Dakota Heat Anthology

Dakota Heat Anthology 2

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Dakota Heat Anthology 1

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Dakota Springs

Dakota Heat 4

Elizabeth Reed returns to her hometown for a fresh start, but she wants to avoid the ranchers who broke her heart. Hayden and Chandler Scott regret turning Elizabeth away so many years ago, but she was too young. Now that she’s back in Dakota Springs, they want a second chance to prove how much they’ve always loved her.


Elizabeth Reed gripped the receiver tightly, her gaze automatically flying to where her daughter played on the floor. “Hayden?”

“Of course it’s me! Your mother just told us that your divorce is final. Pack your things. I’m coming to get you.”

Holding the receiver away from her ear, she stared at it, dumbfounded.

After all these years, why the hell would Hayden call her now? Not wanting Angie to hear, she moved to the kitchen.

His icy tone finally broke through as she warily lifted the receiver again. “—get there I’m going to beat the hell out of him and beat your ass raw.”

With her heart beating frantically, her legs wobbled, forcing her to grip the kitchen counter for support. She kept her tone firm, not about to let him hear any kind of weakness. “This is none of your business, Hayden, and I certainly don’t need you to come and get me. I’ve grown up, just like you wanted, and I can get home all by myself.”

“Push me on this, Lizzy, and you’ll be sorry. You never should have married him. If I had known about it beforehand, I would have stopped you.”

Shock and anger rendered her nearly speechless. He’d always been arrogant, but she’d never really had it directed at her before. If he thought she would just take it like one of his ranch hands, he was in for a surprise. “Listen, you son of a bitch—”

“No! You listen! Get your shit packed. I’ll be there in the morning.”

“I won’t be here!” Elizabeth pushed the button to end the call and hurriedly tossed the phone onto the kitchen table as if it burned her. Backing away on legs that felt like jelly, she jolted when the phone rang again. And again. She took a step back with each ring, her heart racing. She had to get out of there. She couldn’t deal with him right now.

Why the hell had he called?

Each ring grated on her nerves until the answering machine finally picked up.

“Lizzy, honey, it’s Chandler. Pick up the phone and talk to me, baby. Come on.” After a few seconds of silence, his voice took on an edge. “I know you’re there. If you don’t pick up the phone right now, we’re getting the next flight and coming up there. And we won’t be happy. If you pick up and let me know you’re okay, we’ll wait for you to come home, if that’s what you want.”

“Mommy, the phone ringed. A man’s talkin’ in the ‘chine.”

Spinning, Elizabeth took a deep breath and forced a smile for her three-year-old daughter. “I know, sweetheart. I’m going to talk to him now. Go back to your dolls, darling.”

Watching her daughter walk back into the living room, Elizabeth picked up the phone, taking a deep breath before she pushed the button to talk. “Chandler, I have no idea why you and Hayden are calling, but I don’t want to talk to either one of you. We have absolutely nothing to say to each other. Promise me you won’t come here.”

“Calm down, darlin’. I don’t want you takin’ off. We just wanted to come up and help you.”

Elizabeth winced as Hayden yelled something in the background. “Chandler, I haven’t talked to either you or Hayden since…”

“Since we called you when we heard you got married.”

Elizabeth still wanted to cry every time she thought about that call and the defeat in their voices. But they’d already turned her away. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into either one of you. I’m coming home at the end of the week. I want to start over. I want Angie to be raised in the same small town that I was raised in. Don’t worry, I’m not coming back to bother either one of you again.”

Chandler sighed. “You’ve never been a bother to either one of us.”

“I remember it differently.”

There was a long silence, followed by a muffled sound as if Chandler had his hand over the receiver. When he came back on the phone, his frustration came through loud and clear. “We won’t come up there. But this isn’t over. We’ll talk to you when you get home.”

“We have nothing to talk about. You’ll really stay away? Both of you?”


Elizabeth had trouble believing that. “You’re lying.”

Chandler’s voice dropped so low she had to struggle to hear him. “I’ve only lied to you once in my life, Lizzy, and my life has been hell ever since. We’ll wait. But you’re supposed to come home this weekend. If you don’t, we’re coming to get you. By force, if necessary.”

Tears rolled down her face, but she fought to keep them out of her voice. “Goodbye, Chandler.” She hung up and reached for a tissue to wipe away her tears before Angie saw them.

Eight years ago, Hayden and Chandler had wanted her to leave them alone. What the hell did they want from her now?

Dakota’s Cowboys

(Dakota Heat 3)

Menage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M

While struggling to keep her ranch, Dakota Wells turns away the two sexy, hard-as-nails cowboys who come looking for work. But they won’t take no for an answer and convince her to hire them. Little does she know how hard and fast she’ll fall for them.

Joe Taylor and Colt Mason have their own reasons for wanting to work at her ranch. The man causing their new employer trouble is the same man who ruined their lives years ago. Thoughts of revenge have kept them going and they won’t let anyone get in their way.

Protecting Dakota is easy. Protecting their hearts from the little spitfire is a lot more difficult.

When Dakota learns of their plan, she knows she must stop them, even though dreaming of payback has driven them for years. Can she convince them to give it up for a chance at a future with her?


Dakota Wells braced her feet and looked down the barrel of her shotgun. “Get off my land.”

The two men who’d just gotten out of their dilapidated truck halted in their tracks. Both lifted their hands, their surprise apparent. They shot a quick glance at each other before the one who’d gotten out on the driver’s side spoke. “Ma’am, Mr. Tillman from the feed store told us you might be looking for hands. We were hoping you’d hire us.”

His deep, husky tone sent a shiver through her. Dakota fought to ignore it and concentrated on studying them. Both looked to be a couple of inches over six feet tall. The shearling jackets they wore had been left open, giving her a glimpse of their powerful builds. The graceful, controlled way they moved warned her that they could strike out like rattlers. She definitely didn’t want them to come any closer.

Their hair hung below their hats, the driver’s a deep brown, the other’s blonde. Their cowboy hats shaded their faces, preventing her from seeing their eyes. She’d learned to tell a lot about a person by watching their eyes. She tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach as they both continued to stare at her. Inwardly cursing for allowing herself to be distracted, she forced herself to focus on their faces. The smiles they shot at her looked out of place and forced. Planting her feet more firmly, she narrowed her eyes.

She’d seen enough snakes with fake smiles to last her a lifetime.

When the blonde spoke, she shifted her gaze to him, keeping the gun aimed at the driver. “We know everything there is to know about horses. We also know about cattle, but Tillman said he didn’t know if you still had any.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, we can help with the horses and anything else you need help with.” He gestured toward the porch she stood on with half the railing missing. “We can fix the porch for you.” He pointed to the roof. “You got some shingles missing, and we could chop wood for your fireplace.”

“I don’t need any hired help, and even if I did, I can’t afford to pay you. Goodbye.”

The driver of the truck took a step closer and lowered his hands. “Ma’am, we’ll be happy to work for room and board. We have no place to stay and can’t afford one.”

Dakota tightened her grip as the other man also dropped his hands. “I have no place for you to sleep.”

The other man took a step toward her. “We’d be happy to sleep in the bunkhouse.”

“Burned down.”

When the driver started to take another step, Dakota pumped a cartridge into the chamber. “Close enough, cowboy.”

He froze, lifting his hands again, looking more frustrated than afraid. “Ma’am, we’d be happy to sleep on the porch or in your stable. We just need meals and a place to shower.”

Dakota eyed them warily. They didn’t have the cocky attitudes the men Ed Franks usually sent over did. Far from it. These two looked hard and cold, but polite and respectful. Other than frustration, they showed no emotion at having a loaded shotgun pointed at them. The men Ed usually sent over would have already been inching toward their truck and either spurting threats or lewd comments.

It had been a long time since she’d been around a man with any balls. Other than her father and Ben Parson, the town deputy, her neighbor was the only formidable man she’d ever met. But Ed’s courage came from his money and the men he constantly surrounded himself with.

In contrast, the two men standing in front of her would have been right at home in the old west. These two looked more than capable of taking care of themselves.

But could she trust them?

She cocked her head, gesturing toward the neighboring ranch. “I saw your truck going up to Ed’s place the other day. What were you doing there?”

The driver shrugged. “Looking for work.”

“And he didn’t hire you?”

“No, ma’am. Said he didn’t want any strangers around and to come back next month.”

Damn it. That meant Ed didn’t want any witnesses around. Now more than ever it would be good to have another set of eyes around. Or two.

“How do I know you didn’t take a job with him and he’s the one who sent you over here?”

He frowned at her as though confused, making her wish once again that she could see his eyes. “Why would he hire me and send me over here?”

Instead of answering him, she lowered the gun. “Look, I’m sorry you’re having a hard time right now, but maybe you’d be better off finding some kind of work in town. Being out here with me could be dangerous.”

The blonde flashed her a grin, which did strange things to her insides. “You’re a tough woman, ma’am, but I think Joe and I can handle any danger from you.”

Dakota narrowed her eyes again as his seductive tone shot heat straight to her slit. She shifted, uneasily. “That’s not the kind of danger I’m talking about. But if you’re thinking along those lines, then it’s best you be on your way.”

The driver stepped forward and Dakota raised the shotgun again. “I said that was close enough, cowboy.”

He held his hands out again, shooting a look at his friend. “I can’t deny you’re a fine looking woman, but chasing you around doesn’t put food in my belly. My friend doesn’t mean anything by what he said. It’s kinda hard to see any danger around here, except for falling off a horse, something I haven’t done since I was four.”

Her daddy had told her to always go with her instincts. She couldn’t quite associate these men with Ed Franks. They just didn’t seem like the kind of men who would blindly follow orders like the men Ed surrounded himself with.

She lowered the gun again, hoping like hell she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake. “Before you decide to stay, you should know that Ed Franks,” she gestured toward the ranch next door again, “is doing his best to run me out. Your lives may be in danger, no, make that will be in danger when he sends his flunkies over again.”

The blonde frowned and pushed his hat back. Getting a good look at his face for the first time, she barely smothered a gasp. Tight features made him look cold and ruthless, but the gentleness in his gaze nearly undid her. “Are you telling us that the men over there are causin’ you trouble, ma’am?”

Dakota blinked, trying to remember what they’d been talking about and smiled humorlessly. “You could say that. If you stay here, he’s gonna have his men try to scare you off, buy you off, or kill you. Hey, if you can get past the scared, you’ll be making money after all. I’m not sure how much he’ll offer, but it’ll be a helluva lot more than room and board. If you want to work until then, fine.”

The blonde stepped forward. “My name’s Colt Mason and this is my friend Joe Taylor. You don’t have to worry about him buying us off ma’am. We won’t leave as long as he’s bothering you.”

Dakota laughed. “Sure you will.. Don’t forget about the scaring you off part. You’ve got to get past that before you get the money.”

The driver, Joe, narrowed his eyes. “We won’t be taking any money from him and we don’t scare easily.”

Dakota nodded, not believing him for a minute. “We’ll see.”

“Yes, ma’am. You will.”

Dakota Ranch Crude

(Dakota Heat 2)

When Samantha Cross goes to her brother’s employers to ask for help, she had no idea that it would change her life forever. To repay their debt, they both have to live and work at the Dakota Ranch for one year. Samantha has no option but to accept.

Her brother’s employers, Shayne and Jackson Montgomery, are not what she expected. Jackson, the younger brother is too handsome and charming to resist, especially when he sets his sights on her. He wants her to share her life with not only him, but his older brother, Shayne.

She realizes that the only way is to show Shayne he’s not the crude animal he’s become convinced he is.

Shayne is hard headed and won’t believe it, convinced that he would only hurt her. Can Samantha convince this tender giant that he and his brother are perfect for her?


Her body screamed for relief, yearned to be touched, stroked. As they moved close, she couldn’t help but arch toward them, gasping at the first feel of their rough hands on her ultra sensitive breasts. For both of them to be touching her this way drove all doubts from her mind. They touched her reverently, their fingers moving over her slowly as they caressed the curves of her breasts.

“Ohhh.” Samantha’s breath caught as she tried to remain still.

“You’re so soft,” Shayne said so softly she barely heard him.

“And beautiful,” Jackson smiled at her. “Look at these pretty little nipples.”

When he touched a finger to one, Samantha almost jolted off the counter. Oh God. Her nipples had become so sensitive and needy that the least little touch sent an arrow of need straight to her pussy. She trembled and her stomach clenched almost painfully. Her panties had become even more soaked as her body prepared to be taken. When Shayne touched the other, she cried out at the exquisite pleasure.

Shayne jerked his hand away. “Did I hurt you?”

She saw the despair on his face. This was the crude animal that everyone talked about?

Nothing could have reassured her more. “No. You didn’t hurt me. It felt too good.” She took his big hand in hers and lifted it back to her breast, moaning as Jackson lightly pinched her other nipple. “Please touch me.”

The heat in his eyes threatened to burn her. “You like when I touch you like this, baby?”

“Oh God. Yes.”

They each touched her with one hand while removing her shirt and bra with the other. Soon she was bared to the waist and they both ran their hands over her, not missing an inch of exposed flesh.

“You have the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen,” Jackson told her softly. “I have to have a taste.”

“I want to taste something else,” Shayne’s deep voice rumbled, making her shiver. “I want my mouth on your soft pussy.” Oh God. The need in his voice sent her senses soaring as fresh moisture dampened her panties even more.

Her eyes popped open when he lifted her and with alarming ease, moved to the table and laid her on it before reaching for the fastening of her jeans.

Jackson leaned over her, pinching a nipple lightly. When she gasped and arched, he did it again. “You are so incredibly responsive. Your little nipples are just begging for my touch and you came before we even had you undressed. My brother and I are going to spend a lot of time getting to know your beautiful body, honey. And we’re going to enjoy every minute of driving you wild.”

Her jeans and panties slid down her legs and off until she lay naked on the kitchen table. She trembled even harder and her insides clenched. Jackson leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as his fingers closed over the other. Her hands tangled in his hair as she tried to hold him closer.

“Open your eyes.”

Her eyes popped open at the steel in Shayne’s tone. He’d never used that tone with her before. It caused a fresh rush of moisture to drip from her. Her pussy clenched uselessly and she thought she would die of need. How could they keep doing this to her?

Her Dakota Men

(Dakota Heat 1)

Stacy Daniels left the ranch she loved so much years ago. Not being able to cope with her abusive father, she’d stayed away as much as possible. Infrequent visits to the ranch to visit those she loved caused her heartache, but she couldn’t stay away.

Wolfe, Travis and Cash Dakota, the foreman’s three sons, lived and worked on the ranch and she’d loved them forever. Realizing the futility of loving all three, she carefully kept her love for them hidden as guilt consumed her.

She wanted more than anything to stay on the ranch she loves so much with the only real family she’s ever known. But if she gives in, loving all three of them the way she does, she’ll ruin everything.

Not wanting to cause anyone pain, she has no choice but to flee.

Wolfe, Travis and Cash Dakota have other plans for her and won’t let her go. They’ve waited for years to be Her Dakota Men.


His hand moved back down to her folds, and she parted her legs wide to give him whatever he wanted. She knew he could satisfy this incredible need.

He rolled her clit, and her body tightened as she shook in reaction. He picked her up and deposited her on the soft grass nearby, making sure the jacket protected her from the hard ground. He lifted his mouth from hers to suck a nipple into it. “I love these little nipples.”

She arched, pushing her breast harder against his mouth.

“Do you want it harder, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, I don’t know, anything.”

When his teeth scraped her nipple, she froze. She cried out, her voice loud in the air.

“You like that little bite of pain, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Oh! I shouldn’t. Why?”

“Because you’re perfect, that’s why. I’ve always known you would be like this.” He reached down to pinch her folds lightly. “If you’d given your virginity to someone else I would have beaten your ass raw.”

He drew a deep breath, his wide shoulders trembling under her hands. He lowered his forehead to hers. “Oh God, honey. Thank you for saving yourself.” He lifted his head and smiled at her tenderly, tracing her lips with his thumb. “Your virginity is the most precious gift I’ll ever receive.”

Wolfe moved over her and unfastened his jeans. “I’ve waited years for this, Stacy. Years.”

His thick length started to press into her, and she gripped him tightly. “I want you so much. Please take me.”

He surged into her in one smooth thrust, and she cried out at the brief flash of pain. His big body shook as he held himself completely still inside her, staring down at her with a look on his face she had never seen before. His face looked tight, almost tortured but his eyes had become hot and hungry, more possessive than she had ever seen them.

He started to move, watching her face the entire time. When her eyes started to flutter closed, he growled.

“No. You keep your eyes open. Look at me. You’re mine, Stacy. I want all of you.”

Stacy couldn’t deny him anything. As he moved inside her, she found herself caught in some kind of spell. It was all so intimate, so erotic, and so raw.

His body thrust deeply inside her own, and he watched every play of emotion on her face as he took her. He nudged a place inside her that made her cry out again. The reality of finally having this man inside her made her heart soar, but the feel of him had her gasping in pleasure.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for this, and she knew she would cherish this memory forever. She trembled all over, the sensations too exquisite to bear. Her body tightened more and more and a rush of pleasure washed over her, gripping her tightly in its grasp and she could do nothing to stop it.

She clenched tightly on the thickness inside her, sending a new rush over her and she screamed at the unbelievable pleasure. Wolfe increased his pace and heard him growl deep in his throat as he held himself pushed to the hilt inside her, touching her womb. Not knowing what to do, she could only hold on and trust that he would help her as the waves of pleasure seemed never ending.

She thrilled as his big body shook from the pleasure he’d found in her body, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close for as long as she could.