither one of them had made a move to stop her. “Look, I’m going home. I don’t want anything to do with any of this. I should never have left home to begin with. I thought after that dream I had that I was supposed to be here, but I can see that it was a mistake.”

Ian smiled coldly. “One of these days I’m going to find out more about this dream you keep talking about. But, for now, let me ask you something. Do you really think going home is going to change anything? He’ll come after you, and so will we. No, it’s better to stay here where we can see him coming. And we don’t want to use you. In return for your help, we’ll do our best to help you deal with your psychic abilities.”

Serena smiled, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Really? What the hell do you know about psychic abilities? I’ve lived with it all my life and can’t handle it.”

Alastair smiled and leaned forward. “We’ve lived with it all our lives and can handle it.”

The stunned look on her face almost had Ian laughing out loud, but he figured it would only piss her off, so he smothered his laugh. He didn’t fear her temper, but had more important issues to deal with until they talked her into staying.

Alastair shot him a look of amusement, hiding his own laughter, and reached for her hand again. “Ian and I can transmit our thoughts to each other. We’ve always been able to. We’ve learned how to tune in when we need to, and tune out when we don’t. I think we can teach you to do it. I think you could do it if you try. You’ve kept yourself away from others for so long that you haven’t even had a chance to learn how to do it yourself.”

Pulling her hand from his, she looked away, carefully folding her napkin, only to unfold it again before setting it aside and taking a sip of her tea. She kept her eyes downcast, apparently deep in thought.

Ian shot Alastair a look when he opened his mouth to speak. Wait her out.

At his brother’s faint nod, he looked back at Serena again, waiting impatiently for her answer. She really didn’t have much of a choice, not if she wanted to live, but it seemed the idea of learning how to rein in her powers intrigued her the most.

Finally she looked up, her eyes a stormy violet now instead of clear blue. “For how long?”

Ian shrugged, adjusting the front of his pants where his cock pressed insistently against his zipper. “Until we get Carello. Once he’s in jail, and we’re sure there’s no threat to you, you can go.”

He lied with no hesitation, not planning to let her go until he was damned good and ready, which he had a feeling would be a very long time.

She started playing with her napkin again. “Okay, I’ll stay for a little while and see how it goes, but if you start trying to make me do something I’m not comfortable with or if you don’t keep up your end of the bargain, I’m leaving.”