[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, werewolves, light bondage, spanking, HEA]
When Sandy Hamilton accepts a bet to pick up the first man to walk into Milly’s Coffee Spot, she never imagines three men would walk in at the same time. Picking up one man is hard enough for Sandy, but picking up three hotter-than-hell men is going way beyond her comfort zone. But she has no choice. She has to put up or shut up if she’s ever going to get her sexpot friend to back off.
Luke Braxton, his cousin Will, and their friend, Mark Colter, recognize their future mate the first minute they set eyes on her. She’s everything they’ve dreamed of, but she’s not alone. Getting around one girlfriend is easy, but getting around her green-eyed treacherous friend puts them on guard.
Can they convince Sandy to become their mate and accept a lifetime of love and midnight runs? Or will she bolt for good?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among cousins.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
4.5 STARS: "Sandy Hamilton is a girl in desperate need of a bathroom. She and her friends Celia Ray and Daniella Monson are on their way back to college in Dallas after a staying at Daniella's family home in New Mexico for a week. Daniella finally pulls into Milly's Coffee Spot in Forever, Texas after a few snide and disparaging comments. Perhaps Sandy should have held it a bit longer when Daniella proposes a bet and goads Sandy into taking her up on it. Sandy was to seduce the very next unattached male that walked through the diner's door. Brothers Luke and Will Braxton and their cousin Mark Colter walk through the diner's double doors together in search of their mate and zero in on the table of the beautiful women who are strangers in town. Let the fun begin. Daniella is about to learn the world does not revolve around her and her father's money. When someone is out to harm their mate can the three men save her and keep her safe? More importantly can they convince her to accept them as her mates and stay when the time comes for the girls to leave town? From the moment I opened this book nearly two years ago I wanted to slap stuck-up Daniella silly. I wanted to sit down and ask what in the world funny and pleasant Celia and gentile and kind Sandy were doing with such a foul witch. Of course Ms. Jamison's very inciting description of the three cowboys would have had me at least trying to garner some of their attention, but hey, from the sounds of it there are enough good looking unattached guys available in Forever, Texas to go around. I fell in love with the true cowboy persona growing up in the wilds of south Florida farm and ranch country and have never got over it. I have also lived in the Texas valley area and visited the panhandle area and wished I had known of Forever, Texas back then. Who could have known there were so many packs of were-beings out there that were so alluring? Jane Jamison has used her fertile imagination to dream up the cozy small town of Forever as well as a bunch of diverse and interesting characters to inhabit it. She has made them multidimensional so that they do not come across as cardboard cut outs. What draws me to series books is that they revisit characters from previous books and you get to learn how their lives have changed along the way. This is the second book in Ms. Jamison's Werewolves of Forever, Texas series and it can be read as a standalone. But I recommend reading them in order to see how the stories inter-connect and the overall theme develops with each new story. I enjoyed reading this story today as much as I did when I purchased it back in 2012. Pick up a copy for your own enjoyment and fall in love with Forever and the men and women who live there yourself. It will be a visit you will want to make often so do not loose your directions as it is not listed on your GPS device." -- Delanna, Night Owl Reviews
“Oh, no you don’t. The dare’s on. The next man to walk through those doors is the man you’re going to have to seduce. If that’s even possible.” Daniella popped a piece of chicken into her mouth, never once letting her smirk die.
“Is this a bet? Or just a challenge?”
Sandy shot Celia a look of disbelief. “No one said anything about a bet. In fact, I’m willing to call this whole thing off.”
“See? I was right. You are chicken.”
Sandy’s heart pumped against her chest as she tried to find a way out of the stupid dare. Could she fake an allergic reaction to the chicken? Maybe even a heart attack? Anything to get her out of the mess she’d walked right into. But she had to do something to stop Daniella’s torment. They were friends, but Daniella had acted like a bully too many times in the past. She had to put a stop to it once and for all.
“Fine. What do you want to bet? How about if I win, you promise to do all the housework for the next month? With your own hands. Not by hiring a cleaning crew.” Sandy sat up taller, already feeling more confident just by standing up to Daniella.
“Okay. And when I win—not if—you have to promise to run naked through the front yard of Tim’s fraternity at noontime.” Daniella sported an evil grin.
Sandy’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me? No, I could never do that.”
“Then I guess I win by default.” Daniella’s crystal-blue gaze met hers.
How did Daniella always get under her skin? She’d made some crazy bets with her friend but nothing as bad as this one. Yet what could she do? According to the rules of the game, she either had to go through with the bet or default to Daniella.
She dug deep and found the irritation she’d experienced earlier. “Fine. It’s a bet.”
A silence descended on the girls as each thought about the challenge. They ate their food and kept a watchful eye on the doors.
Sandy perused the other patrons and couldn’t help but notice that most of the people appeared normal other than a few with rather long teeth. The majority of the customers sat at similar tables with usually two or three men sitting with one woman. An older trio, comprised of the woman from the bathroom and two men, shared a piece of pie at the counter.
Several minutes later and Sandy thought she might just get lucky. Lucky as in getting out of the bet. She waved to Milly then pretended to write an invisible check to get their bill. “Well, I guess the bet isn’t happening. Only one person has come through those doors, and she wasn’t my type.”
Celia giggled and downed the last of her soft drink. “How about that? You got lucky by not getting lucky.”
Daniella snatched the check away from Milly then started to dig into her purse for money. “Damn. That would’ve been a good bet, too.”
“Oh, wow. Check out who’s about to come through the front doors.”
Sandy held her breath and followed Celia’s look. A man, as gorgeous as she’d ever seen, stood by the front doors, his hand pressed against the door, ready to open it. He was every woman’s dream. Shoulder-length golden hair curled around his ears while a day’s stubble caressed his strong chin. His grin spoke of fun-filled days and seductive nights.
Sandy let out a rush of air. “But we’ve already called the bet off, right?”
“Not so fast. I haven’t paid the check yet.” Daniella shifted in her chair to get a look.
Sandy stood up and pulled Celia with her. “Let’s get going, okay? As the cowboys say, ‘Daylight’s a-burning.’ We don’t want to sit around here any longer. Come on, Daniella.”
“Uh-uh. The bet’s back on.”
“But him? He’s just so…sexy.” Way too hot. She’d never get a man like him to go for her. Not with Daniella nearby.
“He sure is.” Daniella’s awed tone matched her feeling. She shook her head. “But a bet’s a bet.”
“Come on, Daniella. Let her off the hook. You’re expecting her to jump from the minor leagues and into the majors in one bold leap.” Celia reached out to take Sandy’s hand, her eyes growing even larger.
Two men joined the blond god. They were both dark to his light, both with dark hair, but they were just as handsome as the first man. The blond had mussed hair with that just-got-out-of-bed look, as well as an easy way of moving. One of the dark-haired men had his full head of hair combed neatly, and he moved with an air of purpose. The other man had his hair spiked in the front, giving his appearance more of an edgy, rocker look. They were all sexy as hell with strong, wide shoulders and a day’s worth of growth framing their square jaws.
“She only has to choose one, right?” Celia whispered, but Sandy could hear the urgency as well as the excitement in her voice. Celia pulled Sandy back into her chair.
She nodded. “Of course. Just one. You two can have the first two picks then I’ll take whichever one is left.”
Daniella’s laugh filled the room, turning heads their way. “Not a chance. That would mean you getting my leftovers again. This time you go first, and if they all come through those doors at the same time, then you have to get all three.”
All three? She had to be joking. Even Daniella, the self-professed Pickup Queen, would have a difficult time hooking up with three men at the same time. Sandy forced her mouth closed and tried to settle her breathing. Coming on to one man was hard enough, but three? She wished she could sink through the floor.
Sandy waited along with her friends, their gazes stuck to the front doors. As if in a dream, the three men turned toward the doors and entered the diner.
She cried out when he undid her jeans and yanked them to her ankles. Kissing her breast one last time, he feathered more kisses down her stomach to tease her belly button. She looked down at him and silently urged him to keep going.
He trailed a wet path along her body until he reached the soft area above her mons. His hot breath eased through the lacy material of her thong. Pulling the thong aside, he skimmed one finger over her smooth, hairless folds then flicked his tongue over them.
Her body quivered and her legs threatened to give out. He held her up by pulling her legs toward him and supporting her thighs against his chest.
“What about the others?” Her words came out in a short blast of air.
“Don’t worry. Mark and Luke will keep the other two away for as long as they can. But they’ll want to have their time with you soon.”
His answer thrilled her more than she could ever put into words. Instead of speaking, she thrust her pelvis toward him, and he answered by sliding his tongue between her folds. Her juices exploded from her, and she loved the sounds he made as he drank her.
His tongue slid between the folds, and she let out a pure sound of arousal. One finger dipped into her wet well and massaged her already-throbbing clit.
“I can’t decide whether to finger-fuck you or eat you. So I guess I’ll do both.”
Pumping his finger into her pussy, he slid his tongue between her folds again and flicked it over her clit. Her legs gave out then, and she buckled to the ground.
Will grabbed her under her arms and carried her away from the horse over to a grassy area. His face was filled with lust, and the muscle in his jaw jerked from his need. “This isn’t over yet. When I say I want you, then I’m going to have you.”
He bent her knees, pushed her legs apart, and hooked her feet over his head to leave her jeans-bound feet locked behind his neck. Growling, he lifted her ass into the air. His dark brown eyes were flecked with bits of amber.
She should’ve been afraid or at least embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Yet still, could she let him take her out in the open? A slap on her behind had her sucking in air.
“I wish we had enough time to tie you up good. Then I’d flip you onto your knees and spank you until your sweet little ass turned pink.”
Her pussy tightened as she imagined him doing exactly that. She wanted him to tie her up and let Luke and Mark watch then trade places.
Whack! The second slap was harder than the first, sending a thrill through her.
“Tell me to eat you. You’re so wet right now I can smell your heat.” He spanked her again. “No. Don’t tell me. Beg me.”
She’d never begged a man to do anything. But with Will, she wanted to. If he didn’t suck her, she’d die of need. “Eat me. Please.”
“That’s a good girl.”
He dove between her legs and latched onto her pussy. He flattened his tongue around the delicate flesh, nibbling then sucking on her engorged clit. She bucked as the pleasurable zings raced through her body, and she lifted her pussy higher. Her pussy grew wetter, spilling her cream for him to enjoy.
He increased the movement of his finger inside her then added another. She cried out and dug her fingers into the grass. Her body tensed, readied for another release, then let her fly free.
She wouldn’t have believed she’d get finger-fucked and sucked on under trees in the middle of a pasture, but the sounds she made as Will ravished her swollen clit were real. She moaned and tried to reach for him, to take his hair and force him impossibly closer.
Instead, he jerked away from her. Grinning, he studied her, and his eyes glowed with even more amber.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Ah, now that’s a very good girl.” He lifted her legs off him and pushed her knees closer to her chest. Flattening his hand against her aching pussy, he watched her face, the lust in his driving her own need higher. All at once, he raised his hand and hit her buttocks again.
“Good. I wanted that to hurt. But you like it, don’t you, baby? If you do, then ask me to slap you again.”
“Please. Do it again.”