Thursday, July 2, 2015

Still Touring The Galaxies

Book #1 in the Fated Mates of Mesta series

Creating the Slaterine culture and a love story with four participants was extremely challenging in the very best ways possible. The process took me way out of my comfort zone and ultimately did wonders for my confidence level.

Megan's Men is available as an audio and an e-book!!

Megan's Men
Copyright: Tessie Bradford 2013

Megan Lynch has had a very bad year. Her husband took off with most of their assets and a twenty year old bimbo. She lost her job and has nowhere to live. Accepting a management position at a research facility on a distant planet was supposed to be the first step to a new start. But now her transport has been cancelled indefinitely. She’s stranded, exhausted, defeated, and utterly pissed off.
Garfor, Rork and Loban came to Earth for a one day trading mission. Finding their woman alone and upset in the travel port is both a blessing and extremely upsetting. She is unfamiliar with their ways, and Garfor is forced to use deceit to get her onto their ship and off the planet. With only a few days to convince her she is destined to be theirs forever, all three men are more than willingly to rise to the challenge.

They entered the docking bay. Megan stared at the enormous ship in front of her. “Wow, this is magnificent.”
“Thank you, swaya, it pleases me greatly that you recognize the worthiness of my craft.” He gently brushed the side of her face with his index and second finger.
“I don’t understand the word swaya,” she said quietly, surprised that when she repeated the word, it felt natural, comfortable.
“Are you certain?” he asked, staring down intently into her eyes. “It’s a term of utmost endearment in my native language.”
Her skin tingled, her nipples hardened and the bay seemed to tilt slightly. Megan closed her eyes and swallowed rapidly, hoping it would settle her obviously still-frayed nerves.
“Let’s get aboard. It’s time for us to depart, and you need to rest.”
 Megan didn’t argue. All of a sudden, the stress of her day hit her like a ton of bricks. Her legs shook as she ascended the ramp to the ship. The entry door lifted with a loud whooshing sound. Garfor steadied her as she stepped inside. Megan scanned the expansive space, determining right away that it was the cockpit of the ship.
Two men turned away from their respective consoles. Expressions of utter surprise flashed across their faces for a split second before they jumped out of their chairs. They placed their left fist over their chest. Garfor returned the gesture.
“Rork, Loban, this is Megan Lynch.” Garfor pointed to each as he said their name.
She understood it was rude to stare, but couldn’t help herself. Plus, they were openly checking her out, so Megan decided maybe in their culture it was okay. Both were shirtless, tall and muscular, with intricate black tattoos across their broad shoulders, but Rork was slightly stockier. Loban had white-blond hair, Rork’s was deep brown, and neither wore it as long as Garfor’s. They were stunningly handsome, and Megan’s heart fluttered.
Rork stepped forward and in a single, fluid motion, Garfor removed his robe and handed it to him. Like the others, he was bare from the waist up, and muscular, chiseled perfection. He was decorated with similar tattoos, and his arms; well, a girl could spend hours running her fingers over those sculpted biceps and triceps and whatever else was there.
Megan’s eyes widened as she perused south of his waist. His pants clung like a second skin, outlining the muscles of his thighs and the imposing ridge beneath the lace holding closed the fly area. Black, polished knee high boots completed the outfit.
Her breath hitched as an image flashed through her mind. She pictured herself holding onto Garfor’s shoulders with her legs wrapped around his hips. While he supported her effortlessly and fucked her senseless, Rork and Loban watched. Her cunt heated at the imagery.
He leaned down until his lips touched the edge of her ear. “Slaterine men are extremely attuned to their woman’s sexual desires. It’s been delightfully challenging for me to control myself with you so far. You keep looking at me that way while enjoying whatever naughty thoughts have accelerated your breathing and heated your body, and we’re going to take you right here.” He kissed the sensitive area behind her earlobe before pulling away.
Her pulse pounded as nova-worthy horniness raced through her. We’re? Did he just say we’re?

Happy Thursday everyone~


  1. This might be my favorite Bradford book! Wonderful fun <3

    1. It makes smile when I look at the picture of Mr. Dark and Dangerous that you sent me as inspiration for Garfor!! You were such an enormous help to me in so many ways when I was writing this book, Kat,

  2. This one is fabulous! Loved it every time I have read it.

    1. Thank you, Fran, that's so sweet of you! It truly means a great deal to me that I'm one of your 're-reads'!!


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