Filthy Twin Cowboys: A Forbidden Romance

By S.E. Law

Juniper:

I’m a good girl who has a very particular itch to scratch

That includes being naughty … with two men.

One night, I meet a pair of gorgeous cowboys who are also identical twins.

They’re bronzed and enormous, with square jaws and huge ten-gallon accessories.

Names?

Please, girlfriend. This isn’t that type of relationship.

But now, I’m expecting the cowboys’ baby.


Shane:

Juniper’s a curvy girl with a bad attitude.

The sassy woman thinks she knows everything.

But here, at the Lazy R, there’s only way to play this game: our way.

My twin brother and I will teach the saucy girl a lesson, and that lesson ends with hard labor …

… as she goes into labor delivering our child!


Pick your jaw up off the ground because Juniper’s the type of heroine who goes for it! Our curvy girl is sassy, feisty, and she gets the ultimate gift at the end: a baby! But will she find love with her twin cowboys, or is their type of lesson too hot to handle? Read and find out! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Law Romance Author
• Release date: Jun 6, 2021

Book preview

1

Juniper

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Itry to contain my eye rolling, but it’s hard. My parents are sitting across from me at the dinner table, droning on and on about how I’ll learn so much at this year-long program located on a dude ranch in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming.

And that’s saying something, I think to myself with a smirk.

I’ve lived in Lake Puckett my entire life and the only good thing about my hometown is that we recently got a back-up generator for storm season.

Meanwhile, the place my parents are shipping me off to is even more desolate than my hometown. The Lazy R isn’t just a ranch; it’s a reform program for troubled young women like me. So instead of spending my final year of high school at home among my friends, my mom and dad have determined that I need to ‘get my act together’ and ‘grow up into the person they know I can be.’ What does that even mean?

Juniper, my mom’s soft voice disrupts my internal musings. I know you’re eighteen, but your father and I are both pleased that you’ve agreed to this option.

That being said, my dad’s voice booms throughout our tiny kitchen, "you may technically be an adult, but you’re our daughter, and you will learn to behave before we let you out into the world."

My parents – Jim and Jana Rossi – are what some people might call the salt of the earth. They are the kind of folks who have worked hard their entire lives to see that my own life turns out better than their own. They claim this decision to send me away is for my own good, but I have the feeling that part of their motivation is at least partially selfish: they don’t know how to cope with the fact that I’m not the perfect little girl they so desperately want me to be. They wish I were interested in Miss Rodeo pageants and baking cookies for our local fair, but let’s just say my tastes run more dangerous.

Look, I agreed to this program on a trial basis, I remind them sharply, and also because it was this or juvie.

At the mention of juvenile detention, my mom clutches her dinner napkin to her mouth and whimpers softly.

You’re upsetting your mother, Jim warns me. Cut it out right now, Junie. I’m not going to ask twice.

I sigh deeply and lean back in my chair, hating that I keep having this conversation with them. It’s like being stuck in Groundhog Day over and over again, and it’s exhausting. In my heart, I know my mom and dad mean well. I also know that I’ve never felt like they truly understood nor appreciated me. I may not be the best student academically, but I try. More importantly, I’m not the delinquent my school record seems to indicate.

I try to not-so-subtly remind them of this detail for the hundredth time, tired of their lecturing. "You know, Tammie Mae asked me to put that match in her locker. I was only being a good friend, I say wearily. It’s not my fault she wanted the attention and couldn’t figure out how to get it for herself."

Unfortunately, my parents seem to have become immune to my charms and equally tired of this conversation.

It was reckless and childish behavior, my dad says tightly, refusing to look in my eye. You’re lucky the punishment wasn’t more severe. You could have burned down the whole school.

That would hardly be an accomplishment, considering the building used to be a barn, I snap back.

Okay, truce, my mom, ever the peacemaker, holds a hand up in front of each of us. Jim, we’ve talked about this enough, and what Juniper did is in the past. Juniper, you attending this program is the only way forward. End of debate.

My dad and I sit across from each other, both still fuming. I wish I didn’t look like him so much, but unfortunately, I know the family resemblance is strong.

Mom’s right, I offer in a steady voice, biting the inside of my cheek to control my anger. I don’t want to keep re-living this fight.

Agreed, my dad says quietly. I look at the older man, who seems smaller than he ever has before. Has he shrunk with age? Although Jim has a booming voice, I know that the man has a soft spot for me, even when I mess things up. To be honest, I hate that I keep disappointing him.

All right then, my mom says in a chipper tone. Juniper, aren’t you going to spend the night with Bess tonight?

I nod at the half-truth, half-lie. Yep, I told her I’d get over there around eight o’clock or so. That part is true. I am going to spend the night at my best friend’s house, but my parents don’t know that we’re planning to have a wild night out over at Skye One – one of the few local bars that doesn’t check IDs.

Help me clean up first and then you can head out, Jana says with a smile.

Obediently, I start stacking the dirty dinner dishes and take them to the kitchen. As I’m waiting for the sink to fill with suds, I realize that in about a week, I won’t be participating in this timeless household ritual with my parents: Mom and I take care of the dishes and cleanup while my dad takes out the trash and locks up the house. I glance over at my mom – a lovely woman with long brown hair and a soft, kind face.

I’m going to miss you, Mom, I say genuinely over the din of the faucet. She merely smiles back at me, but my heart warms anyways.

Once we’ve finished our chores, I head toward my bedroom to pack a few things that I’ll need for my night with Bess.

My room is tiny and stuffed to the gills with my artwork. Sculptures adorn every surface, and paintings are hung edge-to-edge on the walls. After all, I have a knack for sketching and I’m surprisingly good at repurposing junk. As a result, most of my décor is handmade. I’m already lamenting the fact that I can’t bring any decorations with me to the Lazy R, but now is not the time to wallow.

I change clothes quickly, opting for a crop top with a scoop neck that dips dangerously low and a matching mini-skirt. I throw on a sweatshirt and long jacket to hide my outfit, and then take stock of my hair. As usual, my mess of thick brown hair is wild. I run a comb through the curls, but to no avail. I have a lion’s mane, and that’s that.

Shrugging, I stuff a few overnight essentials into my backpack and head to the front door.

You off? Mom asks me, eyeing my outfit with a slightly puzzled look.

I shrug it off. Yeah. I’ll be home around lunch time tomorrow, I say in a casual tone.

We stare at one another for a moment, and I can tell my mom is suspicious, but then she relents. With a sigh, Jana says, Well, have a good night then, sweetheart, and tell Bess hi.

I plant a quick kiss on my mom’s cheek and then pull on my boots. Before Mom can get another word in, I dash to the pickup truck and crank the engine. The old machine roars to life, and slowly, I make my way down our dark driveway in the direction of Bess’s house.

Hey girlfriend, she says, popping open the screen door as I pull up. You ready to go?

Yee-haw! I remark with a smile. Bess scrambles into my truck, and we take off under the starlit sky. It’s a beautiful night, and we fill the cab with gossip and giggles. But when we pull into the parking lot of Skye One, a transformation occurs. Bess and I pull off our outerwear to reveal scandalous outfits beneath. I hitch my skirt a little higher and my décolletage a little lower to show off my busty Double Ds. Bess is the same. She’s wearing a denim mini-dress, the laces so tight in the front that her boobies threaten to spill out. I giggle. We may be curvy girls, but we’re not afraid to show off our figures.

Then, we waltz into the club, the music pulsating. There’s a high-top table near the dance floor, and we glide over, taking the seats. People are jamming, chatting, and drinking excitedly. It’s too loud to really talk, but Bess and I try.

I take a long swig of my drink, enjoying its coolness against the heat of the bar, while Bess does the same.

I can’t believe they’re shipping you off, my friend says loudly over the music. It’s so uncool.

"Yeah, I know! And a dude ranch too. What were Jim and Jana thinking? I hate nature, I shout back in response, taking another long pull of my drink. It’s so bullshit. I have to work outside with like animals and crap. Literally, I’ll be knee deep in