[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, werewolves, light bondage, spanking, HEA]

The Banning werewolf brothers dream of owning a ranch and finding their alpha female to complete their pack. When their dream ranch comes up for sale, Brandon, Rick, and DJ are biting at the chance to buy it. But do they have enough money to make an offer?

Heather's father, wealthy and heartless John Cumming, is selling the ranch she loves and has put her in charge of selecting the winning bid. Not wanting the Banning men to know she's the tycoon's daughter, she hides her identity and her part in the sale. But she has to wonder, will they forgive her once she tells them the truth?

Heather is the woman the Banning brothers have waited for. Yet when they find out who she really is, they wonder if they can trust her. Even if they have enough money to win the ranch, will they lose Heather once she finds out what they are?

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

A Siren Erotic Romance


Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.

Wolf Call (MFMM)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing
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4.5 STARS: "Brandon, Rick, and DJ Banning moved to Passion, Colorado from Forever, Texas. (Check out Jane Jamison's Carr Pack in her Werewolves of Forever, Texas series.) All three are presently working at the local bar (Saddles) and saving every penny to raise enough money to purchase a ranch of their very own. They left their pack in Texas and have no desire to join the local Gaston Pack in Denver. As lone wolves they are able to start up a pack of their own. Then they hear the ranch of their dreams is coming up for sale. If they could only find their destined mate their future would be perfect. Heather Cummings has been dealt a mortal blow to her relationship with her father, "Big" John Cummings. She has just been told by her father that he is selling her beloved Windy Hills Ranch and she is expected to handle it and select the winning bid. Devastated, she stops by Saddles for a drink on her way to the ranch. While there she encounters Brandon and changes the course of all their lives. Hidden identities and hidden pasts threaten the future of four hearts trying to unite into one soul. The Banning brothers are strong males with Alpha personalities. Which at times can make them arrogant and controlling, while at other times they can be ultra-protective and compassionate. Hannah is a bright, strong woman who has lived in the shadows and under the thumb of her domineering father. She is learning to assert her own independence. After a series of events each will decide for themselves if an outright lie is any less forgivable than a lie of omission. Readers will enjoy the fourth book in this compelling series. "Wolf Call" can easily be read as a standalone book. For those who have read the books from earlier in the series there is a snippet or two about characters from earlier books, but these do not lead a new reader confused about past events. New readers will want to read the previous books because of the talent of Ms. Jamison's. She can weave a story that draws a reader in and leaves the reader wanting to know more about the characters and locations. Pick up a copy of "Wolf Call" and enjoy Hannah's and the Banning brother’s story." -- Delanna, Night Owl Erotica

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Brandon felt a hand on his butt and whirled around, expecting to find someone else taking up for the two drunks. Without thinking, he let his inner wolf take over and bring out his fangs. “Look, if you know what’s good for you—”

Blue eyes in a face an angel would envy met his. He froze, unable to speak. All he could do was retract his fangs and hope she hadn’t seen them. An electric energy whipped over him, almost knocking him to his knees.

What the hell? He sucked in a breath, trying to hang on to the incredible sensation.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she shook her head. She was above average height for a woman, with the top of her head reaching the bottom of his chin. The white blouse, dark skirt, and heels she wore were out of place in Saddles and did nothing to enhance her curves, but he could still see that she had a rockin’ body. But his attraction to her was more than just sex. It was primal and instinctive, hitting him deep in his gut.

“You didn’t mean to touch my ass?” Even as the odors and sounds around him grew louder, he could feel, smell, touch the sizzle of energy coming off her body and into his. He’d never felt anything like it, and he never wanted it to stop.

She blinked then widened her eyes as though his saying the words out loud made her action even worse. “Yes. I mean, no.”

The two drunks tried to jerk out of his hold, but he tightened his grip on them. Focusing on the beautiful woman was more important than hauling their sorry asses outside. Who was she? Where had she come from? Yet he asked a different question.

“Either way is fine with me. Do you want to grab it again?”

Her mesmerizing ocean-colored eyes widened even more. “I didn’t grab it. I just…”

“You just what?” He was enjoying teasing her. Sliding his gaze down her body, he could imagine all sorts of other ways to tease her. He wanted her to touch him again. On his ass, on his back, or, better yet, on his crotch.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She lifted her hand, her fingers curved like she was holding a glass. “I may have had too much to drink. She made it the fast way.”

He’d be sure to thank whoever had made her drink. If not for that drink, he might have missed seeing her. “Stay here.”


“Stay put. I’ll be right back.” Hating like hell to leave her, he snarled and shoved the men forward. He used their bodies to barge through the exit then thrust them outside.

“Hey, man.”

“Keep out. From this minute on, you’re no longer welcome at Saddles.”

“You’re going to hear from my attorney, asshole.”

“Wow, really? Because that’s the first time I’ve ever heard that threat. Have a good night, gentlemen.”

He slammed the exit door then made sure it was locked before striding back to the place where he’d seen her. But she was gone. He gritted his teeth and fought to keep control. But after waiting so long for her, to feel that spark that werewolves felt whenever they’d met their mate, he couldn’t lose her now. If he did, his brothers would tan his hide, and he’d know they had every right to do so.

Grumbling, he checked the area around him then did the only thing he could think to do. Jumping on top of the bar, he scanned the club, searching for the beautiful woman who had grabbed his butt.

“Hey, Banning, are you going to dance or what?”

A song with a strong beat started as waitresses hopped on top of the bar and moved toward him. Their grins had him swallowing hard. No way was he joining the show.

He hated looking like a fool and bent to jump off the bar when Sugar, a favorite waitress of the club’s patrons and one of the best performers, took his hand. She kept him with her, gyrating her body in a sexual way that left nothing to the imagination.

He tugged to get his hand away, but she wouldn’t let go. Instead, she slipped her arms around him and bumped her body against his.

“Come on, Brandon. Dance with me. See? The crowd’s eating it up.”

He pried her hands away from his belt buckle and, once again, started to get off the counter. Shouts for him to stay, along with a line of customers blocking his way, kept him up there another minute too long. For one of the few times in his life, he was trapped and sweating bullets.

“Shake it, bro.” Rick, grinning from ear to ear, waved a dollar bill at him. “Move that moneymaker.”

DJ stood next to his brother, a beer raised in his hand, as he hooted and hollered, stirring the crowd into a higher frenzy. “Take it off, big guy.”

He’d get them back if it was the last thing he did. Until then, there was only one escape route. He pushed Sugar’s hands off him and pivoted, putting his back to the crowd. Before she could get hold of him again, he leapt off the counter to land behind the bar. Relief rushed through him until he noticed that his shirt hadn’t made the trip along with him.




Heather did as Rick told her to. Although the practical side of her mind shouted at her, questioning why she was letting a total stranger finger fuck her, the other side, the side that had yearned for a strong man to take her, fought back. Her need outweighed her logic. She didn’t care who saw them, didn’t care that she was late for work or even that Joe might arrive at any moment. The only thing she could think of was pleasing Rick, who, she had no doubt, would please her even more than he already was.

“Have you ever had anyone suck your juices?”

She swallowed. “Yes.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you?”


“In fact, I’ll bet that’s one of your favorite things for a man to do, isn’t it?”

He shoved his fingers into her pussy again, harder than ever before. She clenched her walls around him, determined to keep him there.

“Isn’t it, Heather?”


“Then say it. Tell me what you’d like me to do to you.”

She’d never used the phrase before, preferring to simply hope that the man would know what she wanted. “I want you to eat me.” Strangely, she didn’t feel embarrassed to say it. Rick made telling him what she wanted as comfortable as asking him to take a seat at the dinner table.

She groaned, complaining when he removed his fingers from her pussy. Wasn’t he going to give her what she’d asked for? She started to question him, hell, to beg him when she sensed him dropping to his knees behind her.

Taking her by the legs, he brought his head between them and stared up at her, the lower half of his face hidden by her belly. His eyes sparkled with flecks of amber as he pressed his mouth to her pussy.

His tongue swept over her clit then around it. A quick burst of release broke free, stunning her in its intensity. Rick’s sucking sounds grew louder as he lapped up her cream. Her legs shook, and he tightened his hold on her. She wasn’t sure how he would, but she knew he wouldn’t let her fall. Somehow, in such a short time, she’d come to trust him.

He added a hand to the delightful torture, plunging two fingers into her pussy as he sucked and nibbled on her throbbing clit. She fondled her breasts, kneading her nipples as he had done. In and out he shoved his fingers, around and around he whipped his tongue over her clit. She gave into the hot sensations pummeling through her body and shaking her legs.

He stopped too soon and yet just in time as her legs gave out. She crumpled down, and he grabbed her, bringing her to a sitting position on his lap. His cock was a hard pole pushing at her pussy.

“You’re amazing.”

The fact that she was naked outside on her father’s ranch hadn’t made her blush, but his compliment did. She darted her gaze away from his and squirmed on his lap.

“Have you ever had anyone tie you up then fuck your brains out?”

She laughed, her embarrassment gone as quickly as it had come. “What’s with all the questions?”

“I want to know what turns you on. I need to know how to please you.” He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

His words, as well as his tender touch, brought tears to her eyes, but she managed a smile anyway. She gave him a truthful answer. “You do.”

“See that nice green patch of grass over there?”

She turned in the direction of his gaze. “Yeah.”

“Go over there and lie down. Spread wide so I can see your pretty pussy.” He lifted her off him, swiping his tongue over the top of her mons, then turned her loose.

She hurried over to the spot then lay down on her back. He was right behind her and spread her legs, bending her knees.

“Damn, but that’s a beautiful sight.”

“Is it good enough to eat? Again?”

He massaged her breast as he leaned over to suck her nipple inside his mouth. He turned it loose with a pleasing popping sound.

“I’ll say it is.”

She inhaled, crossed her arms over her chest, brought her knees together, then turned to see who’d spoken. Rick sat back on his haunches and glared at DJ.

“What the hell are you doing back here?”

DJ’s hungry gaze slid over her. “If you’ll remember, you’re the one who drove us out here.”

“There are other ways of getting into town.” Rick’s answer was accented by a growl.

She watched the two of them, her shyness going away as she saw the bulge in DJ’s jeans. “Didn’t you say something about sharing with your brothers?”

She paused, shocked that she’d said the words out loud. But once she’d spoken them, she knew that’s what she wanted. She wanted both brothers at once. Just being near the two men made her feel strong and free. Free to do whatever she wanted.

Her thoughts flicked back to Saddles and the other Banning brother. Disappointment that he wasn’t there to join them hardened into a knot in her stomach. She pushed it away and focused on the men with her.

DJ’s grin said it all. He wanted to join them. Even if his cock wasn’t already straining against his jeans, she would’ve known it by his grin.



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