In Turn Another Paige, Paige has been best friends with a guy named Jude following a mistake that put them in the same dorm room. Mike, Jude’s lover, joined them, and three has been company for several years. Paige has fallen for both men, but can she find the courage to confess her feelings?

In By Male Order, determined not to remarry following the death of her abusive husband, Hope Adams is desperate for help running her Dakota farm. When her clergyman uncle sends her two mail-order farmhands, Thomas Cameron and Alec Buchanan, she never expects to lose her heart to not one, but both of them.

In The Ghosts and Ms. Montgomery, Joanna Montgomery’s plan to renovate and sell a beautiful old antebellum mansion is thwarted by the home’s two ghosts, Trey Powell and Ford Jackson. Can they win Joanna’s heart and free themselves from a witch’s curse that has damned them to roam the halls of the mansion for all eternity?  


A Siren Erotic Romance
Elizabeth Raines is a Siren-exclusive author.
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“Hey, Jude!” Paige Brooks sang out before realizing she’d done the Beatles thing again.

A head covered with a mop of short, curly blond hair popped out of the master bedroom door. Jude Hastings yawned, probably because he’d been sleeping before his night shift. She felt terrible for waking him. But then again, he wouldn’t have responded so quickly if he’d been catching a nap. Damn if he wasn’t far too handsome for her peace of mind.

“C’mon, Paige. You know I hate it when you do that.”

“Sorry. It just slipped out. Again.” She tossed her roommate a penitent smile and a giggle from where she sat on the sofa in the great room. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

Leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb, he said, “Go ahead.”

“Have you ever used a cock ring?”

He pushed away from the frame and gaped at her with wide green eyes. “I beg your pardon?”

“A cock ring. Have you ever used a cock ring? Do they all vibrate? Are they supposed to be really tight?” She turned back to the laptop, scrolled down the page on the website, and tried not to blush at the new pictures. “How about a butt plug? Ever use a butt plug? Damn, some of those things look…huge.”

“Jesus Christ have mercy.” His rapidly approaching footsteps sounded behind her. “Why would you ask me about stuff like that?”

Rolling her eyes even though he probably couldn’t see them, she sighed. “Well, I have to ask someone.” One of the items was like a car wreck—she didn’t want to stare but simply couldn’t help herself. “Holy shit! That has to hurt like hell.”

“What hurts like hell?”

“This dildo’s twelve inches long,” she said, glancing up at Jude as he came to stand behind her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock that big.”

“Then I’ll show you mine next time I get a boner.” Jude winked before his gaze moved to her computer screen. “What exactly are you looking at?”

“A sex toy website. How do you use a penis pump? Doesn’t it hurt to have something sucking on your penis?”

“I like it when something sucks on my penis.” Mike Parker walked in from the kitchen, a dishtowel slapped over his shoulder.

She couldn’t help but admire the view.

His long black hair was windblown, some of the strands escaping the tie at the base of his neck. He was still in his running shorts and T-shirt from his afternoon jog, but at least he’d finally started cleaning up the kitchen. It was, after all, his turn. “I especially like Jude sucking on it. Of course, you can give it a try whenever you want, Paige.”

If only he weren’t teasing…

Jude laughed before he folded his arms over his broad chest and stared down at her. He was wearing the boxers with the cartoon cupids she’d given him for Valentine’s Day. She’d hoped he’d take the hint, but he’d thought she’d just bought him something cute.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady. Looking at sex toys.” He clucked his tongue at her like a scolding parent. “What would your mother say?”

She shrugged, trying not to let their joking hurt. It wasn’t as if either of the men knew how she truly felt about them. If they knew how much she adored them both, they’d probably think she was a pervert. The sex toys sure weren’t helping. “Probably the same thing she said when I moved in with you and Mike. I’m a slut.”

Jude kissed her cheek. “You’re not a slut.”

A snorted laugh slipped out. “I’m on a sex toy website, and I share an apartment with two guys.”

“Who sleep with each other, not with you,” Mike added.

Rub in it, why don’t ya?




Three people knelt on the mattress as gazes shifted. Surprisingly, Paige didn’t try to hide herself. In his experience with women, limited though it was, Mike had found them to be shy about their bodies. Even women who were perfect found some flaw they wanted to conceal. Not Paige.

She was the hottest woman he’d ever seen, and the time she spent jogging and lifting weights had yielded the benefit of a tight, fit shape that made his cock drool a few drops of pre-cum.

“Now what?” she asked. While there was no hesitation in baring herself to them, her voice quivered.

“Now,” Mike said, crawling closer, “we all find a way to make each other very, very happy.”

“Amen to that,” Jude added.

Mike wrapped his arm around her shoulders to lay her back down on the bed, and then he straddled her thighs. “So, Paige… You get to call the shots here.”


Jude flopped down beside her and rolled to his side to face her. “Because we want to make you happy.”

“Maybe I want to make you two happy too,” she said.

Mike picked up her hand and wrapped her fingers around his dick. “Trust me, sweetheart. We’re already happy.”

She stroked him, slow and easy, making a growl rise from his throat.

Jude led her other hand to his erection. “We’re ready for you, baby. Look what you do to us.”

“Not for each other?” she asked.

“That too,” Mike replied. “But there’s one thing Jude can’t give me that you can.”

Smiling up at him, she said, “Boobs, right?”

He brushed her hand away, crawled down her body, and spread her thighs. “Boobs are fine, but I want to eat your pussy.”

Paige almost came off the bed when Mike buried his face in her cunt. Oral sex had never been her favorite thing because most guys treated it like a task they had to endure or let her know they were only doing it to please her. Mike, on the other hand, hummed as though he loved the taste of her, and he sure didn’t act as if he was in a hurry.

His tongue stabbed in and out of her, sending heat fanning out from her core to her limbs. When he found her clitoris and tugged it gently with his teeth, she dug her heels into the mattress and lunged up.

Jude stretched over her torso, capturing the gasps Mike created by covering her mouth with his. His tongue thrust into her mouth as Mike extended a finger deep inside her, finding the G-spot she’d discovered was very sensitive thanks to one of her new toys.

Two men were making love to her. The sheer decadence of that was enough to lead her close to the edge of release. She’d dreamed of them for so long, and now, they were touching her, loving her. It was almost more than she could take.

Rising on his knees, Jude pulled her hand away from Mike’s hair and put it on his cock. “Touch me, Paige. Please.”

His dick was so hot, so hard. She loved the feel of the smooth skin over the firm flesh beneath. She rubbed her thumb over the crown, smearing the drops of fluid leaking from the slit. Rising on an elbow, she licked the tip, letting the salty taste of his essence play over her tongue.

Mike chose that moment to slip a second finger inside her, thrusting in and out as he mimicked the act she craved. One more suck on her clit, and she let go of Jude’s cock, fell back against the pillow, and gave in to her orgasm. Spasms racked her body, and moans bubbled from her throat, which only made Mike redouble his efforts.

After the waves of bliss subsided, she took deep breaths and tried to slow the pounding of her heart.

Mike was back on his knees and grinning at Jude. “Want to taste the sweetest pussy in the world?”






Men’s voices were approaching, which boded ill. No one had been invited to visit, and anyone venturing this far from town could only have bad intentions.

Hope hiked her skirts and hurried to her small house. She ran up the porch stairs, threw open the screen door, and grabbed her loaded shotgun where she always kept it handy. Concealing herself behind the corner of the porch, she waited to see what she faced this time.

Two men were coming down the long, dusty road. Their pace was leisurely and their manner calm. Since they were doing nothing to conceal their approach, she took a few deep breaths to ease the way her heart slammed in her rib cage. Had they been some of Driscoll’s hirelings, they would have tried to sneak up on her and catch her unawares. A damn shame the man had no idea what the word “no” meant. These men were talking and chuckling as though they hadn’t a care in the world.

She envied them.

When they drew closer, she waited to see if they’d pass her by. Not likely, considering the only place the road led was toward Hungry Horse, and that was a good ten miles north. No, anyone walking this far out was here to find her, which meant they were up to no good.

They turned down her lane, and when they were within range, she jumped out and leveled her shotgun at them. “Stop right there!”

Both men skidded to a halt so quickly their feet raised clouds of dust.

“State your business and then get the hell off my farm.”

The taller of the two pulled a funny hat from his head. His chestnut hair was far too long, touching his shoulders, but Hope found it oddly appealing. “Easy there, lassie.” He spoke with such a funny accent.

“State your business. Now.”

The second man dropped his satchel and held out his palms. “Calm down, Mrs. Adams. Father Kincaid sent us.”

She snorted at them. “I seriously doubt that.”

Had her uncle sent men to her, he surely would have written first so she wouldn’t be taken by surprise. She’d heard nothing from him since she’d begged for his help finding a man to work her farm, nor would he answer that request by sending two men. He was the only person who understood exactly how frightened she was of men, especially big, muscular men like the ones now facing her and lying right to her face.

There was only one explanation. “You stole my letter, didn’t you? Somehow you found my letter and decided to present yourselves in response. Well, you can just mosey on along now before I fill your backsides with lead. I’m not marrying anyone, and no one is getting his hands on my farm.”

When the brown-haired man reached inside his pocket, Hope growled deep in her throat and took careful aim.

His face blanched, but he plucked out a piece of folded paper and held it up with a trembling hand. “Father Kincaid sent this so you’d know we have his blessing.”

“I won’t fall for your trickery. You just want me to put down my shotgun.”

“N…no. No, ma’am. No trickery. I swear it.” He kept shooting looks at the taller man. “Say something, Alec.”

“What do ye wish me to say, Thomas?” Alec shifted his gaze to Hope. “Lassie, if ye be putting that gun down, we can talk. Father Kincaid—”

“You don’t even know Father Kincaid, do you?” Her skepticism was at an all-time high, and she refused to believe these interlopers were anything other than opportunists from Clearbrook, here to take advantage of her.

“Aye, we know the good father,” Alec replied.

“What color is his hair?” she asked, hoping to catch them in their lie.

Alec chuckled and raked his fingers through his own hair. “He doesnae have any hair.”

“He’s bald, Mrs. Adams,” Thomas said. “As bald as a head of cabbage.”

Although they’d answered correctly, she wasn’t ready to relax her vigilance. “Where was he born?”

Judging from his sigh, Alec was losing patience with her. “How would we know where he was born? He doesnae have an accent, nor does he speak of his life before coming to St. Louis.”

“He told us you’d be skeptical, but he didn’t say you’d try to kill us.” Thomas held out the paper. “If you would be so kind as to read this, you might find the answers you’re looking for.”

“Put it down on the ground and take a step back.”

“Oh, for the love of… As you wish.” Thomas held his hand out and dropped the paper.




“Ye have a verra big bed,” Alec said as he let Hope slide down his body to regain her feet. He’d expected something smaller. She slept alone now, and a mattress of this size was a luxury she’d surely had difficulty affording.

“When Billy died, I…” She sighed. “I wanted something different—a bed he’d never slept in.”

“A fresh start, aye?”

“Yes. A fresh start. Connor Kent from a few farms over helped build the frame. He doesn’t have a wife, so I did lots of mending for him in return. He asked me to marry him instead, but I declined. I stuffed the mattress myself. It didn’t cost as much as you might think. I…I’m careful with money. Everything goes back into the farm.”

Since she sounded embarrassed by the admission, Alec gave her a kiss to distract her. He ended up distracting himself. Her passionate response banished every other thought in his head.

Hope had slipped her shirt and skirt back on for the walk back to the house. Alec and Thomas had donned their breeches. Now, those garments were in the way. Alec went about the pleasant task of undressing her.

After he pulled the shirt over her head, he couldn’t resist taking one of those pert, pink nipples between his lips. She whimpered and held his head close. Thomas had stripped, and he slipped behind her. He pushed her skirt over her hips as Alec shifted his attention to her other breast.

And then Thomas lifted her into his arms. Alec used the opportunity to shed his breeches while Thomas set Hope on the bed. She scooted over to give Thomas room as he lay down beside her. Alec hurried to the other side, cocooning her between them.

“You will both sleep in here from now on,” she said. “With me.”

“Is that an order, my queen?” Alec ran his fingers down her arm, loving how his touch raised gooseflesh in its wake.

“Most definitely, sir knight,” she replied. “Now I believe I was promised something.” Her gaze shifted to Thomas. “Something about a cock and a cunt, my king?”

Alec groaned as Thomas growled. Hearing those words spilling from her mouth was erotic and stimulating enough to have fluids dripping from Alec’s cock.

“I need to prepare you first, my love,” Thomas said as his hand slipped between her thighs. “Sweet Lord, you’re already wet.”

“Is wet good?” she asked in a low voice. “I…I can’t seem to stop it.”

“’Tis good. Verra good,” Alec replied. “It means ye’re hot for us.”

As he slid first one then two fingers in and out of Hope, Thomas kissed her. Their tongues dueled, making Alec’s cock twitch at seeing the tempting exchange and hearing their moans.

Where would he fit into this intimate interlude? Images flashed through his mind as he considered positions where three people were joined and he could participate. Yet, he didn’t want them to stop pleasuring each other. They were so natural together, so beautiful. Once Hope was accustomed to him, he’d see if she would allow both of them to make love to her at the same time. Simply thinking about the feel of Thomas’s cock sliding against his own with only the thin barrier of Hope’s body between them was almost his undoing.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Thomas rolled to cover Hope. “I want to fuck you, love.”

She spread her thighs, running her hands over his shoulders as he settled himself against her. “Then fuck me, Thomas. Now.”

Alec’s heartbeat sped, his heart pounding rough and fast as he watched Thomas thrust his hard shaft deep inside Hope. The view was almost as exciting as being the one making love to her.


Wrapping his fingers around his penis, Alec stroked in rhythm with the movement of Thomas pushing into Hope. Thomas pulled back, his erection coated in her slick fluids. Then he sank back into her. Hope raised her hips and raked her nails over his skin. Alec pumped his cock harder, wishing he could be the man making love to her sweet cunt. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air, adding to the pleasure.

Waiting became impossible. Alec needed to join in. He took Hope’s hand and put it on his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, squeezing and then stroking as sweet moans fell from her mouth. Then she pumped him, matching the rhythm with Thomas’s thrusts, just as Alec had done.

Alec wanted more. He moved closer, kneeling near her face. He pushed his erection, angling it down. “Suck my cock, Hope. Please, my love.”





“She’s not like the others, Trey.” Rutherford Jackson stayed in his ethereal form, hovering over the woman sleeping on the floor of the parlor.

“Not at all like the others, Ford,” Trevor Powell III replied. His ghostly silhouette appeared at Ford’s side. “I believe this one intends to stay.”

“I agree, my love.”

Ford wasn’t sure what to think of this woman. No one had ever come to Forest Manor and actually acknowledged their existence. Not once.

But this brazen woman had marched right in and addressed Ford and the man he loved as though she could see them both. And she’d announced her intentions to own Trey’s family plantation.

They’d scared away anyone who dared to lay claim to what had belonged to the Powells since its construction right after the War Between the States. Forest Manor should only belong to another Powell.

Unfortunately, Trey had died before siring any children of his own, and the remnants of the family had scattered after his untimely death. Ford and Trey had no idea if there were even any Powells left.

“She believes in us,” Ford said. “And yet she shows no fear. All the others were so easily persuaded to leave. But this one? This one will not be easy.”

Trey’s ghostly face fixed in a frown. “We could try harder to frighten her.”

“I would hardly call slamming a door on her pretty little derriere as trying to frighten her.”

“It has worked before.”

“Not on someone like this woman,” Ford retorted. “There is something…different about her. Something I cannot seem to put my finger on.”

Trey snorted. “After seeing the way you watch her, I would venture to guess it is not your finger you wish to put on her. She is beautiful, although not a true Southern belle. Have all women grown so bold?”

“I find her a breath of fresh air.”

Trey stared at the front of Ford’s breeches. “You find her arousing.”

“My dearest Trey, you know me so well. A prick or a cunny, both give me bliss.”

“I would wager she is even more comely out of her clothes, although I long to see her in a gown, her slender neck dripping in jewels. She’d be a sight to behold.”

The woman stirred, mumbled something in her sleep, and kicked at the unusual linens in which she slept. The way she kept trying to remove it made Ford believe she was too warm in the confining…bag, for want of a better word.

Swooping down, he floated above her. She lay on her back, her face every bit as white as his own in the light of the full moon that spilled through the cracked, dirty windows. Hovering above her, he stretched out until his body was mere inches away from hers—like lovers about to come together.

The ache to take this woman into his arms and bury his cock deep inside her washed over him in relentless waves. It had been so long since he’d known the warmth of a woman’s body. The softness of her skin. The musky scent of her arousal. The pleasure of her cunt squeezing his prick snugly.

“I want her too, mon cher.”

Ford turned to see Trey sitting crossed-legged on the floor next to them.

“I am sorry, Ford. Were it not for your love for me—”

“Stop.” Ford flew to his lover and sat at his side. He longed to be able to wrap an arm around his shoulder. “I refuse to let you revisit that horrid night. What was done is done.”

“What was done keeps us trapped here. Were it not for me, you would never have perished.”

“Were it not for me, neither would you.”




Fumbling through the bag, he pulled out a black tube. Adam & Eve’s Ultimate Anal Lube. Anal? Lube? Such a product existed? He and Ford had always used spit or semen as lubrication whenever they fucked each other’s bums.

What exactly did she want to use it for since he and Ford couldn’t make love in that fashion?

Ford’s cries of orgasm drew Trey’s attention. Seeing the bliss on his face as Joanna finished him off, swallowing all the cream Ford pumped into her mouth, was nearly enough to push Trey into his own release. Swallowing hard, he strode to the couple. After tossing the lube on the quilt, he hauled her up and then kissed her hard. His tongue swept in to claim her mouth, and he loved the tangy taste of Ford’s seed that lingered.

Ford picked up the tube. “What is this?”

“It’s lube,” she replied after she ended the kiss. “I had an interesting idea.”

“Anal? You mean…for the anus?”

“Yeah, you know…” Her cheeks had flamed a vivid pink. “So it’s easier to fuck an ass.”

Trey groaned as her words made his balls ache. Every time she spoke in her brazen words, she sent his desire soaring.

“Surely you realize that Trey and I cannot…connect in such a fashion,” Ford said, his voice tinted with sadness that pierced Trey’s heart.

“Duh,” Joanna replied. “I thought you could fuck my ass instead.”

Trey had just dropped his pants when her words hit him. A gush of fluid leaked from his cock.

She smiled as she stared at his erect shaft. “You love it when I talk dirty, don’t ya, baby?”

He nodded.

“Well, then…” She wrapped her fingers around his cock, smearing his fluids with her thumb. “How about you put that amazing dick inside my cunt while Ford lubes up and fucks my ass?”

“You would allow such a thing?” Trey asked in a breathless whisper. He thrust his hips forward as she pumped her hand up and down his erection.

“I love getting a cock in the ass, especially one of yours.”

More fluid seeped from his slit.

Joanna leaned down and lapped it up. “Um…my favorite flavor. Trey cum.”

Ford scoffed in mock horror. “’Twas the same thing you told me. Were you lying, Joanna?”

“You both taste good.” She released her hold on Trey and jerked her shirt over her head. Her pert breasts were unbound, the nipples quickly hardening in invitation. The jewel that dangled from the gold navel hoop was now blue. “Look…here’s what I was thinking. You two want to fuck and can’t, right?”

Both men nodded.

“If you’re both inside me at the same time, you might be able to feel each other.”

“I beg your pardon?” Ford gave her a quizzical frown.

“There won’t be much of me between you two. Your cocks will be sliding against each other. It’s not perfect, but it’s as close as I can get you to touching each other. Don’t you think it’s worth a shot?”

Trey stepped up behind her, peeling her pants and then her panties down her sleek legs. “Damn right, we will give it a shot.” He dropped to his knees, pressing kisses against the pale, taut globes of her ass.

Ford was in front of her, and from the moans slipping from her lips, he was sucking her breasts. Her knees began to buckle, and Trey steadied her with his hands on her hips. “Easy, love…”

“Let us take this to the bed,” Ford said. He swept her into his arms as Trey hurried to follow them, ripping the quilt down so the sheets were bared.

Joanna caught the tube before it went flying off the bed. “We’ll need this.”

“Not yet,” Trey said, nudging her back against the mattress. He took the lube from her and set it aside. Then he moved between her thighs, eased them apart, and smiled. “Ah, the treasure I seek.”

Ford’s rapidly recovering cock twitched when he saw Trey bury his mouth against Joanna’s cunny. She squealed her delight, threading her fingers through his hair. He could almost taste her fluids with his own tongue. Damn, she was always so responsive, so appreciative of their attentions.

How he wished he could crawl up onto the bed, rub his erection against Trey’s backside, and then slide inside his tight hole while Trey continued to pleasure Joanna. Simply imagining how that lube would feel as he glided his cock in and out, in and out…

With a deep breath, he tried to regain some control. As it was, he was close to spending himself on the sheets like a virgin experiencing his first mating.

Joanna turned her head and smiled. Her eyes sparkled with her passion. “Join us?”

“Anything my lady asks.” Ford moved to the bed, kneeling near her head. He angled his stiff cock toward her open mouth. “Do you wish to suck me again, sweet Joanna?”

She answered him by lifting her head and taking him deep into her mouth.

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