They stole her heart—but is that all they took?
Melinda Samson recently split with her boyfriend after he tried to muscle-in on her business, a small lingerie boutique in Moone. She believes she’s never been happier to be alone so she can focus on her business. But when two hot cowboys come to Moone, she finds her heart beating faster. Not only are they both gorgeous hunks, they are fun, kind, and respectful—and their dominant manner sets her pulse racing.
Brodie McGlynn and Callum “Cal” Kennedy had to leave their previous town–and jobs–when word got out that they were bisexual. Being ostracized by so-called friends, they found life intolerable and hit the road, finding solace in the tranquility of Moone County and the open-minded folks living there. And soon both men find themselves falling for Melinda.
Things quickly heat up between the three...until her safe is cleaned out and the stolen money is found in Cal’s belongings. But there's more keeping the guys running than their mere sexuality, and that threat endangers Melinda and the entire town.
Reader note: contains ménage elements, light BDSM, and male/male love MMF
Cal sighed as they made their way across the street to the small diner. “You wouldn’t have done that a few weeks ago, would you?” he teased.Brodie looked thoughtful for a moment. “Nope,” he admitted. “But then we weren’t living in Moone County back then, were we?”“My point exactly.” Cal gave a triumphant nod as they took their seats by the window.Cheryl was there in a flash. “What can I get you, guys?”Brodie looked up. “Just a couple of coffees please, Cheryl.”She looked pleased that he had remembered her name and blushed as she hurried off to get their order.“Think she always looks like a rabbit caught in a truck’s headlights?” Cal mused as they watched her go.“Probably. Now Melinda’s a horse of a different color if you ask me.”“Hmm, I reckon you might be right there, buddy. That girl had heaps of confidence. Though her whole demeanor seemed to change as soon as she saw us, didn’t it?” Cal grinned.Brodie nodded. “Did you catch sight of her kneeling in front of me?” His eyes looked a little dreamy as he spoke.“Did I ever? The most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life,” Cal agreed.“That girl is definitely a submissive. Even called me ‘Sir,’” Brodie went on.“Hmm, maybe that’s because you were a customer in her shop?” Cal pouted.“Nah. I think it was more than that.”“Your coffees, guys.” Cheryl returned and placed their drinks in front of them.“Thank you, ma’am.” Cal nodded politely and she scampered off.“Now that’s a submissive.” Cal indicated her with his head.“No doubt about that one.”“Isn’t it funny how the people around here are so…open?” Cal shook his head in awe.“Yeah, I know what you mean. You can tell a sub a mile off down here. Back at Ratton it was all down to guesswork and intuition. Even figuring out the gays from the straights was a lottery. Here the folks don’t seem to mind either way. It’s nice that we can just be ourselves without anyone looking sideways.” He reached a hand over the table, and Cal relished the feel of his lover’s skin against his.“That’s something else you wouldn’t have done back at Ratton County,” he murmured.Brodie laughed. “OK, I get it. You were right to move us all the way out here.” Cal watched his eyes flash as he laughed and couldn’t help chuckling back. It was good to see Brodie laughing again. In fact, he couldn’t remember ever seeing him as relaxed as he was now they had moved to Moone County and the Freemont Ranch. He silently congratulated himself for finding them both jobs here. It was great to live in an area where everyone accepted everyone else without judgment or prejudice, and brilliant that their new bosses were bisexual and in a ménage relationship. When he had first met Travis Beaumont, he’d had no idea of his sexuality or lifestyle, not that it mattered, but now that they were here, and all that had come to light, he couldn’t be happier.Cal had been worried lately that he and Brodie were going to split up because nothing seemed to be going right with them. They had been together for a few years, but they’d had to keep their relationship under wraps for most of that time for fear of being ridiculed and ostracized. They had been really careful about showing their feelings in public, and it was only that one drunken party which had put the kibosh on all their efforts.“You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?” Brodie caressed his hand, and he knew his lover had picked up on his vibe, as usual. It was hard to hide anything from Brodie McGlynn.“Yup. I just wish…”“That I’d kept my big mouth shut?” Brodie smiled ruefully.“It wasn’t your fault.”“It was. I’d had too much to drink, and I blurted it out to Stacey Turner. We’d been wrong about her all along; she wasn’t as open-minded as she made out. Certainly wasn’t into a ménage relationship like we’d hoped.”Cal knew his friend had kicked himself every day since he’d gotten drunk and asked Stacey how she would feel about a relationship with them. Until then, Stacey had been a great friend and seemed to love hanging out with them. They had spent months flirting with her, though they hadn’t actually admitted to being bisexual.“She still didn’t have to go and tell everyone we were freaks,” Cal reminded him. “A simple ‘no thank you’ would have sufficed. All that other stuff was just plain mean.”“And dangerous. I should never have…”“Forget it, buddy. It happened. We found new jobs, and now look at us—in a safe place with great people and more money. You did us a favor!” Cal caressed his partner’s hand reassuringly.Brodie smiled before taking a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, maybe I did,” he said, stroking his beard thoughtfully.Cal rolled his eyes. “I was afraid you might choke on all that humble pie for a second there, bud. How wrong was I?”“Hey now, this is me you’re talking to, right?”Cal shook his head, giggling. “You’re right. I should have known better.”They finished their coffees and clambered into the beat-up truck.“Don’t think this old thing’s gonna last much longer.” Cal sniggered as he patted the dash.The engine had coughed and spluttered all the way up the mountain track that led to the ranch where they lived and worked.“Don’t you let her hear you talking like that,” Brodie warned, stroking the steering wheel while he drove.“We’ll soon be able to afford a new one on these wages.” Cal grinned proudly.“Yep. She’s served us well, though, all these years.” Brodie nodded.“Good thing we were in her when Stacey decided to wreck our stuff,” Cal said ruefully.“True. I didn’t mind her smashing up our place and cutting up our clothes, but I would’ve died if she’d attacked old Betsy.”Cal shook his head. Brodie had owned the old truck since before they met and was very fond of the heap of junk. He’d sold his own car, a rather rusty cabriolet, to pay the fine for the damage Stacey had caused in their rented apartment and for the gas to get the hell out of town. That girl had sure caused them some trouble! They lost their home, their jobs, everything except the clothes they were standing in after she decided to launch her smear campaign against them. It was odd, as he had always gotten the impression she liked them up until then. OK, so Brodie might have timed his proposal a little better—like when they were all sober—but even so, her reaction had been rather extreme.“And cutting the crotch out of all our leathers was just plain cruel,” Brodie went on.“Nothing we couldn’t replace,” Cal reminded him as they pulled up outside the bunkhouse. It was unusual for Cal to look on the bright side; maybe this place was doing him some good, too.“Hmm, it was rather fun, too, wasn’t it?” Brodie chuckled, obviously recalling their visit to the tiny boutique.“You found the place all right, then?” Travis sauntered toward them as they clambered out of the truck, Cal clutching their bags.“Yeah, no problems. Got some great-looking gear in there. I was surprised seeing as it’s so out of the way, too. Not what I’d expect to find in a place like this at all,” Cal replied.“Melinda’s spent a few years working in that shop, finding out just what the folks around here need. Until recently, she sold mainly lingerie. With Ty’s just down the street, she’s ideally situated to cater for all the fetwear, as well as other stuff. That girl really did her homework before buying that business, and good for her.” Travis nodded.“Beautiful girl, too,” Brodie interjected, walking around from the other side of the truck.“And available.” Travis informed them with a knowing look.Brodie cocked his eyebrow. “Not for long.”