To Tame a Wild Mustang Categories: Erotic Romance, Historical, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
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Kate is hardly an average gal in the old west. She dresses in man's trousers, speaks Hupa indian, and pursues animal medicine—a male vocation. Why should it surprise her to find herself in a shocking, unconventional relationship with two drop-dead sexy cowboys?
William is trying to save his failing ranch by taming wild mustangs with native Indian methods to keep things running while he rebuilds his cattle herd. Jack is the muscled ranch hand who has stuck by William through thick and thin—and stirs something inside of William that he’s never felt for a man. Does Kate, the wild beauty who has lassoed their hearts, have room in hers for them both? And can their love survive a lynch mob determined to see Kate and William hung for a crime they didn't commit?
Excerpt:
“We’ll help put up the horse and wagon,” Jack said in a volume that suggested he was trying to remind her he was standing there, watching. She hadn’t forgotten. His eyes penetrated her to the core, and a shiver went through her at the thought of standing in Jack’s arms the way she was practically doing with William.
“Thanks to you for the escort as well, but I’m perfectly capable of putting up the wagon on my own,” she told him. “I don’t want to hold you two up.”
A lazy smile curved his lips, and her gaze lingered on them a bit longer than was proper. “Two extra sets of hands will ease your task.”
Something shocking flickered in her mind—a thought of what other things two extra sets of hands might be helpful for.
“Besides,” William said, “we’re in no hurry.”
Unable to think of an argument aside from the obvious impropriety of being alone in the dark with two men and her indecent thoughts, she let them help her unsaddle Peaches and get the animal put up for the night. As the pair worked side by side with her, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering what it would be like to have a man like William or Jack helping her with chores every night. Afterward, he’d take her by the hand and lead her inside, where he would watch her brush out her long hair before retiring to the bed they shared.
“Guess that about does it,” William said, jerking her away from her folly. She felt hair prickling along her arms beneath the sleeves of her dress, standing on end from the shock of where her imagination had sent her.
She barely managed to stammer out thanks while they walked back to their horses, and she pulled her shawl tighter around herself when they did. William turned to her, his measuring gaze searching every inch of her face. He pulled off his hat and nodded. “Miss Kate,” he said, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper while he stepped close. Too close. “There’s somethin’ I’d very much like to do right now, if you’ll forgive me for asking.”
Her breathing grew shallower until it nearly left altogether, and her lips parted slightly. Oh, please, let him kiss me, she thought as he drew even closer. She licked her lips and wavered, deciding whether to let him finish asking or just cut to the chase and meet him halfway.
Her pulse fluttered, and when she couldn’t stand his hesitation any longer, she darted forward and pressed her mouth to his. The sensation was indescribable, sending a shiver through her despite the warmth of her wrap. His lips were hot and pliable, smooth and yet firm.
He stiffened, but she heard a slight groan in his throat.
The sound of Jack clearing his throat brought her back to sanity, and she jerked back. Jack’s eyes were regarding her with undisguised interest. William’s looked a bit glazed.
“Is that what you were going to ask?” she whispered to William.
He cleared his throat. “Actually, I wanted permission to call on you sometime.”
Heat flew to her face. “Oh.” She stepped back and hugged herself. “Well, I’d say you’d better pay call, since you just kissed me.”
He cocked his head. “I believe it were you who kissed me. Ma’am.”
Jack’s chuckle sparked a touch of irritation in her. “Looked that way to me.”
She shot Jack a glare. “He didn’t exactly fight me off.”
William smiled. “Should I have?”
Well, didn’t the two of them look mighty pleased with themselves at her foolishness? She fought off the urge to hit William. “You were the one who said I made an impression.”
He put his hat on and untethered his horse. “Oh, yes, ma’am. And you can consider me duly impressed.”
“Amen,” Jack said, climbing on his horse.
William’s thigh swung up over Windstorm, and he tipped his hat to her. “Night, Miss Marsh.”
Her chest felt like a hammer was trying to beat its way out of it while she watched them trot off into the night.
