MFM Western Erotic Bundle

By Elle London, Lovillia Hearst and Vanessa Angel

These wild west bad boys show those timid city boys how it's done in this scorching bundle:

Texas Threesome

In the South West Texas town Emily grew up in, there isn’t much to do. Raised in a strict Christian family she has never even had sex and all the guys her age seem so immature. All that changes when the Black Riders, an infamous motorcycle gang, ride through town on their Harleys.

Wild, unpredictable and dangerous, she knows she should stay away but later that night she can’t help but sneak out and visit the local bar to see what’s going on... and unknowingly stumbles into the hands of men much more experienced than herself who waste no time talking her out of her clothes and into their arms!

Deflowered By The Stagecoach Robber

A trip to her uncle’s home takes a shocking twist for Lady Helen Carmichael when the coach she and her chaperone are traveling in are set upon by highwaymen.

Double Teamed By The Outlaws

When Sarah gets caught out by two wild outlaws while working as a sheriffs assistant, she doesn't know what to expect. Bound, gagged and placed on the back of a horse wasn't how she thought she would be leaving the quiet southern town.

As much as she wants to dislike them she can't deny they're handsome, charismatic and have a way of making her do things she never thought she would. After a few stiff whiskeys, can she resist when they both want to take her hard and without protection at the same time?

She just hopes her husband doesn't find out...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Bundles
• Release date: Sep 19, 2019

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ouble Teamed By The Outlaws

Elle London

Sarah carefully pulled out the casserole dish from the oven and placed it on the wooden surface, then hurried to the hall to answer the phone. She took of her oven mitts as she walked and then reached for the phone.

A few minutes later she replaced the receiver and patted her hair gently. On her way back to the kitchen she paused by the mirror which was hanging on the wall and stared deeply at her reflection. She dispassionately assessed what she saw. Mousy brown hair that was sticking to the side of her head because of the sweltering heat, dull grey eyes... she pursed her lips as she stared at her eyes, they were grey and she’d always thought that they looked like dishwater. She did not bother looking at her body; she already knew what she looked like. She heaved a sigh as she went back to the kitchen. There was no use wishing she were pretty.

If the man who is supposed to love you more than any other did not think that you were pretty then what hope did one have? She had long ago given up the thought of being pretty or of being a desirable woman. At that thought she could not help chuckling. By the time she’d had Annie, her second daughter, she had given up trying to look sexy for her husband and that was almost two decades ago. Annie, her youngest was already in college.

Sarah got busy clearing the kitchen and preparing for dinner. Lately she had been feeling restless, like she wanted to do more with her life. Mike, her husband was an insurance salesman and he was away more often than he was home. The kids were all grown and in college and she could not stand the thought of moldering away in the suburbs of El Paso and so she had gone out and done something about it.

The thought thrilled her as she remembered her phone call. She could not believe she had actually done it and that it had worked.

Just then she heard the sound of a car in the driveway and knew that Mike was back. She untied her apron and hung it on the hook behind the door. She began to walk to the door but then changed her mind. Instead she went to the kitchen nook and sat there. It was her favorite spot in the house because it looked out into her small garden where she grew her herbs and a few vegetables.

She was still sitting there when she heard the key turn and Mike enter the house.

Sarah...

She heard him call and did not answer. She could not explain what was going on inside of her. For more than twenty years she had met him at the door each time he came home and helped him out of his jacket. But not today...today she just wanted to sit by the breakfast nook in the kitchen and stare out the window.

Sarah I’m home.

His voice was closer now so she knew he was walking towards the kitchen and then she saw him.

Mike Carr was still good looking for his forty five years. He was tall, about an inch over six feet, but he was also quite broad and he had a little pouch on his belly. He had nice blue eyes and sandy hair that still curled. When they had first begun dating, she had been so grateful that he’d looked at her, and even after they had been married for a while, she still wondered why he had chosen her when he could have had anyone else.

Hey honey, didn’t you hear me come in?

Sarah smiled faintly, I did.

She could see the look of confusion in his eyes, but he just shrugged and turned to leave.

How was your day? She called.

He paused and turned back, Okay, I guess. Same old shit.

She nodded. I had a good day.

That’s fine, dear, he said.

She watched him walk away and then heard his steps on the stairs.

I got a job, she said increasing her voice so that it carried to the landing.

She heard his steps pause and then start again.

What? he had come back to the kitchen.

I said, I got a job, she repeated.

Doing what?

The mockery in his voice hurt, but she shook it off. As an assistant in the Sheriff’s office, she said.

There was a look of total shock on his face for a moment and then it turned red with fury, What the hell do you need a job for?

"What am I supposed