Read an Excerpt from Very Much Alive:


Logan rounded the corner to the kitchen to find Kir and Jordan in the kitchen.  “Put it down.”

The two started, looking towards him, guilt written all over their faces.  “What?”

“If I have one more slice of pizza I’m going to start singing Sinatra songs.”

Kir winced.  Jordan stared at him curiously.  “His singing voice sucks.”  

Logan rolled his eyes.  “Out of my kitchen, people.  I’ll cook.”

Jordan moved as quickly as she could out of his way.  “Yum.”

Kir sighed and followed her.  “We could have spent this time cuddling, you know.”

Logan tipped Kir’s chin up and gave him a quick kiss.  “Stop pouting, babe.”  He grinned down at his lover.  “Jordan
does it better.”

“I heard that!”

Logan snorted.  The girl had a set of lungs on her that would do a drill sergeant proud, a trait she and her sister
seemed to share.  However, the pain still in her voice was driving him mad.  “Sit your pretty ass down and let me
take care of the food, okay?”

“Asshole,” he heard her mutter.

“Later, dear.”

Logan looked at Kir in shock, not surprised to see the same expression on Kir’s face.  The twin echo of their reply
still hung in the air as Jordan made her way back into the kitchen, practically snarling at the two of them.  

She shook her finger at them, wincing a little with the movement.  “I heard that! You two are a god-damn menace.”  

She shook her head and left the kitchen, still muttering to herself as he and Kir started to laugh.  

“Go make sure our girl stays put, would you?”  Logan patted Kir’s ass as he made his way out of the kitchen.  He
could hear them talking softly, Kir’s voice low and soothing as he probably apologized for the comments in the
kitchen.

“Oh, God.”

The low, throaty moan caught his undivided attention.

“Just a little to the right. Oh, yeah.  Right there.”

He stepped out of the doorway to the kitchen and peeked into the living room.  He could see the top of Kir’s head
and his broad shoulders as he moved sinuously over what had to be Jordan lying on the sofa.  Kir had his shirt off,
all those muscles gleaming in the light coming in from the bank of windows.  

Logan swallowed hard as another long, throaty moan sounded from the unseen Jordan.    The look of sheer
pleasure on Kir’s face wasn’t helping, either.  “Just fucking kill me now, people.”

Kir looked up, a wicked grin on his face.  “Jordan’s sore.”

“Kir’s got the most incredible hands I’ve ever felt.”

He moved around the sofa to see Jordan sprawled boneless, face down on the sofa, her head pillowed in her
arms.  An expression of agonized bliss graced her face.  She, too, was shirtless, clothes having become something
of an optional accessory in the last week.  

He knelt by her head and waited for her eyes to open.  When she smiled at him, all sleepy and sensuous, he damn
near came in his jeans.  He leaned forward, sipping at her lips in gentle bites until she moaned and let him into the
warm, wet cavern of her mouth.  “Feel better, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.”  She sank even further into the sofa with a contented sigh.  He couldn’t help himself.  He kissed her
again, long, slow and langorous.  He loved the feel of her moving under Kir’s hands while he made love to her
mouth.

She broke the kiss with a soft sigh.  “Do you know something I’ve always wanted to do but didn’t have the guts to
try?”

I can think of about a dozen things I’d love to teach you that you’ve never tried, little girl.  Logan shook his head.  
“No.  What?”

“Mmm.”  She practically purred as Kir stroked her back.  “Cooking.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kir’s hands stop.  He wasn’t surprised at all when all three of them whimpered.  

“Cooking?”

“My mom is a really good cook, but I could never pick up the knack.”  She shifted under Kir, wiggling her ass
against his jean-clad erection.  Kir’s swift intake of breath was swiftly followed by his shudder.  “You’re a fucking
fabulous cook.” The way she moaned fabulous had Logan practically panting.

The little tease.  

She opened those sleepy eyes again and he was lost.  “So, will you teach me?”

Logan knew she was manipulating him, but right at that moment he didn’t care.  If she wanted to play, that was fine
by him.  The time for playing was almost over.  She accepted their hands on her skin, their kisses and touches,
with ease.  All she had left to do was accept their hearts, and if teasing and provoking them helped her do that,
then bring it on.

Kir climbed off Jordan’s back.  “I’m going to go take a shower.”  He left, limping, more than likely hobbled by the
erection Jordan had caused.

She wrinkled her nose.  “I know cleanliness is next to godliness, but don’t you guys take it a little too far?”

There really was no way to answer that, so he stood up.  “Kitchen, you little tease.”

“Oh, baby.  Pass me the spatula.”  She stood, needing only a little help, and practically dragged him to the kitchen.



What the hell am I doing?

Jordan watched as Logan chopped onions, noting the ease with which he did so.  His hands moved with
confidence, his big body relaxed as he chatted with her.  Even his erection didn’t seem to bother him any, much to
her surprise.

How do I tell him it’s bothering the hell out of me? The urge to throw both men down on the floor and have her
wicked way with them was getting stronger as she got better.  She so desperately wanted a taste of them she was
about ready to die if she didn’t get it soon.  

She couldn’t quite figure out what had come over her back in the living room.  Accepting Kir’s offer of a massage
had been totally innocent, but once he’d gotten his hands on her, she couldn’t resist teasing them both.  Hearing
Logan moving into the room had just added fuel to the fire.  It had become one of her favorite hobbies of late,
watching the two men squirm.

She felt so comfortable around them both, like she could just let go and fly, and they’d be there to catch her when
she came back down.  There wasn’t anyone else she felt that way about, and it still had the power to frighten her.

She knew they were using her recovery time to win her over, and she also knew she was allowing it.  If she wanted
to leave, she knew she could, godly powers be damned. While they would try to persuade her otherwise they
wouldn’t try to stop her.  No, she was staying as much for herself as for them.  She wanted to see where this would
lead, even if that meant she’d wind up with two men in her heart and her life.

And who the hell am I kidding? They’re already there.  She might lie to others, but she’d learned a long time ago
not to lie to herself.

“And then I said, suck my cock, and he did.”

Huh?

Jordan took her gaze off of his hands (and his dick) to see Logan smirking at her.

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said?”

Well, I heard ‘suck my cock’, but somehow I don’t think it’s wise to mention that.  “Maybe?”  She grinned and batted
her lashes at him.

Logan snorted.  “Right.”  He patted her on her rear.  “Get me the green, yellow and red peppers out of the fridge,
will you, sweetheart?”

She got the peppers, glad when she heard the water stop.  “Are you going to take a shower now?”  

Logan grunted.  “Fucking tease.”

She giggled as she dropped the peppers next to the onion.  

The tangy smell of chili was beginning to fill the air as Kir came into the kitchen.  He gave each of them an absent
peck on the lips before lifting the lid off the pot.  “Chili? Cool.”  He turned to Logan and bit his lip.  “Shower’s all
yours.”

Jordan couldn’t help it.  “You keep rubbin’ at it it’s gonna fall off.”

She heard Logan choke on the beer he’d just opened.  

She squeaked as Kir pushed her up against the countertop and took her lips in a wild, erotic kiss that curled her
toes.  “Don’t worry, sweetheart.  I’m a fertility god.”  He leaned forward just enough so that the next words were
whispered against her lips, arching his hips so that his erection brushed against her in light, teasing strokes.  “It’s
not going to fall off.”  He pulled away from her, winked, and sauntered out of the kitchen.

“Damn.”  She locked her knees to stop from hitting the floor.

“Amen.”  Logan leaned against the counter next to her, peering around to watch Kir as he sat at the dinette table.  
“My turn to get squeaky clean.”   He leaned in for his own kiss, and Jordan couldn’t resist accepting him any more
than she could have resisted Kir.

She pulled away from the kiss with a low laugh.  “You are both so bad.”

“Mm, but you love us anyway.”  It was his turn to saunter off, arrogance written all over his stride.

Damn.  She hated it when arrogant men were right.
Kiran Tate and Logan Saeter have been on the run from Oliver Grimm for so long they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be
free. Ending Grimm’s power games won’t be easy, but this time they have an ace in the hole. PI Jordan Grey, Guardian
Investigation’s resident hot shot—and Grimm’s step-granddaughter.

Jordan Grey has her doubts when Logan and Kir show up in her office with a tall tale of how her step-grandfather has
framed them for murder. And to top it all off, they’re claiming that they’re really the ancient Norse gods Loki and Baldur,
and that Grimm is Odin!

When the two lovers see the sexy detective for the first time, stopping Grimm suddenly takes a back seat to seducing her
into their arms. But Grimm never rests, and when his anger spills over onto Jordan, it sets them all on a collision course
with a destiny that will rock their world…
Her destiny rests in their hands…
"Dana Marie Bell has crafted a story that is unique and rich in mystique and sensuality.  This is a not to be missed
story." 4 Stars, EcataRomance Sensual

"This book worked on many levels and the love scenes take it all the way to the top of the Towering Inferno." 5
Stars, Manic Readers

"The following words to come to mind when describing Very Much Alive.  Amazing, Spectacular, Action, Romantic,
Angst." 5 Stars, Night Owl Romance Reviews

"I became lost in the story and read it in one sitting and couldn’t believe it when I reached the end. I can hardly wait
to read the next book so I can see what happens with all of the characters in the story." WC Best Book, Whipped
Cream Reviews

"Give this book a chance, you won't be sorry. I already can't wait for the next installment of the True Destiny
series." Five stars, Romance Book Scene

"I fell in love with the characters, especially Logan for his loyalty and Kiran for his godly powers and blonde, bad
boy looks. It’s really a tough choice when all the characters are lovable and easy to fall in love with." Four and a
half Tombstones, Bitten By Books

True Destiny Book 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance,
Ménage a Trois (M/M/F)
ISBN: 978-1-60504-392-0
Length: Category
Samhain Publishing
Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, some violence, and hot male/male/female
action. In fact, it could be considered a religious experience.
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