Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Men of Montana

Lyndee's Saviors

After escaping certain death by her psychotic captor who is a cop gone bad, Lyndee Dwyer, an undercover agent, is discovered by Montana ranch owners Storm and Trey Goodall and their cousin Austin Lighthorse, the most gorgeous men she has ever seen. Suffering from amnesia and the idea of a disrespectable career, her body responds to them, not just sexually, but emotionally as well. None of the men believe she is who she thinks she is and will do everything they possibly can to prove her wrong.

The three men introduce Lyndee to their ménage lifestyle while helping her regain her memory. Once she remembers who she is, they and their men have an old-fashioned showdown with the cop and the Russian mob that want her dead. Can they protect her from the dangers that plague her along with convincing her to stay with them forever?

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

Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense

Length:
100,672 words
 

Men of Montana

Eileen Green

MENAGE AMOUR

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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LYNDEE’S SAVIORS

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First E-book Publication: June 2013

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I would like to dedicate this book to my Dad who I admired so much. His dedication to achieve his goals is what has driven me to this spot in my life that I have reached my first goal in my writing.

I would also like to dedicate this book to my friend Big John who supported me in everything I did.

Both men will be greatly missed in my life. I will always love you both.

LYNDEE’S SAVIORS

Men of Montana

EILEEN GREEN

Copyright © 2013

The wooden door separated from the metal hinges that held it to the frame as it collided haphazardly against the perpendicular wall to the right with a crash. A scream emerged from the only occupant in the room as a tall man stepped into the space where the door had rested just seconds before. Black jeans hugged his muscular thighs, black leather cowboy boots with a silver toe cap on his feet while a black long-sleeved T-shirt stretched across the broad shoulders, which nearly spanned the width of the doorway. Long black hair pulled back into a leather tie at the base of his thick neck framed his face that expressed his anger and hatred for the woman in the room. To complete the wicked ensemble, a police badge was lodged into the black leather belt at his waist and a gun was held in his large right hand.

The woman had been sitting on the couch watching CNN on the flat-screen TV mounted to the wall at the end of the room. She cursed herself that she hadn’t been as thoroughly prepared for this situation as she should have been. Reaching for her purse, which was her first instinct, she didn’t make it that far as the gun in the man’s hand expelled a bullet silenced by the small device on the end of the barrel. Again she screamed as the metal piece of shrapnel struck her well-formed left bicep as the man rushed toward her, his fist making contact with her jaw before she could move, and she slumped to the back of the nice piece of furniture she sat upon, all reality slipping from her mind.

* * * *

Sound echoed within the woman’s head as dizziness swam within its darkness. Soreness within her head caused her to keep still though other parts of her body ached also. Trying to move her hands, she found they were manacled above her head, a numbness already setting in so she wasn’t sure how long she had been left in this position. As she tried to do the same with her feet, she found they too had been secured in place, in a spread-eagle fashion. The surface beneath her was soft so she assumed she must be on a bed.

Soft cloth covered her eyes while a cloth was wedged between her lips, her tongue swiping against the material as she realized the situation she was in. The memory of the brute storming into her apartment came back to her, and a chill ran through her as she knew she would die soon. However she knew he would take her body before he did so as he had threatened to do many times in the past.

A sound alerted her as if a match had been struck and then the confirmation came as she smelled the sulfur a moment later. Since she was blindfolded, her senses were heightened as the fuzziness began to dissipate within her brain and her sense of survival told her to lie still as not to let the pervert know she was awake.

A breath was expelled right next to her right ear before she heard a whispered, “Are you awake yet, my dear?”

When she didn’t move in response, an evil laugh emerged from the man and she felt him lean over and place a kiss on her slim neck. Revulsion bubbled in her stomach and she had to force herself to remain still and not wretch at his touch. His lips moved up to her ear again as his hand covered her nearly bare, ample breast, which spilled from the sides of the shirt she wore. “I can’t wait until you are awake so I can fuck you over and over again. If I like what you can provide me, I might just let you live as my slave and keep you here forever.”

* * * *

Philip moved away from the bed and went to sit in one of the battered leather recliners in front of the fire that he had started in the hearth. Orange-red flames began to lick at the logs he had placed in them before he had gone to retrieve his prize. Now he could relax until she woke and he could have his way with her. Mesmerized by the flames, he rubbed his enlarged cock beneath the fabric and zipper of his jeans, eager to thrust it into his captive’s mouth, cunt, and ass again and again, quenching his thirst for the woman he had wanted for so long before she had screwed him over.

Glancing over at the queen-size bed in the center of the room of the cabin he had rented, her hands and feet had been secured to the brass head and foot boards. He had left her clothed in the jogging shorts and skimpy tank she wore. Before he had picked her up at her apartment, he had checked and found she wore no undergarments, which had his dick instantly hard, but he knew he would have to wait until she was awake before he would take her. He wanted her to be fully conscious as he fucked her, wanted her to know who was in control of her until she died.

She was a feisty thing as he had seen while he worked with her. The little thing had fight to her, which he liked in his women, and he couldn’t wait until she fought against him as he took her as that would make the experience more enjoyable for him. He couldn’t wait until she woke.

Rising, he made his way over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer. Popping the top as he made his way back to the chair, he detoured past the bed and laid the cold bottle upon her breast, watching the nipple rise beneath the material involuntarily. Chuckling, he returned to his seat, absorbing the heat from the burning logs as the night was turning cold here in Western Montana and it was just the end of August. His arrogance that no one would find them was running high at the moment since neither one of them were from the area and he knew that he had her all to himself.

Three miles away from the cabin in a renovated farmhouse, Trey and Storm entered the living room, removing their cowboy hats and dusting their jeans off before sitting in their respective black leather recliners in front of the large stone fireplace which had stood for over a century. A fire had already been started by their housekeeper, Martha, who could be heard in the kitchen preparing their dinner. It had been a hard day of rounding up the cattle from the southern end of the ranch to bring to the breeding pens near the barn. Both men were so tired that neither of them really felt like eating but knew they needed to replenish their bodies with nourishment as there was more work to be done the next morning.

Each man toed off their boots before the woman that had cooked and cleaned for them since they were children discovered they had worn them into the house, as she would chastise them much like their mother would have. The woman had remained on with the two after they had come of age and even after their parents had been killed in a car accident seven years prior. She called out from the kitchen as she knew them well, “You better have removed those boots before you entered the house! I just vacuumed before y’all came in! Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes! Get Austin over here!”