‘Ménage at the Mode Boutique’
‘The
Men of Moone Mountain’ Book 4
By
Bella Settarra
They
stole her heart—but is that all they took?
Melinda Samson has never been happier since
ditching her arrogant boyfriend, Trey Beniton, who had been trying to muscle-in
on her business. Her shop, ‘Mode in Moone’, known to the locals simply as ‘The
Mode’ is now thriving.
When two gorgeous cowboys come to Moone
County she can’t believe her luck, especially as their great looks are matched
by their manner and personalities.
Brodie McGlynn and Callum ‘Cal’ Kennedy were
forced to leave their previous town when it became clear that they were
bi-sexual. Having found work on Moone Mountain they are settling in nicely,
relieved that their new bosses, Kent Freeman and Travis Beaumont, share their
sexual preferences.
But when it transpires that there’s more
keeping the guys running than their mere sexuality the whole town is put in
danger.
Can Melinda really trust these guys –
especially when money stolen from her safe is found in Cal’s belongings?
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Excerpt
“So, what brings you here, guys?” Melinda felt
something inside her melt as she relished having both gorgeous cowboys to
herself again.
“Well, now. We just started working up at the Freemont
Ranch and the guys there said there was a BDSM club down here,” Cal replied.
“Yeah, that’ll be Ty’s. It’s just down the street
there.” She pointed in the vague direction.
“Great. Well apparently there’s some sort of event
going on there on Saturday and we’d like to go. Thing is, we both need new
leathers. We were told to come down to The
Mode and get fixed up.” Cal grinned.
“Think you can help us out with that, ma’am?” Brodie’s
voice was a low growl and his brown eyes seemed to get even darker as he smiled
at her.
She felt something burn inside her and took a deep
breath before nodding slowly. “You’ve come to the right place, gentlemen.” She
led them over to the male side of the shop and quickly sifted through the
trousers.
“I’ve got these in black or these which are in black
or brown?” She held up a couple of pairs of close-fitting leather pants, her
imagination running into overdrive as she envisaged them both wearing the
garments.
“They look real nice.” Brodie took the brown pair from
her, his fingers grazing over hers as he did so.
“What size do you need?” She swallowed hard as she
studied his body, gauging which ones to get for him.
Brodie cocked a quizzical eyebrow at her. “I’m not
entirely sure.” His voice was growling again.
“I’ll fetch my tape measure,” she offered, her mouth
suddenly going quite dry.
“That’s real helpful of you, ma’am.”
She could feel them watching her as she walked back
over to the counter, her red high-heels clopping across the wooden parquet
floor. She was wearing a black pencil-skirt with a red silk blouse which had a
ruffle edging the deep ‘V’ neck. As usual, her lipstick was bright red and her
make-up immaculate. Melinda was very careful with her look; she tried to look
professional but not tarty, though the occasional salacious expressions of some
of her male customers made her question whether she always managed to pull it
off or not.
She turned back to the two men who were examining the
leathers on the rail.
“They seem pretty strong to me,” Brodie was muttering,
pulling at the material.
“They’d better be, Bro. ‘Cause if you go upsetting any
more women I’ll…”
Cal stopped just as Melinda got closer.
She took a deep breath, determined not to let her
nerves get the better of her. She had been in this profession for enough years
to be able to take a man’s inside leg measurement without blushing, for
heaven’s sake.
“Who’s first?” She held up the hard, metal tip of her
tape and watched them both wince as they got her message loud and clear – don’t mess with me!
“I think I can remember my size, thanks, ma’am.
Brodie’s the one with the memory lapse.” Cal took a step back, grinning.
“Are you happy to do this here? Only I don’t think
we’d both fit inside a changing cubicle?” She stared up into his handsome face
and noticed how his eyes twinkled. Both men were really broad and muscular,
just how she liked them.
“Out here’s fine by me – though, perhaps over by that
mirror so I can get a better idea of the length,” Brodie suggested.
Melinda sighed. She hadn’t been born yesterday! By
having him face the mirror she knew it meant he would get a good view of her
ass as she bent down in front of him. She had to give him credit for his
brains, though, and decided it might not be all that bad to have the handsome cowboy
admire her behind. She always kept in shape and was actually quite proud of her
body. Besides, if they were planning to be at Ty’s on Saturday night they were
going to see a hell of a lot more than just the outline of her ass in a
knee-length skirt – she would make sure of that!
She didn’t need to ask which side he dressed, as his
massive bulge told her that right away. As she placed the tape measure in his
inner thigh she couldn’t avoid feeling his heat as the outline of his huge cock
grazed against the back of her hand. It took all her efforts to stop her
fingers from trembling as she felt the length of the cowboy’s inner leg, and as
she knelt at his feet staring at his boots she couldn’t help feeling that this
was ‘right’ somehow. She looked up at him and gasped. His handsome face was
looking down at her with the most serene expression. He seemed quite at home to
have her kneeling at his feet. Melinda wondered just how many other women had
been in her position and the idea irked her somewhat.
“Is it long enough, Sir?” she asked as a lump settled
in her throat.
“Why don’t you tell me, baby? Does it look long enough
to you?” He was growling again and she felt her stomach burn.
She nodded slowly, still gazing up at him. “Yes, Sir. I think it’s just the right
length.”
About
the Author
Bella’s love of writing
started at a very young age. While at
Junior School, she was once asked to write a story that was to be displayed on
the window due to lack of wall space (remember Portakabins?) Unfortunately, once she gets going she tends
to run with an idea right up until the conclusion – and it has to have a happy
ending! The story was so long it covered
several windows and caused a blackout in the tiny classroom!
She is British and lives in the beautiful
English countryside with one of her three gorgeous daughters and her wonderful
husband, often referred to as her “current husband” just to keep him on his
toes!
They live in a big haunted house therefore
Bella’s housework is never done as the ghost keeps moving things around - the
bedroom isn’t the only place where things go bump in the night ;)
Open top cars and country music are among
Bella’s favourite things and her fondness of shopping is only surpassed by her
love of Châteauneuf-du-pape.
Bella would love to hear from her
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Thank you so much for having me over today, Evelise x
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