ISBN: 978-1-60521-178-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Shift Work
Length: Novella
Trinity Staten has seen better days, hell, better years. Between keeping her men happy and avoiding a homicidal father, life has gotten pretty complicated. Newton Price, telepath and Trinity's hunka-licious lover, has been distant and keeping himself and his mind at arm's length, while Merlin Davitch, her other lover and genius best friend -- very hot in a geek chic kind of way -- is distracted by science. Not good, when Trinity needs them now more than ever.
Trinity is pregnant with the Triune, a child fathered by both her lovers, and the true heir of Caledon. An unexpected side effect of the pregnancy is her hormones are out of whack, and not the usual ones. The sex hormone she adapted from an Incubus demon bite has been secreting exponentially. The only cure -- fantastic sex. Without it, the levels are becoming toxic and deadly.
When Trinity is separated from her men, can their love bridge the distance to save her? And can Trinity get her growing powers under control enough to save herself when it counts?
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Another day, another house and Trinity Staten wished it were another time. She was tired of moving and always having to look over her shoulder. Afraid, constantly afraid, for Newton, Merlin, their unborn child. Absently her hands drifted over her slightly bulging tummy. If she'd been human, she'd be a blimp by now, but as an other she still had six months to go on a twelve-month pregnancy.
Trinity piled another blanket around her body, her lips shivering against the deep bone chill running through her body. She'd turned up the thermostat to ninety degrees and it still felt freezing in the house. Turning off the television, she hunkered deeper into the cushions of the couch. Newton Price and Merlin Davitch, her lovers, had both gone out. Merl, who held doctorates in chemical and molecular biology, had gone to meet with a fellow scientist about a stupid experiment he'd done on himself.
Trinity worried her lower lip. How dumb could a smart guy be? He'd managed to isolate some of Trinity's genetic material and inject it directly into his own stem cells. The results so far were completely unpredictable. Newton, on the other hand, had an appointment to be head shrunk. Therapy he needed for post traumatic stress over the kidnapping and torture that had occurred a little over two months ago.
Newton had survived the experience, but only barely. Trinity was afraid he'd never completely recover, at least not emotionally. Goose flesh raised tight bumps on her arms, and she rubbed them hard in an effort to warm herself. It was getting damned near ridiculous. The throbbing headache pounding against the temples of her skull didn't help matters.
For over a week now, it seemed like her body had been rebelling, with heartburn, having to pee all the time, and a wonky body temperature that made her feel either overly warm or cold. Pregnancy could explain most of it, but since she wasn't human, she only had the midwife's expertise in other reproduction to go by. She had an appointment in a couple of days and had a full list of questions to ask. Though it wouldn't seem like a good antidote, sex appeared to be the cure for most of what ailed her.
Merl had speculated it might have something to do with the incubus hormones coursing through her. She bet the midwife didn't have experience with that particular side effect.
For now, she'd just be happy if she didn't feel so goddamn cold. And her head, if it would just stop hammering. Her eyes felt hot and tired, such a contrast to the rest of her. This was the worst she'd ever felt. She needed to be touched, and unfortunately, she couldn't satisfy herself -- not for lack of trying.
A brush of warmth fluttered inside -- fleeting. Was it her men? Could she intuitively feel them, or was it wishful thinking? Could they sense the need in Trinity? Her fingers slipped between the folds of her slick pussy. It was the only warm part of her body. Or at least that's how it felt. Rubbing her forefinger over her swollen clit, Trinity vigorously massaged, trying without success, once again, to bring her body to some kind of release.
Her vision blurred as the headache worsened to the point where she thought her brain might start leaking from her ears. Where were they? Where were Newton and Merl? They were supposed to take care of Trinity, to love her. And even though they'd only been gone for a few hours, it seemed as if an eternity had passed.
Writhing on the couch, Trinity buried herself deeper. They were coming. She knew it. But why weren't they already there? "Newt? Merl?" A form of delirium settled in. "Where are you? You said you'd be here for me. You promised. You promised you wouldn't leave me..."
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