Knight, Kayla - Her Long Hot Surrender [Raw Texas Heat 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
Authors: Kayla Knight
Raw Texas Heat 3
Her Long Hot Surrender
The unrelenting Texas heat is not the only reason why twenty-eight-year-old Madi Allen’s temperature is soaring. The Hayes brothers, who work the ranch next door, are hotter than July! Gabe and Tyler are in their prime, and can satisfy her every sexual fantasy. Just one problem—they enjoy ménages!
The cowboy brothers have their sights firmly set on Madi. Still smarting from a failed marriage, she’s returned home after ten years away. Alpha males Gabe and Tyler will enjoy taming the opinionated firebrand into submission.
When her sick mother reveals a secret, Madi finds herself at a crossroads. One way lies the return to her privileged Washington life. The other way lies the incredibly sexy Hayes brothers. Should she enjoy all that Gabe and Tyler have to offer, or take the sensible option and return to her old life?
Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length:
41,678 words
HER LONG HOT SURRENDER
Raw Texas Heat 3
Kayla Knight
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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HER LONG HOT SURRENDER
Copyright © 2011 by Kayla Knight
E-book ISBN: 1-61034-831-1
First E-book Publication: September 2011
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In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
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Raw Texas Heat 3
KAYLA KNIGHT
Copyright © 2011
Madison nervously glanced at her watch. She figured she had exactly eight minutes to enter Carson’s study and access his computer. Her husband was so predictable. Every morning, he’d rise at six thirty, take a shower, and breakfast by seven. Today was no exception.
Standing outside his study, her whole body trembled. She was frightened, but there was no going back. There was a very secretive part of his life that he kept hidden from her. After years of speculation, she’d finally decided to find out for herself. She just had to know what made Carson tick.
No one was allowed to enter his study, apart from him. He’d set up an alarm and pass code to protect the information inside from prying eyes—including hers. The brief period after he’d booted up his computer was her only chance of entering unseen. Once he’d switched it on, he’d always go and make himself a strong black coffee, and retrieve the newspapers and mail from the hallstand. For a few short minutes, the alarm would be switched off, leaving just the pass code to stop anyone from entering.
Thankfully, she had an excellent memory. On the few occasions she’d been around when he’d entered his study, she’d glimpsed several of the numbers he’d punched in the keypad. A nine, a three, a five, what else was there? Yes a six, a four, and a seven. She desperately hoped she knew all the numbers, and in the right order, too.
Knowing what was at stake, her hand shook as she entered the digits on the shiny chrome pad. The resounding click as it unlocked was immensely satisfying. She let out a long sigh of relief.
Breathe, Madison, breathe.
She pushed open the door. Her relief felt short lived as she closed it behind her. Time was of the essence now.
Six minutes.
If Carson found her in here, she had no doubt she would suffer the same ill fate that had befallen many of his enemies. People who upset her husband just seemed to disappear. What happened to them she hadn’t a clue, but maybe, somewhere on his computer would be the answer?
Five minutes.
Keeping a close watch on the door, she went over to the computer. It had already booted up and sat patiently awaiting a password, the screen blank. Her heart beat frantically in her chest. If she couldn’t guess it, then all would be lost. Her breathing had become shallow and ragged, and small beads of perspiration collected on her brow. Working on instinct she typed his last name, Delaware—nothing. Fuck.
Four minutes.
“Think woman, think. For God’s sake, think.” Madison wracked her brain. What did Carson always say? He’d once boasted that he must be the only person in the whole of the United States who knew how to spell the name of his hometown—Kosciusko. He would always get so angry when the newspapers got it wrong.
Three minutes.
With shaking hands she typed the word—Kosciusko.
“Thank God, thank God,” she whispered as the computer immediately came to life. With trembling fingers she slotted her USB stick into the port and began combing through his files, sending everything she could to the portable device. Her mouth felt bone dry.
She glanced at her watch again. If she didn’t get what she needed now, there wouldn’t be a second chance. Two minutes from now he’d be entering the study.
Hurry, Madison, hurry.
With the final document downloading, she breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled the storage device from the computer, and logged out. There was no time to waste. She ran to the door and anxiously peered outside. Thank God there was no one there. She’d only just disappeared into the dining room when she heard his voice in the hallway. Carson was speaking on his cell phone. She knew she’d come within seconds of being discovered. Her stomach churned, and she dashed to the bathroom, dropping to her knees before retching uncontrollably into the toilet bowl.
After a couple of minutes she stood, and moved on wobbly, adrenaline-charged legs to the washbasin. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and frightened. Christ, she’d been scared, but now she felt euphoric.
Carson had taught her well. Knowledge was power.