I have the gorgeous Molly Ann Wishlade today, sharing an excerpt from her latest book in The Wild, WIld West series - Menage. I have all three loaded up on my kindle and can't wait to read them!
Menage – The Wild Wild West #3 - by Molly Ann Wishlade
Menage will be released by Carina UK on 1st
August
Genre:
Historical Western Romance
Series:
The Wild Wild West Novella Series
BLURB:
Vulnerable
widow Grace Holbein faces an uncertain future. Spurned by the town of Deadwood
because of her violent late husband’s troubles she’s all alone in the world.
With winter approaching the future looks bleak until two rugged cowboys ride up
to her ranch looking for work in return for room and board.
Grace is wary of
these handsome strangers; in her experience men are not to be trusted. However,
Matt, fair and athletic, and Blake, dark and ruggedly handsome, are keen to
prove to Grace that not all men are alike. The attention she receives from them
both thaws her frozen heart and melts her inhibitions; she would welcome either
one to warm her bed, but it’s a choice she finds impossible to make. In her
dreams she’s allowed them both, but can her brazen desires ever be fulfilled in
reality?
Here are two excerpts from the novella for you to
enjoy:
“Hello there! Mrs Holbein?”
Grace peered up from the chicken coop at the
approaching cowboys. They dismounted from their horses then walked towards the
perimeter fence.
She was knee-high in straw and feathers as she
gathered that day’s eggs, depositing them in a basket hooked over her left arm.
She wasn’t expecting company and she didn’t recognise the two men. Her survival
instinct kicked in, increasing her heart rate, and she quickly reached down and
checked her right boot. The cold steel blade sat in its place, encased in the
leather sheath, reassuring her with its sharp edge and fierce point.
“Hello?” She raised her voice to intimate that
it was a question not a greeting. She straightened her back and wiped the
perspiration from her upper lip with the back of her free hand.
The cowboys reached the fence. This close, she
could see how big they were. Tall, broad-shouldered men. Large and masculine.
They made her acutely aware of how petite and feminine she was.
How utterly defenceless.
She eyed them, her senses on high alert. Being
a woman alone at an isolated homestead a few miles outside of Deadwood meant
that she was constantly wary. Letting her guard down, even just a fraction,
could have been fatal whether dealing with man or beast.
“Mrs Holbein?”
Grace met the blond man’s blue eyes and a
shiver ran down her spine. They were as intense as the sky on a clear summer’s
day. Beautiful, bright blue framed by thick black lashes. He rested his large,
tanned hands on the fence. She found her gaze drawn to his long, slim fingers
with their short nails and the tiny white-blond hairs on his muscular forearms
which shone in the afternoon sun. This was a man who worked hard for a living.
Outdoors. Probably with horses and cattle.
“Are you Mrs Holbein?” He repeated the
question.
“That’s me. Whadda you want?” She pulled
herself up to her full height. She could see that if she stood next to either
man she would not reach his shoulders. As the cowboy searched her face, she let
the basket swing in front of her body. An obstacle between them, to hide her
figure from view. Protection. A barrier.
“We’re looking for work, ma’am,” the cowboy
explained. He pushed his Stetson further back on his head and wiped his brow
with a folded neckerchief.
“And what makes you come out here looking for
it?” Grace scowled. She nudged an inquisitive chicken away from her skirts with
her foot.
“We asked in Deadwood, ma’am. They said you
was likely to need some help around your farm. In light of your…” He removed
his hat. “Your recent loss.”
So they knew about Jack. That also meant that
they knew she was alone and that she had no man to protect her. She took a
steadying breath.
Keep
calm. Show no fear.
“What’s your names?” She stalled. She had no
intention of giving them more information about her circumstances than she
needed to. She didn’t have the time for pleasantries. There was no time to waste
in the day. No time at all. She was exhausted, run ragged trying to take care
of the farm all alone. They had never had any hired help and life had been
tough but Jack had insisted that they could do it all themselves. But now that
he’d gone, she realised exactly how much he had done.
Around the farm and to her.
She shivered. Her corset grazed the spot below
her left shoulder blade that never fully healed and she gritted her teeth
together. Damned sensitive female flesh. She was filled with resentment for her
own frailty.
“I’m Matt Huntley and this here’s Blake
Donohue.” Matt gestured to his companion.
“Howdy, Mrs Holbein.” Blake doffed his hat.
Grace swallowed hard. His hair was black and shiny as a raven’s wings and his
eyes like pools of whisky. His face was tanned from being outdoors and he had a
few days’ growth of stubble. But he was handsome as the devil himself. She
shook her head.
A pleasing face did not equal a good heart. As
she’d learnt. For the past five years.
****
She moved towards them. Brought their hands to
her lips. Pressed her mouth to their fingers in turn. Both of them. At the same
time. Leaving neither man out. Their skin smelt of pine and masculine warmth.
She breathed it in, licking her lips as it fired her desire.
Matt gasped and she met his eyes. They were
dark. His own lips slightly parted.
She glanced at Blake. His eyes echoed the need
in Matt’s. What was happening here?
This wasn’t possible. She had dreamt of this
even though she had denied it upon waking with her hands between her legs and
her body coated in perspiration. Being loved by them both simultaneously.
She took a step closer to Matt and he lowered
his head. He pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her. Gently. Slowly. She
leaned into him, feeling his body all along the front of her own. He was so
hard, so strong, so desirable.
She forced herself to pull away then moved
towards Blake. He wrapped his strong arms around her and returned her kiss. His
mouth was firmer, more insistent. He pressed his tongue between her lips and
delved into her mouth. She sighed and ran her own tongue over his. Tasting.
Touching. Wanting.
He pulled her closer and she felt his erection
against her belly. He was hard. He wanted her. She wanted him. But what about
Matt?
She pulled away from Blake’s kisses and
glanced at the other cowboy. He stepped closer and kissed her again while she
was still in Blake’s arms.
So they were okay with this? They both wanted
her? Like this? Her stomach flipped with excitement. How would this work?
Matt moved behind her and lifted her wet hair.
He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered with delight. He kissed and
nibbled her ears lobes and tickled them with his hot breath. So gentle. So new.
She took Blake’s face in her hands and caressed his cheeks, his jaw, the tight
cords which stood out in his thick neck.
As Matt ran his hands up and down her sides,
nibbling and kissing her neck, Blake kissed her mouth, her throat, the tops of
her breasts which rose and fell rapidly above her dress.
Then they began to undress her.
They gently stripped away her clothing. Pulled
off her boots and stockings and unlaced her corset. All the while, still
kissing and caressing her so that every inch of her body was aflame.
When she stood in just her shift before them,
they quickly peeled off their own clothes.
Grace trembled. Being exposed in the past had
heralded the advent of pain and fear. Agony that sometimes lasted the whole
night through. If Matt and Blake had hidden their true selves from her and they
were about to hurt her, then she would die in their arms. She would want to.
Because finding out that they were not the good, kind men that she had fallen
for would break her heart. And if that happened, then death would be a welcome
escape.
She gazed at Blake. Naked, he was even easier
on the eye than he was fully clothed. He was strong, muscular, firm. His body
was hard and defined from his broad shoulders to his strong wide thighs. The
ebony hair of his head was echoed across his chest in a light dusting and a
line of hair ran from his chest down to his navel then to the patch of dark
curls at his groin. From amidst them jutted his thick, erect cock. It stuck out
from his body, dusky pink with dark, raised veins and a bead of moisture like a
diamond at its quivering tip.
Rather than filling her with fear or
revulsion, as Jack’s member had, Blake’s filled her with need. It was an
extension of this gentle and desirable man. A part of him and what he had to
offer. And she wanted it. Wanted him. Inside her.
A nudging at her back made her turn to Matt.
He was as gorgeous as Blake. His skin as bronzed down to his waist then white
where his flesh had not been exposed to the sun. His chest was hairless but at
his groin, the curls were as golden blond as her own. His impressive erection
stood to attention, as thick and hard as Blake’s.
They both wanted her. She hugged herself tight
inside.
Matt pulled her into his arms and laid her
down on the bed facing him. He kissed her softly at first but his kisses grew
harder as he pulled her body against his own. His cock nudged at the front of
her shift, pushing the thin material between her legs. All of her inhibitions
drifted away as she gave in to the need and longing that pulsed through her
core.
She had denied herself so much for what felt like
a lifetime. Been afraid and numb for an eternity. But finally, she was free.
Finally, she was beginning to open up, to surrender to what she wanted.
Behind her, Blake had begun to edge her shift
up her legs. He kissed each patch of newly revealed skin. He got to her bottom
and kissed the cheeks. It tickled and Grace wriggled on the bed, causing Matt
to grind into her even harder. His cock slipped through the folds of her shift
and between the wet folds of her sex, sliding around in her damp heat. She groaned,
desperate to feel him pushing into her further so that he entered her body
completely.
Her shift was up to her lower back now. And
still Blake kissed her.
In front of her, Matt also lifted the
material, exposing her pussy, her belly, her pert little breasts with their
hard fuchsia nubs. Matt moved down her body and began to suckle her nipples,
pulling them into his mouth in turn until she panted with need. All the times
that Jack had taken her, he’d never stirred her like this. His hands on her breasts
had been cruel and he had made her flesh crawl. Matt’s caresses made her want
to scream with need.
At the same time he ran a hand down between
her legs, pushing between her wet silken lips and rubbing at her swollen bud.
She moved with his knowing hand, up and down, round and round. She pulled his
head closer to her breasts, losing herself in pleasure.
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