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.

HER FULL MOON COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | BDSM | M/F,M/F/M, M/M |
Spanking | Double Penetration |Anal Sex |

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Lily's plan for a "quiet" weekend escape goes wild when a pack of wolves crash into her cabin. Luckily, a hot, mostly-naked cowboy saves the day--the man who'd triggered her preteen fantasies when her parents rented the same cabin 10 years earlier.

When Chaz reveals the truth about the wolves that are after her--a curse he himself shares--she has to decide whether to shed her hard-kept virginity to let Chaz and his sexy alpha, Kade, claim her as their own.

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R Excerpt:

Trying to focus on the sounds of the woods instead of the electric tingles shooting through her did little good. His heavy breaths overshadowed all other sound, save the beating of her desperately racing heart. Even something as routine as his inhalations and exhalations carried an intimate connotation to her ears.

“Damn it,” he said, snapping her out of her idiotically sensual study of his respiratory habits. “They’re gonna follow us.”

“What? How do you know that?”

He flicked a glance her way. “I can hear them.”

She cocked her head and tried to listen. There were still howls and night noises, but nothing close by or obvious. “I can’t tell that.”

“They’re comin’ after us, trust me. But we’re almost there. Hang on.”

As soon as the words were out, they burst out of the endless fringe of trees. She’d never been here before, but knew this must be his ranch. The land here was open and sparse, gleaming pale white in the light of the full moon. Still, he was moving so fast that she couldn’t make out much detail to the front entrance. Suddenly, she was deposited on her feet on a wooden porch that spanned a much longer distance than the one in front of the tiny cabin.

“In here,” he said, pushing his front door open. “Hurry.”

She rushed in ahead of him, through a wide entry foyer and straight ahead until she ducked through an archway and found herself in a living area. Chaz had stopped to lock his door, but she heard him follow fairly close behind her. She was impressed by the hard wood, wrought iron, and leather furnishings with a high-end Southwestern flair, though a little leery of the well-polished shotguns racked above the fireplace mantle.

When she spun around, however, his weapons and decor were long forgotten. Her jaw fell open as Chaz stalked into the living room completely naked. The towel must have come loose during their mad dash for freedom—and shit. She was far from expert on the matter, but what she saw before she gasped and turned away seemed impressively long, and if she wasn’t mistaken, semi-aroused. They didn’t normally point out a spot on the floor several inches ahead of the guy’s toes, did they?

“We have to talk,” he said.

“Now?” She tried to take an interest in the hand-painted Mexican tile floor. “Shouldn’t you put something on first?”

“There isn’t time for that. They’re comin’.”

She heard metallic clicking sounds, and when curiosity won out, she peeked over to see Chaz loading bullets into the chambers of a shiny pistol. He stood behind a desk with a gun box on it, which mercifully hid the parts of him she couldn’t erase erotic mental imagery of.

“Wouldn’t a shotgun be better?” She stole a glance above the fireplace, wondering why she was weighing in when she had no idea what she was talking about.

“I don’t have any silver buckshot.”

“What?”

He held up one of the tiny cylinders he was loading. “Silver bullets.”

She raised a brow. “As in the Lone Ranger?”

“No, as in werewolves are allergic to silver.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

He clicked the pistol’s chamber shut and laid the gun on the table. “You need to know what’s goin’ on, Lily. And you need to decide what you’re gonna do about it right now.”

Chaz came around the table, revealing his massive manhood again. She held up a hand and backed away. “Hold it. Just stay behind something if you won’t get dressed, okay? It’s a bit weird trying to have a conversation with an exhibitionist.”

“This is no time for modesty, even if I were so inclined. Those wolves didn’t break into your cabin by accident. They were comin’ after you.”


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Chaz held Lily’s eyes in silence while he shed his clothes, and then both men were naked in front of her. Their backs faced the truck headlights as they advanced, blocking much of the light as they urged her backward. A tingle shot straight down her spine when she stood on the middle of the sleeping bag. This was it. Two men were about to ravage her, claiming her together as their own.

She swallowed and let her eyes roam over the silhouettes cloaked in shadow. Their stiff cocks were evident despite the dim light, and cricket song and birds of night joined with the men’s raw, erotic breaths while they pulled her shirt over her head. Chaz leaned in to claim her mouth first, plunging his tongue inside to entwine with hers. Kade dropped to his knees and went straight to work on her breasts, his wet tongue circling her already hard nipples until she moaned in combined relief and frustration.

A matter of hours ago, it would never have occurred to her to wonder what the attentions of two men would feel like. Since discovering her fate, however, those hours of waiting had felt like endless days of torment. Now, finally, she had both of her men’s hands and mouths where they belonged, and the sensations threatened to unhinge her.

She felt fingers tugging on her jeans, and the denim slipped down over her knees. Chaz pulled her down to the sleeping bag with him, and soon she was naked in the woods with two hot males lying beside her. The thick layer of pine needles their blanket lay on was springy and softer than she expected, but that barely registered with her now.

Hands slid down between her wet thighs, which she spread apart gladly. Her soft cry was quickly swallowed by Kade’s lips. Her hand slid into the soft, not shaved side of his hair, pulling him close to deepen the kiss. Chaz sucked one, then the other of her nipples into his mouth, and she arched her back against the waves of pleasure. Multiple fingers slid up and down her wet pussy lips, some dipping inside her hole while more stroked and rolled her clit between them. She bucked her hips as a heavy, exquisite pressure built behind her pubic bone. Her free hand found Kade’s thick cock near her hip, and she marveled at the veined, throbbing velvet texture while she milked it in her fist.

He growled in his throat and pulled back from her lips. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”

“She’s ready, Kade,” Chaz said, his voice strained almost beyond recognition. He thrust his erection against her other hip, sliding hot and thick against her skin.

She groaned. “Hell yes, I’m ready. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

Kade’s eyes glowed yellow in the dark. “God, I want to taste those dripping pussy juices. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it. And shit, I’m gonna have to wait.” He took a deep breath. “I relinquish first—or should I say, fourth—rights to you, Chaz.”

~~Warning: Excerpt contains explicit material~~

Yee-doggies! My first western releases today...and let me say the Nevada desert just got hotter!

CRYSTAL’S COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Western, M/M/F, M/M, and M/F,light spanking

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Crystal finds herself lying in the blazing Nevada desert, with no memory of how she got there and two seductive cowboys riding to her rescue. Ranch hands Trey and Rafael are hot as hell and both want her desperately. Rather than choose between them, she seduces ‘em both in the old abandoned bunkhouse where they keep her as their sexy little secret.
Riding double sends Crystal soaring to sexual heights—especially the thought that her two cowboys want to tame each other as well. But secrets of their own and her forgotten danger could cost her both of her western heroes. Will her wild ride end in a hard fall?

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Prying her eyes open took some effort—sleep had apparently tried to glue them shut permanently. When her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was a head tucked against her left side, down near her waist. A man’s head. She blinked and looked again. A sandy-haired man was seated in a chair that had been pulled alongside her bed. He leaned way forward to rest his head on the forearms he had folded on her mattress. Hair fell across part of his face, obscuring his features, but she could see the square angles of a clean-shaven jaw and an eye that was firmly closed. She had no idea who this man was, but he felt familiar and safe.

A swell of tenderness and curiosity rose, and she reached out to push aside the loose sweep of bangs to get a better look. Crystal’s fingertips had barely brushed against his hair when she spotted the anomaly on the back of her hand. She sucked in a breath, then gasped louder when his hand shot out to grab hers.

He shook back his bangs, and she recognized his sapphire eyes. That sexy, breath-stealing gaze had been making cameo appearances in her most recent dreams—bizarre dreams at that. There had been one where two cowboys had ridden to her rescue, just like an old western. Then later, all of them stripped naked and got in a hot tub, very not like an old western. She’d begged one of them to screw her, and my god but was his bulge huge when she’d grabbed it.

The man sat up in his seat and offered a lopsided smile that could no doubt become the ruin of many a woman. “Hello,” he said.

“Um, hi.” She reached a hand up to her hair, wondering just how terrifying she must look—and where the hell she was. Although, the tubing and tape stuck to the back of her hand gave her some ideas about both.

“Nice to see you awake.”

“Thanks.” She’d say it was nice to be awake, but she hadn’t quite decided yet.

With some difficulty, she pulled her eyes away from the gorgeous stranger and looked around the room. Everything was done in pale, whitewashed shades and looked somewhat modern and homey—until her eyes found what she’d been looking for. The buzzing sound she’d heard came from a computerized vital signs monitor, and beside that stood in IV pole with a couple bags of clear fluid hanging from it.

“I’m in a hospital?”

The man nodded. “Sorry about that.”

She glanced back at him with a frown. “Why? Did you do something to hurt me?”

His expression clouded from pleasant to concern. “You don’t remember anythin’? The desert?”

“I remember vultures.”

He shook his head. “I don’t recall any vultures.”

She thought harder, then her eyes widened when some of her memories reassembled themselves. “It wasn’t a dream, was it? I remember you—and another man with big brown eyes.”

“That was Rafael. I’m Trey.”

“You found me on the ground and carried me out.” Her eyes narrowed as she searched his face. “Am I crazy, or are you a cowboy who rode up on a white horse?”

His deep laugh brought heat to her cheeks, and not only because she felt silly admitting her fantasy out loud. “You’re not crazy. I rode you out on a roan paint, but I imagine in the bright sun he might have looked white at the time.”

“Oh.”

She hadn’t been dreaming. So why couldn’t she remember much of what had happened after that?

A jab of panic shot through her. If that part hadn’t been a dream, what about the other part?
She couldn’t quite look at him while she asked. “We weren’t in a hot tub together at some point, were we?”

“A hot tub?” The laugh came again. “I’m afraid the accommodations we offered you at the ranch weren’t that high quality.”