[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Fiery redhead Daisy Winters is always ready to help someone in trouble. When she runs into Melissa, a pregnant girl on the run from not only an abusive gay lover, but her baby’s daddy, she goes into help mode.
Paul Winchester and brothers Wade and Troy Chambliss are part of a newly formed Firemen for Hire team. They have no problem fighting fires, but keeping Daisy and Melissa out of the fire is a lot harder than battling any inferno.
But fire isn’t the only kind of heat Daisy stirs up. They can feel the heat for her in every inch of their bodies. It’s a burnin’ love that threatens to consume all of them.
Just when they think the danger has passed, Daisy and the men are thrown back into the fire. Can the men save the woman they love without getting burned alive?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
- donna b buccella
4.5 STARS: "Daisy Winters is a red head with a personality to match. When she runs into a young woman that needs help she jumps in. Melissa is a pregnant girl running from her abusive gay lover, and the baby’s father. Daisy has a good woman with a great heart to help who she can. When Daisy takes Melissa to the Fireman for help they take an interest in her. Wade and Troy Chambliss are twins who went to school with Daisy. They had a crush on Daisy since high school. After leaving high school they became fireman who in there off time work to help woman who need help. Paul Winchester is a fellow firefighter who is taken by Daisy. All three want Daisy. The chemistry between Daisy, Wade, Troy and Paul is blistering. I really like that the woman in trouble was not Daisy. The sex scenes were scorching. I loved that all the sex scenes were not ménage and that there were a few one on one scenes. Burning Love is the first book in the Men For Hire: Fireman series by Jane Jamison. I found this book well written with engaging characters. This author does a good job of drawing the reader into the story. I read this book in one sitting. Overall, this was a fabulous book." -- VRainey, Night Owl Reviews
She’d seen a lot of handsome men, especially since she’d often visited Second Chance Ranch where the Cowboys for Hire lived and worked, but he was beyond anything she’d ever seen or could’ve imagined. Even as confident as she was, he made her nervous with his steely black eyes, richly tanned skin and short cropped hair. He didn’t have on a shirt and his chest was like a wall of hard-packed flesh. She had an image of him clad in only a short toga as he fought the lions and vanquished his opponents with ease.
“I asked if you knew where you were going,”
The voice matched his appearance to a T.
Lord, have mercy.
“Uh, yes. I mean, no.”
The thick eyebrows dropped as he studied her even harder. “Yes or no. Which is it?”
She fought and won her ability to focus. “Both, actually. I’m looking for Paul Winchester.”
“What do you want with him?”
His rudeness didn’t fit with the hero personality she’d expected. The image of him as a warrior battling to save a captured princess faded. “I’d rather discuss that with him.” She eyed him up and down. “If you don’t mind.”
All at once, he dropped his scrutiny and shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
She was stunned when he started to walk away. Her gaze dropped to his backside. She was almost too engrossed in admiring his wide shoulders and all the muscles there to remember to say anything. “Hey!”
He heeled around and gave her a withering look. “What now?”
“What’s with you, man? I’m only asking to talk to Paul. It’s not like I’m an ex-girlfriend out for revenge. So can you get him for me or not?”
“Yeah, I can.”
A few moments passed before she realized that he wasn’t going to offer anything more. “Can you do it now?”
Those hard dark eyes ran the length of her. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn he’d torn away her clothes and exposed her naked flesh. She struggled not to squirm.
“You’re talking to him.”
“What? Why the hell didn’t you say so?”
“Because he’s a prick.”
Her attention jerked away from Paul to see two equally amazing men striding toward her. They both had on black, tight, show-me-all-your-muscles T-shirts with Fire Station #201 emblazoned on them. They both had blond hair and blue eyes. Their physiques were perfect, zero-percent body fat types that made the air around her seem much thicker. She dragged in a breath and shoved her hands into her pants’ pockets to keep from wiping her suddenly sweating palms on her clothes.
Yet there was something about them that was familiar.
She narrowed her eyes at the tallest of the pair. Although most men were taller than she was, she could tell that he had to be a few inches more than six feet. The other man and Paul were tall, probably over six feet as well, but they were an inch or so shorter than he was.
His wavy hair was thick at the top, but shaved on the sides. His face was kind and his eyes radiated humor. He stuck out his hand and grinned. She wiped her palm on the inside of her pants, then took it.
“Daisy Winters, you sure look good.”
She felt like an idiot when her jaw dropped. “Do I know you?”
The other man—no doubt his brother judging from their similar facial features—had a tattoo covering most of his right arm. The devil tattoo had flames licking outward from its body with the devil’s pitch-fork tail crawling over his shoulder blade to the side of his neck. His blond hair wasn’t shaved on the sides like his brother’s, but was still close-cut.
“You don’t recognize us, do you?” The grinning brother wrapped his arm over the other two men’s shoulders. “It’s me, Daisy. Wade Chambliss.”
She’d finally managed to close her mouth, but what he’d said made her drop it again like a ventriloquist’s dummy. “Wade Chambliss? Is that really you?” She turned her attention to the tattooed man. “Then this has got to be Troy, right?”
The Chambliss brothers she’d known in high school hadn’t looked anything like these amazing hunks. Instead, they’d been the epitome of the ninety-pound weakling in stereo. She hadn’t run in the same crowd as they had—she’d hung out more with art students than the nerd herd—but she remembered how much they’d gotten bullied by the jocks. She’d felt sorry for them, had on one occasion even stuck up for them, but that was the extent of their interaction.
“How’ve you been, Daisy? We lost track of you senior year.” Troy’s voice wasn’t as deep and rich as Paul’s but it held a quality to it that made her think of silk sheets.
“I moved to Destiny.”
Wade pointed at her in an “ah-ha” kind of way. “Yeah. I remember that now. I heard a couple years later that you’d taken over the bed and breakfast. Are you still doing that?”
She had to string more than two sentences together before she started sounding like even more of an idiot than she felt. “I did. And yeah, I’m still there. I love Destiny and running the B&B.”
Both Troy and Wade gave her appreciative once-overs. If they’d checked her out like that while in high school, with the smoke and heat they had in their eyes, she might’ve given them more than a cursory glance. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first. Wow. You’ve changed a lot.”
Wade laughed when she cringed at what she’d said. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it. We have changed. We’re not the weak little nerds you used to know.”
“You can say that again.” She didn’t usually have a problem saying the right thing, but around them, she was losing it. “You’re freakin’ amazing.”
She was naked from the top of her red hair to the tips of her red-painted toenails. Her small, perky breasts pointed at them, like beacons for their lust that they would follow all the way to finding her treasure. Her stomach was nicely rounded with just enough pooch to cushion a man’s head when he laid it to rest there. Her mons was clean-shaven and her legs strong.
“Is it okay? Am I okay?”
At first he wasn’t sure what she meant. Then it hit him. “You’re amazing.”
She was so hot that he was surprised to find that his hands shook. From excitement or from nerves, he wasn’t sure. But he was sure that she was the only one who could’ve ever gotten that reaction from him.
“So are you guys going to just stand there gawking at me? Or are you going to get out of your clothes?”
She was still the same blunt, say-it-like-it-is Daisy.
She turned and got on top of the bed and spread her hair out on top of the pillow.
“I’m not complaining, but is there a full-size bed in the house?”
Troy didn’t care. With or without a bed, he was going to be with her. He started stripping off his shirt. His boots and his jeans soon followed. “If you’d rather sit this out with Paul, then, bro, feel free to do that.”
Wade started undoing his buttons. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Troy hurried to her side even though his legs felt like they’d suddenly changed into wood. His penis, however, was ready to go.
It was the culmination of all his boyhood dreams and his manly needs all rolled into one. She was his fantasy come true.
Wade stalked past him and climbed on top of the bed. He got onto his belly and put his face between her thighs. “God in heaven, but she’s wet.” He drew in a long breath and let out a satisfied sigh. He tucked his arms under her legs and pulled her to him, then swiped his tongue over her pussy.
Troy caught the sweet scent of her. His knees almost buckled with his need for her.
“Please. I need this. I need you.” Her face took on a radiant expression as she leaned her head back, her lips parted. Her tongue flicked over her lips just as Wade took another lick of her. Her body shook, making her breasts shimmy.
Troy was torn between making the anticipation last and watching his brother feast on her. Wade flattened his mouth on her then slid his tongue all the way from her rosebud to her soaking clit. She bucked and spread her legs even wider.
“She’s so fucking good, man. I think she’s about to go.”
He hoped not. Not until he’d had a taste of her. But he couldn’t tell his brother to stop. That would’ve been asking too much.
Troy moved closer and trailed his fingers along her rounded mons over the slight swell of her stomach and onto her breasts with her taut nipples.
Wade renewed his hold on her as he watched. Wade pressed his face to her and moaned, telling her how much he loved her taste. Troy’s gaze stayed locked to her as Wade parted her labia then circled his tongue around. His brother’s expression was sheer ecstasy as he pressed against her harder and lapped her juices. The area around his mouth glistened with her wetness.
The sounds Daisy made were as sexy as the quick, lust-filled movements she made. She was getting closer to an orgasm as she clutched the bedspread and squirmed.
Her pink nipples, surrounded by brown, called to Troy. He wanted to have them in his mouth, one at a time, then both at once. He’d nip and suck on them until she couldn’t stand it. She’d like a little pain at the same time, he was sure of it. Biting down on them would give her that and have her spiraling out of control and into her orgasm. An orgasm that would be the first of many.
Wade would get a mouthful of her when she exploded. He’d give that to his brother. But after that, they’d both take her and give her both their cocks to enjoy.
His hand wrapped around his cock, trying to stave off the ache that throbbed inside it.
The need in her tone left him no choice. He had to go to her. Leaning over the top of the small bed, he stroked his cock, loving the way she watched him. Unknowingly, she’d tortured him and now he’d do it to her. Wade kept eating her, glancing up only every so often to watch what he was about to do.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” He’d give her anything, do anything to please her, but he wanted to play with her, too. He stroked his engorged cock and again, her eyes clouded over with yearning.
“Give me your cock.”
He was certain that sweeter words had never been said.