[#419 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, sex toys]
Determined to protect her sisters from a murderous uncle, Lizzie Prescott answers a "brides wanted" ad. She and her sisters journey to 1860s Washington Territory, a wild land of towering cedar trees and brawny lumberjacks.
Logan Gallagher brought the brides out west for his crew, not for himself, but he can’t get the red-haired beauty out of his mind. His brother, Gage, harbors his own desires for the opinionated redhead.
Can all three of them find love together in this untamed land?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Sofia Hunt is a Siren-exclusive author.
4.3 STARS: "Yowza, now this was a historical I could get in bed with. For the beginning of a series, The First bride gives the reader just enough to hold on to without spoiling the fun for the books to follow. Never fear, you won't be unsatisfied with the ending. The story between Lizzie, Logan and Gabe is a passionate tale. A refreshing erotic romance that allows the reader to get to know the characters and for the characters to get to know each other before they're all jumping into bed together. Which brings me to what I loved most which was Lizzie's contradictions. She questions whether she's desirable, believing she wasn't a woman to satisfy a man yet alone two men. Yet she aches to be ravished. She burns for both Logan and Gabe and I loved how she felt torn between them. Logan is a dominating, have-to-have-his-way kind of guy and Gabe is willing to let emotions unfurl naturally. The story was fantastic. Because Ms. Hunt does a wonderful job of clearly defining her characters, there is no confusing on who is doing what. From the first tummy tugging moment when Lizzie sees Logan for the first time, to the climatic conclusion, this story entertains." -- Seriously Reviewed4 STARS: "The very determined Lizzie Prescott is going to protect her sisters from their murdering uncle no matter what she has to do. She answers a "Brides Wanted" ad and takes them on a journey to the Washington Territories. The territories are full of huge cedars, and big hardy lumberjacks. Logan Gallagher brought the brides for his lumberjacks not for himself. But he just can't stop thinking about the red headed beauty. His brother Gage is also drawn to the obstinate woman. Can the three come together and make this work in this place and hard time? I loved this story as its time period has forever made a place in northwest history. As a north westerner myself, the beauty of this place is spectacular in itself. The characters created for this story are strong and hardy for this time period for it wasn't a place for weak humans to struggle and survive in. Lizzie Prescott is not a quitter, which I loved, and her spirit was not to be broken. It was sad she believed she couldn't be a bride for any man as she felt it was her duty to see that her sisters were protected at all cost from her disgusting excuse of an uncle. Her main worry is in seeing that her sisters are married and taken care of. She soon comes to discover that she will be forced to make a decision to protect not just her sisters. I love how the author does not take the strength away from Lizzie as she slowly comes to understand that she will be in a relationship with not one brother, but both in every sense of the word. The story reads at a quick pace and I had a hard time putting it down. The brothers Logan and Gage want to love Lizzie, and she fears that she is a failure as a woman. The brothers are quick to teach Lizzie that she is quite mistaken. Ms. Hunt does not take away the sensual encounters, but makes them definitely lessons that Lizzie comes to love and looks forward to. I really enjoyed this book, and the author kept the story anchored in the time period, and made the reader not want to put it down. It is a quick read, but one I hope everyone enjoys as much as I did. I look forward to reading the rest of this series, and see what is in store for the other two sisters. I am anxious to also read more of Sofia Hunt's books. I loved that her descriptions of Washington state's coastal region as it was like taking a journey back home." -- Darcy, The Romance Reviews
"Lizzie Prescott knows to keep her sisters safe and from the fate that had befallen her, than she needs to get them away from the east coast and her evil uncle. So, when she sees the “brides wanted” ad in the paper she jumps at the offer and spirits herself and her two adult sisters away. Heading west in the 1860’s is not an easy fate but she feels it is better than the possibilities that await them with the murderous uncle. While she plans to never marry herself she thinks she will be able to just pay the Gallagher logging back when she gets both of her sisters married off. She never expects to be intrigued by two of the owners herself. Especially with the fact that as improper as it seems she is drawn to both Logan and Gage. Logan brought the brides out west for his crew, not for himself. But neither he nor his brother Gage can seem to take their eyes off Lizzie Prescott. Can the three of them work together and keep their desires under wraps, at least to the outside eyes, and make a go of a real relationship? I love the idea of importing a group of brides to the rainy northwest, which is what The First Bride is all about. Ms. Hunt is able to weave the baseline for a number of books and at the same time give us intriguing characters in the first installment of the Brides of Bachelor Bay series. I love how Logan tries to keep his distance but isn’t able to and how Gage goes after what he knows is right. If you are a fan of a little ménage loving with some buff lumberjacks and a proper eastern woman then you will love The First Bride."-- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
For the first time in her life, Elizabeth Mary Prescott was sorely tempted to abandon her vow to remain single. But entertaining such foolish notions as marrying again didn’t negate the truth of her situation. She’d signed on to this journey under false pretenses. No man would want her if he knew the truth. Nor would she trap an unsuspecting suitor into a marriage built on lies. Yet, there were other ways, though scandalous, to be with a man, ways which didn’t involve marriage.
Lizzie had never been the scandalous type. As the oldest of three children, all girls, she’d been the responsible, dependable daughter, despite her penchant for disregarding propriety at times. This land appealed to her sense of adventure and her disdain for the restrictions men placed on women. In an uncivilized land like this, a woman should be able to live by her own rules. Or so she hoped.
Lizzie hung back while the remaining female passengers, twenty-three young women, leaned over the ship’s railing. They gawked at the sea of men crowding the dock below. Potential husbands, every one of them, and plenty to pick from. These big, raw-boned men were dressed in their Sunday best. Their hair slicked back, their jaws freshly shaved. Big men for a big country. Hopefully, big hearts, too.
She shuddered as her wayward mind imagined the inappropriate and unacceptable things such men could do to a woman. It was not for her to find out. This trip was not about her. She would remain strong for her sisters and see that they secured marriages to suitable men of high moral standing and reputation, men with secure finances.
Once she completed her task, she’d fade into obscurity as a teacher in a rural school.
The sun peeked through the clouds, certainly a good omen. She could use some good luck.
The Civil War had decimated the male population back East. The few available men in her hometown paid her no mind. She stood too tall, lacked the fine-boned features men favored, and was a mite sharp-tongued and opinionated. Only one man had showed interest, but that nightmare was over.
Besides, she craved adventure. Yet, travelling from the East Coast to Puget Sound in Washington Territory proved to be more adventure than she’d bargained for, with the storms and whatnot.
But they’d made it. Every one of them. She glanced at each of her two sisters standing in front of her on the railing. Olivia, the shy middle sister who’d rather be reading a book, shrank back at the sight of all that masculinity and gazed up at Lizzie, obviously overwhelmed.
“I just want to sleep on a bed that doesn’t pitch and roll all night long.” Olivia pushed her glasses up with the tip of her finger and squinted at the crowd.
“As do I.” Lizzie patted her sister’s arm.
“I’ll never set foot on a boat again.”
“It doesn’t hold much interest to me, either. But we’re here, and look at the reception we’re getting.”
“It is disconcerting.”
Lizzie couldn’t agree more, but for once, held her tongue.
“It’s impressive. All these men. I could swoon.” Amelia, the youngest and prettiest sister, assessed the crowd. Her sharp eyes missed nothing. “I see several possibilities.”
“With your fair appearance, you’ll have your pick.” Lizzie smoothed her wrinkled dress and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, aware of what a fright she must appear. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here to marry, only to find mates for her sisters, good, kind husbands.
“Yes, you will. They won’t even notice us.” Olivia let out a deep breath.
Amelia smiled and squeezed Olivia’s hand. “You, Olivia, will also have no shortage of suitors.”
Olivia turned to Lizzie. “And you, too.”
“I’m twenty-five, way past marrying age.” Her age was the least of her problems.
“I suspect if you’re a female and still breathing, you’re marrying age around here,” Amelia quipped and waved her handkerchief at one particularly enthusiastic man who’d climbed a tall pole to see over the crowd.
“She’s right, you know.” Olivia peered at the men over the rims of her reading glasses.
“I have no desire to be subservient to any man.” She didn’t add why. They all knew why.
“Yet you would wish that fate on us?”
“The both of you wouldn’t consider it fate, but a pleasant task.”
“Very pleasant.” Amelia leaned further over the railing. Her cleavage caught the men’s attention as she waved at the group with her lace handkerchief. Lizzie prayed she’d marry Amelia off before she soiled her reputation as a lady. Her bold approach to men and her inherent recklessness worried both older sisters. Amelia barely avoided scandal back in Boston.
Lizzie looked into the crowd. One man stood back from the group, leaning negligently against a tree. With a big, muscled body, dark wavy hair, and a ruggedly handsome face, he’d attract attention wherever he went. He oozed authority in the way of a stallion in a herd of mares. His gaze slammed into her with an intensity which almost sent her reeling backward. He trapped her with a look and held her captive. With a knowing smirk, he tipped his stained hat at her. Lizzie’s body heated, and her breath sat heavy in her lungs, making it hard to draw a breath. Moistness grew between her legs.
Lizzie forced her attention elsewhere, but she could still feel his eyes on her, almost as if he’d physically caressed her. Shaken, she busied herself by grabbing her bag and rummaging through it. When she stole a glance in the man’s direction, he’d disappeared into the crowd.
Watching his brother fuck Lizzie so thoroughly and Lizzie loving every second of raunchy sex with his brother shattered Logan’s paper-thin control.
Not even allowing her a second to recover, Logan flipped her over onto her stomach.
“On your hands and knees,” he growled into her ear. She tried to comply, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Lizzie sprawled on the bed and buried her head in the pillow. The little vixen was still recovering from her second orgasm of the night, but they weren’t done with her yet. Not even close.
“She’s not cooperating, is she, brother?” Gage grinned. He loved this part. Knowing the routine, Gage opened the drawer in the nightstand and removed a leather strap. He tossed it to his brother and waited.
“Lizzie, this is the last time I’m going to ask you nice. On all fours, now.”
“Please, not yet.”
Logan raised the strap and brought it down hard on her bare ass, leaving a nice red stripe across one rounded butt cheek.
Lizzie’s head shot up, and she screamed in surprise and pain.
“No screaming, woman. That’s one of the rules, remember?”
Lizzie nodded and struggled to her hands and knees, but she’d been disobedient and Logan liked obedience in his bed. He raised the strap three more times, leaving nice little crisscross marks on her ass, not hitting her hard enough to raise welts.
He nodded to Gage. “Give her something to do with that mouth of hers.”
Gage grinned. He knew what came next. Kneeling in front of her, Gage offered Lizzie his half-erect cock. “Clean my cock, hon, and don’t leave any of your juices on it.”
Lizzie bent her head to the task. Logan spread her knees wider and exposed her beautiful pink pussy. Raising the strap, he aimed and snapped it down between her legs, hitting his target perfectly. Lizzie threw her head back and let out an enraged scream.
“What the hell was that for?”
She tried to turn around, obviously pissed as hell. Gage held her shoulders, keeping her in place. That bit of attitude really turned Logan on. He’d tame this little wench or have a damn good time attempting to do so.
Tossing the strap aside, for he’d proven his point, Logan plunged his cock into her cum-drenched hole. He ground his crotch into hers, pulling out and leaving only the tip inside, he slammed into her again. She moaned and tilted her hips to take him deeper. That was his little Lizzie. In a few short weeks, she’d learned to love his cock as much as he loved her pussy. Withdrawing, he thrust harder, pushing her head into Gage’s stomach.
Gage guided her mouth onto his half-hard cock, and she sucked greedily on it. When it disappeared deep into her mouth, Logan buried his cock deep in her cunt. Damn, one of the most beautiful sights was watching his cock slide in and out of his wife’s cunt while she sucked on his brother’s cock.
Logan knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He also knew Lizzie liked her pleasure served with a little pain. Reaching underneath her, he pinched both nipples and twisted while he fucked her hard from behind. Gage muffled her cries by holding her cock-filled mouth.
Logan threw back his head and shouted his release. He pulled out and emptied his load on her striped butt cheeks. The thick substance splattered on her ass and ran down her legs. Logan rolled onto the bed and collapsed, as boneless as a jellyfish. He lay still for a moment, savoring the tempestuous emotions bombarding him. The sounds of Gage fucking her mouth drifted to him, sweet music to his ears, and brought him back to the present. Rolling over, he watched as Gage thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Keep her occupied,” Logan gave Gage a brother-to-brother look, and Gage nodded. Time to start the next phase of his wife’s training.
Withdrawing completely, Gage grinned at Lizzie’s whimpered protest. “You want more, baby?”
Lizzie nodded. Saliva ran down her chin, one of the most erotic sights he’d ever witnessed. She grabbed his cock and sucked on it with delicious abandon, going deep on him again.
Logan plunged two fingers into her sopping hole and swirled them around. He removed them and slid his cock back into her. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her in place as he established a rhythm. When she started squirming underneath him and sucked noisily on his brother’s cock, he knew she was as ready as she’d ever be.
He circled her butthole with his wet index finger. Bending down, he licked the tight little hole and violated it with his tongue. She wiggled her ass in his face. Her cries were muffled by the cock buried in her mouth. She adjusted to his invasion of her ass so he dared to take the next step. He pushed the tip of his finger in her tight ass and used it in concert with his soothing tongue. She froze and attempted to squirm away from him. He held her firm and pushed his finger in a little further.