Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1

By Erika Masten

From Bestselling Erotica Author Erika Masten

Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1
An Explicit Erotic Short Story

Melanie has come home to Bitter Creek to find a wealthy neighbor trying to push her family off their land and her two childhood crushes home from the Marines, serving as local sheriffs now. And who should come calling but sexy deputies Zach Garwood and Quinn Blakely when Mel lets her temper get the better of her as she defends her ranch. Instead of pushing her off her land, they pull her into their arms and a torrid domination ménage intended to bind Mel to the two men who want to own and protect her.

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from Valentine’s Dom and Dominated By Brothers: Hot Hard Ménage #1 by Erika Masten.

Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Masten
• Release date: Apr 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476277974

Erika Masten

I'm the girl next door with an unexpected wicked streak (and an addiction to sexy high heels). I love turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story...

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BRIDLED: BITTER CREEK DOMS #1

by

Erika Masten

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Copyright © 2012 Erika Masten.

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.

Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1

Excerpt From

Valentine’s Dom

Excerpt From

Dominated By Brothers: Hot Hard Ménage #1

BRIDLED: BITTER CREEK DOMS #1

My pulse has only just quit pounding at my temples, in my ears, in my throat and the tips of my fingers, when I hear the sound of tires on gravel behind me, outside the barn. Peterson, you just do not know when to leave it alone, I say out loud to myself as I toss aside the horse blanket I’ve been folding and grab the nearest shovel. Another surge of adrenaline floods my veins, sending an anxious tremor through my body. I grip the shovel handle tighter so my hands won’t shake.

I spin toward the barn door, my long blond ponytail whipping over one shoulder and lashing the other, and stalk toward the sound of footsteps on the driveway. When I get outside, I plant one hand on my cocked hip and the blade of the shovel next to me in the hard, summer-baked ground. This is not what I expected, though I guess maybe I should have.

Instead of a fancy, brand new, black extended-cab with red-faced, barrel-chested Earl Peterson behind the wheel, I’m looking at a green and white four-by-four with a bright gold sheriff’s star on each side. So Peterson called for the deputies, did he? And they had to send out the pretty boys—detectives—to make matters worse. Like I’d take one look at these two and go all weak and giddy and promise not to bother poor Mr. Peterson anymore when he’s breaking my fences and irrigation lines and trying to run my family off our own property.

Maybe I shouldn’t have scoffed when Earl boasted that he owned the law around here. I’ve been gone eight years, only just moving back three months ago to the Sierra Nevada foothills and my hometown of Bitter Creek to help my mother care for the ranch after Dad’s death in an accident. So I might not have the handle on folks around here that I used to.

It’s Zach Garwood walking toward me, with the usual bad boy smirk curling one corner of his full, tanned lips. And I do mean usual. He was two years ahead of me in school growing up, and he’d already mastered that grin and the gleam in his blue eyes by eighth grade. A heartbreaker from the day he discovered girls, that one.

He makes no attempt to hide the fact that he’s checking me out behind his dark shades and the longish strands of ash blond hair falling over one brow. I can practically feel his gaze sliding from my blue and white cloth tennis shoes up the length of my curvy bare legs to the short, faded denim cut-offs I put on when I got up at six in the blessed morning despite it being a Saturday. The blue cotton t-shirt knotted under my round tits—yeah, I know I’m stacked—exposes my toned midriff to just below my navel. I admit it’s hard not to tense