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Breakfast by the Sea (MFMMMM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 77,410
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M/M/M, M/F/M]

A beautiful woman with a checkered past runs a legitimate bed and breakfast on Jekyll Island. Several young men posing as cowboys move in Breakfast by the Sea and things become chaotic right from the start when the oceanfront B&B turns into a command center for a very determined group of special Super-Op Forces.

Pursuing a man known as the King of Hearts, five tough operatives fall fast for a woman they’re supposed to eliminate. When the team discovers Paige Lambert is in fact the Queen of Hearts, they can’t ignore their handler’s orders. Is the bed and breakfast owner destined to die for her past crimes or will she end up under the protective custody of the men hired to kill her?

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

A Siren Erotic Romance

User Reviews
A very good storyline with great characters.

- Jlg29

It is always a reading joy to find a suspense novel that is truly suspenseful and one that keeps the "heat" turned up--both in regards to the danger posed as well as the erotic heat between the charac...

- ravereviewer

Professional Reviews

5 TEA CUPS: "Breakfast by the Sea is a well written, what am I saying, this book is one of the best that I have read lately. Destiny brought in one woman who needs protecting more than skepticism of her past and her protectors come in the form of five gorgeous, dangerous, secretive, sexy cowboys. Paige Lambert ran a bed and breakfast by the sea and all she wanted was to live in peace and away from a past that had caused her tremendous pain. Taking in five cowboys for a few months was suppose to be an easy job but when they showed up easy was not what she got. Adam Bales the leader of the group to stop terrorist and a real cowboy from TN he didn't want to deceive Paige but in his line of business he didn't have a choice. A crime lord was in the vicinity of the bed and breakfast and he and his men, Connor, Callen, Miles and Jeff were there to take him out. These men were hard and tough as nails and it took a woman like Paige to bring them to their knees in surrender. What they didn't realize what happened with Paige in her past would mesh with their lives now. Sex and power go hand and hand in this story and Destiny made sure that there was plenty. Destiny kept you on the edge of your seat wanting to know what and who was going to be the man or men that kept Paige in place. I loved how each man took on their responsibility and involved each one in some aspect of her life. I recommend this book. It was well written enough of everything to keep you hanging on every word." -- Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews

4 CHERRIES: "'You told me you were cowboys on an extended vacation!' Turns out a few lying cowboys/operatives is the least of Paige’s worries. Being married, separated, and hunted by the world’s most wanted mob boss certainly ranks somewhere near the top of her “wish I could undo” list. Paige is one tough lady but can she protect herself from an obsessive ex and five tough and determined men who may or may not have to kill her before the mission was finished? Sit back and prepare yourself for a deep and intense story that will have you turning the pages, anticipating each new development in this exciting novel. Ms. Blaine has penned a very in-depth and layered plot that kept me constantly trying to guess her next move. This is not your typical ménage storyline where the heroine automatically falls madly in love with all the heroes involved. While Paige doesn’t reject any of the men outright, she has a deeper and more obvious connection with two of the men. I won’t give away which two she ends up favoring, partially because that would be a spoiler but also because I don’t want the reader to not appreciate what she has with the other men involved. If you like a heroine who has been put through the wringer and came out tougher and more self-sufficient on the other side, you will love Paige Lambert aka Jillian Carpasia. She lived in an abusive relationship and has finally broken away and is simply trying to live quietly as the owner of a bed and breakfast on Jekyll Island. Just as an aside, I really loved the setting of Jekyll Island. There’s history and beauty there that seems almost out of place until you remember how close you are to the Georgia coast. Like Paige, the men in this story are each unique and captivating characters. Adam is the leader of this band of brothers. Connor it his second in command and oozes self confidence. Callan and Miles are the youngest members of the group and the least experienced. What they lack in experience they more than make up for in enthusiasm. Jeff is the lady killer – literally and figuratively. My only real problem with the story, other than a few editing errors, was some of the dialogue. Both Paige and the men seem to speak a language that was a bit over my head. She has a history of dealing with mob men and they are espionage agents. They seem to understand each other perfectly but I felt like I was trying to catch up to an inside meaning that alluded me. Ms. Blaine obviously put in some real time and effort for the sake of accuracy. I loved the ending of the story and as such I will likely go back and re-read it for a better understanding. Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy of Breakfast By The Sea. This novel is packed with plenty of action, tension, personal growth and some steamy hotness that had me reaching for a fan." -- Honeysuckle, Whipped Cream Reviews




God, he was mad. He couldn’t believe they were protecting a target. He was good and damn furious. What was Adam thinking?

Jeff was fucking pissed off. He wanted an explanation. He deserved one. “Wasn’t it bad enough that you spent the last five years with a woman who seemed bound and determined to make you look like a fool?”

Adam flinched. “I deserved that. Everyone tried to tell me. I wouldn’t listen. When I took my vows, I took them to mean I’d be with the same woman until death do us part, like the minister marrying us suggested.”

“Yeah, well, congratulations. You stuck by those vows, and look where commitment and loyalty got you.”

“This isn’t about me.”

The tide rolled in and out, in and out. Jeff had been sitting there for a long time, listening to the waves break around him, staring up at the black sky, and wondering what kind of woman grabbed a man at first sight. He’d gasped for air when he’d first met her, meeting as it was, and yet he could’ve killed her in the same breath, angry when he realized her face existed in their fucking deck. 

“What has gotten into you?” Adam asked, concern in his voice.

“I thought about asking you the very same thing.”

Silence. Adam mastered the gift of negotiation. He used every tactic he could to make his marks talk without giving into the need for violence.

Jeff, on the other hand, didn’t have the patience. He liked to beat the truth out of his targets, find out what they knew, and then laugh when he destroyed the kind of monster most deserving of the fate he was hired to deliver.

An eye for an eye, and based on his history, it would eventually be how he died. Men like him didn’t die old or retire to a porch swing.

Jeff knew the score. He kept a tally. The time would come when he paid the ultimate price. It was the way the universe kept a balance. The eye for an eye thing eventually got them all—good guys, bad guys, men with badges, thugs dealing drugs—every last one of them. In the end, they all met the same challenging fate.

“Do you think we’re held accountable for the things we do?”

Adam cleared his throat. “You mean for the hits?” 

“Yeah,” Jeff replied thoughtfully. “Do we face the same outcome? Are we any better than those killing innocent people?”

“I think so. We put a stop to illegal activity. We hunt animals, not decent men and women.”

 “Is that what you tell yourself when you drag a man away from his dinner table while he’s sitting across from his wife and small children?”

 “I do,” Adam said. “If I take out one of these guys on their front lawn, I don’t think about who’s watching from inside, but that’s me.

“I think about the guys and gals who didn’t go home from work because of one of these creeps. I wonder what their victims miss in life, the Christmas holidays, the summer vacations, who they’ll never see grow up or graduate from college. That’s what I think about.

“To hell with what the thugs leave behind. I consider the blameless. I ponder what these criminals took away from those who didn’t deserve a life cut short. Then, I think of the lives I saved because I did my job and stopped a man or woman with criminal intent.”

“Do you have any idea how many shots I’ve been required to fire while the target sat with his or her family?”

“I’m sure a lot. We all have.”

“Twenty-seven,” Jeff informed him.

“And out of that many, how many do you regret?”

“Not a damn one,” Jeff admitted. “The targets all had numerous kills, and the women? Oh, God, they were the worst. Still, the older I get, I wonder if there’s a better way.”

“You’re questioning yourself?”

“Not exactly, but sometimes I ask why me? Why did I pull the trigger?”

“You chose this line of work. This isn’t the kind of job that reaches out and grabs you. Our operatives understand what they’re getting themselves into, and they realize when they enter our training program that if they ever leave, we’re unable to protect them.”

“I ain’t leavin’, so don’t worry about me,” Jeff drawled.

“Sounds like you’ve considered going somewhere.”

“No, but lately I’ve spent a lot of hours thinking about life and death. You know, about my time, and how much I have left.”

“Your time will come, whether you’re with our team or not.”

“Don’t you worry that if you live by the gun, you’ll die by its bullet?”

“If you’re behind a misguided missile fighting for the wrong cause, then yes, I believe you’ll die as you’ve lived. But we’re the good guys. We stand for what’s right, what’s worth defending. We save others by destroying evil, savage individuals who take the lives of those who had a life worth living. If you don’t find peace in anything else, hold fast to that, Jeff.”

“I still say that woman may ruin you,” Jeff changed the subject.

“Maybe, but probably not.” Adam chuckled. “I’m the rock, remember?”

“You’re the backbone of this operation, that’s for sure.”

“Rocks don’t roll uphill.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff asked.

“Don’t worry about Paige. She’s out of my league.” Adam slapped Jeff on the back and walked away.

Maybe Adam thought Paige Lambert—Carpasia—was out of his league, but as far as Jeff was concerned, they were in the same class.

They were all killers. She’d killed before. He’d bet on that any day of the week and twice on Sunday. The lady wasn’t clean-handed. 

Females rarely purchased guns for show. Since his fellow operatives had fallen victim to Paige’s womanly ways, Jeff would do his homework. He would find out Paige Lambert Carpasia’s secrets. Then, he’d expose her. His team had a right to know with whom they were dealing.

In the meantime, he’d stay away from her, keep as much space between them as possible. Otherwise, he couldn’t be responsible for his actions.





Connor took the lead, stealing her out of Callan’s arms and kissing her like a wild man out of control. His hands caught in her loosely fallen curls and he framed her face, making love to her mouth in a deeply erotic kiss. If they came up for air, Jeff didn’t notice.

When their kiss broke, Adam took her from Connor. She draped her arms over his back and held him to her. Adam’s sex hung low and flaccid at her entrance, but when she kissed him, he hardened to the point of gaining a wide eye from everyone. If Paige had glanced down, she might have freaked.

Who would’ve thought? Adam really was a stud.

Paige reached for Connor and held him in her palm, pumping his weight through a steady hand while clutching Adam’s forearm, drawing him close. She started grinding against him, rubbing her pussy all over his shaft and acting undisturbed when she clearly had a good idea of his size.

Callan slid his hand between their bodies and tweaked her nipple with a perverse smile. Miles prepared, passing out condoms like candy.

When he tossed one Jeff’s way, Jeff grunted. He hadn’t planned to join so soon, but after he’d worked himself into a steely situation, he wasn’t sure he’d find satisfaction in watching. Besides, he knew where he was destined to slide.

The sound of popping rubber filled the room. Jeff’s knee hit the mattress, and Paige touched his cheek. She broke Adam’s kiss long enough to turn her cheek and whisper, “It took you way too long.”

“I wanted you to miss me.”

Evidently Adam didn’t view Jeff’s intrusion as an imposition. Adam grabbed Paige’s hips and ground against her, allowing her to kiss Jeff long enough to ignite a stronger degree of passion.

When Jeff pulled Paige over him, her back landed against his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, and he pinched her nipples. “I want you to give Callan a blow job,” he suggested at her ear, noticing he was the only one without a condom.

His hands traveled up her chest, and he tilted her chin toward him, leaning over her right shoulder long enough to swipe his tongue across her lips. “Can you do that for us?”

“I can do that for me,” she teased, smacking her lips and wrapping her hand around Callan’s size. She held him like she might grip a hotdog, lapping at the end as if she didn’t have the first inclination to drop her jaw and just blow.

And she didn’t. At least not yet.

Paige took the lead and spread her legs wide. Adam fingered her, locking four fingers deep inside her channel until she moaned over and over again, unable to stop when he manipulated her clit.

Callan took the opportunity to tuck his penis inside her open mouth, and she willingly sucked. What he lacked in size he compensated with attention, rubbing a flat open palm over her nipple while his cock swelled inside her mouth.

Adam’s fingers were joined by Connor’s, and Connor dropped his lips over her clit, flicking the hard button with his tongue twice before changing positions all over again. Miles knelt to her left. Callan stayed at the right. Fingers deserted her. Jeff shifted behind her, spreading her cheeks with his thumbs.

“What comes next?” she breathed, releasing Callan and eyeing Adam. 

This was it, and she was ready. 

“Loving, and lots of it,” Jeff told her. 

Jeff’s fingers twirled around her back hole and she flinched. “Relax,” he said, returning with lube-drenched fingers. He pushed inside her cheeks and she cried out.

“Easy, baby,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

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