Well, I don't have a Tuesday Featured Book to share with you today because the author never got back to me, so you're stuck with me, lol. So, I'm featuring my own book, Belonging to Them. This is the first book in the Daly Way series and will be released by Resplendence Publishing next week.
Daly, Wyoming: Population 159 (and 152 are men)
On the run from her past, Rayna Halliday is devastated when her old car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. She soon finds that her ex has managed to block her credit cards, her accounts and even her cell phone in an attempt to exert his control over her. Giving in to him is something she refuses to do.
When the owners of O’Keefe’s Gas and Repair come to her rescue, they make her an offer that tantalizes the forbidden desires within her—she can find a way to pay for the car repairs or she can belong to them for two weeks and they’ll see to her repairs for free. At the sexual mercy of four gorgeous men for two weeks… Why not? She can have fun and get things straightened out, all at once. But there are two problems heading her way: an ex on a rampage and her heart that’s in for more than just fun.
EXCERPT (unedited version):
Heat flushed Rayna’s cheeks as she walked into the reception area of the garage. She wasn’t prone to fits but this situation had utterly shoved her over the edge.
“I’m sorry,” she said. She drew in a breath, forcing back the urge to cry. She’d do that later, in bed, once she found a place to sleep. “I’m just a little overwhelmed. Look, um, I have the money for the repairs. It’s just a matter of accessing it. Though at the moment… I don’t suppose you have a shop for my cell phone provider in town.” She gave the service name and watched in dismay in dismay as Patrick slowly shook his head. “I have some cash on me. Do you have a hotel around here?”
“Nearest is in the city, about an hour from here.”
“A bed and breakfast? Campground? A cave,” she added impatiently when he kept shaking his head. “All right…um. Is there a bank? Somewhere that I can get about forty dollars in quarters? Then a payphone.”
“For Pete’s sake! What the hell does this place have?” She held up her hand. “Sorry. Look, um… Is there someone who can drive me and my stuff into the city? Maybe I can get a bus ticket or something there.”
“What about your car?”
“I can send you money to fix it then have one of my cousins come and get it.”
He crossed his arms on the counter and leaned forward. She swallowed as his deep green eyes studied her. A faint streak of grease colored one cheekbone. Apparently, he’d tried to wipe it off at some point but hadn’t gotten it completely. Somehow, it only emphasized his fine bone structure and his black, black hair.
Despite her awful situation, her mouth watered. At another time, she might have considered exploring the spark of invitation in his eyes. And man… His navy shop shirt and pants hugged a frame that made her puny, pencil-pushing jerk of an ex look sickly. A little shiver went through her at the sight of his massive, rough-looking hands spanning his elbows as he rested there.
“Why don’t you stay?” he said simply.
“But there’s nowhere—”
“At our place. We have room. That Victorian over there.”
She turned to glance where he pointed. Room? The place was massive. “You should have a bed and breakfast there,” she murmured, looking back at him.
“No one to run one. My cousins, my brother and I are here most days. There’s four of us O’Keefes.”
“And you’d let me stay with you?” She glanced at the two men who’d joined them. One had blue eyes and an embroidered tag that said David. The other, with the tag Sean, had brown eyes. And man… What did they feed the men around here? They both had similar builds to Patrick, as well as similar looks. They were scruffier, but she guessed that was from working primarily in the garage.
Their hands looked just as rough.
“Of course you can,” Sean replied and David gave a quick nod.
“But there’s a…well, a catch,” Patrick said.
“Okay…” she ventured.
“If you say no, then I’ll arrange a ride for you into the city. But if you say yes, I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Yes, to what?”
Patrick studied her again and she sensed he was gauging her reaction to whatever he was about to propose. “For whatever reason,” he started, “Daly is a little one-sided on gender.”
“All men,” Sean injected. He shoved Patrick’s shoulder. “Stop being such a girl and just say it. Or I will, if you want.”
Patrick shot him a glare, sighed and refocused on Rayna. “Stay here for two weeks, free of room and board. We’ll fix your car. But in return, you’ll belong to us for two weeks.”
Her chin lowered and her head tilted slightly. “Excuse me?”
She couldn’t help the way her gaze flitted from one man’s hands to the next. Three sets of hands. Huge. Rough. Her heart pounded in her chest. What would they feel like running over her skin? Suddenly, her panties were damp and her womb quivered in anticipation though she was sure she’d heard incorrectly.
“There aren’t any unattached women in Daly,” Patrick said. “Most of the women here are with two or more men—all committed. We’d surely be obliged if you’d stay with us and be ours for the next two weeks. It will give you time to straighten out this mess that’s happened and if you insist that it will make you feel better to pay us later for the car, you can. But this isn’t about money of services. It’s really about an incredibly beautiful woman who’s taken our fancy and who we’d like to get to know a whole lot better.”
“And fuck,” Sean muttered, and both Patrick and David shoved him.
Despite the outlandish proposal before her and her utter confusion, she had a hard time containing her smile at their antics. Momentarily. Then the weight of it hit her again, and she picked up with Sean’s simple version of things. “You want me to stay here, with you and…fuck you. All of you?”