[Siren Allure: Erotic Cowboy Romance, with M/F/M/M, sex toys, HEA]
Abigail Carter arrives in Temptation, Texas, wondering what her recently deceased father was thinking when he left her his prized cattle ranch. Now, as the sole heir of Paradise Ranch, Abby must figure out how to manage and run the day-to-day operations.
Luckily, experienced cattle rancher Tyler Boyd steps up to help her with the assistance of his brothers, but Abby’s dreams quickly come crashing down around her as a serial killer marks her for death, stalking her at every turn.
The sexy cowboy puts aside his own safety for the alluring Abby and tries to keep her safe from the evil hunting her, but when the killer places him at the top of his hit list, everything they've come to love could end in murder.
Can the love of a strong cowboy help her discover her hidden passions and ultimately save her life?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- D Ful
Arms full of groceries, Abby strolled back to her car. The sound of crunching rocks under heavy booted feet coming from behind her had her searching for the owner of that startling sound. Two fierce hands gripped hold of her upper arms, whirling her off balance and thrusting her to the ground. The bags she’d been carrying tore, and the groceries scattered in all directions.
Moving to stand, she whimpered. Stinging pain shot up from her hands and knees. Before she could get to her feet, she was kicked in the ribs. The air rushed from her lungs. The masked man was on her before she could regain the air in her sternum to scream. Then he was hitting her again, slamming his fists into her back, stomach, and chest. She tried to block his assault, but he was too strong and fast. She fell to the ground in a heap.
Yanking her up by her hair, the masked man dragged Abby across the coarse ground toward her car. The rocks and gravel cut into the flesh of her arms and legs. She kicked wildly, trying to get free of her captive. Finding her voice, she screamed.
Suddenly, the man was no longer dragging her. Instead, he jumped on top of her, straddled her waist, and delivered several quick punches to her head and face. Dazed, she couldn’t see past the stars erupting in her eyes.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged, covering her face with her arms.
“Shut up,” he yelled, dragging her once again by her hair.
Abby wasn’t the kind of person to just give up, but she’d also never been hit in the face by a full-grown man. Her mind may have been clouded by panic, fear, and a splintering migraine, but it was also soaring with many questions. Who was this evil person dragging her to her death? What did he want from her? Why was he doing this to her?
“Hey,” shouted a deep, powerful voice.
In one moment she was released by her captive and the next she watched in absolute astonishment as his massive body was flung through the air like a rag doll. In the next instant, her rescuer was hauling her attacker up by his black shirt, wailing several quick punches into his face. Stunned, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the men as they fought.
Fists and feet punched and kicked at one another. Both large males looked as though they were trying to kill each other. Her attacker, clad in black, seemed to sneak in a couple of surprise hits, but it was her savior that had finally dealt a debilitating punch, making the man in black scurry off, disappearing into the thick blackness surrounding them.
Standing like a warrior in the glow of the store lights, her sweet salvation towered. He possessed broad, powerful shoulders and long, sculpted arms that hung at his sides. Closed fists still showed he was ready to protect her. Tight, stonewashed blue jeans magnified a butt so firm and round she felt naughty staring at a body poorly hidden by the denim fabric. In a moment where she should’ve been frightened, terrified by what she’d encountered, all she could think about was the man that had come to save her.
He knelt beside her and swept her up into his embrace. “You’re all right now,” he said as he stroked her tousled hair, combing it away from her face. “I’ve got you. He can’t hurt you now.”
A wild shiver charged up her body as he wrapped his arms around her. His brawny presence and soothing, deep voice pulled her from the trenches of her frightened psyche. She found herself nestling against him, cradling as close as she could get. The wild musk scent she discovered around his neck had her eyes opening. She had to see the face of her rescuer, had to know who had arrived like her knight in shining armor.
Weak and disoriented, she trembled as she eased back to gaze up at him. A nervous flutter sank to the pit of her stomach as she stared into brilliant, stormy, blue-gray eyes. The breathtaking cowboy seemed too much like a dream to be real. His dark brown hair dipped low into the collar of his shirt and her fingers itched to wrap around the back of his neck to feel the strands tickle her fingers. Her mouth was suddenly dry.
Holding her gaze, he said, “I’m Tyler Boyd.”
Her mouth hung open and the words she knew should be there just wouldn’t surface. Stammering, she asked, “I’m sorry, who are you?”
The delicious smile that beamed out at her had her praying that he wasn’t a figment of her imagination. “My name is Tyler. I’m assuming you are new around here since I’ve never met you before tonight.”
Nodding, she said, “Yes.”
He continued smiling, caressing the side of her face. “May I ask your name?”
Licking her lips, she felt a rush of heat fill her cheeks. “My name is Abby. Abby Blake.”
His brows narrowed. “You’re Duke Blake’s daughter?”
The way he asked the question had her curious, and the sudden connection that he knew her father had her stomach twisting to know more about him. “Yes. How did you know that?”
In that moment, Sophia stepped forward. “Tyler, maybe I should take Abby home.”
Holding Abby’s gaze a moment longer, he nodded and wrapped his arm around her, hoisting her gently to her feet. Never had the act ever felt so effortless. The power in his touch left her tingling in places that had no business tingling.
Sophia stepped up alongside her and took hold of her arm, supporting her weight the way Tyler had. The sudden absence of his warm and caring eyes left her cold and keenly aware of just how much she enjoyed being confined in his arms.
“Take care of yourself, Ms. Blake,” he said, tilting his white Stetson with his forefinger and thumb.
There was no mistaking the desire she witnessed within the depths of his eyes. His body felt so right, so perfect touching hers. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you, Abby. I can’t seem to think about anyone else, but you.”
“Oh, God,” she breathed as panic squeezed a little firmer around her stomach. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
He cupped the side of her face, while his other arm stayed securely wrapped around her waist, keeping her locked in close to him. “I dreamed about you like this, and when I saw you heading this way, I only prayed it wasn’t my imagination.”
She narrowed her eyes. Sudden warmth filled her heart. “You fantasize about me?”
He smiled softly and admitted, “Every night. I can’t get you out of my head, Abby. I want you. I want you so damn much.”
No one had ever dreamed about her before. No one had ever said the things he said to her. The tone he used truly made her want to believe he meant every word. She had a desperate need to believe him. Maybe, if he kissed her, she could feel the difference between meaning it and just another lie. She was accustomed to identifying lies. Maybe, she could allow one little, harmless kiss between them to satisfy her curiosity.
Sighing, she whispered, “Kiss me.”
Tyler’s gaze danced between her lips and eyes. His hand caressed the side of her face. Then slowly, he dipped his fingers into the damp strands of her hair and his mouth captured hers.
Instantly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck and her legs rose up to wrap around his waist. The need to keep him from breaking the kiss became more alarming than her need to breathe.
So much for a harmless kiss…
Drowning in desire, she opened for him as his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. His wild, cinnamon flavor had her tongue and lips burning for more. She was practically drinking him up.
The hand that had once cradled her face was now tenderly massaging the underside of her breast. Groaning from the possession of his mouth on hers and his hands on her body, her nipples hardened further. A wild shiver shot through her as his thumb danced over the hardened tip. Gripping her waist, he raised her out of the water enough to suckle her breasts, sucking and gently tugging at her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back, pressing her breasts out for his exploration.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, cradling him against her as his lips trailed sweet kisses over her ribs, until he closed his warm mouth over the aching peak. Tugging gently on her hard nipple with his teeth, he languidly circled his tongue around it, swirling in a tantalizing fashion. Lowering her back down into the water, he pressed kisses along the column of her neck and jaw, and then he took possession of her mouth.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in wonder.
Grinding his hips, his hard cock rubbed over her clit and her head kicked back. “Tyler,” she muttered in a daze. “What are you doing to me?”
“I thought it was obvious,” he said, groaning.
His hands were all over her body and his mouth and cock were a wicked tease of things to come. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She was prepared to erupt into a full-fledged scream as he cradled her breast with his large hand, keeping her close to him as he lowered his head and sucked her other nipple between his lips.
As if testing her, he slowly trailed his fingers down her body, between her breasts, past her ribs and belly, until his fingers pressed in between the folds of her pussy. She cried out as the thick pad of his thumb circled around her clitoris, tormenting her deliciously. The last person to touch her so intimately had been herself. Having Tyler breathing heavily into her ear as he sank two fingers inside her cunt, circling her clit, had every thought fleeing her mind in a maddening rush.
Moaning, she arched her back and slowly rocked her hips, fucking his fingers. “Oh, Tyler,” she muttered breathlessly, “that feels so good.” All she could do was feel the explosion of pleasurable sensations that flooded her body.
“I’m going to come,” she cried, gripping his arms for support.
She gave a strangled moan and was clawing up his back as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She leaned back, taking his thick fingers deeper as he moved in and out of her pussy.
Breathless and desire-drenched, she swallowed hard against the lustful needs racing through her. She forced herself to keep from reaching down, finding his cock only to impale herself on it. Admittedly, she was desperate to feel him deep inside her, but she wouldn’t be the one to hurry the passion he aroused in her. She was determined to enjoy the momentary connection they shared.
Then Tyler grabbed her ass and hauled her right up against him, grinding his hips and cock over her sensitive pussy. She gasped as he kissed along the column of her neck and collarbone. All the while, he teased at her slick entrance with his cock.
“Abby,” he moaned in her ear. “Oh, Abby, I want you so much.”
At any moment she could’ve told him to stop, but stopping wasn’t what she truly wanted. Fucking him, riding his hard cock until he made her come with her eyes rolling back in her head was exactly what she wanted. Perhaps her sexy cowboy needed a little encouragement.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispered against his ear. Her fingers tugged at the damp strands of hair at his neck as she softly nibbled on his earlobe. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She couldn’t wait any longer.