MENAGE ON MOONE MOUNTAIN
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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!
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?
EXCERPT
“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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