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convince her that he accepts her—good girl and bad—just as she is. So, she wants a memorable send off?
No problem. He’ll give her one that’ll make her think twice about leaving.
On the appointed night, Shanna expects nerves. Yet once she crosses the threshold, the prospect of
surrendering to a night of unrestrained passion with Bo and the three Kinzie brothers makes her mouth
water—and her courage dry up.
But she asked for it, and now she’s not about to blink first in this game of sexual chicken…
Warning: Four lusty cowboys prove a little domination goes a long way in breaking a stubborn
woman to saddle. Lots of spanking, binding, flogging, and double-dipping can keep a girl on her toes, her
back, her belly, her knees…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Four Sworn:
Shanna reached up and kissed him then dropped her head back.
Bo was so handsome it broke her heart to look at him. Brown hair, green eyes, a lean, muscled frame
were only the start of what she liked about him. His sharp-edged face, square jaw and the way he looked
right into her eyes when he talked to her, never failed to make her melt.
He was the best friend she’d ever had. Knew every one of her dirty little secrets, but he’d never
judged her. Never looked down on her. And she knew he’d be more than willing to take on all her problems
on a permanent basis because he thought he was in love with her.
But she couldn’t do it to him. He deserved better than getting smeared with the likes of Camilla
Davies’ daughter. Which was why she’d never let him park his truck outside the tidy little house her
grandma had left to her when she moved to the retirement home.
“Blood will out.” Or so Gran had always said, shaking her head mournfully whenever Shanna colored
outside the lines. And hadn’t the old woman been right, after all? Just look at what she’d asked Bo to do for
her.
A coyote howled in the distance, bringing her back. The ridges in the truck bed were digging into her
spine, but she didn’t want to be the first to push away. She wiggled her butt to realign with the ridges.
Bo lifted his head from her shoulder. “I’m crushin’ you.”
“No you aren’t,” she said, but she lowered her legs from his waist and let him slide to the side of her
body. Shanna stuck an arm under her head and gazed at the stars glittering against the dark sky. “This was a
great idea,” she said softly. “You always know the perfect place.”
Bo rolled to his back. “It’s the middle of the football field. Better hope we don’t get caught. There
won’t be any hidin’ the tire tracks in the grass.” Bo laughed. “At least it’s better than the high school
janitor’s closet.”
She shoved her elbow in his side. “No one found us.”
“We both smelled like bleach after we spilled the supply shelf.”
“Good thing we were naked then because our clothes didn’t get ruined.”
Smiling, Bo rubbed a lazy hand across his belly. “Have to say I was surprised you sought me out
tonight.”
“Just needed a partner to get out on the dance floor.”
“That’s not what I meant. I’ve hardly seen you around town. Gran said you’ve been job-hunting,
interviewing in Austin and Houston. You didn’t tell me. Thought you were avoidin’ me.”
“I’ve been lookin’ for a job. Not that I have tons of options. Shoulda finished college when I had the
chance.”
“You hated school. Only reason you went to SMU in the first place was to get away from Two Mule.
That why you’ve been job-huntin’ so far from home?”
“Yeah. Thought it was about time to start the rest of my life. I can’t stay here forever.”
He stayed silent so long, she wondered if he’d fallen asleep. She glanced over at him, only to discover
his head was propped on his arm while he studied her face.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, pushing out her bottom lip.
His eyebrows rose. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like you think I’m a coward.”
His eyebrows dropped. “I don’t think that at all.”
Shanna scowled. “I’m not like you. I don’t come from a good family. Everywhere I go in Two Mule,
someone whispers behind my back. They all wonder when I’ll prove I’m just like my mom.”
“Your mom wasn’t a bad person. I liked her.”
“Men liked her because most of ’em knew her in the biblical sense.”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
She wrinkled her nose. “She was a whore, Bo, with a string of sugar daddies.”
Bo nodded, his expression thoughtful. “She had some issues, but she wasn’t a bad person. And you
aren’t her.”
“People won’t let me be someone other than Camilla Davies’ daughter. And look at me. Look at what
I want. What does that say about me?”
He rolled to his side and settled his head on his hand. “It just means you’re sexually curious. So am I.
Does that make me a whore? Bet I’ve had more lovers than you.”
Shanna met his gaze, hyper-aware of his broad chest and missing his weight pinning her to the truck
bed. She wished she could cuddle against him and draw on his inner core of strength. “Why haven’t you
settled down? You could find yourself a good woman.”
His fingertip traced the length of her nose then tapped the end. “Because there’s only one you,” he
said, smiling softly.
She hoped that wasn’t true. She loved him. She knew he cared about her. But he shouldn’t be in love
with her.
She sat up and rubbed her arms. “I’m gettin’ a little cold.”
“Coward. You brought the subject up.”
“I’m not afraid of the ‘M’ word. But I’m a realist. I really, really can’t think of having a relationship
until I’m far away from here.”
His large hand cupped her thigh. “So you want me to arrange the ultimate farewell party?”
She shot him a quick glance, worried about what he thought of her now. “Am I being wicked?”
“Oh yeah.” He pushed up on his arms, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. “But I like your wicked,
dirty little mind.”
Her lips twitched and stretched into a smile, and she was glad that the darkness hid the heat creeping
into her cheeks.
Bo kissed her then backed away, keeping that talented mouth of his an inch from hers. “I’ll get you
what you want, sweetheart. My gift to you. Think of it as a goin’-away present.”
Love takes courage. Loving two men takes twice as much.
The Boys Next Door
© 2010 Sierra Dafoe
At seventeen, Tommy Ambinder was Annie Parsons’ first love, the center of her world. Almost.
There was a secret spot reserved for Judah, Tommy’s elder brother. On the day she discovered Judah
wanted her, as well, the aftermath drove Annie out of town—and a wedge between the men she loved.
Now, haunted by guilt, Annie has returned to Melgrove, Montana with one hope in her heart—that
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