[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F, HEA]
Emi Hypatia loves her job exploring the galaxy with her three husbands, Aaron Lucio, Caph Bates, and Ford Caliban. When a nonhuman crewman is temporarily assigned to the Tamora Bight for a mission, Emi hates and mistrusts him at first sight due to what her empath training tells her. Aaron, Caph, and Ford know Emi can’t help what she feels about their temporary crewmate, Kayehalau. But they don’t know if it’s just the jump engines wigging her out, residual nerves from her fight on Kal’moran, or something else. They feel bad that Kayehalau’s presence on board makes her nervous, but orders are orders. Emi knows Kayehalau is up to no good. She just has to prove it. It’s soon apparent he wants to use her for a nefarious purpose. She turns the tables, but only after she’s out of harm’s way does her larger problem become apparent. Can Aaron, Caph, and Ford rescue her when she’s left Out of Bight, Out of Mind?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
5 KISSES: "Out of Bight, Out of Mind by Tymber Dalton is the fourth book in the Deep Space Mission Corps series, which is best if read in chronological order as it takes off where Spider Bight left off. Emi is struggling to accept that even though her empathic senses tell her that something is wrong with the scientist they must take on as a temporary crew member, she can't change orders. She is overwhelmed by his "wrongness" and feels guilty that her husbands don't understand the problem. She knows they love her and while they try to shield her as much as possible, they don't believe there is anything wrong and try to find other explanations for her paranoia. Aaron, Caph and Ford can see that Emi is having major issues with their new temporary crew member, and while they want to support her, they also know that they can't treat him as a pariah. When Emi goes missing, along with the scientist, they wish they had paid more attention to her feelings instead of deciding the stress of prior missions was catching up to her. Ms. Dalton wrote a wonderful addition to this series. I laughed, I cried, and I enjoyed the love and sex. She gives us suspense and emotional highs, and emotional lows. This story pulled no punches and was filled with character growth and depth. I am a fan of this series and I look forward to seeing what else the crew of the Tamora Bight gets into." -- Tangie, TwoLips Reviews
5 STARS: "Is this the end of the Deep Space Mission Corps Series? I certainly hope not. According to Ms. Dalton, there are more planned. Now we can all celebrate! This latest installment, OUT OF BIGHT, OUT OF MIND is incredible. This fourth book captures the reader's emotion and takes us for a wild rollercoaster ride. For those who have not read the first three in this series, it is best to read them in order. There are references to the other stories which will enhance a reader's enjoyment. In this one, Emi and her three husbands are back. Aaron, Caph and Ford are just as doting and loving in the previous three stories. Emi takes the lead again as the one facing extreme hardship. As a high level trained empath, she can sense people's intent and feelings. This also applies to other life forms. Kayehalau is a nonhuman who needs to catch a ride on the Tamora Bight. On paper, Kayehalau is a highly decorated scientist with an impeccable reputation. Yet the vibes Emi senses are menacing and dangerous. Isn't there some saying about listening to a woman's intuition? Ms. Dalton crafts a fast paced tale of paranoid delusions which manifest in the worst case scenario. It brings to mind "just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you". The depth of the sorrow in this novel bleeds from the pages. My heart aches as the men experience the loss of yet another woman they love. The broken bond shatters Aaron, Caph and Ford. Ms. Dalton exquisitely twists a dagger into the reader's chest as the men represent the various early stages of grief. It's almost to the point where the reader can just refer to each male by their main grief names: shock & denial, pain & guilt, and anger & bargaining. This kind of character development is what makes Ms. Dalton such a great writer. Readers can feel the emotion as it permeates their being. The trials she forces her characters through are at the limit of most people's ability to cope. Just when it hits rock bottom, it takes a turn for the worse. It isn't all doom and gloom overwhelming with angst though. There is always a balance. While Aaron, Cap and Ford are suffering, Emi is walking the frightening yet exciting path of unknowns. She's making new connections and relationships which will bind her even tighter to her husbands if they reunite. With Emi's narrative, Ms. Dalton injects more world building. The reader learns of two more alien races and how they integrate into the existing world. This provides a richer universe. The latest twist provides a set up for hopefully the next installment perhaps brimming with more gut wrenching emotions. This book is highly recommended to ménage lovers who also love angsty stories with a sci-fi twist." -- BookAddict, The Romance Reviews
4 STARS: "Out of Bight Out of Mind the fourth book in the Deep Space Mission Corps series has to be my favorite in the series so far. It is also the one that made me the most nervous. I literally read it in one sitting without lifting my head for much. The Tamora Bight is assigned a temporary nonhuman crew member, but from the moment that Emi meets him her empath training tells her that he is no-good! The longer he is on board the worse she feels around him, but can she convince Aaron, Caph, and Ford that he is as bad as he seems to her? When she finally gets her proof, but has to completely take herself out of the equation. But will she put herself at a greater risk with her escape?? This is the hardest review of the series to write!! It is so hard not to give away the great plot twist that come up!! I will say this book had me on the edge of my seat, and crying a couple times! I think Tymber likes to keep Kleenex on the market.. LOL!! I can’t wait to see what happens next with this great crew!! I hope y’all love this series and book as much as I have!!" -- KC Lu, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
“Can I say something serious, and then I promise not to mention it again?”
“Okay.” She sipped her drink and prayed her eyes didn’t start watering. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. Although she suspected she was far drunker than she’d let on. She wasn’t sure she could even walk at that point.
He lowered his voice. “If you think something’s wrong, I believe you. Yeah, on paper he looks great. I met him and he seems like a nice enough guy. But you’re my wife and I will always have your back.”
That finished her. She felt him take the chilled glass from her hand as tears filled her eyes. He shifted her over so he could lie on her lounger with her, holding her against his chest as she quietly wept. “I don’t know why I feel like this,” she whispered. “I don’t want to feel like this.”
He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Because you’re drunk.”
“No. Not that.” She sniffled again. “I know I’m being irrational about this guy. And I hate that I can’t be objective. I should be better than this.”
“Hey, you’re a trained empath. No telling what it is you sensed. I trust you. I know you, and you’re an intelligent woman. If you think something’s wrong, it’s wrong. Look how it saved your life against Eckhart.”
She snuggled up against his chest. “Yeah.”
“I wish I could fix this for you, but Cap’s right. It’s a direct order from higher up, and unless the guy does something to allow us cause, we can’t boot him or refuse the temp assignment.” He gently tipped her chin up so she had to look him in the eye. “We’re not choosing him over you. I just want to make sure you understand that. The three of us feel like crap that we can’t refuse the order and make him go away.”
“I know. I hate I’m feeling like this. It’s so childish.”
“No, don’t hate it. It’s part of what makes you so beautiful, inside and out, babe.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Look how you healed Aaron. All of us. It was that special part of you, the empath part of you, that made you perfect for us.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “And if it means there are times you have conflicts with others because of it, I’m okay with that. I’ll always trust your instincts over anything else.”
She took a deep breath, held it, and let it out again. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He kissed her forehead. “I love you. You don’t need to thank me.”
“Okay.” She listened to his heartbeat rumbling in her ear through his shirt. “Caph?”
“Can I have my drink back now?”
“I’m not sure. You feeling okay?”
She started to say yes when she broke down crying again. He cradled her against his large, comforting body. Maybe I am drunk.
No, she knew it was a mix of the inevitable, along with hating herself for feeling like this.
Okay, maybe a little of the M-squareds.
After a few minutes, she sniffled and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m okay.”
“Yeah.” She sniffled again as she looked at his attire while he untangled himself from her and stood. Still in his casual crew uniform, he didn’t exactly fit in with the other resort patrons surrounding the pool. “Did you bring a bathing suit?”
“Yep. I brought yours, too, but looks like you beat me to it.”
“Aww. You packed for me?”
“No, Ford did.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll go change and be back in a little while. Don’t go anywhere.” He started to turn to leave, but he reached over, picked up her drink, and handed it to her. “And don’t get too shitfaced, sweetie.”
“I’ll be waiting right here.” While he was gone, she hurriedly finished that one and ordered herself another drink. She might regret it the next day, but it was rare she could totally slough off her duties and just be a normal human.
And she needed that now more than ever. Especially since she knew what was coming after her three-day mini-vacation ended.
By the time Caph returned, she’d lowered the level of her fresh drink to match the one he’d last seen her with. He sat on the lounger next to hers.
Resplendent in swim trunks and nothing else, his abs rippled, a blond dusting of curls scattered across his chest while a treasure trail headed south from his navel, disappearing under his waistband and leading to what she knew to be a large, delicious cock.
He smirked. “You sure you’re okay, babe?”
“Why don’t I believe you? You look a little out of it.”
She settled back onto her lounger and lowered her sunglasses over her eyes. She felt around for the sunlamp button on the lounger’s arm. Above her, a directed beam of UV light soaked her skin at nearly Earth levels. “Just enjoying myself.”
He signaled a waiter. “Bring me one of those,” he said, pointing to Emi’s glass. The man nodded and hurried off. Caph settled back in his lounger and activated his sunlamp button. “Well, don’t enjoy yourself too much. I have plans for you later.”
Caph gently cradled her head in his hands and slid his cock between her lips, fucking her mouth but taking it easy on her. “If I don’t come before you’re done, one of you is getting fucked with this.”
“Ooh, pick me!” Ford quipped.
She looked up to watch Caph lean over and kiss Ford. The sight took her breath away. She lost herself in the bubble of emotions boiling over from both men, spilling onto her like a sweet, beautiful wave. And the way Caph’s erection grew harder and hotter against her tongue made her think Ford wasn’t going to get his wish.
Until she felt him coming.
Her eyes popped open as Caph made her relinquish his member. “Stay right there, both of you,” he ordered.
The commanding hint in his voice thrilled her. Then Ford was kissing her, even as his cock grew limp inside her. She didn’t have time to wonder where Caph had disappeared to, because Ford kept her more than busy with his tongue.
A moment later, the end of the bed dipped and Ford let out a loud moan. His head limply fell to her shoulder as he rocked his hips against her. “Oohhh, fuck yeah,” he mumbled.
If she cocked her head, she could see Caph kneeling behind him, working lube into Ford’s ass. And already his cock was growing hard again. When Ford quit moving, holding still, she knew Caph was sliding his delicious cock deep up his tight channel.
And the groan the larger man let out confirmed it.
“He hard again, baby?” Caph asked her.
He lightly slapped Ford’s ass. “What are you waiting for? Get moving.”
Ford’s teeth grazed her shoulder as he lightly bit down, but his hips started rocking, slowly at first, then gaining speed until he was fucking himself back and forth between her pussy and Caph’s cock.
Emi drew her knees up, giving Ford better access and enjoying the way her swollen, sensitive clit rubbed against his body at the bottom of every stroke. Not enough to get her over, but enough to revive her interest in maybe trying for one more.
“That’s it,” Caph encouraged, his voice sounding strained. She could tell he was holding back, struggling against a dam about to explode. “Hurry up, buddy.”
Ford pushed up on his arms for traction, and the whole bed shook as he seesawed between them.
She grabbed his head and kissed him and that was all it took to shove him over the edge. She swallowed his moans and felt her heart leap with the feel of his orgasm spiraling through him, soon followed by Caph.
As the three of them collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty tangle, Ford lifted his head so he could look at her. “Hiya.”
She giggled. “Hiya.”
They were all startled by the sound of clapping. They looked over to see Aaron leaning against the wall next to the door, a grin on his face and a huge bulge tenting his trousers. Another suitcase sat on the floor next to him.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” Caph said.
He laughed and pushed off the wall to walk over to the bed. “No, because you three were busy coming.”
Emi faked a pout. “I didn’t come.”
“What?” Caph and Ford said in unison.
“You most certainly have come today,” Caph said as he sat up, hands on his hips.
“Yeah,” Ford said. “I got at least two out of you.”
She still feigned poutiness. “Not that last time. You both came without me.”
Aaron smacked Ford on the ass. “Move it. Both of you go clean up.” He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and started working on his trousers. “I’ll take care of her. And I’ve got something she can take care of, too.”
Emi licked her lips in anticipation. When Aaron crawled into bed on top of her, he kissed her, his stiff cock rubbing between her legs. “So they didn’t take care of you, huh?”
She shook her head. “Not that last time. Well, okay, they did make me come, but that last time they came without me.”
“Want me to issue them demerits?”
She loved the wicked, playful gleam in his eyes. “Yeah. And while you’re at it, issue one to the floor, too.”
“It attacked me. Rudely.”
“She’s drunk,” Caph called from the bathroom.
“Am not!” she shot back. “You said I was supernovically soused.”
He stuck his head out of the bathroom. “No, I said you were supernova-shitfaced.”
“Oh. Well, whatever.”
Waves of amusement washed off Aaron. She loved feeling that from him almost as much as she did his love and affection. “So our little doctor is drunk, huh?”
“Not as much as I was earlier,” she said. “I think I slept a little of it off.”
“So that explains the bar fight kit.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Did you want to sit here and talk, or fuck?”
She let out a yelp as he flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Without further ado, he rubbed his cock between her soaked pussy lips before sinking home inside her. “What do you think?” he rumbled in her ear.
He pushed her shoulders down onto the bed, pinning her there with a hand between them. With his other, he reached around her and found her clit.
“Hey, you’re copying me,” Caph said from somewhere behind them.
“I nailed her like that earlier.”
“Shut up and fuck me!” she moaned as she clawed at the bed.
“She’s mouthy,” Aaron said. “Someone do something about that.”
She heard a noise and looked over in time to see Caph and Ford fighting each other to climb onto the bed. Caph won, and she found herself rewarded with his only slightly stiff cock in her mouth to suck on.
Ford took the alternate track and shoved himself underneath her, finding her clit with his mouth.
Aaron withdrew his hand and grabbed her hips. “Let’s see if we can get at least one more out of you, sweetheart.”