Friday, 5 September 2014



Hi there

It's finally here!  Menage on Moone Mountain has now been released!  This is a sexy Cowboy Romance with hot MM action as well as, of course, MMF MENAGE.

I'm so proud of this book and really hope you like it!

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 Doms, Travis Beaumont and Kent Freeman, enjoy a loving relationship on Moone Mountain.  When Travis finds a beautiful young girl, calling herself Brooke Adams, unconscious in a ravine, both men fall for her.  Having almost given up on their dream of adding a submissive girl to their 'family' to make a ménage relationship, Kent is primarily skeptical.
    Kent's worries increase when she sees him dressed in leathers and wielding a singletail whip in his playroom.  Could her fears be linked to the scars and welts which Travis noticed on her body?  She refuses to tell them much about herself, although her nightmares and scars are a sure indication that the girl’s in big trouble.
    Terrified, Brooke rushes off, intending to leave town, but is persuaded by one of the ranch hands to stay at the hotel for the night until the storm passes.  While Kent and Travis worry about her, and try to figure out how to get her back, Brooke discovers more about the BDSM lifestyle    The guys find her in the local BDSM Club, where her impression of them alters and she is obviously attracted to them.  But Kent asks questions again and they lose their chance to ask her out before the local billionaire's son approaches her.
    How can they compete with a billionaire, and is there any hope of ever reconciling their relationship with Brooke now that she’s found someone else, anyhow?  
    When it is later disclosed that Kent Freeman is the local Deputy Sheriff, it seems like the last straw for Brooke, especially when she discovers that he has found out about her past and the real reason she is on the run.  Can she ever trust them again? And when disaster strikes at the ranch, how can they ever stop her from leaving town?

                “Now you and I both know you’re way overdue some punishment, don’t we?”  he murmured into her ear. 
                A cold chill ran through her whole body.
                “Don’t we?” he snapped.
                She remained stoic.  She knew him.  He was like a petulant child when he didn’t get what he wanted.  Well, she was darned if she was going to give him what he wanted now.
He grunted angrily as he pulled her head up by the hair, tipping it back slightly.  “I asked you a question, slut!”
Her eyes were forced to face the window and her heart leaped.  Two shadows were poised in the darkness and she would recognize their physiques anywhere.  Kent’s calm demeanour gave her strength and she gazed at his gun which pointed right at the bastard behind her.  Travis’s determined jaw was clenched and he too had his gun ready with Chad West in his sights.
Chad tugged at her hair again and pain seared her head once more.  Feeling weak and woozy, she forced herself to think straight as she clenched her teeth to keep from yelling.  Her mind whirled with hope—all she had to do was get the fucker far enough away from her to enable them a clear shot.
The bastard was getting more antsy by the minute.  She refused to play his game and it irked the hell out of him.  She was becoming so debilitated that it would be virtually impossible to speak to him now, anyway.
Eventually Chad took the knife and sized it up against her soft throat, which was hardly pulsating at all now. Nothing.
“I know what’ll get your blood pumping.” He snarled as he reached over her and grabbed the single tail from the table.  He waved it menacingly in front of her face, still holding the knife to her throat.
“What do you think, slut?  Don’t you want to kiss your old friend?”  Chad swung the tail lightly across her face, tormenting her with the potential hell he could leash on her at any minute.  Brooke held her breath, determined not to make a sound, and hoping that he couldn’t read the expression on her face.  He huffed in disappointed exasperation.  “Fuck this!” 
She wasn’t sure whether he had given up on the idea of using the whip, or if he planned to use it while she hung from that dang rope.  She watched tentatively, still holding her breath, as he looked around. Brooke knew he’d need to put the chair in position so he could lift her high enough to get her neck through the noose. She could feel his cold eyes staring down at her lifeless body in his arms. When she still wouldn’t respond to his taunts, he simply let go of her and she plummeted unceremoniously onto the hard wooden floor.

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