To Have Faith, the third book in the Men of the Sprawling A Ranch series is live for your reading pleasure.
And yes, that is two men on the cover. I know. My mother was scandalized and my father just shook his head and said, "I don't ask."
So why did I write a menage romance? Well, it didn't start out that way. When the fellas on the ranch began to pester me to write their stories, Ben was one of the first to come to mind. I started to wonder about who he was as a man. He was the oldest ranch hand and had been on the ranch the longest. Hmm... early forties, six-foot plus, big, muscle-bound, and knows how to use a rope...he had to be into kink!
Yep, Ben was kinky. And being in a small town was not conducive to finding a willing partner, so Ben was convinced he'd die alone. Then Faith appeared and possibilities abounded. Now Colby on the other hand was just meant to add some excitement to Faith's instructions, but once the three of them got together, I couldn't imagine them apart. In my mind, the three of them made sense, and I hope you all see the same magic as I do and enjoy their story. :)
Ben Castillo was every woman’s fantasy. More precisely, Faith O’Leary’s fantasy. Tall, broad, and oh-so handsome, he had a deep voice, and big hands, and the best part of all – he was just as kinky as the rumors suggested. Even kinkier. When he agreed to help Faith explore her submissive nature, she mistakenly thought her biggest obstacle would be in getting Ben to believe her when she said she wasn’t going to walk away after his tutelage was over. Instead she finds herself facing the scorn of their conservative community when it’s discovered that their relationship also included time spent with his cute roommate Colby.
Ben was convinced his time with Faith was limited, and she’d move on to someone closer to her own age and settle down once she had her fun. The vicious gossip going around town is a sign for him to walk away from the woman he’s come to love, but Colby thinks Ben’s a fool, and will do whatever he can to ensure a happy ending. For all of them.
Ben’s knees threatened to buckle, and for a second, he was tempted to fall back into the chair in order to catch his breath.
There she was. Little Faith O’Leary. Standing before him in her pretty blue shirt and black mini-skirt, asking him to teach her how to be submissive. This had to be a dream.
But damn him, he wanted this to be real. He wanted her to be his. He wanted her on her knees with her mouth parted, ready to take his cock down her throat.
Fuck him to hell and back. What was he thinking? Faith deserved more than to be treated with such objectification. She deserved to be romanced, to be laid on a mattress with soft music, candlelight, and have sweet nothings whispered in her ear. With him, she’d get a hardwood floor, the bite of leather around her wrists, and filthy commands growled against her breasts.
Now that wasn’t to say a little down and dirty was a bad thing. Sure, he’d met his fair share of women who craved the darker passions like him, but Faith wasn’t one of them. She was too pure to be depraved.
But didn’t she make a tempting morsel, offering herself up to the devil with her big blue eyes, full pouty lips, and those pretty nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt, practically begging him to latch on and make her cry out in pleasure.
No. No. No. He blinked hard against the rush of desire that hardened his muscles and then some. He wouldn’t take what she thought she was willing to give.
As he opened his mouth to tell her she was misinformed about whatever gossip the rumor mill had churned out, her shoulders slumped, and a tinge of pink raced up her neck as her lips trembled in what looked like embarrassment.
Silly girl. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that a woman should never be embarrassed to ask for more, especially when it came to their sexuality. It was a struggle he heard many of his female friends in the BDSM community deliberate over and over again. For centuries women had been fighting the ideology that if they were meek in the bedroom, they were prudes, but if they demanded sexual fulfillment, they were whores. What the world needed to understand was they were human beings who deserved satisfaction just like their fellow men.
Faith had every right to take control of her sexuality. He just didn’t think he was the best person to guide her on her journey.
He swiped his hand over his face and sighed. “I’m more of a top than a Dom.”
A soft gasp parted her lips and the sparkle returned to her eyes. “Will you explain the difference?”
He sighed again and felt his throat grow tight. Where to begin?
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Until next time y'all!
Anna- The Super Diva