The Bride Bargain (MFM)

Brides of Bachelor Bay 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 47,855
14 Ratings (4.3)

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys]

When town gossip Lucy Riley demands to be released from her contract if the Gallaghers cannot find her a suitable husband, she never expects the temporary agreement to include two reluctant loggers with an agenda of their own. She sets her sights on softening their rough ways and educating their minds but soon comes to realize it’s not their minds she desires.

Tate and Jason McTaggert strike a bargain for their dream house. All they have to do is live with Lucy Riley for one month. Lucy can’t sing, cook, or shut her mouth. Her bossy demeanor and adventurous streak drive the men crazy, and they vow to tame her in and out of the bedroom.

Falling in love was never part of the bargain, but sometimes love has a mind of its own.

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

A Siren Erotic Romance


Sofia Hunt is a Siren-exclusive author.

The Bride Bargain (MFM)
14 Ratings (4.3)

The Bride Bargain (MFM)

Brides of Bachelor Bay 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 47,855
14 Ratings (4.3)
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Cover Art by Les Byerley

This series gets better n better.
Barefoot Okie
A somewhat different kind of romance in that the heroine is a really nice lady with some glaring problems--she can't cook, she really can't sing, and she gossips a great deal. The problem is that she is totally unaware of her glaring faults and also has a list of all the proper qualities she wants in a husband. One of the last of the women in the current "shipment" of brides on one of the bride's trains, she is nearly at the end of her contract and the contracting parties will have to pay her way home, find her a "situation" or reimburse for keeping her with room and board. So two brothers are convinced it would be in their best interest to "marry" her just for one month, when an annulment can be obtained if the marriage is not consummated. It is the sort of romance that seems to be without any real solution as the heroine continues to persist in her habits of gossiping, nearly poisoning those who eat her cooking--not really, but it seems that way--and torturing everyone who attends church with her singing. In addition, there are some political ramifications to the brothers' situation, some social consequences to the gossiping, and some heartbreak possibly in store for all the main characters. Well written and a story that will hold the reader's interest from the start. Even though it is fiction, it is based on a time in America's historical development of the West and will please those who enjoy historical romance.
Dr. J
Professional Reviews

RECOMMENDED READ: "Lucy Riley has always been lead to believe that she is a perfect gentlewoman, excellent cook, with the voice of a lark. Unfortunately much of this isn’t something the folks of Bachelor Bay would agree with. They know her as a gossiping shrew. But, when she insists on being released from her contract the Gallaghers (who paid the way for all the brides to travel to the west coast) decide they will have her partake of a temporary agreement before they will release her. She is to move in and help two loggers, who the Gallagers secretly think will be perfect matches for Lucy. Tate and Jason can’t believe they are going to be living with Lucy. She can’t sing, cook or even stop bossing them around. But the two will do almost anything to be able to have their dream house. All they have to go to get it is to live with Lucy for a month. What the three never expect is to be drawn to each other, or to fall in love. But, then again love doesn’t always follow the best laid plans. The Bride Bargain is an entertaining and extremely humorous edition to the Brides of Bachelor Bay Series. There was a lot of turmoil and complex personal growth within the story, that makes me smile when I think of The Bride Bargain. I hope to see more in this series in the future as the authors who have contributed to it have done well with the continuity." -- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed

5 HEARTS: "Lucy Riley wants to be released from her contract with the Gallagher's since they can't seem to find a suitable husband for her to honor her bride agreement. But the Gallagher's have a proposition for Lucy that includes loggers, Tate and Jason McTaggert and a trial marriage of one month. The McTaggert brothers have an agenda of their own. By marrying Lucy they receive their dream home and their freedom after a month. Tate and Jason think it will be easy after all Lucy can't sing, can't cook, she's bossy and can't keep a secret if her life depended on it. Nope they are as incompatible as three people can be. Now if Tate and Jason could just keep their hands off of Lucy's luscious body and her adventurous desires at bay the brothers won't have any trouble holding up their end of the bargain, like that's going to happen! Author Sofia Hunt has another winner on her hands and an engaging addition to the enchanting series with The Bride Bargain. Ms. Hunt displays her deliciously wicked sense of humor, captivating her audience with this delightfully romantically and pull-at-the-heartstrings rendered story filled with a wonderful cast of characters that romp through the pages entertaining the reader. Although the beginning might seem a little bit long, it's all a necessary part of the plot to set-up the characters as well as the action. The highly-charged and wild ride full of passion, growth, and love and action-packed outrageous interaction between Lucy and her men will have the reader glued to the pages. The sassy and sharp dialogue superbly enhances the characters as well as the plot. Tate, Lucy and Jason are complex, strong and riveting characters that are so well developed that the reader can't help but feel as if they know them well. Readers will enjoy the insight and humor created by the secondary characters. The naughty and sexy loving between Lucy and her men heats up the pages while it produces tender and loving touches that affect the heart. The ending is pure romance with heart! Truly spellbinding!" -- Shannon, The Romance Studio

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Tate McTaggert would never be late for church again.

Whenever Lucy Riley was scheduled to sing a solo, the back of the church filled up fast. The farther away, the better for a person’s ears. Forced to sit in the front row, Tate paid the price for his tardiness.

Turning slightly, he aimed his best “you’re in deep shit” expression at his brother in the back row. Except Jason didn’t notice in the least. His younger brother by three years had commandeered a seat next to the most sought-after single woman in town. No way would Jason move to the front just to suffer with his brother. Who said blood was thicker than water?

Tate forced a pleasant expression on his face as Lucy belted out an unrecognizable hymn, which could have been “The Old Rugged Cross”, or “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Damned if he knew. Resigned to his fate, Tate rubbed the scar on his face, which itched whenever it was about to rain, which was often.

Reverend Reece stood behind his pulpit, a heavenly smile on his face, as if listening to the voice of an angel, not the destroyer of eardrums. Rumor had it the man stuffed his ears with cotton whenever Lucy sang. Tate would’ve given his left nut for some cotton right about now.

He resisted the urge to stick his fingers in his ears. Unfortunately, his saint of a grandmother taught him to treat a lady with respect. Lucy was a lady, despite her gossiping and abominable voice. She didn’t swear, drink, or smoke, and certainly was as pure as the virgin snow on Mt. Rainier, which constituted a lady in his book. Hell, she didn’t even need to possess those qualities to be considered a lady in these parts.

Despite her atrocious voice, Lucy had all the right parts to be considered attractive as far as he was concerned. Tate eyed the lush fullness of her breasts, liking the extra softness that filled out Lucy’s curves. She might not turn too many heads, but she turned Tate’s. He liked his women sturdy and resilient, not willowy and fragile.

Staring too long at Lucy, Tate grunted as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Tate sighed. He’d never be more to her than an occasional dance partner. While they’d enjoyed a casual acquaintance, her actions made it clear he didn’t suit her needs as a marriage prospect. Not that he’d ever propose. He’d been down that painful road before.

It didn’t matter. No decent woman would have him with the ugly scar marring his once-handsome face. Instead, they cringed at the sight of him. He knew his face scared people, except for his logging crew. They respected him, and his disfigurement actually added to their awe. His refusal to talk about the incident cast a certain air of dangerous mystery, which further kept the men in line.

His lumberjacks dismissed the jagged scar starting above his left ear and zigzagging across his cheek and under his chin. Women did not. And vain as it might sound, Tate hadn’t gotten beyond it either. He’d spent the better part of his twenty-eight years enjoying the benefits of being a handsome man. He’d spent the last three repulsing, rather than attracting, beautiful women. A weaker man might wallow in self-pity, but Tate wasn’t a weak man. Maybe his ego suffered, and his dreams of a family faded, but he still had his work.

Tate looked up when Lucy hit a particularly earsplitting note. Tipped back on her heels, Lucy flung her arms wide and thrust her chest forward. She belted out the last few notes with such passion Tate was mesmerized. He swallowed in an attempt to clear the obstruction in his throat. Her one-size-too-small dress hugged her curves, as her lush, pink lips parted in a near perfect O.

Despite being in God’s house, Tate’s wayward thoughts centered around various methods he could use to stop her singing. The good Lord knew if she made that kind of sound in his bed, he’d be obligated to shush her up.

He jerked his gaze away and drew in a sharp breath, irritated at the reaction of his body. His cock grew hard under his Sunday-best trousers. His heart thumped a little faster. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and covered his erection with his hymnal.

Damn, it’d been too long since he’d bedded a woman. Despite his situation, he refused to lower himself like many men who visited Madame Chen and requested her laundry service. Rumors had it her girls did more than a man’s laundry. Tate snorted. He didn’t pay attention to rumors. Facts were all he cared about. Whatever Madam Chen and her staff did behind closed doors was none of his business.

As soon as the service ended, Tate stood quickly, fully intending to hightail it out of there. His brother, Jason, cut him off at the pass. The spoiled and flirtatious Amelia stood next to Jason, her hand resting on the crook in Jason’s arm. Even though her smile appeared welcoming, she avoided looking at Tate’s face.

“We saved you a seat next to us at the table, brother.” Jason grinned like a fool, obviously flying high with Amelia at his side. Tate witnessed her in action too many times. She flirted with every eligible man in town—except him—and strung his brother along by his dick, one of a herd of admirers. Everyone in town knew Andrew Gallagher ranked at the head of that pack. Jason couldn’t compete with the Gallaghers’ assets or power. Even now, the usually glib Andrew stood across the room, arms crossed over his chest and an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. The fierce light of possession gleamed in his eyes. Tate sighed and hoped he wouldn’t be breaking up a fight before the night ended.

Turning away, Tate followed Jason and Amelia through the potluck line. His stomach rumbled. Food abounded, and he heaped his plate with a thick stew.

“Don’t.” Hattie Rose, the local innkeeper and former madam of a San Francisco brothel, stood next to him. The older woman’s strong perfume smothered the air around them, and he stifled a sneeze. Her red-tipped fingernails dug into his arm.

“Why?” He smiled, amused at Hattie’s reaction.

“Lucy made that dish.” Hattie looked up at him, one of the few women not bothered by his scar.

Tate dropped the serving spoon into the large pot as if it’d burnt his hand. “Thanks for the warning. I have to work tomorrow. It looked good. Her stuff usually looks as bad as it tastes.” Even the bravest lumberjacks with cast-iron stomachs avoided her dishes at the church potlucks.

Before he could move on to the next dish, Lucy rushed up to him. Her flowery scent swirled around his nostrils. His cock happily signaled its readiness to get down to serious business.

“Tate, don’t pass this by. It’s my signature stew. I know how you love my cooking.” Not giving him an opportunity to respond, Lucy heaped his plate full. Tate stood in line, holding his plate, fully aware others ducked past them in an attempt to avoid Lucy’s current culinary disaster.

Hattie raised one eyebrow and winked at him. “Good luck,” she whispered.

Taking a seat next to his brother, he caught sight of Lucy out of the corner of his eye. She sat next to her best friend Constance. The black-haired beauty sat next to Miles Petty, a cousin to the Gallaghers and also their nemesis, at a table on the opposite side of the room. Tate, nice guy that he was, always pretended to eat Lucy’s cooking at these potlucks. There’d be no pretending this time, as Lucy kept one eye on him. Steeling himself, he brought the spoon up to his mouth and forced himself to swallow. He forced a pleased expression on his face, which made Lucy smirk with pride.

Despite Lucy’s faults, he admired her ability to create her own reality, making her life what she wanted it to be. Dragging his eyes away from Lucy, Tate frowned and wondered why he felt a tug inside every time he gazed at this woman, who talked too much about nothing, couldn’t cook or sing, or keep a secret to save her soul.

Tate managed to choke down the entire plate of food. He congratulated himself on his cast-iron stomach as it growled in protest. His satisfaction was short-lived when Lucy hustled over to him, her roasting pan in hand.

“Tate, you’re one hungry man. Please have some more.” Lucy leaned over him to fill his plate. One ample breast rubbed his arm. He lost all ability to think as he stared at the bosom only a few inches from his face. Damn. Double damn. He wanted to rip her bodice open and fill his mouth with her rosy nipples, sucking and nipping at them until they were swollen from his mouth and red from the burn of his whiskers.

Oblivious to his discomfort, Lucy flounced off, leaving him with a raging hard-on and a protesting stomach.




Lucy danced around the room in the arms of her husband. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Jason watching them with what appeared to be longing in his eyes. He was probably wishing he was with Amelia. Why such a thought depressed her, she didn’t know. Perhaps she worried about his well-being.

Before she could figure out a way to draw Jason back into their little celebration, he turned on his heel and left the room. Tate caught her staring after his brother.

His gray eyes narrowed, but not in anger. “Meet me in the bedroom. Tonight.”

His words snapped her attention back to him. His husky voice promised more seductive treats were in store for her adventurous spirit. Lucy didn’t need a second invitation. The hot looks Tate cast her way during dinner and afterward heated her body and caused great moisture between her legs. Tonight he’d promised to tutor her in more pleasures of the flesh. She quickly rushed upstairs and readied herself.

Tate joined her a few minutes later. He stared at his wife sitting on the edge of the big bed.

“Shed your garments. Tonight it’s my turn to pleasure you.” His harsh voice set her back a bit even as it excited her. Lucy’s eyes grew big. An unexpected moment of fear clutched her. Lust burned in his eyes. Tate was obviously a man on the edge of losing control. And a very big man at that. She shrank back into the shadows of the room, abhorring her cowardliness.

He spoke more softly. “Take off your dress. I will not harm you.”

Of course he wouldn’t. Despite the fire burning in his eyes, his gentle words emboldened her. Lucy nodded as her trembling fingers fumbled with the fastenings on her dress. Tate removed his own clothes until he stood in all his naked glory before her. She’d never seen him completely naked before. Her pussy tingled with excitement at the sight of his muscled body. The man was magnificent.

“Lucy, your clothes,” he reminded her. She continued to stare at his chest, his cock, his strong legs, and at the many scars on those legs. She suspected each scar told a story.

Tate abandoned his patience. He stepped forward and grasped the front of her dress. He fumbled with the remaining buttons with his large fingers. Frustrated by his lack of progress, he ripped the bodice of her dress. Buttons flew across the room.

Lucy gasped, partially from shock and partially from irritation. “That was my good dress, sir.”

He gritted his teeth. “Tate. I’m now your husband, and my name is Tate. Tonight you’ll scream out my name.”

Words escaped her, a rare thing, indeed. She removed the pins from her hair. It fell to her waist in long, wavy curls. With a defiant toss of her brown hair, she pulled the torn dress past her hips and to the floor. The rest of her clothes followed. Naked, she shivered, but not from the cool night breeze wafting through the open window.

Tate swallowed. He flexed and unflexed his fingers, as if dying to bury them in her soft mane. “On the bed.”

Lucy considered defying him, but the look in his eyes vetoed that idea. She lay on the bed and waited. For what she didn’t really know. The women had enlightened her on how to pleasure a man, but she didn’t really know what a man did to pleasure a woman. Tate lay down beside her. She turned her head toward his. Their eyes met in silent recognition of their mutual attraction. Tate’s face moved closer. Lucy’s moved closer. Then all hell broke loose. Their lips clashed in a blaze of hot fire. His mouth ravaged hers, rough and demanding. She gave it right back to him, just as rough, and just as demanding.

Breathing hard, he moved lower, kissing, stroking, licking, even nipping her exposed skin from her neck to the swells of her breasts. She squirmed with excitement and drowned in desire. Tate swiped his tongue around one nipple. Once. Twice. Three times. She whimpered and arched her back. He took the wet nipple into his mouth and sucked. He pinched and plucked the opposite nipple. She cried out and shuddered underneath him.

Sliding lower still, his mouth trailed hot kisses along her belly. He slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. Pulling her body to the edge of the bed, he spread her legs wide. He kissed and licked his way along her inner thighs. She attempted to clamp her legs shut when his face touched the curly hair between her legs.

He glanced up. “Keep your legs spread wide, or I’ll tie them open.”

She considered such an outrageous threat and somewhat liked the idea.

His fingers spread her pussy lips wide, exposing her most intimate parts to his gaze. His tongue drove deep into her opening, again and again and again. He sucked at the nub of pleasure. One large finger invaded her. She squirmed with discomfort until her body adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. Entwining her fingers in his thick hair, she pushed his mouth closer. He pumped his finger in and out as he tasted her juices. He added a second finger, filling her yet again. Then he touched her in a way she thought she’d die if he didn’t stop.

And then she did die.

She died a thousand incredible deaths and was reborn again.

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