Riding the Circuit (MFM)

Rodeo Riders 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 40,379
22 Ratings (4.1)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, bondage, spanking, public exhibition]

Professional rodeo cowboys and Special Forces Reservists Riley Backstrom and Jonah Yates never figured on spending their spare time guarding a rodeo queen, especially not feisty, headstrong Mitzi Garrison. Believing her stalker is harmless, even fictional, Mitzi resents her father hiring bodyguards. She doesn’t want the two cowboys underfoot, especially Riley, as they have a history. But history or not, Mitzi can’t resist either man and soon becomes involved with both hot cowboys at the same time. Despite giving them her body, she refuses to give them her cooperation when it comes to guarding her—until one night the danger presented by her stalker becomes a reality.

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

A Siren Erotic Romance


Riding the Circuit (MFM)
22 Ratings (4.1)

Riding the Circuit (MFM)

Rodeo Riders 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 40,379
22 Ratings (4.1)
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4 STARS: "Exciting, hot read with characters you grow to love. Riley Backstrom and Jonah Yates are rodeo partners that have been hired to "babysit" the rodeo queen Mitzi Garrison and protect her from a stalker. Mitzi feels the threat is bogus and lets it be known that she is not going to put up with being babysat by these two men. But when the threat turns real, she finds herself in the arms of not one but both of these hot cowboys. RIDING THE CIRCUIT is a very good book. The characters were well rounded and believable. The plot was very good and read really smooth. I was pleasantly surprised when I found out who the stalker was. It was definitely not who I expected and that was very nice for a change. I liked the little bit of suspense even though the stalker wasn't the main focus of the story. The main focus of the story was the relationship between the three characters. Mitzi and Jonah quickly develop a heated relationship and Riley doesn't hesitate to join in. I would definitely recommend this book to someone who is looking for a hot menage a trois read." -- Leagh, The Romance Reviews

4 NYMPHS: "The first book of the Rodeo Riders series, Riding the Circuit gives a small look at behind the scenes rivalries, rumors and summer flings during the rodeo season. Both men reluctantly accept the task of guarding Mitzi because the money they will earn will let them implement their plans of owning their own ranch. The relationship between Mitzi, Riley and Jonah is hot. The author did a credible job of showing how families perceive various issues and how it affects the children even when they are adults. There were a few secondary characters that you know are going to show up in later books, especially Mitzi's friend. I did keep hoping Mitzi's stalker was not who I thought it was, but even though I guessed, the end result could have caused a confrontation in any family. One lesson that the author conveyed very well was that you cannot live your life on someone else's terms. I am looking forward to reading the next book in the series." -- Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

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“A rodeo queen? You want us to fucking babysit a rodeo queen?” Riley Backstrom shook his dark head in amazement. He rocked back on the worn heels of his cowboy boots and speared the man behind the desk with his patent intimidating glare.

“Just for a few months.” Lee Bristol ran a nervous hand along the edge of his scarred oak desk.

“No. Effing. Way. The US Army didn’t spend hundreds of thousands of dollars training us for this.” Riley crossed his arms over his chest. He ground his teeth together and braced himself for the hard sell to come.

“Her daddy is the North American Rodeo Association’s biggest sponsor. We can’t afford to lose his sponsorship money. It’s a favor, payback for all the bucks his family’s poured into the rodeo over theyears.” Lee, the president of the association, looked to Riley’s buddy, Jonah Yates, for a little help. “Jonah, can’t you talk some sense into him? I need you two to guard Mitzi Garrison.”

Jonah had perfected his laid-back, country-boy charm. Yet, at the mention of a certain rodeo queen’s name, his laughing blue eyes turned to ice faster than a top roping horse charged out of the box.

“No can do. There’s no sense in what you’re askin’ us.” Jonah’s good-ol’-boy Oklahoma accent got stronger when he was on the verge of digging in his heels. He shoved a hand through his unruly brown hair, which was badly in need of a pair of scissors.

Riley vigorously nodded his agreement. “Damn straight. Garrison can afford to hire a professional bodyguard. Besides, we’re talking Mitzi Garrison. I don’t want a thing to do with that she-devil. I’ve been down that path.” No way in hell would he do this for anyone, and especially not for her. He glanced again at his buddy, who was regarding him with open curiosity. Riley turned away. He fisted his hands and braced his legs, preparing for battle, physical and emotional.

“She refuses to accept a professional bodyguard.”

“Not our problem.”

“Ah, but it is. Her father wants you two, and he’s used to getting what he wants.”

Riley couldn’t argue that point. Garrison’s tenacity and ruthlessness were as legendary as his devotion to his only daughter.

“Why us?” Jonah kept glancing at his buddy. Riley knew he’d aroused his suspicions.

“Your background in Special Forces, the fact that you already travel the circuit.”

“We’re reservists.” Jonah plucked a mint from the bowl on the desk and sucked noisily on it.

“You go through the same training as any Special Forces soldier.”

“Yeah, so?” Riley started backing toward the door. “Not interested.” He scowled and pinned the man with his best “go to hell” expression.

He had to give the NARA president credit. Lee wasn’t giving up. Not yet. The man held his ground. “She’s in danger, being stalked by an unstable admirer. If this nutcase causes an incident—”

“I don’t buy that. Have you met her? I pity any man who crosses that one. She’s headstrong and spoiled rotten. No way am I spending even a minute in her company.” Riley snorted his disdain. One second in that barracuda’s company would be one second too long.

“She’s a piece of work, that one. Sorry, no deal.” Jonah backed up his buddy like he’d been doing for years. Riley relaxed a little.

Besides, the complaints were accurate, as Riley knew all too well. Mitzi Garrison had bigger balls than most men, an iron will, a wild streak a Texas mile long, and one hell of an opinion on anything and everything. The good lord had disguised it all behind a deceptively sweet face and a body lingerie models would kill for. She’d fooled more than one man on the circuit and left a trail of broken hearts trampled under her lethal red cowboy boots.

The association president lowered his voice and leaned forward. “There’s money in it for you. A lot.”

Jonah hesitated and took the bait. “Money? Since when does the NARA pay for bodyguards?”

“They don’t. Garrison is paying.”

Riley shot a quick look at Jonah. His buddy’s eyes narrowed as he calculated the monetary value of dogging that redheaded ballbuster. “How much?” Jonah stifled a yawn, but he didn’t fool Riley. Shit, Jonah was caving.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars and your expenses.” Lee leaned forward. “Including your entry fees.”

“No shit? Just to watch a rodeo queen? For how long?” Jonah ignored the warning glare Riley shot him.

The next few months while she travels the rodeo circuit. I’ll give you a list so you make sure you compete in the same ones.”

“Sorry, not worth it.” Riley spoke for both of them and reached for the doorknob.

“Wait.” Jonah grabbed his arm. “Let’s discuss this first.” He nodded at Lee. “Give us a few minutes.”

The man stood. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be in the next room.”

Riley sighed. He’d meant what he said. He didn’t want anything to do with Mitzi “Wildfire” Garrison or her powerful father. Unfortunately, it looked like this wasn’t going to be his day, and the next several weren’t looking so hot either.




 “Hot damn, if you don’t have the prettiest tits west of the Mississippi.” With his free hand, Jonah fingered the small gold bar piercing each nipple. He squeezed her breasts, surprised to find they were real after all, not silicone.

He pushed away the guilt. Riley had told him it was okay even though Jonah didn’t believe it for a second. But still, his buddy had said the words. And maybe, just maybe, this might be the start of something more—unusual. It’d been a long time since Jonah and Riley had run across a woman they both desired. A long time since they’d shared a female’s body together. Jonah groaned just thinking about it. No, this didn’t have to be a choice between Riley and him. Not by a long shot. Tonight, though, he’d lay the groundwork.

He didn’t expect Mitzi to be a virgin, not with that body and that face and that reputation. Yet, he wanted to be special, unique, the guy who stood out among all the others. He didn’t want to think about how many guys she’d fucked. He hadn’t a clue if he was one of a few or one of many. If rumors held true, she’d most likely lost count. It didn’t matter. Tonight, he was the lucky one, and by the time he finished with her, she’d forget there’d been any others before him.

Holding her waist, he turned them both around so his butt and shoulders rested against the rail fence of the deserted corral.

Mitzi undid his big-ass belt buckle with deft fingers and no fumbling, like a woman who’d done it a hundred times before. Without hesitation, she unzipped his zipper and pushed his jeans past his hips. Gravity slid them down his thighs until they pooled around his cowboy boots and effectively hobbled him. Not that he planned on trying to escape.

She sank to her knees in front of him, unmindful of the dew on the grass beneath her. Gazing up at him, her half-lidded eyes mirrored his own as lust rumbled through his body. Grasping the waistband on his boxer briefs, she pulled them down and set his cock free.

Licking her lips, she wrapped her fingers around his long, hard dick and ran them up and down his length. He groaned and held onto the fence rail to support most of his weight. His legs sure as hell weren’t doing their job.

“You’re impressive.”

“Darlin’, I’m a pleasure machine, and tonight you’re the lucky operator.”

Her tongue slid across the tip of his cock. It jerked in response, and even his balls twitched. Her fingers circled his base and tightened the pressure. Her wicked mouth with those full, pouting lips opened on him. The tip of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He fisted one hand in the back of her hair and pushed further inside her wet, hot mouth. As if greedy for more of his meat, she took him deeper. His cock hitthe back of her throat. She pulled back then went down on him again with incredible enthusiasm for her job.

“Awww, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Take me deeper, sweetheart.”

She got a little further, gagged, and pulled back, panting.

“You’re hung like a bull.” Mitzi rocked back on her heels and gazed up at him.

“That’s what all the girls say, darlin’.” He grinned. “Tonight your cunt and that gorgeous ass are mine.” He put his hand on the back of her head and applied pressure. “Why don’t you and my boy get better acquainted?”

She didn’t resist the pressure. ne hand grasped the base of his cock. Her bright red lips opened to cover the tip. Her tongue toyed with the bulbous head, while she applied just the right amount of suction. He liked deep-throat action, the feel of his cock sliding across a woman’s tongue, forcing its way down her throat even as her throat muscles constricted around him.

“Take me deep.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glowing with passion and hot with need. He didn’t wait for an invitation, but pushed forward, holding her head. She opened her mouth wide. He pressed his cock to the back of her throat. To her credit, she didn’t gag. Yet. The lady had done this before, but he doubted it’d been with a cock the length and breadth of his. Withdrawing so only the head of his penis was in her mouth, he advanced again. She angled her head, and he pushed past her throat.

His cock in her warm, wet mouth was the thing of dreams. Hell, he’d trade championship buckle for her brand of rodeo. She drew back then went at him again. A woman on a mission, and damn did he love being her mission. She opened wide and went down on him. Slurping noisily, she sucked his dick deeper. He helped her out and fucked her until his cock penetrated her throat, and her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held her in that position for a few seconds then allowed her to surface for air. She gasped, her jaw slack. Saliva slid down her chin. Taking a deep breath, she went after him again.

He fucked her face harder, every stroke taking maximum depth until he couldn’t take it anymore. Either come in her mouth or get out now while he could and plant his dick in her hot pussy. She bitched when he withdrew a final time.

“What the hell. I’m not done with your cock, cowboy.”

Glancing around, he didn’t see a soul. “Honey, I’m not done with you either. I just need a change in venue.”

She licked her lips. Anticipation lit up her sexy eyes. “Fuck me.”

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