Curves and Spurs: Claiming Rebecca: Curves and Spurs, #2

By Emme Salt

In Fort Charles, it's a tradition for two cowboys to share one woman. And now, innocent Rebecca Smith is about to learn just how naughty and decadent it feels to be the subject of two men’s desires. 

Rebecca’s been locked up by ranch owner Carl Lawson for daring to question him...but an unspoken agreement between Carl and his right-hand man Jamie gives Becky her one chance to escape. 

Will she risk the wrath of the two alpha male cowboys or submit to their plans for her future?

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“Consequences,” he said, softly, at last. On his tongue it sounded even darker and more dire than in my own mind. “Becky...take off your clothes.” 

I could feel my breath shuddering as I unbuttoned my blouse and peeled off my skirt. 

“Everything,” he ordered, his voice like stone. “Then get back on your knees.” 

I did as I was told, my skin prickling with goose bumps despite the heat. I could feel their eyes on me. 

Carl slid a hand over my cheek, his touch somehow rough and tender at the same time. 

“I’ll go easy on you,” he said at last. “Hell, most men wouldn’t have let you leave ‘em once before they’d claimed you properly.” His gaze connected with Jamie behind me, as if rebuking him. 

“I thought I wouldn’t be like them, not with you. But it seems that a man’s got to make a claim to what belongs to him,” he said, slowly. “And a woman in your position has got to learn to take it.” 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emme Salt
• Release date: May 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507026205

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CURVES AND SPURS: CLAIMING REBECCA

Emme Salt

Curves and Spurs: Claiming Rebecca (Book Two) © February 23, 2015 by Emme Salt

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PREVIEW

Consequences.

All my life I’d been lectured about consequences of one kind or another. I knew that everything had its price.

And now, I had to pay.

I was kneeling on the floor in front of Carl, my eyes lowered. The door of my bedroom was locked, the shades over the window lowered...only he and Jamie were there to witness my shame and my punishment.

Jamie was behind me, his back casually propped up against the door, as if they thought I might try and make a run for it. Carl stood at the foot of my bed, towering over me.

Consequences, he said, softly, at last. On his tongue it sounded even darker and more dire than in my own mind. Becky...take off your clothes.

I could feel my breath shuddering as I unbuttoned my blouse and peeled off my skirt.

Everything, he ordered, his voice like stone. Then get back on your knees.

I did as I was told, my skin prickling with goose bumps despite the heat. I could feel their eyes on me.

Carl slid a hand over my cheek, his touch somehow rough and tender at the same time.

I’ll go easy on you, he said at last. Some men here...they would have beaten you for what you tried to do. Hell, most men wouldn’t have let you leave ‘em once before they’d claimed you properly. His gaze connected with Jamie behind me, as if rebuking him.

I thought I wouldn’t be like them, not with you. But it seems that a man’s got to make a claim to what belongs to him, he said, slowly. And a woman in your position has got to learn to take it.

A shiver shot down my spine as his eyes raked over me. My goodness, isn’t she delicious, just like this, he said to Jamie. He bent down on one knee and tipped my chin to him. You realize, Becky...this is for your own good.

He kissed me then—right in front of Jamie!—his lips warm but tight, as if he was holding himself back. I couldn’t help but to melt, letting him kiss me deep, his tongue nudging my mouth open. His hands trailed over my bare shoulders, sliding down my arms.

The tenderness was utterly unexpected. What is he going to do to me?

He gathered my heavy, soft breasts in his hands and gently rubbed his thumb over my nipples. I twitched as I felt them stiffen. Now was not the time to feel aroused, but Carl’s touch was slow and sure, as if he knew how to make me wet even against my will. Even if coming for him was the last thing I wanted to do, at that