[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, older heroine, public exhibition, figging, HEA]
Wendy McCay is a forty-four-year-old mother of four grown children. She hides behind her widow status every time her wealthy neighbor, Wade Laweson, shows interest in her. He's a constant temptation, but she feels her time for love is over.
When she has to take on a boarder after a drought destroys her wheat crop, her control is tested having Jackson Taylor, a strapping, young rodeo rider, under her roof. He is impulsive, passionate, and makes her feel young again.
With both men turning on the charm, insisting she accept the wanton woman waiting to be freed, she's in for a losing battle. Will she be able to give her guarded heart over to both men and find a new happily ever after?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Whoa, cowboy! After fifty pages of teasing and almost-falling, I fell hard. Well, Wendy and I fell hard... when rodeo cowboy Jackson finally found the right way to approach the beautiful rancher, a woman fifteen years his senior. He had just wrenched her away from another man, and he felt very much the hero. Now, he had to confront Wendy as a real person, as a widowed mother of two near-grown daughters, a dog-hard-working rancher facing the ruin of her ranch who would accept nothing from any man.
Mmmm, Stacey Espino certainly knows how to pace the erotic shimmers and trembles and awakening tremors of a woman. Once you start Midlife Ménage, I promise you that you will not set it down casually and have to remind yourself to finish it later.
Wendy McCay is a fully-realized character. She is independent, tough, self-deprecating, lonely and scared. Jackson, only 29 years old, sees in her a woman with “history written on her skin and knowledge in her eyes.” Only trouble is--Wendy cannot seem to escape the prison she has made for herself, the cold isolation of widowhood, the determination to conquer the world on her own terms.
The muscular, handsome and cocky cowboy Jackson seems to have all the right ingredients to bring her out of her sexual igloo. But her neighbor Wade, another strong man who lives near her, has loved Wendy for fifteen years. He has the money, and he has the desire to help her. And besides, Wendy has been attracted to him for years, too. But she has been too bottled up to return more than a smile. She recognizes his love and even begins to fall for his hand outreached in a gesture of help, and more . . .
Which of these alpha males will win in the battle for Wendy? They have already admitted to each other that it will be a cock-fight, and may the hardest one win. In a surprising twist, the men decide to put up a unified front (so to speak), and finally Wendy is ready and eager to accept both sensual men--not one at a time, or on alternate nights, but at the same time.
The resulting ménage is hard-core hot and sex-plosive, leaving nothing at all to the imagination. But the fact that the main character is a sympathetic and appealing woman makes the reader almost enter into her pleasure zones. That’s a trick that Espino has pulled off superbly, making us feel very good indeed when at last we close the book on her happily-ever-after.
My rating is really a 4.5, but there is no option for half-way measures on the rating scale!
5 STARS: "MIDLIFE MENAGE runs the age gamut from thirty to fifty. It features two sexy cowboys, a soon to be empty nest mom, and sizzling hot ménage sex. Ms. Espino writes with such feeling that the story just jumps off the page. I especially liked the way she crafts Wendy's character with such feeling that it was like watching a rose unfold over the course of the novel. Wow, now I have to go read books one to four!" -- Tiffy, The Romance Reviews
4.5 STARS: "This story is filled to the max with sexy cowboys, uninhibited sex, and romance that makes it seriously easy to fall in love with. Not only the characters, but the story as well. I can honestly say by the end of the book, I was in love like I've never been before! I first heard the description, "buckle bunnies" I think in a Nora Roberts a few years back. I still chuckle when I come across it. Just had to interrupt this review to say I enjoyed the laugh again. This book could be described as a novel about a still grieving widow of 15 years finding unconventional love in the arms of two sexy cowboys. I just love a romance that is so different then the norm. This one is a winner! I also like the fact that she is in her forties. It goes to show you don't have to be young to find true love; you just have to be alive. All in all, it was fantastic! Good job, Ms. Espino." --Sarah, Sarah's Point of View
ADULT EXCERPT
When he returned to the bedroom, Jackson was lying side by side with her. They were lost in a passionate kiss, their arms and legs entwined. He stopped for a moment, briefly feeling like a third wheel.
“He’s back,” said Jackson, coming up for air. The other man welcomed him into the fold, vanquishing any misgivings. Wade crawled onto the bed, carrying the root in one hand. “Can’t say I’ve used ginger before. How’s it work?”
“Oh, it’ll sting, even burn. If she’s woman enough to take it, she’ll enjoy herself more when I finally claim her.”
“Let’s get started then.” Jackson was hyped-up, but he must have been made of testosterone at his age. Where Wendy could count on Wade for security and experience, Jackson had enough stamina for the both of them.
Wade rolled Wendy to her stomach, and then smoothed his hands over the curve of her ass. She had a beautiful shape, one he’d admired for years. Now she was his. “Now try to relax.” He kissed her face. She was trying to peek and see what he was doing. “I’m going to stick this piece of ginger in your ass nice and slow. Don’t clamp down hard or it’ll burn like the dickens. I just want you a bit numb, maybe even a little more anxious to get started.”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” she said. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Promise.” With the help of Jackson, they eased her cheeks apart, revealing that tight little rosette.
“Hurry up before I come all over myself,” said Jackson, his cock ramrod hard as he sat at the opposite side of Wendy.
Wade shook his head, having learned long ago how to control his needs. “You can’t rush this.” Wade slipped the pointed end of his ginger phallus into her ass after adding some lube. “We have to go nice and slow or she’ll be too sore to enjoy herself.”
“That looks fucking sexy.”
“It won’t fit,” she complained, clenching down. Wendy had been through it all, and nearly killed herself working her land. But she was tensing up from a little figging? He knew she could take it.
“Darlin’, sometimes a little pain has to come before the pleasure. You should know that. We plant seeds, nurture them with blood, sweat, and tears, and then we reap the rewards. Same thing right now.” He trailed his fingers up and down the soft skin of her back to calm her.
“Fine.”
He pressed the rest of the ginger root inside her, only the bulbous tip protruding. Jackson was right—it was sexy as hell. “Good girl,” he said, fighting back his own need to replace the root with his cock.
Jackson rolled Wendy to her back. She flinched when the root shifted inside of her. “It’s burning,” she said through gritted teeth.
“How about I help with that?” Jackson parted her legs with his thigh and aimed his cock at her ripe pussy. He couldn’t even wait to prep her, but Wade could understand his desperation under the circumstances. Her eyes were glazed over, her body pliant, even with the foreign member invading her ass. She wanted this, wanted them.
The younger man plunged himself into Wendy’s heat. She called out, a feral cry that filled the room. He watched as Jackson pumped his hips like a tireless machine. Each time he came down on her cunt, she’d make a strangled moan reeking of desire. She looked exquisite with her head tossed back, eyes closed, and lips parted. Wade could see her breasts jiggling with each thrust as Jackson held his weight suspended over her body, watching her as he was.
He had to have a piece of her, any way he could. Wade moved in, lying beside her, holding her parted thighs and kissing the soft flesh. He reached for her breasts, caressing and teasing those pert nipples. Every touch, sound, and scent brought out the animal in him. His well-maintained control was slipping quickly. He wanted to join Jackson, but could Wendy even handle both of them?
“Shift her to her side,” he said. “It’s time.”
