Flames of Desire
(Desire, Oklahoma 10)Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, whipping, sex toys, HEA
Courtney Sheldon never wanted to go back to Desire, her childhood home—until the residents kicked her family out of town. Now, she has to go back.
Law and Zach Tyler have spent years trying to buy the property, but the elderly lady who owned it refused to sell—at any price. After meeting Courtney, they know why. They also know they’ve found the woman they’ve been searching for. Convincing her that they want her for herself, and not the land she will inherit, proves difficult, but nothing compared to earning her trust when she learns that they not only want to be her lovers—but her Masters .
Drawn into the world of dominance and submission, Courtney finds herself trusting again, and learning the meaning of intimacy—and pleasure. But how can she live in a town with so many bad memories, especially when her father has vowed revenge on her and the residents of Desire for shunning him?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Courtney eyed her reflection in the freshly cleaned mirror above the dresser in the room she’d slept in as a child.
She didn’t know where Law and Zach would be taking her but figured the turquoise, long, flowing skirt, camisole, and lightweight shirt to layer over it would be appropriate almost anywhere.
Slipping on a pair of comfortable strappy sandals in the same color, she went back to the kitchen, grimacing at the stacks of dishes on the counter.
Deciding that she might as well start on them while she waited, she crossed the peeling linoleum floor to the sink, pausing when a strange sound came from high on the wall behind her.
Giggling at the groaning sound the doorbell made, Courtney turned and went to answer the door, still smiling as she swung it open. Her smile widened at the sight of Law and Zach standing on her sagging front porch.
Both men looked gorgeous and far too sophisticated to be standing on her dilapidated porch. Their size alone took up most of it.
Opening the door wide, she shook her head. “You’d better get in here before the porch collapses.”
Zach came through first, his black shirt and slacks giving him a sleek, dangerous look. Grinning, he reached for her, his brow going up when she took a step back, avoiding his touch. “Hey! I’m not fat.”
“No, but both of you are huge. You’ve both got to be six and a half feet tall.”
Zach grinned. “I’m six-four, and Law’s six-five.”
“Holy cow.” Aware of Law’s attention, she turned, heading back to the kitchen for her purse.
Their presence made the small living room feel even smaller, the sexual awareness that she’d fought earlier coming back in full force.
“What were you smiling about when we rang the bell?” Law’s voice came from right behind her, and when she spun, she ran straight into him. Gripping her arms before she could back away, he smiled down at her. “You have a beautiful smile. What was so amusing?”
Leaning back against the wall next to the doorway to the kitchen, Courtney took a steadying breath, trying not to think about the fact that only a few inches separated their bodies. “The doorbell. Ask Zach to push it, and you’ll see what I was smiling about.”
Frowning, Zach went back outside to push the doorbell, his frown even deeper when he came back in. “That’s awful.”
Law’s jaw clenched. “And probably dangerous. There might be a short in it. We should call Boone and ask him to come take a look at it.”
Zach moved around Law and went into the kitchen, stopping abruptly at the doorway. “Jesus!”
Courtney slid along the wall and away from Law, her face burning. “I know it’s a mess. I took all of the dishes out of the cabinets to wash them. I got the cabinets wiped down and then saw the time.”
Over her head, Law and Zach exchanged a look, their jaws clenching.
Courtney grabbed her purse from the table and started out, her face burning. “I know it’s a mess. You don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”
“You can’t stay here.”
Turning at Law’s tone, Courtney smiled at both of them as they followed her from the kitchen. “I certainly can. Now, are we going to dinner, or do I need to go get groceries? I’m starving.”
Zach sent a warning look in Law’s direction and brushed past him to her side. Smiling, he took her arm and turned her toward the door. “Of course, we’re going to dinner. We can talk later.”
Once on the porch, she turned, trying to pull out of Zach’s grasp to close the door behind her. “Where’s Law?”
“He’s right behind us. Come on. I’m hungry, too.” Wrapping an arm around her, he led her to the huge, dark blue SUV parked next to her little car. “Do you know when you smile your beautiful dark eyes get these amazing flecks of gold? Fascinating.”
Disappointed that he would be so transparent in his efforts to get her property, Courtney sighed and pulled away from him. “Okay, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Seeing Law’s approach, she divided her attention between both of them. “I don’t have gold flecks or anything in my eyes. They’re brown, dull, and bloodshot from lack of sleep. I’m not falling for any lines. I’m not sleeping with you.”
Irritated at their calm demeanors, she fisted her hands on her hips. “If this is about buying my property, you can get lost right now.” She tried to pull away, angry at men in general and disappointed that Law and Zach were assholes just like her father. She could have sworn they’d been different.
Zach grinned and hustled her into the front seat of their SUV. “She sure has spunk, doesn’t she?”
Law opened the driver’s door and climbed in, turning to frown at her as he took the end of her seatbelt from her and snapped it in place. “Yeah, but I sure as hell don’t appreciate that people think I would use sex to get a fucking piece of land. First Ace. Now her.”
He started the engine with a quick turn of his wrist, his anger evident as he put it in reverse.
Taking in his clenched jaw, she studied him as Zach slid into the back seat behind her. “This isn’t about my house?”
Shoving the SUV back into park, Law rested an arm on the steering wheel and turned to face her, his eyes hard. “I want this property, and I have every intention of having it. We’ll definitely talk about it, but when I kiss you—and I will—and when I make love to you, it won’t have a fucking thing to do with this property.” Leaning closer, he raised a brow. “Is that clear enough?”