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Domination Plantation (MFM)

Southern Plantation 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 44,753
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[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, consensual BDSM, HEA]

Two rough and rowdy cowboys meet a complicated young woman destined to change their lives, but they quickly uncover a shattering truth. They're falling in love with their enemy's daughter, a man responsible for killing their parents.

Jenna Velázquez has been living with Serena Evans and her family for several years. When Serena invites Jenna to tag along on a visit to Tennessee, Jenna grabs the chance, hoping to outrun a torrid past she desperately wants to keep in her rearview mirror.

Jenna practically swoons at the feet of Jules and Brogan Evans, but unbeknownst to her, the Evans brothers know Jenna's father. She soon discovers her father is aware of her whereabouts and awaited the perfect opportunity to reenter her life, a time when she could most assist him while hurting the two men she hopelessly loves.

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

Note: This book was previously published by another publisher.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Some like it hot and this one is HOT!! Loved this book so looking forward to reading the next one in this series.

- Barefoot Okie

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Jules jumped off the large wagon, pulled his fingers away from his work gloves, and tossed them aside. He swiped the sweat from his thick brow and tented his hand over his eyes. “Good thing you didn’t call them and tell them to go home.” 

“Guess so,” Brogan said, pasting a smile on his face.

The sleek SUV made a slow approach. The automobile reminded him of a black, stealthy panther as it came toward them. Brogan should have taken the analogy as a sign, a real warning.

He felt an odd tickle rush up and down his spine. A true sense of dread washed over him. Deciding the brutal heat had made him a little woozy, he grabbed a bottle of water and took a swig as he awaited his family.

The next few moments unraveled as if they were being played out in slow motion. He glanced over at Jules and noticed how his eyes widened about the time Serena and Heath closed their doors simultaneously.

The back door opened and a pair of long, slender legs appeared. Dark curls bounced lightly across thin, bare shoulders as a woman—quite possibly the most beautiful he’d ever seen—stepped away from the car.

“Shit,” Jules said. “That’s no kid, Brogan.”

“Reckon it’s Fiona?” he asked. “We haven’t seen her in two years.”

“Fiona never had boobs or curves.” 

“Maybe she grew three or four inches, lost a few pounds, and ditched about twenty years in the process.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Heaven help us if that’s Serena’s friend,” Brogan said, lowering his voice.

“Uncle Jules! Uncle Brogan!” Serena waved wildly. “Hurry up. I want you to meet Jenna!”

The men stared at one another. Brogan felt his upper jaw twitch and Jules lost his color. They glared at their little niece like she wasn’t just the culprit in planned mischief but she was also the red-haired, freckled-face, favored child of the devil himself.

“Damn it to hell,” Brogan cussed. “Yep. That’s her. I remember Heath mentioning Jenna.” 

“Sweet mercenary,” Jules whispered.

“Not a word. Heath is counting on us. If he can stand to be around her, we can, too. Maybe she has a quirk or two.”

“If she has the first flaw, the defect isn’t visible from here. Besides, you’re forgetting Heath is a saint compared to us. Daddy always said he belonged to the milkman.”

“Preacherman is more like it,” Brogan muttered under his breath. “But Heath once enjoyed the same things we do. He always liked his women young and willing to train.”

“He’s married, for crying out loud! And I don’t think he’s capable of thinking straight if he brought that to us!” Jules walked ahead of him, traipsing toward their family and guest.

“He may have a ring on his finger, but he ain’t blind!”

Jules immediately turned around and faced him. “Remember that old adage? They say love is capable of all sorts of things. If that’s true, Heath must be wearing a blindfold. No man in his right mind would drop that girl off here.”

Maybe there was the problem. Why, sure, Jules provided the perfect explanation.

Heath just wasn’t in his right mind.

 

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Jules, probably suspecting she was ready to dismiss him, changed his approach. His arm sank deeper into the water and he inched forward. She didn’t lock gazes with him. To do so now would only provoke him. Instead, she stared at the water, wondering where he might touch her when his hand met her flesh again.

His open palm landed against her leg, right above her knee, and he slowly lifted his gaze. When she looked into his eyes, it was a mistake. Her eyes must’ve invited him.

His fingers trailed up her inner thigh, and she gasped when she felt his fingers right above her pussy. He wiggled three digits near her folds, just enough to let her know where he lingered, what he planned to explore.

“Spread your legs,” he rasped. “Don’t be afraid, Jenna.”

Without the will to stop, Jenna parted her trembling thighs. A moan slipped from her dry mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he crooned, dragging a finger up and down one of her intimate lips.

She wondered if he’d said those very words to the woman who’d attended his party the night before. Had they been intimate in the past? Was she a frequent guest in his home, in his bed?

Jenna shivered as she watched him. She only had minimal experience to her credit, but she was aware of her growing lust, of the rising female hunger. Curiosity and desire fueled an unexpected perpetual longing.

His touch set her pussy on fire. Jules Evans knew how to send a woman up in flames.

With the ball of his hand, he massaged her pelvic area. “Sweet fuckin’ hell. You’re shaved?”

She snapped her legs together, suddenly embarrassed.

“It’s all right,” he reassured her. “I won’t ask you to stand up and show me.”

“Jules, this isn’t a good idea,” she said, her eyes watering.

“Is that what you really believe?” he asked gently, prying her legs apart as he studied her face.

“No,” she finally said, releasing her locked knees.

“I didn’t think so,” he said, sliding a firm digit through her folds. 

He penetrated her with the tip of his finger. Sighing as if he thought the simple act of touching her vagina was satin pleasure, Jules added another finger and then another. Thrusting his hand forward, he finger-fucked her with precision. 

She watched him as he led her to the brink of indulgence, tapping and searching for just the right spot.

“Jules,” she whispered, her hands falling against the tub. She gripped the sides, anchoring her body as she prepared for an uplifting experience, a new chapter in an innocent woman’s life.

The dizzy feeling consumed her. She felt like she’d died and gone to a holding zone, the kind of place where sins were tallied right before final decisions sealed future deals, those that changed lives, for better or for worse.

Jules stroked his lips with his tongue. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Please,” she whispered, lifting her body above the surface as if in an attempt to provoke the promise, hold a man to his word.

And that’s pretty much where the seduction ended with the sudden slam of a heavy door.

 

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