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Barefoot Bride for Three (MFMM)

Bride Train 1

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[#229 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Western Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M]

Elizabeth James escapes an odious fiancé by heading west on the first Bride Train of 1870. She finds herself at the end of the line in the Tanner’s Ford jail, forced to marry the town bully unless someone else defies Big Joe to marry her.

Sheriff Chambers banned the Elliotts from town until one got a wife and settled them all down. Finding a defiant Trace Elliott in town, the sheriff offers a tall, ornery barefoot woman to solve all their problems.

Beth is shocked how the stranger’s touch inflames her and mortified the next morning when hotel patrons comment on her amorous wedding night cries. She discovers the Elliott men share everything and intend to seduce her into agreeing. Trace, Simon and Jack heat her blood, but do they care for her, or only what she provides? Then Big Joe offers gold to bring her to him…

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

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Reece Butler is a Siren-exclusive author.

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What a great book to start a wonderful series!!!

- JK Maxwell

Great Story!!

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5 RAVENS, RECOMMENDED READ: "Bride Trains were a reality during the 1800s in the United States and US Territories. I cannot imagine the combination of hope and apprehension that must have been in the hearts of the women on those trains. In Barefoot Bride for Three, Reece Butler does a masterful job of conveying those emotions on the part of not only the bride, but also the bridegroom. Ms. Butler’s Bride Train series is off to terrific start! Barefoot Bride for Three provides classic entertainment and enjoyment in the same vein as the best television and movie Westerns. Like Gunsmoke, Bonanza, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance and Cat Ballou, Barefoot Bride for Three offers clearly defined good guys and bad guys, an honest sheriff, a lady of the evening with a heart of gold, and solid characters you can relate to immediately and cheer on from the first page to the last. Just a young teenager when his parents died, Trace was left to raise his siblings. He believes his father could have survived but chose to give up and die shortly after his wife because he could not face life without her, not even for the sake of their children. While Trace has wonderful memories of the love and joy his parents shared with one another and their children, he is determined to never love a woman that much. Our heroine, Beth, is one independent little woman. She has had a tough life which has led her to taking her chances with the Bride Train. Due to a run-in with the town scoundrel, she ends up in jail where her options are to be wed immediately to a man the sheriff has brought in off the street or be handed off to Big Joe, the scoundrel who wants to hurt her. Reece Butler uses that situation as the backdrop for this amazing story of Beth, Trace, Simon and Jack. The ménage relationship in Barefoot Bride for Three is presented in a beautiful and romantic manner. The men have distinct personalities and relate to Beth, and she to them, as individuals. The balance between positive energy and angst is just right for keeping you on your toes and the sexuality is passionate and strong. Barefoot Bride for Three is the perfect jumping off point for more stories to follow. I want to know what happens with Beth’s friend who, knowing she won’t live a long time, asks Beth to make some promises. I want to know what happens when the rest of Trace’s siblings return to the area. I want to know what happens with the neighbors who are half Native American. Okay, I really want to know how the lives of all the characters unfold. This is a great story and I can only hope that Reece Butler is sitting at her keyboard right now writing more in this series." -- Lea, Blackraven's Reviews

5 TEA CUPS: "This story is a fun and easy read. Reece Butler brings you into the Wild West with a bang. From the first sentence she has you on your toes wanting so much for these characters to be happy. Elizabeth James is full of sass and vinegar. She is a tough as nails woman who had a hard life and lived through it. Her beauty went unnoticed until she met three rugged hardworking men who only wanted to make her happy and loved. Trace was the oldest and he lived through his parents’ death, being dragged behind a horse, he and his brothers worked hard, played hard and fought hard. They needed a wife who could go toe to toe with them and be strong. Jack and Simon fell instantly in love with Beth while Trace took his time fearing that loving would cause him to be weak. But over time Beth's strong will and love brings the brothers from existing on a farm to being a family again. Trace, Simon and Jack take Elizabeth into ecstasy. Elizabeth was so enthralled with her husband and his brothers that she knew that there was no way loving three men could be wrong when it felt so right. When three men are making every one of her sexual fantasies true, how can she deny the love that they have for each other? Even though they become a family there is still danger lurking about and a man scorned and wanting revenge. Beth didn't have to worry though because she wasn't alone any longer. She had three hunky, caring men to take care of her. You will have a great time going through the lives of Beth and her cowboys!" -- Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews

5 CHERRIES: "Be careful what you wish for, you might get your wish times three. Elizabeth James may be a “smart talkin’ Eastern virgin” but she knows a good deal when it's presented. Heck, almost anything has to be better than being forced to marry the town bully or being pawed by an unscrupulous deputy. One kiss from Trace Elliott, and Beth knows she has found the husband she has sought when first catching a ride on the Bride Train. She didn’t count on the added bonus of two handsome and welcoming brothers at home who had one goal: get her naked and make her happy! Barefoot Bride For Three was a really fun story to read. Reece Butler has a true talent for building plot, characters, motivation, tension and some sweet and sexy love scenes. As a reader, I empathized with Beth’s plight and Trace’s lost childhood. I can see how the whole scenario could have been a true event considering the lack of marriageable females on certain parts of the country during the land rush era. Ms. Butler kept my attention and built the anticipation for the moment when Beth realized she was to be wife of three rather just the one Elliott brother. Speaking of the eldest Elliott brother, I think the story had more believability by making Trace the man who first meets Beth. Trace has internal and external scars that affect not only his speech but his ability to give his heart to Beth right away. I loved that Beth met and fell for him first before ever meeting the charming twins at home. That first bonding between Beth and Trace was vital to making the ménage relationship work for the rest of the family. The one-on-one scenes for Beth and Trace are beautifully scripted and breathtaking to read. I believe the hallmark of a really great story is when you can connect with the secondary characters as well as the main hero (or heroes in this case) and heroine. Ms. Butler built and layered the support cast in Barefoot Bride For Three in a way that left the reader in little doubt that the story progression would have been lacking without them. As this is the first in the Bride Train series, this reviewer enjoyed speculating on who all will be a part of the next bride train. There were several siblings not yet introduced but mentioned as well as a neighbor who gained a promise from Beth. I won’t tell you any more, so, do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of Barefoot Bride For Three before the next bride train rolls through. You won’t be sorry!!" -- Honeysuckle, Whipped Cream Reviews

4 STARS: "Soul satisfying and heat igniting! Yahoo! I'm not much for historical romance, but y'all, this one really revved my engine. At over two hundred pages, it was long enough to really tell a good story while including all the down and dirty cowboy kink I was originally hunting for. Elizabeth James, an independent, intelligent, strong heroine born before her time called to my inner Elizabeth Bennet. While her three cowboys made the journey fun, erotic and quite honestly, touching, it was Elizabeth James's evolution that I enjoyed the most. Having now read two of Reece Butler's novels, I can attest that this author definitely knows how to write the down and dirty. She is creative, wicked, fun and most definitely not afraid to go ‘there'. She delivers the fiery deets while capturing emotion and making the adventure come to life. Frankly I am a big fan of air-conditioning and easily accessible hot showers. The Wild West doesn't do it for this inner diva. But it is a journey I am willing to make time and again to hang out in Ms. Butler's world. It's quite amazing what three hot and lusty cowboys can talk one into, even giving up the little things, like say, indoor plumbing. Elizabeth James's father has decided to arrange her marriage to a beast. A wealthy, snobby, old beast. And she is going to have none of it. Instead she packs up her things and heads out west on The Bride Train. Unfortunately, she makes it to the final stop without finding a single man she is willing to accept as a husband. The Wild West isn't a place for a single woman to be safe. When she arrives at the final stop and still won't pick a mate, the mayor decides he is going to draw a name out of a hat and choose for her. It just so happens that once the town bully enters his name, no one else is willing to pony up and add theirs, too. That's when Trace Elliott arrives. Trace and his brothers like to work off their inner aggression by picking fights with the miners in the town. The sheriff has banned all three of them until they find a bride to whip them into shape. With Trace being the lesser of two unpleasant choices, Elizabeth agrees to marry him. And that's honestly where the real fun begins, on something like page two! It is the Wild West so you can count on all kinds of action and adventure. It's ménage with cowboys, so trust that the spicy rating is deliciously high. And it's written by Reece Butler, so you get interesting characters who evolve and entrance. This is one location I hope Ms. Butler revisits again in her writing. The secondary characters were as delightful as the primary and there are quite a few who deserve a story of their own, too. I'm going to give this one a big recommendation to those looking for something erotic that is long enough to really tell a tale, but not too much of time commitment, and also to those of you who like your ménage to have no GLBT action and the female the center of attention, and all of my fellow kinky cowboy lovers. Enjoy!" -- Michelle, The Romance Reviews

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“When Simon’s finished with your hair, I’m going to cover your eyes,” said Trace.

“Why?”

“So you won’t know who’s doing what.”

She shivered. Would that be better or worse? If she didn’t know who touched her, she couldn’t feel as guilty. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about. Her husband wanted her to do this, and a man’s word was law in his own home. Trace wanted her to enjoy being loved. With so few women in Montana Territory, perhaps other wives shared more than one man. It would be wonderful to have women friends.

Trace opened her gown and sent a trail of kisses down her front. Simon’s strong arms brushed her hair from the top of her head to her bottom. She squeaked when Jack picked up her foot and suckled her toe. He winked and pressed a knuckle under the ball of her foot, causing her to sigh in relief. She hadn’t realized how much her feet ached. Though she worked on her feet long hours at the farm, that was years ago. She hadn’t been on her feet as much since. Jack’s kneading removed knots she didn’t know she had.

Jack stopped while Trace lifted her to stand, dropping her blouse and skirt on the floor. The evening breeze flowing in the window brushed past her hot flesh, cooling her. She was glad when Trace tied a handkerchief around her head and laid her on the bed on her back. That way she couldn’t see them watching her with those hungry, possessive eyes.

She knew Jack held her foot and recognized Trace’s wonderful kiss, so it must have been Simon who parted her lower curls with his tongue. He rubbed her clit. She pressed her feet down, pushing herself into his mouth for more. But he chuckled and began to tantalize her, flicking his tongue around and over, but never back on her clit.

Jack finished with her foot and worked his way up her leg to her thigh. The bed tilted as he moved around. At least, she thought it was Jack. Someone else kissed her. She tasted herself, so it must be Simon.

The bed squeaked in protest as they moved around and over her. She soon lost track of who was where. They discovered all her especially sensitive places—the outer curve of her breasts, under the back of her arm and the top of her thigh where her leg creased to her belly. They explored everything they could reach.

Then they turned her over and began again.

One man massaged her calves while another drew day-old bristles over her back, lightly scouring her and waking her skin. A third concentrated on her bottom, massaging her cheeks, pulling them apart, drawing fluid up from her pussy and pressing lightly.

How could anything that felt so good be wrong?

At an unknown signal, her hips were lifted and pillows inserted under her belly. Her face heated in embarrassment and desire as they positioned her with knees wide, bottom high in the air. Something cool spread between her cheeks before a finger slid just past her ring. Remembering how good it felt before, she pushed out.

“A ring of pink. Perfect,” said a deep voice, either Jack or Simon.

She moaned when the finger pressed deeper, twisting to tantalize her. He slid in and out, adding another finger to stretch her again. Someone pushed the pillow aside and began playing with her pussy lips.

“Simon, on your back,” croaked Trace.

The bed shifted beside her but the fingers kept up their work. She curved her back, thrusting her bottom high. A light spank caught her by surprise. She jerked, but a hand on her back kept her down.

“I’m going to lift you. Follow my lead,” said Trace.

He helped her to kneel and then move over. Her leg touched a hairy thigh, tickling her. Trace lifted her again, settling her knees on either side of the rough thighs. She reached out to balance and found her hands pressing on a warm chest, her fingers catching curls.

When she leaned forward, a hard penis prodded her stomach.

“Don’t bend it, darlin’. It could break,” said the man under her. “Need help to find your ride? I remember how you like bareback.”

Simon.

She grasped his cock, one fist over the other, making him moan. She lifted onto her knees, shuffled forward, and rubbed his cock against her, just where she needed. It wasn’t enough. She leaned forward and placed one hand on his chest. Other hands guided her hips as she positioned Simon’s long cock against her opening.

She slowly backed up, letting him slide in and out of her using short strokes. By the time he filled her, his gasps were louder than hers. She sat up, tall in the saddle. She jerked when rough fingers clasped her breasts from behind, catching her nipples between his fingers. Another set of hands grasped her hips, encouraging her to rise and fall.

She leaned forward, pressing her clit hard against his pubic bone. Finding the right angle, she drove him deep inside her, farther than ever before. She sped up, taking what she needed. Simon grasped her shoulders and pulled her down to his chest. She fought, wanting completion.

“Shh, Beth,” whispered Trace. “Not yet. Trust me. It will be even better if you wait.”

Someone settled behind her and spread something cool over her crack.

“Sweet and ripe, just like a peach,” growled her husband.

He leaned forward, rubbing his chest hair over her back. For a moment she was sandwiched between their chests. He sat up and encouraged her to move forward. Simon’s cock slid out part way.

“What are you doing?” she complained. “I was almost there.”

“I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to since I first saw you, fists high, facing down Charlie in that jail cell.”

He slid a finger deep in her ass. She clenched him, clenched them both.

“What’s that?” she said, panting harder.

He leaned over her and skewered two more fingers in her.

“I’m going to fill your ass while you ride my brother,” he growled.

He pressed his fingers in her bottom as he spoke. She felt wicked and wild with Simon already filling her. No one she’d ever met could know how wonderful this felt. She was raised to believe marital relations were something to be dreaded. But she’d found a husband who wanted her to feel pleasure. Even more, he wanted to increase her pleasure by sharing her with his brothers. She trembled, eager and scared at the same time.

“Will it hurt?”

“Sweetheart, we’ll always take care of you. Did it hurt when I spanked you?”

“Yes!”

“But didn’t it make you feel so good afterward?”

She bit her lip, not wanting to answer when she heard the laugh in his voice.

“Trust us, Beth. Trust us to know how to make you purr.”

She hadn’t yet made up her mind when he pulled out his fingers and pressed his cock against her. Simon twitched below her and she tightened up.

“Shh, relax. This is just like before, only more.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” she bit out. “You’re not the one being stuck!”

She bounced on Simon’s chest when he laughed. His cock moved in her again, making her tingle.

“One of Lily’s girls told me there’s a walnut-size lump just inside a man,” said Simon. “If you press it when he comes, it makes it even better. You should try it on Trace.”

“Shut up, Sy,” said Trace. “Don’t be giving her ideas.”

“Too late,” she replied. “Your bottom goes up in the air next.” Jack, off to one side, laughed, and she joined him, just a bit hysterical.

Trace grunted and pressed forward. She held her breath as he gently forced his way past her tight ring. For a moment it stung, and then she relaxed. Simon slowly rocked. She pressed on his chest to sit up. He let her rise just enough to grasp her breasts. She inhaled a gasp, and Trace pressed deeper. He pressed, in and out, a little farther each time.

“God, you’re tight,” he muttered when he completed her impalement. She tingled, panting as the two men set a rhythm. In and out, out and in.

Trace snuck a hand along her ribs and lifted her, holding her bottom tight to him. It allowed Simon to enter her pussy. While Trace filled her ass, Simon’s cock rubbed forward and back against the thin membrane separating them.

She moaned as Simon plunged deep. He held her breasts tight in his fingers, squeezing until he exploded. He plunged upward, grunting. She soon joined him, quivering and gasping until he sagged back onto the bed.

Instead of letting her lie on top of Simon, Trace pulled her back tight against his chest. He entered her deeply, setting off more vibrations of pleasure. He lifted her. Simon moved out and away. Trace leaned back and shifted in the bed. When he stopped, she sat up, still connected. He pulled off her blindfold, and she blinked in the lamplight.

“My turn.” 

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