Lady Laugherty's Loves
Olivia Ragland never assumed she would be presented with the opportunity to love two men, not a the very same time. In fact, she has all the man she could ever want in her husband, Avery Ragland, Lord Laugherty. He’s charismatic, handsome, and a wonderful lover. But when his best friend is invited to a house party they throw, the two launch a sensual assault that no woman could possibly withstand.
Avery and Ellis have shared women in the past, and have a pressing desire to share this one for a lifetime. The only catch -- they have to convince Olivia that she can overcome the restrictions that come with respectability.
Fulfillment
Olivia Ragland never assumed she would be presented with the opportunity to love two men, not a the very same time. In fact, she has all the man she could ever want in her husband, Avery Ragland, Lord Laugherty. He’s charismatic, handsome, and a wonderful lover. But when his best friend is invited to a house party they throw, the two launch a sensual assault that no woman could possibly withstand.
Avery and Ellis have shared women in the past, and have a pressing desire to share this one for a lifetime. The only catch -- they have to convince Olivia that she can overcome the restrictions that come with respectability.
And Miss Julianna Makes Three
Warning: It's a true threesome!
Excerpt:
Julie couldn’t believe the audacity. First, he’d touched her person, groping her most inappropriately when he’d caught her in his strong arms. Then he’d attempted to purchase not only her, but also her horse. “Just who do you think you are?” she asked, punching her hands into her hips. Then she turned and took the horse’s lead from the stable hand. She walked it toward the barn. The unlikely pair followed.
“Your savior,” the blonde one murmured to her.
“If you’ll allow it,” the brown haired one intoned just as quietly. “It’s up to you, Miss Murrell. She just tried to sell you. And I bought.” He stopped for a moment. Then he said, “I bought the horse, and we’re inviting you to come with it.”
“Beg your pardon?” she asked. Somehow, they’d gotten the horse between her and her family. So, the three of them stood relatively alone. “I don’t even know you.”
“I’ve always wanted a horse like this,” the dark one said. He nodded toward the blond man, who wore a cheeky grin all his own. “And he’s always wanted a chit in breeches.”
