Saving Grace: Western Menage Series, #1

By Samantha Madisen

"Well, it's in the tradition, in our heritage that two men marry with one woman. That two men discipline and train her to be a good and obedient wife, that two men work to keep her in a good and comfortable home, and that two men make sure her needs are attended to. In kind, the woman submits to both men's will, does their bidding and lies with both..." 

When Grace wakes up on the floor of her ranch house with a pounding headache to find her house has been robbed and ransacked, she knows she's in for a lecture from the Doc. Ever since her Pa died she's been living on her own trying to make ends meet. 

Grace's Pa asked the Doc to look out for her before he passed, but the Doc's had enough of Grace's stubbornness. The robbery is the final straw and he tells Grace that he's arranged for her to marry the Sheriff Sam Spencer, so she'll have a proper man to watch over her. 

But Grace has never liked Sam and tells him and the Doc as much, in no uncertain terms. When Sam rides after her into the night the two find themselves arguing on the dark dirt road just outside of town. 

Cole and Austin, new to town and camping by the river, hear the argument and intervene. When the Sheriff decides he's had enough of Grace himself, she's left with the two strange men on the road. Enchanted by the beautiful curvy woman, the two men decide that night, that she'll be theirs. 

Grace feels just as strongly about the two cowboys as they feel about her. She can't believe the strange tradition the men keep of marrying a single woman. But when they propose, she can't say no and the three soon find themselves as men and wife. 

Only after the nuptials are over does Grace begin to understand what it means to be bride to the two handsome cowboys. Not only do they insist that she submit to the Doc for regular examinations, but they begin training her body to do things she'd never dreamed of and spanking her soundly if she doesn't obey. 

Grace is ashamed at the ways she's displayed so publicly by the two men. Will she be able to put her pride aside and become the wife the two desire? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
• Release date: Aug 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516358892

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Western Menage Series

by Samantha Madisen

Copyright 2015 Samantha Madisen

Thirteenth Line Publications

This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely conincidental.

All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Robbed

Chapter 2: Doc's Decision

Chapter 3: Strangers on a dusty road

Chapter 4: House guests

Chapter 5: A sleepless night

Chapter 6: The proposal

Chapter 7: Shotgun wedding

Chapter 8: A firm hand

Chapter 9: First night

Chapter 10: Cole

Chapter 11: First training

Chapter 12: Examined

Chapter 13: Displayed

Chapter 1: Robbed

He had me pressed up against the barn. My pulse was thundering in my body. I'd never felt a man this close to me before. I'd never felt a man's heat so close to my skin. Or his...stiffness pushing at the cotton of his trousers.

I knew I'd be in trouble if Pa caught us. He knew it too but that look in his eyes meant he couldn't help himself.

I was hot and slippery between the legs as his hands started hiking my skirt up. I looked at his face. I'd only ever seen him from far away. Riding out towards the back fields to mend fences with Pa. Or on his way into the barn. But I'd seen him looking at me, stealing glances when Pa wasn't looking. And every time he did my core got tight and I'd feel the same heat between my legs I felt now.

When I looked him in the eye, I could tell he felt the same heat I did. When he undid his trousers and pulled himself out, that long, thick, veiny shaft, it's round, red head straining to be inside me. I looked up again and felt my legs spread slightly.

Please let there be time...please let no one see...

I opened my eyes and saw the floorboards of the house. A few feet away, broken dishes. The front door was open. The hinges creaking, it swung back and forth in the wind. Every few swings it would hit the wall with a loud thud. Pushing myself up I looked around the rest of the room, echoes of the dream I'd been in still resonating through my body.

The table was overturned. The chairs too. Broken dishes. Open drawers. I'd been robbed.

Then it hit me. Now it was my pulse thundering in my head and when I reached up and touched the sore spot, the throbbing just got worse. When I brought my hand down, my finger was red with blood and I wondered how long I'd been lying there, bleeding out onto the floor, unconscious. The thought did occur to me in a rush of fear, that I was some lucky to be alive at all. From there my mind raced to the other possibility of what might have happened and I quickly pulled up the dress I was wearing and put a hand between my legs. But it seemed that nothing was disturbed down there as far as I could tell.

Looking around at the place you would have thought there'd been a tornado. The long wooden table and all its chairs had been knocked over, the old china hutch in the corner pulled down, drawers opened everywhere, cupboards too, and a window broken with the white curtain flapping outside in the sunny breeze. Whoever had done this had made quite a job of it and it seemed like they hadn't left a single thing. Dragging myself up off the floor I walked into the kitchen to check the damage there. Sure enough, things were just as bad.

It couldn't have just been one man, from the looks of things. Seemed like the only thing left was the old wooden bucket we used for the well water but even that had been kicked over, its contents spilled on the floor.

They'd even taken the cutlery. I don't know why that set me off, the fact that now I had to eat with my hands, that is if I could afford to eat at all.

Dammit! I screamed to nobody in particular and I heard my voice carry out the broken window and bounce up the hills and towards the mountains. The sting of hot tears began to burn behind my eyes but I'd be damned if I was gonna let a bunch of thugs taking my things make me start weeping. Looking around at that house though, the house my daddy raised me in, in that kind of state sure brought me closer to it than I'd come before.

I'd been selling things here and there to stay afloat. Times had been tough since daddy had passed a few months back. I'd had probably a dozen or so men come and propose but that was the last thing I wanted. I'd had the Sheriff come around I don't know how many times and tell me that it wasn't right for a twenty year old woman to be living up her all by herself. I had a feeling he had his eye on me too. Would have made a nice addition to his property, this whole ranch would have.

But as far as I was concerned he was not the fashion of a man I was looking for. Trying to con us out of this land every chance he got when daddy was still alive. Sore on the eyes too old and too greedy. My friend Rebecca would tease me all the time about marrying the Sheriff and staying a virgin my whole life because he was too old to...

Rebecca. Always talking nonsense.

There was a bit of well water left in a bucket on the floor so I cleaned up as best I could and went outside to see what the damage was like out there. That was no pretty sight either.

The barn doors were wide open and my heart jumped at the possibility they'd taken the horses too. I broke into a run as soon as I'd seen that and ran the rest of the way until I was standing at the barn and looking inside. Empty. My heart sank and I felt myself start to slouch as I thought of what this meant. There was nothing left. Nothing left to sell. Nothing left to live off of. This meant I was going to have to sell the land. My heart swelled a bit and I felt those same tears from the kitchen well up with it and a choke at my throat.

This was going to be the end of this whole dream that daddy had.

He'd raised me almost as if I were a boy, to the ire of some who constantly had to tell him what he should be doing different. I reckon he'd always wanted a son but never said as much. Then when mama died he swore off women, well, except for me. I remember from that day he said that I was gonna learn how to run a ranch if it killed him. If it killed him. The memory of him mingled with the shame I felt at letting him down and it made it all the harder not to cry.

The hard clatter of hooves on the barn floor made me look up with a start, made my heart jump and my eyes widen, trying to peer deep into the corners of the dark barn. Destiny's huge shape came into view as the massive animal walked towards me. I almost took a step back but my daddy had taught me better than to back down from a horse who thought it was boss. So I puffed out my chest as I could. I won't lie that I did take some pride in the size of my bosom, and the horse stopped a few feet away, nodding its head and pawing at the ground.

Of course they left you, I muttered, shaking my head. I couldn't help but smile at what Destiny had done when those damned thieves tried to get at him. I walked up slow and careful and put a hand on his nose to stop his head from swaying. Oh you poor thing, they got you good and scared, didn't they? Destiny gave another nod, almost as if he were saying yes.

Destiny was my daddy's favourite horse. Mine too. Only trouble was, no one could ride him. Oh, I tried now and again, but that was one horse that was stubborn as a mule. Wouldn't take a rider for a bucket full of apples. I think that's why daddy liked him, he always did appreciate a creature with an opinion.

I don't know what got into my head right then and there. Maybe the knock on the noggin' I'd received had shaken something up in there, but standing in that barn looking at that horse I decided that would be a great time to try and get a saddle on him and ride him into town. Well the choice was either that or walking, so why not?

Okay big feller, you and me are gonna try something and you're gonna act like the gentleman I know you can be. What do you say?

He just kind of looked at me with a wide eye, probably trying to tell me I was crazy. Well I managed to get a blanket on him, that was a step in the right direction. But as soon as that stubborn stallion started pawing at the ground again and gave me a couple of snorts my way like he was letting me know to stay well enough away. Come on now you big dumb horse, I said as calmly as I could, walking towards him with big leather saddle. With how high he was, I wasn't even sure I could reach to get the saddle onto him, much less get myself on. Turned out there was no need to even try. Soon as I got a few feet from him that horse bolted out of that barn faster'n lightning in a summer storm.

Looked like I