Re-released in
a second edition with a prologue and three new chapters.
Two cowboys looking
for love…
Jack Barnes and Sam Fleetwood met in foster care. Over the
years, they’ve become best friends and partners. They share a business as
cattle ranchers and a house. There’s only one thing missing: a woman to share.
The men are sure they’ve found that woman when Abigail Moore arrives in their
small town, Willow Fork, TX.
A woman trying to find
her place in the world…
Abby left her hometown twenty years before under a cloud of
scandal. She’s raised a daughter, forged a new life for herself, and is ready
for the next phase when she meets the handsome cowboys.
One small town that’s
ready to explode…
They’re a dream come true—Jack is the sexy Dom, and Sam the
playful lover. It’s everything she’s ever fantasized about. There’s only one
problem. She’s still not welcome in Willow Fork, and someone is willing to kill
to keep her away.
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This was an interesting book. I liked Abby, Sam and Jack. Abby was very open minded and Jack and Sam had quite the history. I was expecting this book to have a little more of a non sexual storyline than it did, but the sex scenes were hot. For those of you who are familiar with Lexi Blake’s other stories, this is a bit of a blend of Jake, Adam and Serena’s story and the Thieves series. This book does not end on a cliffhanger, but the story does continue in the next book. I enjoyed this book and am looking forward to the next book.
The door to the women’s room slammed open. Abby practically
jumped, ready to beg whoever was walking through to give her some privacy. Jack
filled the doorway with his presence.
“You can’t come in here, Jack.” She smoothed down her
uniform and swept back her hair, trying to retain as much dignity as she could.
“Why not, darlin’? I am going to admit that I’m not a man
who tends to let things like social conventions keep me out of a place I really
want to be in.” Jack walked right up to her. The man really wasn’t big on
personal space.
Sam walked in and closed the door. He leaned with his back
against it. One boot rested negligently against the painted pink door.
“Sam, tell him he can’t come into the women’s room.”
“You’re the one who chose the venue for this particular
conversation, Abigail.” There was nothing vaguely resembling a joke in Jack’s
voice now. Abby looked to Sam for help.
Sam shook his head. He was grinning like an idiot. “Hell no,
honey. You’re gonna have to learn that when Jack gets that hard edge to his
voice, he means business. Besides, I’m happy with the way things went. Thank
you, baby. You made this so much easier. Jack was talking about dating you and
treating you like a lady. That was gonna take forever. It’s much simpler this
way.”
“What’s simpler?” Abby was unable to keep the trepidation
out of her voice.
“Taking you home, taking you to bed, and showing you where
you belong,” Sam replied with a wink.
“Where do I belong?” Abby couldn’t take her eyes off Jack.
There was a simple smile on his face that held a wealth of arrogance. He’d been
serious. He really had been playing the gentleman. Abby got the feeling she was
about to get a full dose of Jack Barnes, and damned if she wasn’t looking
forward to it.
“Always between me and Sam.” Jack reached out and put his
hands on her shoulders, his expression intense. “Tell me you don’t want us,
Abby, and I’ll walk away right now. I won’t bother you again.”
“Don’t give her ultimatums.” Sam sounded a bit desperate. “I
thought we’d give her a taste before we forced her to make a decision. Baby,
why don’t you let us play around a little? I promise you’ll want us.”
She looked up into Jack’s forest-green eyes. They were very
serious as he stared at her. His hand came up to cup her face. He forced her to
look at him and Abby felt his will. It should scare the crap out of her, but
she found it amazingly sexy. This was a man who would always keep his promises,
no matter what it cost him.
“She already wants us.” Jack brushed his thumb across her
mouth. It was all she could do to not open her mouth and suck his thumb in.
“She just needs to admit it. Can you tell me you haven’t spent the last few
weeks thinking about this? Thinking about you and me and Sam coming together in
bed?”
“No,” she said. Jack’s eyes flared, and she felt compelled
to continue. “I have thought about it, but I’m scared.”
The time for honesty was here. She could run, and they would
probably accept her decision. She could give in and enjoy the sex and walk
away. Or she could ask for what she wanted. She could be brave and tell them
what she needed and what she was scared of. If she did that and it all fell
apart, then she would have to forgive herself. She’d learned that one of the
great joys of maturing was learning how to forgive herself.
“What are you scared of?” A deep crease appeared in Sam’s
forehead. He walked up to her and leaned forward. “Honey, we want to take care
of you. We don’t want to hurt you.”
She felt tears pricking at the edge of her eyes. Everything
in her was screaming for that to be true. She wanted them. She craved them.
“You could be lying to me. You could want to make me look
bad.” She could hear her teenaged self in the statement. She felt every bit as
vulnerable as she had then. The last month she’d spent with these two
disparately different men had been one of the best of her life. Every evening
they’d spent together over the last month had made her want them more. More
than once, she’d fantasized about them sweeping into the diner and carrying her
away. Lately, when things went wrong, her first thought was to call Jack. Now
that her fantasy seemed to be coming true, she didn’t trust fate.
Jack’s hands came out and soothingly rubbed the back of her
neck. He hadn’t stopped touching her once. “Sweetheart, why would you say
something like that? Why would we want to make you look bad?”
“Because the Echols family wants me out of town.” Her heart
soared when she saw the complete confusion on their faces. They couldn’t make
that up.
“Are you talking about that crazy old biddy who runs the
church socials?” Jack seemed to struggle to place a name with a face. “She
always looks at me funny.”
“Ruby. That’s her name.” Sam frowned. “She’s real unpleasant
to me. Why would we do anything for her? For that matter, why would she care
that you’re in town?”
Hope swelled inside her. They really weren’t gay, and they
really weren’t working for Ruby Echols. If that was true, then she had to
assume they wanted her. It suddenly didn’t matter that they were in a bathroom
in a public place. She couldn’t wait to feel their mouths pressed to hers. It
wasn’t forever. The universe didn’t work that way, but she could have this
moment. She could have a few weeks with them.
“It doesn’t matter. Kiss me.”
“Which one?” Sam asked.
Abby continued to smile, looking from gorgeous man to
gorgeous man. “It doesn’t matter, but one of you should kiss me.”
Jack’s eyes never left her face. “Sam, take care of that
door. We wouldn’t want anyone walking in.”
Sam cursed and bemoaned his fate, but he walked back and
took his previous position.
Jack took Abby’s face in both his hands. “I’m completely
crazy about you, Abigail Moore.” He leaned over and finally, after what seemed
to Abby like a lifetime of wanting, pressed his mouth to hers.
Abby felt helpless against the onslaught of desire that
rocketed through her as Jack took her mouth. He plundered it, his tongue gently
forcing its way in and dancing strongly around hers. She held on to his lean
waist for dear life as he slanted over her mouth again and again. He poured his
will into her and everything inside her responded. She felt that kiss in her
pussy and already she was slick and warm. Jack’s hands reached up and pulled at
the band that held up her hair. He set it free and pulled back to look at the
mane of auburn locks he’d unleashed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jack breathed almost
reverently as he stroked her hair. In that moment, with Jack’s green eyes
looking at her like she was some goddess he was worshipping, Abby felt
gorgeous.
“Why don’t we take this home, people?” Sam’s voice was
tight. Abby looked back at Sam, and his blue eyes were dark with passion.
He wanted to go home so he could join in. He wanted to have
his turn. The thought should have turned her off, but all it did was get her
hotter.
Jack’s lips turned up in a lazy smile. “You’ll have to
forgive Sam, darlin’. He’s always so impatient. Always has been.” Jack suddenly
lifted her up and set her on the counter. He looked back at his friend with
great affection. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve told him that
anticipation is the best part?”
Jack’s hands pushed up the skirt of her uniform.
“Anticipation is damn frustrating, Jack. And I’ve been
anticipating for weeks,” Sam complained.
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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