seriesmediakit2Hello Everyone! For those who don’t know me, my name is Houston Havens. I’m a Best Selling Author of the series Psychic Ménage and I welcome you to my world of Scifi-Paranormal-erotic-romance where fantasy becomes reality…if only for a moment in time.[divider]

When did you first discover your love for writing?

About the age of 6 with my Barbie dolls. My sister and I would stage entire plots each day for our Barbie and Ken’s to play out. I remember years later hearing my mother tell a friend she used to listen to us play, so she could hear what our stories where about and how our dolls got through it all. At times, Ken was a spy like 007 who had to save Barbie, other time Barbie was a model trying to break into the business and Ken was the agent she needed to get to the top. My stage plays turned into writing books at the age of 34.

Do you have a favourite place to write?

Every day in my den.

Do you have a writing routine or process that you adhere to?

Yes, trying to get some words written on the book once I get through all the business end of this business. Once you’re published it’s very hard to find the time you need to spend on a book because social media and promotions takes up a lot of good writing time. An author wears more than one hat in this writing world, 16 hours days are normal days for me.

Are there any authors or specific books you aspire to?

OH, I love Kayelle Allen, she writes sweeping sagas but also individual books like me! She goes from erotic to mainstream and I’ll read whatever she writes. I love her author voice. Here’s a tongue-in-cheek look at what relocating to the Tarthian Empire would be like for the immortals in her books. A bit of fiction, written in a non-fiction way, the book offers guidance from Joss Avaton, one of the immortals. Provides dire warnings about who not to cross, and what to do about pesky Mundanes (namely, those annoying humans), and who among the Chosen is not to be trusted.

If you are intrigued by this hop over here and find An Immortal’s Guide to Tarth Amazon Barnes and Noble

What inspired you to write XXX? I don’t write tripleX I write erotic-romance…I’m not an erotica writer. Each one of my books has three main storylines:

1– A Dystopian series plot,

2– A story (Love/sex) plot

3– A book’s individual characters goal subplot to the series plot.

I weave three tales into one sizzling tale of intrigue…you can’t have love without great sex so my sex scenes are seductively described but done with class. My stories are books a wife can read to her husband and the two can steam up their bedroom after I get the balls rolling! LOL

OOOH (smacks hand on forehead) my girlfriend just pointed out you weren’t talking about XXX style of writing- I’m supposed to fill in the xxx with the title of my book.  Hey, ok ya said to “be me” and my friend will quickly point out I’m a “blonde” and a retired “model”. Well, being a model I can’t deny…it’s how I earned a living before I got into writing…as far as the blonde…well, ahum…I’m blonde now! ;-D Can I still use that as my excuse for this hand smacking forehead moment?

Can you tell us a little  about your book?

I’d be happy to but first you have to understand how I work. Being that I’m an Irish lass, I can’t stand being “normal” I couldn’t be happy writing mainstream romance and I didn’t want to be an eroticA writer…I wanted to mix them together a little bit of each and a step above both. So I added a mainstream genre to the mix. But I couldn’t be happy with just a Sci-fi erotic-romance. I wanted to give my readers something different. So I came up with a series that covered ten genres: Yes, everything and the kitchen sink!

I blended Paranormal Time travel (ghosts, remote viewers, and shifters) with Futuristic Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera odyssey (space aliens, giants, and faeries! I happen to be a geek and love science and myths) so I had to add that. I then tossed in a touch of historical western (Humans beginning again after a culling). And to make that all work I had to add in a wee bit of Political Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic (to make it all believable – why men would share a woman – most ménages never give a good enough reason why the brothers or friends shared a woman and why a woman would go along with being shared! As you can tell, I’m a strong Irish woman and I’m sorry, I’m not going to fall into being SHARED or passed around or being in a ménage relationship unless there is a good reason for it. So, I had to make a good LOGICAL reason.). After creating one, I then added a touch of mystery to the series plot that I hope will intrigue my reader enough to take them through the entire 7 book series.

Book 1 Sinful Surrender is about a top psychic spy. Fay Avalon is on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth. She escapes only to land in the arms of the enemy. Once Logan and his brothers discover who she is, will they make her their wife or execute her as a spy?

Book 2 Phantom Desire is about a mind traveler Chandra Lamar. Who is on the run, not only from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, but from a past she can’t remember. A psychic vision pushes her to recall her purpose for being, but it’s a ghost that awakens her desires for a life she fears she’ll never have. Does Chandra find true love in the arms of the Nodin men or does her Phantom Desire forever own her heart?

Book 3 Exposed Ecstasy is about Tessla Reto escapes the Underworld after she finds the two men sent to help her are dead. She’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?

Faerydae’s search for truth and peace abruptly ends when a woman who stirs everything he’s spent a lifetime denying, falls into his life.

Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will a Faery always have her heart?


Do you have a favourite amongst all your characters?

In Sinful Surrender, my fav is Drakker. In Phantom Desire, I fell for Nikias and in Exposed Ecstasy of course it’s Faerydae. Who did you fall in love with?

Does your book contain a message for readers to consider?

Yes, very much so! All my books have a deeper meaning because I work FACTS about our real world (like HARRP, Remote Viewers, Underworld cities and military bases and other such things that my book plots are based on and around) that we all should be keeping an eye on. I am trying to make my readers curious enough so they will go on the internet and research things I put in my books – what they think I’ve created in fiction is not fiction at all but fact. It’s real already! A lot of the weapons and abilities I put in the books are already being used by our government(s)…things they won’t pass on to the ‘average’ person.

Would you be interested in sharing a teaser?

I’d love to! I’ll give only tame ones out of respect for those of your readers who do not like erotic-romance.

Sinful Surrender: Tag Line: Why be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by three?

“What do you think, Drakker? Is that beautiful filly alive?”

Alive? The words she thought she heard sounded as if they were spoken underwater.

What’s a filly? Fay felt her body jerk with the thought. I can’t be alive. I hit too hard. The damn gel wrap didn’t work. What’s a Drakker? The last thing she remembered seeing was a dried, cracked brown surface racing toward her. It reminded her of the land she’d seen on mars in one of her mind travels.

“…’s a spy?”

She flinched at catching the word spy. Her world was fading in and out. Had she been rescued? She knew she was flat on her back Sinful surrenderinstead of strapped into her seat and was only hearing parts of a conversation.

“…Dwellers’ don’t have craft.”

Who’s talking? Am I imagining it, or have Reto’s men found me? Is that why I’m lying here? Did the Dirt Dwellers drag me from my craft already? There was a pressure under her nose and then a distant moan. Oh no, did I hit someone? She tried to move, but nothing worked.

“Hey, she’s coming around.”

There it is again. A deep tone, but it was more distinct this time. Someone’s talking, but who? How many people have I hurt? Why didn’t I see them before I crashed? The thought of such a tragedy drew her back toward full consciousness. She had to help them. Every effort she made to open her eyes failed. Someone moaned again. Who was that? She would know if she could only see. Damn. It felt like someone had placed two monolithic stones on her eyelids. The more effort she put into opening her eyes, the more her world spiked with stars and swirled around in her head. She was woozy. Pain had settled into every bone she had. Again with the moaning, and she realized the moans she heard were her own.

“I was afraid she might be dead,” a deep masculine voice said.

I can’t be dead. She scoffed to herself. It’s impossible to hurt this much and be dead. With one last-ditch effort Fay forced her eyes open to the blinding radiation of the sun. A shadow blocked the glaring rays. To her astonishment, she lay gazing up at a strong-jawed man kneeling beside her with a pitch-black curl of hair draped over his forehead. The rest of his sexy locks were slicked back on both sides, accented with a cowboy hat sitting on the back of his head at a cocky tilt. His sharp electric-blue eyes held a sparkle as he glided an admiring glance over her breasts and down her frame. He arched his dark eyebrows, wrinkling his tanned forehead as he watched her studying him.

He smirked, tugging on the end of her long black braided ponytail that lay askew between her breasts. “I hope you like what you’re looking at. They call me Drakker.”


Phantom Desire: Tag Line:  Can the promise of eternal love from a phantom win over the physical passions of real men?

 His gaze traveled over her from head to toe, confusing her. They were angry at each other, weren’t they? So why was her heart fluttering and why did she see lust rather than loathing in his stare? His mumble perked her ears. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Wh-what?” She exhaled her words on a deep breath.


“What did you say?”

The second she relaxed, his grip tightened around her shoulders, anger curled his lip. “I said, I won’t take my eyes off of you.”

“You’re an idiot.” She attempted to twist away from him, but his countermove caused them to tumble onto the bed. Before she could get up, he straddled her waist and pinned her arms above her head.

The bastard tricked me! “Get off me!” Her body trembled with anger as he leaned over her.

His voice cloaked in aggression. “Are you telling me, you and Ortello had sex?”

“Yes!” She bucked her hips trying to get him to release her arms. “My heart is his.”

The victorious glint in his eye made her nerves jump. His sensuous mouth slipped into a side-slanted leer, stretching out above his strong jawline. “Out of your own mouth you confess Ortello sealed the deal, do you?”

Deal? What deal? Something was telling her not to say a word, but she didn’t listen. “I do.”

“Well then, it’s settled.” He straightened, releasing his hold on her wrists.

She shot up to her elbows. It was as far as she could move with him still astride her hips. “What’s settled?”

“By our laws, you are mine and Nikias’ wife whether we ever fuck you or not.” He got up and escaped to a safer spot across the room. “That same law grants me the power of protection over you.”

“Protection! I’ve protected me and Fay all these years without help. I don’t need protection now, especially by you!”

He pointed a finger at her. “You will abide by the law.”

She shoved all the way up to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. “Wanna run the small print of that law pass me one more time? Because, husband or not, I won’t be told what to do. You’re an Airborne not a Dirt Dweller. From what Fay told me, an Airborne wife is a partner to her husbands, not a slave. Got it? Besides, I don’t remember doing any kind of deal or taking any vow with Ortello. We made love, that’s it!”

“By our laws a man doesn’t sleep with a woman unless they are committed to marriage. If he takes her before a marriage ceremony is performed, and they later decide to go separate ways before the vows are spoken, the brothers can agree to release the woman of the unvoiced promise–”

“Then release me.”

Phantm DesireHe held up his finger to silence her and make his point. “But, should any one of the brothers refuse to release her, the commitment is valid, and must be honored. It appears Ortello committed us to each other without telling any of us.”

“Like I said, release me.”

His bottom lip pressed up forcing the corners down as he shook his head. “Sorry. I’m not of mind to do that.”

“What?” she shrieked. Was she wrong or was that sparkle dancing in his eyes delight?

“You’re mine.” A cheeky smirk sliced across his face. “Like it or not.”

Betrayed, Chandra clinched her fist, shaking it at Andonis’ retreating back as he fled to open the door. “Bullshit! Pure bullshit!” She screamed flying off the bed as he stepped out of the room. The minute she grabbed the candlestick holder from the nightstand, he drew the door to within an inch of closing. It was clear he’d guessed her intensions and sought to protect his head from any flying objects coming his way.

“You’re not going, Chandra,” he said from behind the door. “Final word as your husband.”


Nikias stood in the hall listening to all the commotion. He backed up at his brother’s quick exit from the room. A loud thump and then a crash splattered against the closed door. Andonis looked at him with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “Do you think she’s angry with me?”

He felt his brow pull up in amusement. “Just a little. She’ll be even angrier when she finds out you lied about the common-law thing.” He pressed his brow into a tight pinch.

Andonis moved like lightning down the hall.

“Where are you escaping to?” Nikias followed him to the foyer. He watched as Andonis grabbed a shirt and slipped it on while stepping out the front door.

“To have a word with Logan. Keep her busy until I get back.”

“Andonis! Please don’t do this.” He threw his hands up in a pleading gesture. “Don’t leave me with an angry woman who’s seven inches taller than me.”

“You’ll be fine.” He vanished around the corner of the house.



Exposed Ecstasy Tagline: Words can never express the emotions needed to be heard by the heart.

“Can ya be explaining to me how ya’ve been claimed without being tattooed?”

She brushed past him. He spun around and grabbed her shoulders, cinching them as he pushed her back until the end wall of the row houses stopped her.

“Faerydae, stop! I let Shomar decorate my finger with a stamp. It just looked like a tattoo, but as I said, it washed off.”

His breath left his lungs as if he’d been hit in the gut.

His reaction made her nervous. “What? Why do you act like that?”

“So,” There was a sudden hardness in his eyes. “Shomar laid his claim on ya.”

She shoved at his chest; feeling irritated with his insinuation Shomar would lie or trick her. “I told you, no one has claimed me. Shomar was just showing me–”

“No, Tessla!” Faerydae pulled her from the wall, leading her in the direction of their quarters. “There is no showing. Did he explain the reason for it?”


“And yet ya allowed him to tattoo ya?”

“Yes. He said if we got separated while shopping everyone would know who I was with and–”

“Don’t ya get it? He claimed ya!” He pressed his glass card to the door’s center glass panel. It vanished as it had before. The minute the circle appeared on the glass, he placed his palm over it. The familiar yellow glow scanned his hand, as the white laser flashed his eye print. The door gave that same humming sound before going silent. His card reappeared and he dropped it in his pocket as it hissed open. He nudged her through the doorway. Before she could escape to her room, he backed her against the wall. “Ya’er his now. Do ya bloody well get that?”

“You know what?” She shoved at his chest. “I’m getting tired of having my back slammed against a wall when I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Faerydae leaned down into her face. “Yes, ya did.” He was so close his mouth brushed against hers when he said the word ya. His eyes fell to her lips. His mouth followed, pressing ever so gently at first, before turning demanding when she responded to his kiss. Exposed EcstacyPulling away he whispered, “Why did ya kiss me the way that ya did?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do.” He pulled her hips against his hardness. “Ya were toying with me. Flaunting ya now belong to Shomar.”

“I was not.” She poked her finger into his chest. “I was teaching you a lesson. Women are people too.”

His brow rose in disbelief. “If that be so then what was all that grab-assing about? What lesson was I supposed to be learning from that?”

Okay, so I got carried away. Kill me.

At her silence, he hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her face to his, kissing her hard before she could make up a good reason. He ripped his lips away. “Ya couldn’t be leaving it alone, could ya Princess?”

He came in for another kiss and she held her fingers over his lips preventing him. “I didn’t start it. You did, space cadet, with your stupid suggestion–I kiss you.”

“I didn’t come up with the asinine idea, Zorid did.” His sneer turned into a sheepish grin. “I had no other bloody options but to be taking him up on it.” His hands found her arms and placed them around his neck. “But ya had to being pushing it further–confessing to exposing ya’erself to me. Ya did it just to stir me up and it worked.”

She should have brought them down when his fingertips roamed over her breast, but she didn’t. She couldn’t, his touch filled her with a passion she wanted to explore.

“Ya shouldn’t be getting involved with me.”

“I’m not.”

“No?” He dropped his hand farther down and lifted the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist to slide his fingers into her panties.


What would say has been your biggest challenge and achievement in writing XXX?

Oh no…I’m not falling for that trick again! My biggest challenge and achievement in writing the Psychic Ménage series was blending in all the facts without info dropping or boring my readers…I wanted to balance the facts and merge in the fantasy to entertain them as they learned. Apparently, I have done all right with this method. The books are all getting most 4 and 5 star reviews. 

What have you learned about yourself as a writer through writing this series?

That I can share my interest in the Sci-Fi genre and turn those who think they’d never understand or enjoy Sci-Fi into fans of my work. I learned that the readers are willing to let me share my stories with them and lead them down the path I want to lead them and they will go and be glad they trusted me to do this. I never leave them dangling (unless you’re in the middle of my series- lol) I will always give you an HEA when I’m done…BUT the trick for my readers will be knowing when I’m done…I don’t like to let my readers go once I have them.

 Do you have any advice for other aspiring authors?

Don’t rush your work to the market. Enjoy learning your trade and learn it well. Realize one very important fact – you can really hurt your chances with the readers if you (self-published) put your work out there before you’re really ready to be out there. Once they attach “bad writing” to that name…they’ll never buy another book. Even when the books is just ok…don’t put it out there until it’s perfect…once you believe it’s perfect…that’s when you write it again and find your voice…then it’ll be ready for the market. Don’t believe those who say they write a book in two weeks and are doing well in the publishing world…they’re selling to one time buyers….the sales won’t last! Go for the fan, the reader who will buy every book you write because it’s the best book they’re ever read. 

Anything else you would like to say?

OMG…I’m Irish…I can talk forever! But I would like to thank my fans for being there for me while I found my place in this writers world. I thank all my reviewers who gave me such kind words and all those wonderful 4 and 5 star reviews! So many of you have touched my heart with your reviews! Thank you! And for those readers who have reached out to me on twitter and Facebook…thank you…I promise to always give you my best!

And finally, do you have any future works planned?

Of course, I have two other series that will be following the Psychic Ménage Series. I also will be publishing a “How to write a Best Selling Novel” in which I’m telling ALL the SECRETS published authors and publishers NEVER share with aspiring authors. I have a book coming out at the start of the year in a multi-author box set.

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Author Bio:

Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.

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