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  In The Lady Makes Three, take two hot-for-each-other cowboys, add one love-hungry, eager cowgirl, and what do you get? Three people who dare to overcome their fears, defy convention and take the wildest ride of their lives.

  In Wanton Wager, Jonathan and James offer Tabitha a bet she can’t refuse. But as she gladly pays the price for her wanton wager, others lay odds they can throw the game. Will the past hold her back? Or does she dare to gamble it all for the chance of a two-for-one happy ending?

  In Cowboy Cravings, Annie Rutherford came west seeking a new life, never dreaming lust and love would be part of the mix. The cravings cowboys Jessie Conrad and Grant Douglas incite are fierce – but the men soon prove they are more than up to the task of satisfying Annie’s hunger.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 171,232 words

  MORGAN ASHBURY’S SPECIAL

  COWBOY MÉNAGE COLLECTION

  The Lady Makes Three

  Wanton Wager

  Cowboy Cravings

  Morgan Ashbury

  

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  MORGAN ASHBURY’S SPECIAL COWBOY MÉNAGE COLLECTION

  The Lady Makes Three

  Wanton Wager

  Cowboy Cravings

  Copyright © 2018 by Morgan Ashbury

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-977-3

  First Publication: February 2018

  The Lady Makes Three

  Wanton Wager

  Cowboy Cravings

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  DEDICATIONS

  The Lady Makes Three

  To my Sister Sirens Emma and Lara, for believing I could; and to James Angus, who kept me honest.

  Wanton Wager

  To David. Thank you for your continued support of this dream of mine.

  Cowboy Cravings

  As ever, to my biggest fan, David.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Morgan has been a writer since she was first able to pick up a pen. In the beginning it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.

  Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule: thou shalt not throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.

  Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.

  Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple by-pass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing: writing full time. “I can’t tell you how much I love what I do. I am truly blessed.”

  Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that human kind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.

  Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling – though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.

  Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario, Canada with a cat that has an attitude, a dog that has no dignity, and her husband of thirty-eight years, David.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedications

  About the Author

  The Lady Makes Three Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Wanton Wager Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Cowboy Cravings Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Landmarks

  Cover

  The Lady Makes Three

  Colorado ranch owner Maddy Dalton knows all about being in charge. For the last ten years every decision, every burden has rested squarely on her shoulders. Sure, she's lonely, and longs to love and be loved, but she doesn't see how she can take on a man without losing control of her ranch or her life.

  Lucas Calhoun has been the foreman of the Rocking D for nearly half his life, and he's had a soft spot for Maddy for nearly just as long. But he's harboring a secret: images of sexy, rugged men turn him on, too. How can he make a move on Maddy when he doesn't feel free to commit to her all the way?

  Comfortable with his bi-sexuality, cowboy Chase Reynolds wants a home, but there'
s a catch. His ideal scenario features a wife and a husband. Recognizing the suppressed longing in both Maddy and Lucas, Chase decides that bold action is needed. But it's not without risk. Having loved and lost badly in the past, Chase is leery losing his heart.

  Can these three people learn to find themselves, trust their hearts, and make a family? And can they survive the danger that threatens them all?

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre/Western/Cowboys

  Length: 59,082 words

  THE LADY MAKES THREE

  MORGAN ASHBURY

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Naked arousal bucked her from sleep to wakefulness in a single heartbeat.

  Maddy Dalton tossed the blankets aside and dropped her feet to the floor. Breath choppy, head bowed, she struggled to rein in her horniness. Moonlight spilled through the window, soft light pooling on every surface, making the perspiration on her arms and breasts glisten. Another kind of moisture altogether slicked her sex.

  Bare wisps of the dream remained, phantom images teasing of their presence and even though she knew it was a mistake, she struggled to recall them, see them, feel them.

  Masculine flesh rippling with muscle. A touch. A taste. As these hints kissed her mind, Maddy’s nerve endings tingled in remembered pleasure. Closing her eyes, she slid, supine, back onto the tumbled sheets, back toward the dream.

  As her hand reached down and stroked her feminine flesh, it was joined by another, masculine one. The caress of work-roughened fingers over the fullness of her breasts peaked her nipples, turning them to pebbled points. A masculine grunt of smug pleasure preceded forefinger and thumb capturing one nipple, pinching hard.

  The pain, sharply exquisite, bowed her off the bed. She whimpered as arousal spiked higher, sending tiny lightning bolts from her core along every inch of her skin. Helpless against the sensation, she spread her legs wide—invitation and surrender combined. Strong fingers found sensitive folds, delved into moisture, reaching deep. Stoke after stroke stoked fires, fed the hunger, but somehow never quite sated it. Maddy stretched her body taut, rolling her hips to meet the thrusts, striving higher and harder until she nearly cried out in desperation. Needing more, craving a strong touch everywhere, her wish was granted as hands caressed and claimed breasts and belly, while fingers skittered along the crack of her ass, teased and yet continued to plunge within her, all at the same time.

  It burst, a sharp and bright bubble of orgasm, some but not all, good, but not good enough, never quite good enough.

  Tiny shivers coursed through her. Limp, exhausted, her right hand stayed where it sprawled nearly lifeless, nestled on top of the curls that covered her sex.

  Her eyes flicked to the bedside clock even as she sensed she had no time left to return to sleep. No time left to think about the aching emptiness that lived inside her—had lived inside her for what seemed like forever. Dawn would be breaking soon, the dawn of a new day. It would be another in a string of new days that never seemed to change, an infinite dawning of sameness that made up her existence. Get over it, Maddy thought as she moved her head back and forth on her pillow. She had an existence, she didn’t have a life.

  Annoyed at the maudlin turn of her thoughts, Maddy once more put her feet on the floor, this time completing the momentum and getting out of bed. She needed a shower—hot, steamy and now. Blistering, beating water would chase useless fantasies and even more useless self-pity down the drain, where they belonged. She had to get a move on.

  The ranch needed her. Always, the ranch needed her.

  * * * *

  Dawn crept toward the horizon, and the world outside the window appeared a little less dark than just a few minutes before. The scent of sausage and flapjacks filled the air, mingling with the ever present aroma of coffee. For the residents of the Circle D ranch, three hundred miles southwest of Denver Colorado, another day had already begun.

  The screen door banged shut and Lucas Calhoun took his time looking up from his coffee. He knew who’d just come into the bunkhouse, of course. He had, in fact, been waiting for her. That’s why he took his time, turned his head only after one of the other hands greeted the new arrival. Where Maddy was concerned, he found it harder each day to keep his emotions in check.

  “Morning, boss,” Bill called out, his voice cigarette-hoarse.

  “Morning, Bill. Men.”

  Maddy’s greeting sounded a little strained. Lucas couldn’t keep his eyes from drinking in her presence like a parched man. Shadows darkened the delicate flesh under her eyes and tiredness draped over her slender frame, a weariness that seemed heavier now than it had six months before when she’d not only been running the Circle D but caring for her ailing father as well.

  But old Robert Dalton had been gone these last few months, and Maddy’s load should have been easier for her to bear. He knew what a strain the sire had placed on the filly. It bothered him she looked so battered. He wished he had the right to go to her, take her into his arms and simply soothe the burden away.

  He didn’t have that right, more, he would likely never have it and sure as hell didn’t deserve to, either. Sensing eyes on him, he looked up and into the clear blue-eyed gaze of the ranch’s newest official employee and honorary prodigal son, Chase Reynolds.

  Telling himself the emotions that fired to life within him at Chase’s close scrutiny were merely discomfort at being caught wool gathering, Lucas reached for the coffee pot Bill had set on the table and poured himself another cup. Then he poured some of the brew into the cup at the empty spot next to him as well.

  “Come have some joe, Maddy, and tell us what you want done today.”

  Maddy pulled out the chair next to him and sat down at the same time Chase settled himself directly across from them both.

  “Thanks, Luc. Settling in all right, Chase? Taken a few walks down memory lane, yet?”

  Maddy’s tone held a slight edge of teasing, the standard tone used by most everyone at the dinner table.

  Chase had officially been added to the staff a couple of days before, but he was no stranger to Lucas, Maddy, or the ranch. A quiet boy of ten when his father, Vic Reynolds, had been hired on some twenty years before, Chase had grown up on the Circle D. It wasn’t a usual kind of thing, to find a ranch hand traveling the country looking for work with a child in tow. But Chase’s mother had just died the winter before, and there’d been no other family for the boy to go to.

  Since Lucas had the entire foreman’s house to himself, and because the bunkhouse didn’t qualify as a good environment for a child, he’d invited Vic and Chase to move in with him. Vic had been an okay worker, though not an industrious one. Lucas might have fired his ass if he hadn’t taken such a liking to young Chase.

  When Chase turned sixteen, Vic had up and quit. No one much cared if they saw the back of the father, but they all regretted Chase’s departure.

  Now he’d returned, a man fully grown, and from what Lucas had seen so far strong of back and smart of brain.

  Lucas turned his focus back to the conversation.

  “Settled in just fine, Maddy, thanks. Place hasn’t changed much, that’s for sure. Well, except I can’t go up to the house and play checkers with Mr. D. That used to be one of the highlights of my day, growing up here. I was sorry to hear he’d passed.”

  Lucas noted the look of gratitude on Maddy’s face for Chase’s kind words. Robert Dalton had been a son-of-a-bitch to most people, including Maddy. But she’d loved the old bastard anyway. And for reasons the old man had never explained, he’d taken a liking to Chase. Lucas secretly suspected that he looked on the young boy as a second chance, in some ways. He’d only ever had one child—Maddy—and no doubt some part of him had pined for a son to carry on after him. Stupid bastard. Maddy had grown into a finer person, a harder worker, and a better daughter than Dalton had had any right to expect.

  Lucas waited for the platter of sausages and jacks that Bill had just set down to be passed around. Bill Campbell—who
pitched in with the horses when he wasn’t cooking—himself and Chase made up the ‘originals’ on the ranch, if such a term applied. The other two men, Pat and Charlie, had hired on about three years before. In the busy season, Maddy would take on extra men, temporary workers. There never seemed to be a shortage of cowboys drifting by, looking for a few weeks work. Branding season had just passed, and an early heat wave had struck. The five of them plus Maddy made for plenty of hands to get things done until the fall.

  “I rode passed the hay field yesterday. Crop looks to have taken a good hold. If the weather gods are kind, we should end up with plenty to feed the horses over winter.”

  Lucas tuned in to ranch business. “Thought the same myself. I also thought that with Chase here now, it’s not out of the question to run over to Gunnison for whatever supplies we need.”

  “Something wrong with the Seed & Feed in Marshville?” Chase asked.

  “Nuthin’ ‘cepting that fancy pants Kevin Marsh thinking he’s entitled to come round sniffin’ at Miss Maddy.” Bill’s succinct explanation came filtered through a mouthful of food. Bill was a fine cook and a good hand, but had no table manners to speak of.

  Lucas tried to interpret the sharp look Chase shot him just then. Hell, I’m no good at that sort of thing, reading people’s expressions. He knew enough when someone spouted bullshit, and he could generally tell if someone became really pissed at him, but that spelled the limit of his people reading skills. And Kevin Marsh, in Lucas’s estimation, was drowning in the former. He turned to look at Maddy as she began to fill Chase in.