Her legs can run, but her heart can’t hide.
While on the run from a violent ex-boyfriend, Brooke finds herself being looked after by Travis and Kent, two gorgeous bi-sexual cowboys. While every instinct she has tells her to keep running, the pull that these men have on her is so strong that she hesitates...and gives in. For now.
Travis Beaumont and Kent Freeman enjoy a loving relationship on Moone Mountain. But when Travis rescues the beautiful young Brooke Adams, both men end up falling for her. They’ve almost given up on their dream of adding a submissive girl to their “family” to make a ménage relationship. However, she refuses to tell them much about herself, although her nightmares and scars are a sure indication that the girl’s in big trouble.
When Brooke’s ex catches up with her, he’s intent on wreaking revenge. Can the love of her two cowboys give her the strength necessary to overcome his torment? And can the skill and courage of the two men lead them to save her before it is too late?
Reader Discretion: Contains BDSM elements and male/male love
Deputy Freeman pulled his dusty SUV into the garage outside the Freemont Ranch house and sighed. He grabbed his hat from the passenger seat, and slammed the car door with the finality of a kid at the beginning of summer break.Travis Beaumont strode toward him, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps and mud on his chin. “There’s a storm brewing!”“Not my problem. I’ll be holed up in front of that fire with a whiskey by the time the heavens open.” The deputy looked at the blackening sky, shook his fair head, and headed for the house.Travis sniggered. He knew his partner was tired after a couple of particularly grueling weeks on the job and was glad he had decided to take some time off. Although he still had the ranch to run, he was looking forward to having Kent Freeman around for a while. A sudden flash of lightning lit up the whole of Moone Mountain, and Travis stopped in his tracks. He had intended to go inside and greet his boyfriend properly but thought better of it. The horses might have been spooked by the weather.He hadn’t reached the stables before he heard the loud thudding of hooves. He recognized the black horse that shot out of the forest to the side of the ranch. Blackie was one of the stable owner’s best. And he was wearing a saddle.“Kent, get out here!” Travis ran over to the skittish horse, slowing his pace as he neared him. He spoke softly to the large beast, which reared slightly and then calmed a little. Travis grabbed hold of the reins and patted its sweaty flank.He walked the horse to the stable.“What’s up?” Kent had evidently already stripped for his shower and stood on the front porch in nothing but a small towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Travis’s mouth watered at the sight as he walked past. Kent’s hair looked golden in the evening sun, and his herculean chest rippled as he leaned over the balustrade. His big, green eyes twinkled, despite his tiredness, and his perfect teeth gleamed in his handsome, tanned face. He must have caught the look Travis gave him, because he grinned salaciously.“Blackie just came out of the forest,” Travis called over to him. “He’s saddled up. Wanna call to see if he’s lost a rider?”The deputy didn’t need asking twice. He shot back inside the house to call the owner of the local riding stables, Fred Hammond.Travis had settled Blackie in the stall and saddled his own horse, Mustard, by the time Kent came out with the news. “There was a young girl, Caucasian, midtwenties, name’s Brooke Adams. A competent rider, Fred reckons, so he let her take Blackie out for a couple of hours.”“Brooke Adams? I don’t know the name.” Travis frowned. He and Kent knew the names of everyone in Moone County, especially the women.“You need me to come?” Kent was still wrapped in the towel, looking up at the cowboy mounted up and ready to go.“No, you stay here in case she shows up. I’ll take a look around.” Travis winked at his partner as he rode Mustard toward the forest.A roar of thunder warned him it wouldn’t be long before the inevitable deluge. Mustard slowed down when they reached the edge of the dark woodland, and they made for the track most of Fred’s riders used. It was unusual for him to let someone take one of his horses unaccompanied, so this girl must be a really good rider. Plus, Blackie was a powerful beast. Fred wouldn’t let a real beginner ride him.As they ventured deeper into the undergrowth, it got harder to see. Travis knocked his hat up his forehead to peer around the trees. Up ahead the path rose steeply, leaving a deep ravine to either side. He frowned, hoping that wasn’t where the horse had lost his rider. It would be just his luck to be sliding down there when the rain started to fall. Fuck! If it wasn’t for bad luck, this cowboy would have no luck at all. He could see something blue about halfway down the incline. He stopped Mustard on the muddy track, slipped off and went to inspect the situation, just as it got even worse. The rain started. Great.He could see a mass of blonde hair on the girl who lay next to a rock partway down the gully. It wasn’t too steep, so he took the chance and began to climb down. Big spots of rain pelted him like bullets, mocking his efforts. He gritted his teeth. If he could get to her before it became too sodden, he’d have a good chance of getting them both back up. His foot slid on some loose rock, and he cursed. He had to remove his gloves to get a good grip on the boulders on the way down the valley, but he eventually reached the spot where the girl in blue jeans and a once-white shirt lay sprawled face down in the mud.“Can you hear me, darlin’?” He carefully held her face and winced at the amount of blood that poured from a wound on her forehead. The rock had broken her fall, but at what cost? She was totally unresponsive. He quickly checked her out for broken bones before hoisting her up in his muscular arms. She was a soft handful and very comfortable to hold on to.Travis shook his head as the rain dripped off his hat, and attempted the climb back up. He’d grown up around here, and was well-used to scrabbling about in the mud. It was a little harder with a full-grown woman in your arms, though. He grappled at the roots that wound around some of the boulders, and used the rocks for support as he fought against the driving rain to reach the track at the top of the ravine.“Good boy, Mustard,” he soothed his horse before hoisting himself and the sleeping beauty into the saddle. Holding her tight in one arm, he used the other to steer the reins. Mustard went steadily along the muddy paths and down the track. The storm rumbled on, and the rain assaulted them as they fought their way home.“I was getting worried.” Kent was waiting for them when they arrived at the stable. He’d evidently managed a quick wash and put on some fresh jeans. He looked gorgeous. He’d already tended to Blackie. He took the girl from Travis’s arms, enabling the cowboy to easily slide out of the saddle and tend his horse before following them inside.“The storm’s getting worse,” Travis said as they made it to the front door. “I found her partway down the ravine. Looks like she hit her head on the rock which stopped her fall.”“We won’t get the doc out in this weather.” Kent frowned as he carried her down the corridor that led to the bedrooms. It was a large house, originally built for a family. Now that the boys lived there, it had a few alterations. A different type of playroom, for one. Kent carried her into a large bedroom at the bottom of the hallway. He frowned as he looked at the white bedspread, then back at the heap of mud in his arms.“Can we take her clothes off?” Travis asked doubtfully.“I think we’ll have to. She’s soaked through. We can’t put her to bed like this.”While Kent continued to hold her, Travis first removed her muddy Justin Ropers, then her soaking-wet socks. He prayed she wouldn’t wake up to find him removing her jeans. His hands shook as he undid her shirt. She stirred slightly in Kent’s arms and Travis froze.“Leave it on for now,” Kent whispered, obviously not wanting to disturb or frighten the poor girl.Travis placed a towel on the pillow before Kent laid her down in the fluffy, white bed. With a soft, wet cloth, Travis wiped the mess from her face. He smiled as he revealed a very attractive young girl.“That’s quite a deep gash,” Kent remarked as he reappeared with the first aid kit. Travis dabbed the wound with some soft gauze. Kent handed over a large dressing, and Travis soon had it covered.“You’ve got to admit she’s real pretty.” Travis smiled.“Forget it, bro.”“You don’t know,” Travis retaliated with a frown.“She’s either spoken for or she wouldn’t be interested in what we’re offering.”“I don’t see a ring.” Travis smirked.“That don’t mean a thing.” Kent left to return the first aid kit.His partner sighed. Kent had really liked Kathy. He hadn’t let anyone new get close to him for more than a night or two since she left.Travis dimmed the lights, leaving the room in a yellowish glow. The walls were painted a pale primrose, and the floral curtains enclosed the bedroom in a warm radiance. The storm continued to rage outside the window, but the house was snug and warm.“I’ll sit with her awhile,” Travis called.He thought he heard a reply from Kent, who sounded as though he was down the hall. Settling in the chair beside the bed, Travis sighed and closed his eyes.A few minutes later, Kent was back. “I’ve put a pie in the oven.”“Thanks, Mom.” He opened his eyes, grinning mischievously.Kent snorted. “And you’d better get out of those wet things.” His voice was deep and masterful.Travis chuckled. “You offering to help with that?” He cocked an eyebrow at his partner.“Hell, yeah.” Kent took Travis’s arm and hauled him out of the room. They left the door open just in case Brooke should wake, and headed down the hall to another large bedroom.