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Cassie's Birthday Wish by Lynn Chantale

Would you do anything? #MFRWhooks

Cassie loves Cole and cherishes her relationship with the sexy rancher, but her heart also yearns for, Seth, the ranch manager.

Cole has held Cassie’s heart for a very long time, and will do anything to keep her happy. But will a threesome with Seth be too much?

 


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Cassie Rivers stared out the office window with a sigh. Just in the distance, beyond the creaky wooden steps of the back porch, right at the edge of her vegetable garden, Seth Carson, pushed a mower. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and held her breath as Seth pulled his sweat soaked t-shirt over his head and draped it over the handle of the mower.

 
Thick corded muscles rippled in his arms when he resumed cutting the grass. This wasn’t the first time Cassie watched — or rather lusted after the sexy ranch manager. It reminded her of the first time she saw him, six months prior. Cole hired him, while she was away for a weekend of relaxation. She hadn’t expected an instant attraction to the man, or that he would fit so nicely into their lives.

He had chocolate brown curls,  that were now slicked to his head and a tanned torso that made her long to be held in his embrace.

 

The bottom half of him was drool worthy as well. Faded denim hugged powerful legs and thighs. She envied how the fabric was able to caress his hard buttocks. Seth turned, and as if knowing she were watching, lifted a hand in greeting.

 

She had her own work that needed tending, a stack of receipts and invoices that had to be reconciled and paid. She let the curtain drop back in place.

 

Cassie turned and screamed.

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Cassie's Birthday Wish by Lynn Chantale

“That is not a mouse.” #MFRWhooks

Cassie's Birthday Wish by Lynn Chantale

 

Cassie loves Cole and cherishes her relationship with the sexy rancher, but her heart also yearns for, Seth, the ranch manager.

 

Cole has held Cassie’s heart for a very long time, and will do anything to keep her happy. But will a threesome with Seth be too much?  

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She shoved against his chest. “That is not a mouse.”

 

Seth squeezed by the couple and Cassie admired his naked torso. “In her defense, Cole, it’s a big, nasty rat.”
 
From her perch on the desk and behind Cole, Cassie peered above Cole’s head in time to see Seth bend to scoop the dead animal in a plastic bag. The gray and white tiger stripe Cassie kept as a pet, swiped at Seth’s gloved hand.
 
Seth took it all in stride, even battling with the cat a few moments over its prize. “Sorry Ripper, but you can’t keep bringing your treasures for our Cassie to praise you over. She’s squeamish about such things.”
 
With Cole’s help, Cassie hopped off the desk. Seth’s teasing pricked her feminine pride. “I’m not squeamish, I just don’t like dead rodents.”
 
Seth shoved the open bag toward her. The dying rat moved on its own volition. She squealed, then ducked under Cole’s arm to escape.
 
“It’s still alive!” she said with a shriek.
 
Cole grasped her wrist and pushed her behind him. “Barely, Cassie girl.”
 
“I can let Ripper finish him off, if you like?” Seth offered, with a husky laugh.
 
“C’mon Seth. You’ve had your fun,” Cole said.
 
“Take that filthy thing outta here. And wash your hands twice before you come back in.”
 
Seth laughed. “Honey, I’m wearing gloves.”
 
“Then burn them.”
 
His robust laughter floated through the office as he carried the rodent to the trash heap. The cat meowed its protest, then rubbed against Cassie’s legs. She untangled from Cole, intending to give the animal a consolation treat.
 
Cole retained his grip. She faced him, expectantly.
 
“Some days I wonder what you see in him,” Cole said.
 
Cassie shook her head. This wasn’t the first Cole said that. Sometimes it was tinged with jealousy other times, like now, it held a note of pure curiosity. “He brings me the same pleasure and fulfillment in life that you do.”
 
And that was the truth. She always had the capacity to love, and Cole was her first love, but the need was sated when Seth entered both of their lives. She couldn’t imagine living without either of them.

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Subservient – Sin-Eaters Book 1: Pride #MFRWHooks

Pride (Sin-Eaters Book 1)

Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.

 

Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.

 

Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.

 

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Huemac stared at the piece of parchment in his hand. A servant had delivered it some fifteen minutes past. It was a formal invitation to dinner with the royal family. He sneered at the gold-embossed writing. Summoned as if he were a subservient being.

 

He tossed the invitation aside, having already given his affirmative reply to the servant. With a glance over his shoulder to ensure the door was closed and locked, he glided to a wooden-and-brass chest at the end of his bed. He shoved it aside with a grunt. Next. he grasped the lip of one of the massive stones that made up the floor. Sweat beaded then rolled down his face from the effort.  He hefted the stone with a grinding sound. His muscles quivered, but he set the rock aside in front of the chest. Huemac knelt, then placed his arm in the floor opening all the way up to his shoulder. After a moment of probing the damp, cool space his fingers closed around a bundle of cloth. He pulled the object out, then sat back.

 

He unrolled the cotton with great care to reveal a dagger in a worn leather sheath. Emeralds, rubies, and opals adorned the gold hilt. He pulled the blade free. The honed metal glinted dully in the light with a dim glow. An ominous moan reverberated around the room. The sound raised the hairs on the back of his neck and set his teeth on edge. It seeped around and through him, drawing him closer to the dagger’s razor-sharp edge. He sheathed it with a snap. The mournful song stopped. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He needed to find the incantation that would allow him to control the knife. Without those precious words, he would be as susceptible as the other gods.

 

Perhaps he would use his dinner invitation to peruse the library once more.

 

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Huemac could not keep his gaze from Metztli over dinner. Even though Moctezuma sat at the head of the table, Huemac could not stop staring. She seemed to have grown more radiant and beautiful since he last saw her. Her dark wavy tresses were pinned in a complicated updo of braids and coils that left her long graceful neck exposed. Her only jewelry was a glittering blood-red ruby choker which sat at the hollow of her throat.

 

He longed to explore the long column with butterfly kisses and soft bites. Gripping his water goblet a little tighter, he reminded himself that now was not the time to indulge in such lurid thoughts. He brought the glass to his lips and drank. The coolness washing across his tongue helped settle him but did not abate the hardness between his legs.

 

“I understand that my sister has requested you as part of her personal guard,” Moctezuma began offhandedly. “This is a much-coveted position.”

 
Huemac pretended not to see the dark glare Metztli shot Moctezuma. “Indeed, Lord Emperor. It is a testament of the trust and faith the princess has in me.” He allowed pride and arrogance to flow through his voice.

 

Moctezuma merely smiled. “Please do not stand on formality, old friend. I am rather pleased Metztli has requested you.” 

Huemac coughed in surprise. He made the mistake of glancing directly into Moctezuma’s eyes and once more experienced the sensation of falling. With great effort, he looked away. Had the emperor seen anything?

 

Moctezuma frowned, then rubbed his temples. “I will be speaking with Tialoc about the reassignment once he returns.”

 

Hope that had nothing to do with his own plot soared through Huemac. Once more he wondered if he were merely using Metztli as a means to an end of if he truly had feelings for her. “And when will that be?”

 

Moctezuma stared at a point beyond Metztli’s shoulder. “Three days’ time. In the meantime, I have spoken with Xochiti to lighten your duties so that the two of you may be permitted some time here and there.”
 
 

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