Submitting to Two Doms by BJ Wane
Series: Cowboy Doms #5
Publication date: September 9th, 2019
Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
It was meant to be an affair...
After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parent's pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.
Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey's blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.
While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn't wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn't until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they'd both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.
This is book five in the Cowboy Doms series, but reads as a standalone.
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Squinting her eyes, Kelsey saw Devin's group of riders merging with Greg's and then head their way, her pulse jumping as they neared and both men's piercing eyes settled on her.
"Is that the group Devin took out trail riding all day?" she asked Tom.
"That's them." Tom flipped her a proud grin. "In two weeks, reservations drop in half and you'll be able to accompany an excursion by then. Maybe not such a long one though. Do you want to wait up for them?"
Kelsey's heart thudded with anticipation as she nodded. She didn't know which man fired her up more or what accounted for her interest and sudden obsession with sexual fantasies. It could stem from the stress of being accosted and then responsible for a man's death, or escorted out here to Timbuktu, away from everything and everyone she knew. But as the group neared and she damn near drooled watching Greg and Devin handle their huge mounts with a combination of strong control and coaxing, soothing strokes, she pinned all of her wayward thoughts on lust-driven hormones. I can live with that, she mused with a sigh as they approached and the ripped, corded muscles of both men's forearms rippled as they pulled back on their reins. Her face heated as she wondered if those lean muscles would bunch if either man swung his arm and cracked his palm against her butt.
Crap, pull your mind out of the gutter. There are people around.
The first words out of Devin's mouth cooled the rush of heat their nearness evoked, his sharp tone once again laced with censure.
"You were supposed to stay off your ankle today."
A deeper blush stole over her face as the eyes of strangers shifted her way, his cool reprimand rubbing her the wrong way. Tightening her hands on the reins, she replied evenly, "I am off it. Can't you see I'm sitting down?"
"Devin." Greg nudged his horse between Devin and Kelsey.. "Go on in. I'll follow with Kelsey." He waited until the group was out of ear shot before turning to Tom. "How far did you get with lessons?"
Tom reached over and patted her arm. "She's got a good seat and has steering down perfect. Just needs practice before she can take Cleo any faster than a walk."
Kelsey nodded. "There. Tell that to Mr. Grumpy. And, my ankle is fine."
"Good to hear." Before she realized his intent, Greg moved alongside her and plucked her from the saddle, settling her in front of him on his massive beast of a ride without breaking a breath.
"Is that the group Devin took out trail riding all day?" she asked Tom.
"That's them." Tom flipped her a proud grin. "In two weeks, reservations drop in half and you'll be able to accompany an excursion by then. Maybe not such a long one though. Do you want to wait up for them?"
Kelsey's heart thudded with anticipation as she nodded. She didn't know which man fired her up more or what accounted for her interest and sudden obsession with sexual fantasies. It could stem from the stress of being accosted and then responsible for a man's death, or escorted out here to Timbuktu, away from everything and everyone she knew. But as the group neared and she damn near drooled watching Greg and Devin handle their huge mounts with a combination of strong control and coaxing, soothing strokes, she pinned all of her wayward thoughts on lust-driven hormones. I can live with that, she mused with a sigh as they approached and the ripped, corded muscles of both men's forearms rippled as they pulled back on their reins. Her face heated as she wondered if those lean muscles would bunch if either man swung his arm and cracked his palm against her butt.
Crap, pull your mind out of the gutter. There are people around.
The first words out of Devin's mouth cooled the rush of heat their nearness evoked, his sharp tone once again laced with censure.
"You were supposed to stay off your ankle today."
A deeper blush stole over her face as the eyes of strangers shifted her way, his cool reprimand rubbing her the wrong way. Tightening her hands on the reins, she replied evenly, "I am off it. Can't you see I'm sitting down?"
"Devin." Greg nudged his horse between Devin and Kelsey.. "Go on in. I'll follow with Kelsey." He waited until the group was out of ear shot before turning to Tom. "How far did you get with lessons?"
Tom reached over and patted her arm. "She's got a good seat and has steering down perfect. Just needs practice before she can take Cleo any faster than a walk."
Kelsey nodded. "There. Tell that to Mr. Grumpy. And, my ankle is fine."
"Good to hear." Before she realized his intent, Greg moved alongside her and plucked her from the saddle, settling her in front of him on his massive beast of a ride without breaking a breath.
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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