Claire Adele's Special Collection (MFM, MF)

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Box Set #51: Claire Adele's Special Collection (All 3 books for $3.99)

In Guardian of Her Dream, Rafe Wolfgang craves to care for and protect Darlene, but he is haunted by a perceived failure to save his best friend. Lucky Wolford, haunted by demons of his own, found a friendly ear in Rafe, and the two bonded. Darlene Lovejoy takes in Rafe after his tumble down a steep cliff and is soon falling herself, for Rafe and his sexy friend Lucky. When Darlene’s life is threatened, the two must confess they are werewolves, even if doing so could lose them her love.

In No Truer Love, Chloe Campbell is determined to go it alone and open a flower shop in Hondo County, Texas. Beau Wolford is used to taking care of his younger siblings and cousins. Now he wants to do the same for Chloe. Ty Wolfgang learned about sacrifice and protection from his brother and wants to use those lessons in service of Chloe. But can Chloe trust their feral nature? How will she stand up to the loan shark set on holding her captive until he gets what he wants?

In Dangerous Persuasion, undercover Ranger Kurt MacConnor vows revenge on an outlaw leader, though he is haunted by the possibility that it was his bullet that killed a close friend in a shootout. Feisty Cassie Leland carries the guilt of her mother’s death and is now determined to protect her family and ranch from outlaws. When MacConnor rescues Cassie from their clutches, the two can no longer deny the attraction between them, which may be the biggest threat to Cassie’s safety. 

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Guardian of Her Dream (MFM) No Truer Love (MFM) Dangerous Persuasion (MF)

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Ty had agreed to a threesome with her. Beau wanted to feel her out about that possibility tonight so he could let Ty know. He didn’t want to scare her off even though she’d probably tell them to get lost if she found out they were werewolves.

“Hi.” He took the front steps two at a time.

She held the door wide. “Come in.” Her voice sounded different and strained.

Something scared her. He could see it in her dark-brown eyes. “What’s up?”

“I got a phone call from someone who said basically that I’d better pay my rent now or else.”

“Shit. Did you recognize the voice?”

“He sounded a lot like Cinco Gonzales. That bastard. Why did I ever take a chance on trusting him? I should never have taken a loan from him.”

“You couldn’t have known what he’s like if you didn’t live in this area. He’s a small-time loan shark, but he’d love to be bigger. Right now, I doubt that he has many clients. He probably needs your money to pay his rent.”

Her hands shook as she smoothed stray strands of her long hair back from her face. “I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that before.”

“You want to get out of here? I’ve made a reservation for us at a great steak house.”

She met his gaze, and he could see that she was too uneasy. He quickly reassured her. “We can cancel going out tonight if you want.”

She nodded in agreement. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay here. That phone call shook me. I think I can put something together for us to eat. I just need to check and see what’s in the fridge.”

She was shaking so bad it affected her voice. Hoping to calm her, he stepped close to her and took hold of her shoulders as gently as he could. “We’ll figure out something together. Don’t worry about Cinco. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here as long as you want me to, all night if that would help.”

Her beautiful eyes widened. “That sounds great. I’d appreciate it. I’m a little shaken and being new in town, I don’t know who to call for help. I know he just wants his money, but still, that phone call surprised me. I want to handle this problem, but I’m not sure how to go about it.”

Beau nodded in understanding. “I’ll talk to Cinco and straighten him out. Tonight, I’ll be right here for you.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him for the first time since he’d gotten there. “Let’s see what there is to eat.”

He squeezed her shoulders and released her. “After you.” Her scent teased him unmercifully as she led the way into her kitchen, her curvy hips tempting him. He’d wanted her since the moment he’d first met her.

From the small living room they crossed the long dining room and through a door to a large kitchen. These old houses had big kitchens. People needed plenty of room to prepare meals for large families back in the old days in the early 1900s. This kitchen had been renovated with new counters and a modern sink. In the middle of the room was a huge old table surrounded by several chairs. “Where’d you find the old farm table?”

Chloe took a couple of plates from an upper cabinet that had glass in the door and set the dishes on the table. “It’s a great table but it’s not mine. The house came with the furniture in it. Good thing for me, since I haven’t had time or the money to buy my own furnishings.” When she crossed to the pantry doors, he followed her.




“Let’s get you out of these clothes, babe.”

On the other side of her, Ty joined in helping Beau lift her shirt up and off over her head. Ty’s touch was as gentle and light as the touch of a butterfly’s wings. He made her shiver as he brushed against sensitive pleasure points around her breasts and upper arms. How did he know about those places? He must be well practiced in the art of lovemaking just like Beau was.

Beau unhooked her bra in the front, and Ty stared at her, his eyes glittering with his intent. A soft, male hum of appreciation came from him.

“You’re beautiful, darlin’. Your breasts are the most gorgeous globes I’ve ever seen. No lie. I love that pearly color and those pale, blue veins. I want to lick those rosy nipples.” He cupped one breast in his callused hand. “May I?”

“Yes,” she said, her body quivering in anticipation. She’d never had sex with two guys before, and the reality of it shook her with the excitement of the unknown. She anticipated lots of touching.

Ty lowered his head and touched the tip of his tongue to her nipple. He licked and then closed over the nub with his lips and drew hard, suckling and titillating her.

She inhaled swiftly at the aching heat that streamed through her body all the way to the sensitive flesh between her thighs, all along her slit, and over every heated inch even into her tight, little hole. She moaned as he continued to tantalize her, brushing his fingers over her other nipple across some the most delicate nerve endings in her body.

“Let’s get the rest of your clothes off, babe,” Beau said, his voice a deep growl. “I want to taste you.”

He’d been watching. Having an audience was new to her. “You two get naked, too. Fair’s fair.” She crossed her arms and waited.

“No problem,” Ty said, grinning as he eased her clothes down her hips and off her legs with Beau’s help. “I want to see all of you, darlin’.” He placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart.

She leaned back on the pillows behind her against the headboard and spread her legs for him, trying hard to act like having sex with two guys was nothing unusual. Already, she felt her cream filling her opening.

Ty’s eyes flared with a glow of light just as Beau’s had done yesterday. She watched Ty as he gazed at her bared private parts. His nostrils widened, and his face took on a look of hot, ravenous hunger. His erection strained against his jeans. “I want to taste your sweet pussy, darlin’.”

She smiled at Ty’s eagerness. “You may as soon as both of you guys finish taking off all your clothes.” Giving herself a small measure of control pleased her, until she realized she’d outsmarted herself this time. As she watched them undress, waiting impatiently for Beau’s and Ty’s arousing touch, her sensitive flesh swelled and pulsed around her opening. She could feel her fluids trickling slowly along her slit, and she was wide open and totally naked for these two sweet-talking cowboys. They could easily see how aroused and wet they made her. They probably knew that her vaginal opening clenched and pulsed. Still, she refused to let her legs close and reveal her nervousness. She trembled all over with sexual need. She couldn’t keep from imagining Ty’s fingers touching her slick pussy. Just the thought of Ty sliding a finger slowly inside her hole made her back arch and her hips writhe. Her opening contracted again with hunger for his touch.

It didn’t take them long to get completely naked. They both sported stiff, erect cocks. Ty was as tall as Beau but just slightly more slender. Muscles rippled along his cut abs and muscular shoulders, bulging in his arms and thighs as he lowered himself onto the bed and positioned his shoulders under her spread legs. She could feel his heat and soft breath against her thighs and her pussy. He made her shiver.

He met her gaze and spread her thighs wider. “I’m going to eat you up, darlin’.”

She smiled nervously. “Go ahead.”





“Come on, babe. Let’s dry off and have a drink.”

“Okay.” Her answer sounded weak to her ears. She didn’t even mind him calling her babe. Their relationship had taken a huge turn. She hoped it was for the better. He took hold of her hands, and she closed her fingers over his. 

Blocking the view of her from the house, he helped her to her feet. He covered her bared breast with her top, eased her bikini bottoms up around her naked hips, and helped her up the steps. He walked with her over to the lounge chairs, where they grabbed their towels, and he dried off and stretched out on a lounge chair. She dried off and stood there, still in shock from what had just happened between them.

She wanted to escape to her bedroom. “I’d better shower off.” She needed to come to terms with what she had just done.

“Are you all right?” He reached toward her.

“Yes, I’m fine. Go ahead and stretch out and relax for a while. It won’t take me long.”

“All right.” He leaned back on the lounge chair. “Wake me if I fall asleep.”

“I will.” She headed for the house and the privacy of her bedroom and shower.

Lucky was standing at the window beside the den doorway. He smiled at her as she entered. “That was incredible. You were beautiful, Darlene.”

She didn’t know what to say. The fact that he had watched her allowing Rafe to pleasure her was shocking. Her face heated at the realization Lucky had known she pleasured Rafe in return.

“You’re one hell of a sexy lady. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Uhmm, thanks.” She backed toward the hallway, wanting only to take refuge in her shower. Lucky moved toward her. She could see that he was aroused. Oh, God. She had been unfair. She had let Rafe arouse her like she had when she knew Lucky was in her home, not to mention the other guys. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t, and that was the problem.

Now, the sight of his aroused cock made her labia ache all over again. Water dripped down from her bikini over her sensitive thighs, increasing the ache there. Her opening felt more swollen. Why did these two guys have this effect on her?

Yes, they were nice guys. Lucky was as nice as he could be. He had helped her care for Rafe when he desperately needed their care. Lucky was not quite the same age as Rafe, but they were both built. And Lucky’s arousal was making her ache intensely. But neither of them was the kind of guy she saw herself spending her life with. Right?

“I would be happy to help you shower off,” Lucky offered.




She looked down and saw that her blouse had been raised above her breasts. It formed a visual barrier so that she couldn’t see their hands, only feel. Her face heated when she considered that they had done that while she was asleep. It seemed sort of erotic, and just the thought made the ache between her thighs increase.

As if in answer to her thoughts, someone slid a finger under her panties and dipped into her fluids at her opening. She gasped as wonderful aches tightened and spread through her lower belly. She noticed Lucky’s arm move and knew he was the culprit. Just as she locked her gaze on his, he delved into her needy vagina so gently and so deeply that another little orgasm clenched her muscles. She inhaled swiftly and closed her eyes. Lucky slowly slid his long finger back out of her opening, stroking sensitive places inside along the way.

“Let’s get these clothes off you.” Rafe pulled her up to a sitting position, and they eased her blouse up and off of her. They had left her so relaxed that she moved like a rag doll. After gently urging her down flat, Rafe slid her shorts down from her waist. “Lift your hips, babe.” She did so, and now she was naked except for her panties.

Rafe smoothed his fingers under the top of her panties. “I want her first.”

“All right.” Lucky continued to stroke her breast and tease the nipple, rebuilding her sexual need. He touched places that sent electric pulses to her opening, making it ache and feel swollen and very sensitive.

Breathless, Darlene looked from one to the other. “Just exactly how is this going to work? I’ve never had sex with two guys at the same time before.”

Rafe’s talented fingers tantalized her flesh beneath the top of her panties, as he grazed the skin across her belly with his knuckles. “We’ll take turns. Would you like us to use condoms?”

Darlene was speechless. This was moving much faster than she had expected. Yet, she realized she wanted this adventure. “I’m not on the pill.”

“Okay, good to know. Lucky and I don’t mind using condoms.”

Thank goodness she always kept a box of them just in case she met a man who didn’t want to dominate her and she wanted to get to know more about him. “There’s a box in the top drawer of the bathroom counter.”

“I’ll get them.” Lucky left the bedroom and returned quickly. He handed a couple to Rafe, who put them on the bedside table.

They both made short work of removing their clothing, and stretched out on the bed again, their bodies beautiful and as sexy as two buff Texas cowboys could be. Their hard cocks bumped her sides. She shifted a little for no purpose. Their cocks seemed to be attracted to her like magnets.

She stared at first one and then the other, wondering how in heck this was going to work out.

“Relax, babe, and let us do all the work.” Rafe grinned at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Lucky rejoined them on her right side.

“May I?” Rafe moved down the bed and gently started to slide her panties down her thighs.

“Yes.” Her voice came as barely a whisper. She could tell that Rafe was used to being a leader. She wondered what he had in mind and watched him, shivering with delicious pleasure from his actions.





Panic shook her at the thought of the bandits close behind. She couldn’t let those killers catch her. She had to corral Duke and climb back in the saddle—fast. She shivered and staggered toward the bank as cold water sluiced from her bodice and skirt. She wiped water from her face. Her palms smarted from scrapes caused by sand and pebbles where her gloves had torn.

The thunder of horses’ hooves drew nearer. Stumbling, she pivoted on her waterlogged boots and looked back. Stark terror threatened to overwhelm her at the sight of a man riding toward her. He wore a tan colored hat, tan shirt, and blue trousers. She couldn’t tell who he was from this distance. He could be one of the outlaws.

Tall in the saddle, dark and menacing, had he fired his gun at her? She had to get away. A big patch of white covered his horse’s face. Wait. She’d know that horse anywhere. Diablo. Kurt MacConnor’s paint stallion, raced toward her.

She sloshed toward the bank, searching for shelter. The explosion of small arms and the thunder of hooves sounded close. Too late. She turned to face the threat and squared her shoulders to meet her fate.

“Get ready,” he shouted, the urgency in his voice not lost on her.

Heavens, it would have to be Mr. MacConnor. As he barreled toward her, she spread her feet apart and widened her stance, poised to grab hold and swing up behind him.

Diablo plunged into the river. Water sprayed in a fan like sparkling prisms of sunshine all around him.

Mr. MacConnor reached down and caught her beneath her arms. A gasp escaped her as he swept her up onto his lap. Tuckedin front of him with her feet dangling to one side, she wondered why he hadn’t pulled her up behind him. Gunfire blasted ever nearer. Now she understood. She slid her arms around Kurt MacConnor’s ribs and gripped his heated, solid torso like a lifeline. 

Diablo never faltered. His strong legs splashed through the slow current as he carried them to shore and galloped toward town. She clung to Mr. MacConnor’s coat and looked back for Duke. “My horse!”

“Got to get you out of here. Horse is on his own.”

Even as apprehension forced her to wonder at Mr. MacConnor’s intentions, she saw that Duke raced after them. Uneasy relief filled her at the sight. “He’s following.” Unfortunately, she saw several of themen only a few hundred feet behind Duke.

He appeared darkly dangerous and handsome as usual, with the wind tugging at the midnight hair beneath his hat brim. She sat on his lap soaked through, drenching him as water streamed from her hair and her favorite riding habit.

She held tight while his mount galloped toward town. Her mind whirled with questions. Why hadn’t she noticed him somewhere on the road? What was he doing out here when his office was in town?

Every now and then, she’d noticed him riding or walking through Leland Valley. As she clung to him now, she contemplated the cold, hard look in his gray eyes. By his chilling demeanor, she figured Kurt MacConnor could be counted on to protect her. Surely, he wasn’t involved with those violent lawbreakers.

He glanced down at her. “You all right?”

The angry sound of his voice gave her pause. “Yes, I’m fine.” She considered his piercing gaze, his eyes more silver than gray. With a deep breath, she inhaled the scent of damp horses and leather, hard-working man and shaving soap. Startled by the sudden desire to rest her face against his neck, her heart thundered in her breast, and she stiffened. Freighter, ladies’ man, and who knew what else? Mr. MacConnor was not the proper sort.

“Keep your head down,” he barked.

Cassie glanced over his shoulder first, then followed his bidding. She’d seen that Duke still ran behind them, but the men following had slowed their pursuit and stopped firing. She hoped they were afraid to ride into town. She couldn’t lose her favorite of the horses she’d been training to those evil men…or have him return home with an empty saddle and alarm her father even more.

She pushed dripping locks of hair out of her face with one hand while she held on to her rescuer with the other. Though the hot sun beat down, the wind streamed through her soggy clothing and chilled her. She shifted on his lap and felt his rigid muscles beneath her. My word.




Her breasts, perfect globes crowned by dark, rosy, puckered nipples, drew him to taste her again. He touched the valley between her breasts and trailed his finger past her belly button to the triangle of dark curls between her thighs. She shivered. Leaning over her, he met her trusting gaze and covered her mouth with his. She taunted his lips and tongue, caressing and teasing.

His palm continued to explore the slender length of her, his raging desire tempting him. But, he ruled his primitive drive with an iron will. Refusing to plunge into her wet sheath, he swore to give her what she desired and hold the reins on his own rampant urges.

Tensing his muscles, he left her sweet mouth to trail kisses over her breasts. Her womanly fragrance surrounded him. She grasped his shoulders, her fingertips pressing into him as he placed gentle kisses around one turgid peak, then took it into his mouth and sucked, drawing the nipple deeper, tugging on her breast.

Cassie gasped, and a low cry escaped her as sensations streamed through her to swell low in her body. He moved to her other breast, and she arched beneath his chest, offering herself for his touch. She breathed in his welcome, familiar scent as he gave this breast equal attention.

Then his mouth dragged down to her waist and his hot, wet, tormenting tongue delved into her belly button. “Kurt—” She inhaled swiftly as the heated ache increased below in the most private places.

He rose up and stared at her bare body. She shivered with anticipation of the unknown. When he started to move lower, she grasped his shoulders. “Kurt? What are you doing?”

He raised his dark head and met her gaze, his eyelids heavy over those darkened, silvery gray eyes. “Trust me, babe.”

At first, she watched as he continued pressing kisses over her, from one hip to the other, causing her to tremble. She dropped her head back to the feather pillow when he moved over one delicate thigh, the heat of his breath teasing her most sensitive flesh as he nuzzled. She felt utterly decadent and didn’t care.

Her fingers slipped from his hair as he moved lower to caress her calves, ankles, and feet. She floated in a gentle river of warm sensation. When he moved back up her legs, he cupped his hand beneath one knee and bent it, raising her leg.

She watched him, her muscles clenching, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, while he positioned himself between her legs and bent her other knee. She felt open and vulnerable. Yet she wanted him above all else.

He looked intently at her and she met his gaze. “Are you sure, Cassie?”

She smiled at him with her heart full of trust. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you to make love to me.”

Snug between her thighs, he supported his lean, muscular torso on his arms. Her body tuned to feel every minute sensation, Cassie inhaled quickly when he slipped his hands beneath her hips and tilted them. He lowered his head.

“Kurt.” She grabbed for him, tangling her fingers in the black, silky hair of his scalp. With his lips and tongue, he pressed hot, wet kisses against her swollen, sensitive folds. He licked her in one long sweep. She gasped and writhed as his tongue probed. She craved more and tilted her hips.

“That’s the way, hon. He delved into her most private place with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, God, Kurt!” Tension coiled in her, impossibly tight.

She stared at his dark head, her fingers clutching in his hair. He taunted her until she dropped her head to the pillow. She undulated beneath his hands and mouth, and her body arched, shuddering. She felt poised on the edge of a precipice. Suddenly, she took flight and soared. Lights flashed around her, and sweet, exquisite contractions pulsed deep within, sending waves of ecstasy through her.

Slowly, the ripples ebbed to leave her floating, blissfully lethargic and feeling a boneless euphoria.

She opened her eyes to find Kurt watching her. She flushed, but realized he hadn’t become part of the glory.

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