Pleasure Cruise (23 page)

Keoni thinks all his fantasies have come true when a half-naked Christy flounders in the water beside his boat. Being unexpectedly marooned on a sinking island in the middle of nowhere gives him the perfect opportunity to get down and dirty with the sexy lady of his dreams.

Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.

Interoffice Memo

From: The Powers That Be

URGENT!

TOP SECRET

First, the Pleasure Cruise Supernatural Repopulation Program is under way and on track. Fifteen couples have been settled. We will be expanding operation to include Pleasure Train as of next week.

Unfortunately, there is another matter than demands our attention at the moment.
Bogdan, the keeper of the records, has brought a discrepancy to our attention. Someone has been overusing their power allotment. Many of you heard of how Zeus was forced to get his mead from a dark blonde when he failed to materialize a servant with the exact shade of medium blonde that he wanted. This is not acceptable. Power allotments are put into place for a reason.

We will find who is responsible. Such insolence and arrogance will not be tolerated. We are reallocating resources to get to the bottom of this very serious matter. If you have any information as to the theft, please report immediately to Bogdan. He is in charge of the investigation.

Also, the trickster lesser god Vaclar is wanted for questioning. If you see him please inform him he is to report to the palace immediately or we will cut off his power rations. Our seers keep repeating the words
Pleasure Island
. If anyone knows more about this, contact us at once.

Power stores and allocations are now our top priority.

Pleasure Cruise III: Pleasure Island – Now for Sale!

Also by
Michelle M. Pillow
&
Mandy M. Roth

Three sexy secret agents. Three sexy missions.

Bianca, Sonja and Trinity were given a choice—become RLS-69 special agents or continue to serve out their prison sentences at the Restigatio Women's Correctional Facility. Trained to complete their mission by any means necessary, these women aren't afraid to pull out all the stops. With their freedom on the line, they'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. From combat to seduction, their targets won't know what hit them until it is way too late. There's only one problem…their handsome targets have a few secret weapons of their own.

Rati
ng: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.

Now for Sale!

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Roi Majors, second in command of the I-Ops, is having a hard time believing that Intel can only get half the information needed to bring down an underground ring of vampires with big spending backers who are hell bent on creating a race of supernaturals with multiple strands of DNA in them. As the team searches for answers, Roi searches for sexual release. When he finds himself paired with the one woman in the world who seems immune to his self-proclaimed charms, he can’t wait to see her to safety and then bid her good riddance. He never counted on falling in love with her. And he sure in the hell never counted on her claiming to be an agent with a branch of the government no human should know about.
 

Chapter One Excerpt

I-Ops Headquarters, classified location…

Geoffroi “Roi” Majors
tossed his feet onto the conference table and leaned back in his chair. Captain Lukian
Vlakhusha
, his brother by way of shared lycan DNA, cast him a warning look. The Colonel was due in at any moment and he’d frown upon Roi’s behavior, not that Roi gave a shit.

As if on cue, the door to the debriefing room opened and Colonel Brooks made his way in, wearing his normal stoic game face. “
Sorry to call you all in on such short notice, but some important matters have come to our attention.”

“Did the tabloids claim to have proof of aliens?
Ooo
, do we get to lie about Roswell again? That was great pretending like we hadn’t seen a thing. Who wants to do it again? Raise your hand! We can force Green to make up another lame ass weather balloon story.
Everyone
believed it the last time,” Wilson, the team’s
wererat
and resident smart-ass, said from across the table.

If looks could kill, Wilson would be six feet under. For a moment, Roi thought that he might have to restrain Lukian so he wouldn’t tear Wilson’s head off. When no one was immediately maimed, Roi relaxed. Though, the idea of getting a few good punches in on Wilson did sound like fun, but that always sounded like a great idea and could wait until a better time.

The Colonel ignored Wilson’s comment and hit the light switch. Jon groaned and shielded his amber eyes, no doubt hung over again. He’d taken the loss of their fellow I-Ops teammate, Lance, the hardest. They’d been close friends and Roi wasn’t sure that Jon would be able to pull out of his funk. The only people he had to confide in were the other Immortal Ops (I-Ops), his team members. It wasn’t like he could parade into any old shrink’s office, rambling on about losing his best friend of the past twenty-five years who never looked a day over twenty five and who also happened to be a
werepanther
. Yeah, a confession like that would leave Jon locked up in Bellevue in two point two seconds.

Roi suppressed a grin. Too bad Wilson wasn’t prone to pouring out his heart. Seeing him in a straight jacket would be priceless.

Jon’s amber gaze fell upon Roi and he nodded. Roi tipped his head and then directed his attention on to the Colonel. “If you don’t mind me asking, sir, why did you call us in here today? We’ve already debriefed you on the events surrounding Lance’s death, and Parker’s been eliminated. Please don’t tell me there’s another leftover insane team member on the prowl. I’m not sure my nerves can take that today.”

Wilson laughed, but Lukian growled. Roi just smiled and kept his feet on the table. Ticking off the Colonel was his favorite pastime. Well, that and sex, but since there weren’t any eligible hotties around, he’d have to just settle on harassing the Colonel.

I give and I give.

The overhead projector came on and an image of Benjamin Parker flashed up. He was an ex-I-Ops agent who’d gone AWOL, later killing one of their own. Parker had lost it shortly after Lukian’s lycan DNA had been introduced to him. He’d managed to escape, and had long since been assumed dead until he’d shown up a little over a week ago, trying to not only kill the I-Ops, but Lukian’s lifemate, Peren, as well.

Lukian sat up straight in his chair as the images of Parker flashed by. Colonel Brooks glanced up at the screen, not seeming to notice Lukian’s obvious discomfort with the situation. “Intel just sent these. Here you’ll see Parker in Munich with Gisbert Krauss.”

“Krauss?” Green asked from the other side of the table. Green was their resident scientist who had a handy werepanther gene. Sad thing was that Green actually looked tougher than he was. He was as tall as Roi with a head of deep red hair and a set of biceps that rivaled any other I-Op, but Green had never taken to the beast side of his shifter abilities. Rather, he submersed himself in books and research, vowing to make headway in the creation of more I-Ops teams. When Green had a question, they all listened. He was the smartest man they’d ever known and considering the room’s combined age, they’d been around long enough to know a whole lot of people.

“Yes, Krauss,” Colonel Brooks said, flipping to the next image, this one showing Parker standing again with the short, balding Gisbert Krauss. “How much do you know about him?”

Green shifted in his seat a bit and shrugged. “Just that he’s big in the field of genetic research. Big enough that I’ve seen his name in a number of related publications. They’re claiming he’s on the verge of some sort of genetic breakthrough. I saved all references to him. I can get them if you’d like.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Wilson asked. “They’re probably filed next to the pile of ‘things he does instead of date’ collection.”

“If you’re done,” Colonel Brooks said, staring at Wilson with a cold look.

“He’s done,” Lukian said sternly. No one dared to question him. One, they respected him. Two, he’d rip their heads off and spit down their neck before they had a chance to blink. He wasn’t like the rest of the team. Lukian was born a shifter, a lycan. His strength was unrivaled and he had other perks as well, like being King of the Lycans.

“Tell us why Parker was meeting with Krauss.” Lukian leaned forward in his seat. “I think we all know that it wasn’t for an in-depth look into the life of a cell.”

Colonel Brooks ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair before pointing at the image. “We’ve had our eye on Krauss for a while now. We found out that he had a hand in an underground paranormal website that talked about DNA alterations and the making of super humans with the potential to be used as weapons for the highest paying governments.”

Brooks advanced the image and the next one showed Krauss standing with Parker near I-Ops Headquarters. The room went silent. That was a little too close to home for their liking. They glanced at one another nervously.

Clearing his throat, Brooks continued, “We think Parker may have sold secrets to Krauss, led him straight to us and worse yet, participated in the human studies.”

Green shot out of his seat. “Studies? What the hell do you mean by studies? Mixing straight shifter DNA with a normal human has a one-hundred percent fatality rate. If they’ve been sacrificing men to serve their purpose then--”

Brooks put his hand up and interrupted Green. “Not just men, women and children too. At least that’s what Intel’s come back with.”

Roi’s stomach tightened. “Why in the hell is ‘Intel’ just getting this information to us now? Christ, if we were that slow half the country would be dead or vampires by now.”

“Same difference,” Wilson said, snickering. Everyone ignored him.

Colonel Brooks shook his head slightly. “Intel is not flawless. You know that. We do what we can with the information they’re able to retrieve. Have you ever asked yourself how many men died for what you’re seeing now?”