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Hawaiian Triple Heat
Erotica Romance Author

The Dr. Love Shark Series

book 3

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 Erotica Romance Ménage M/F * M/F/M * Anal Sex * Voyeurism * BDSM


By: Bobbi Brattz | Other books by Bobbi Brattz
Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 85,105
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc

Stranded in Hawaii, travel agent Rae Hooper falls into the arms of Mateo Mann, AKA Dr. Love Shark, and his best friend, Dr. Piers Kaaumoana. Mateo is an infamous sex therapist who teaches people how to make the most out of the five senses, but he refuses to give his heart. Piers is Rae’s modeling partner who touches more than her emotions when they perform in front of an invisible audience while Mateo speaks, his sexy voice igniting her desires.

It’s an impossible ménage where friends become foes and love becomes heartache. When their love triangle is revealed to the masses, Rae’s life is in ruins and there’s nowhere to run. Can her heart survive the heated passions of Mateo’s untamed, wild desires and Piers’s offer of love? Will the two men resolve their issues or part ways for good?

Hawaiian Triple Heat—where sex crosses the line into love and hearts seek completion.

Note: There is NO sexual relationship/touching between the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance



The soft carpet muffled his footsteps as he walked over to the bed. She’d left the light on and fallen asleep still clothed, facing to the side on her belly. Her soft lips were parted slightly, the strain in them that had been visible earlier gone. Dark lashes brushed like delicate feathers over the top of her cheeks where makeup residue was smudged a little. She’d probably regret that come morning. Women hated waking up looking all mussed, yet on her, he found it sexy.

Wavy golden locks cascaded across the bedspread like a silken blanket. Mateo picked up a strand in his fingers and felt it then leaned in closer to smell the elusive scent. Ah…pineapple. He loved the smell of pineapple. She’d probably used one of the fruit-scented shampoos that were made on the island.

Curious, he brushed a stray strand out of her face and stopped cold when her eyes flashed open and she screamed like the dogs of hell were at her heels. Rae scrambled back on the bed then slipped off the side, landing in a heap on her ass before jumping to her feet.

“Whoa!” he cried. “Relax. I only came to see if you were okay. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Where the hell am I?”

The expression of fear on her face nearly undid him.

“You don’t know?” Confused, he tilted his head and watched her, wondering if she’d hit her head. He reached out to check her for injuries but stopped when she backed into the wall and knocked a painting off it.

Her eyes followed it then widened. The art piece depicted a naked man, his fingers threaded through a woman’s hair, holding her head in front of his groin while his was thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. Shooting her gaze back to meet Mateo’s, she moaned like a wounded creature caught in a trap.

“It’s not what you think!” he said, holding his hands out in a sign of peace.

“It’s exactly what it looks like—pornography!” she cried, her hand going to her throat as though expecting him to pounce on her at any moment.

“Look, Ms. Hooper, there’s a perfectly good explanation to all this. I’m a doctor and—”

“Yeah, Doctor Pervert, the shark doctor who has a million women at his beck and call, sinking his teeth into each one, sometimes dozens at a time.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the exaggeration, finding her sarcasm funny. It was definitely the wrong thing to do. She shoved him, racing for the door as he fell back on the bed. With another chuckle, he followed her, catching up just as she left the building.

When he caught her around the waist, she screamed. Not wanting the guests to become alarmed, he put a hand over her mouth and carried her struggling body back inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Before letting her go, he took her back to the bedroom and dropped onto the bed with her.

Eyes widening as he loomed over her, she renewed her fight, her fist almost catching him on the jaw.

To keep them both safe from harm, he took her wrists in one hand, held them above her head, and kept his other hand on her mouth to stop her screams.

“Enough!” he shouted.

Terror turned her eyes a deeper green, her body stilling as she stared up at him.

Rolling his eyes, Mateo said sarcastically, “I’m not here to harm you. For crying out loud, I have about three hundred people asleep not two hundred yards from my door. I’m only trying to stop you from waking them all up! Now, I’m going to release your mouth. Please, promise me you won’t keep on screaming?”

After a long moment where he could practically feel the wheels in her mind rolling, he watched her reluctantly nod and let her mouth go. She didn’t wait a second before she opened her mouth to scream again, so he did the only thing he could since she’d grabbed his wrist…He kissed her.

Passion ignited between them, shocking him. Still she fought though, squirming beneath him as his hardening groin pressed into her belly. Her breasts pumped up and down against his hard chest as she panted, unable to breathe when his lips left no room to run. He sensed the moment she fell into the passion of his heated onslaught and melted against him.

When she released his wrist, her arm slipped up around his neck, and he knew she had fallen under his spell. Pleased at her response, yet disappointed at the same time, he lifted his head, staring down at her. He watched as she slowly came to her senses, knowing the moment she realized that he was the one kissing her.

“Oh!” she cried, trying to shove him off her.

With a chuckle, he murmured, “Just like the rest of them. You’re easy pickings, Ms. Hooper.”