MORE THAN A COWBOY
Two of Paige's Bestselling Cowboy Menage Romances in a Special Two-Book Set!


KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS
Karleigh Blake hasn’t take a vacation in years, so when her friend talks her into coming out to her
Colorado ranch for some fun and relaxation, she jumps at the chance. Once there, she meets up
with two hot and hunky ranch hands named Holden Donnelly and Mav Ryan who definitely know
how to show a girl a good time.

It starts as two separate rolls in the hay, and she’s concerned she isn’t going to be able to hide
that she’s sleeping with both of them. She's surprised when the two cowboys compare notes and
decide they don’t mind sharing her – as long as they can do it at the same time!


AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE
In this sequel to Karleigh’s Cowboys, Heather Collins  and her husband Clint hire hunky new
ranch hand Blaine Saunders. While he clearly has the qualifications to work on a ranch, Heather
and Clint are more interested in how good he is in bed.

Clint gets turned on by watching his wife have sex with other men, and since Heather is more than
happy to oblige, she doesn’t waste any time seducing Blaine. She and the new ranch hand go
from knocking boots in the barn to putting on a show for her husband before finally engaging in a
kinky threesome that involves bondage, spanking and some scorching hot sex for all three of
them.
Excerpt                                                                                                                                                                                © Paige Tyler, 2012

KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS

Holden hooked his thumbs in his belt, his fingers resting lightly on the big buckle. Karleigh heard somewhere that when a man did that, it
meant he was thinking about sex.

“Mav said you two went for a ride and a picnic yesterday.”

Oh crap. She reached up to nervously tuck her long, blonde hair behind her ear. “Um, yeah.”

“You know,” Holden continued. “You should have told me you liked anal sex. We could have tried it out the other night.”

Double crap.

Karleigh stared at Mav in shock, unable to believe he’d told Holden they’d slept together. But why wouldn’t he? Mav had no idea she’d
wanted to keep it a secret.

She tensed, bracing herself for the anger she was sure was headed her way, but to her surprise—and relief—neither man looked angry. In
fact, they were grinning.

She looked from one to the other. “You’re not mad?

“Why would we be mad?” Holden asked.

She thought it would have been obvious. “Because I slept with both of you.”

“Oh. That.” Mav chuckled. “You’re a whole lot of filly. We don’t mind sharing you.”

She blinked. “You don’t?”

His dark eyes took on that smolder she was coming to recognize. “As long as we do it at the same time. Or more precisely, do you at the
same time.” He slanted Holden a glance. “Isn’t that right?”

Holden’s grin broadened. “That’s right.”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean, like a threesome?”

Mav nodded. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that.”

Karleigh chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. She’d never had a threesome, but the chance to have sex with two incredibly hot guys was
too good to pass up.

She looked at them from beneath lowered lashes, her heart beating a little faster. “I didn’t say that.”

“So, what are you saying?” Holden asked.

“Just that I’ve never actually had sex with two men before,” she said. “But I’m all about trying new things. Especially when they sound like
they’re going to be so much fun.”

Mav’s dark eyes flared. “Is that a yes?”

She gave them a sultry smile. “It’s most definitely a yes.”

He grinned. “We were hoping you’d say that.”

Karleigh wasn’t sure what the rules were when it came to having a threesome—or even if there were any. Fortunately, Holden and Mav
seemed to know exactly what to do because they immediately walked over to her. She waited expectantly to see which of them would take
the lead when Holden pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck, her lips parting as his tongue took
possession of hers. His erection bulged in his jeans and rubbed against her tummy, telling her how turned on he already was.

His hands went to the belt on her robe, giving it a tug. As it fell open, Mav stepped up behind her, slipping off the garment and leaving her
naked. Being sandwiched between two rock-hard male bodies made her pussy purr, and she moaned against Holden’s mouth. He slid his
hands in her hair, gently tilting her head back while Mav pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. Two sets of hands roamed over her
body, caressing her everywhere. She tried to focus on who was touching where, but she lost track. After a while, it felt like she had a dozen
hands touching her body, not just four. And it felt damn good.

When hands finally buried themselves in her hair again, she decided that must be Holden. Which meant Mav was cupping her breasts. As
he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, his cock pressed against her ass, straining at the material of his jeans. The reminder of how
delicious he’d felt inside her asshole made her moan, and she rotated her hips in invitation, silently letting him know she wouldn’t mind him
doing it again.

Holden made enough room so Mav could slide his hand down her stomach to find her clit in the downy curls between her thighs. While he
began making circles around the sensitive nub, Holden took over massaging her breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipples
before giving each of them a firm squeeze. Being touched in both places at once made the sensations that much more intense, and she let
out an audible sigh as Holden pulled his mouth away to trail kisses down her neck.

Behind her, Mav brushed her ear with his lips. “Does this feel good?”
His breath was warm and moist against her skin, and she shivered. “Mm-hmm.”

“Would you like us to make you come like this?” Holden asked.

The way they were touching her was making it difficult to think, much less speak. “Us?”

Taking one hand from her breast, he slowly glided it down her stomach to join Mav’s between her legs. Ah, so that was what he’d meant.



AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE

On the other side of the room, Blaine devoured them with his eyes as Clint teased her nipple with one hand while cupping her sex with the
other. Heather licked her lips, turned on as much from Blaine watching them as she was from Clint touching her.

Her husband brushed her ear with his lips, his breath blowing shivers across her. “Time to mount up, babe.”

At the command, Heather slipped her robe off her shoulders and walked over to the saddle. Putting one foot in the stirrup, she gracefully
swung her other leg over the side. But instead of sitting down on the saddle like she would if she were riding a horse, though, she leaned
forward so that the upper half of her body was on the seat. The position forced her to arch her back, which put her bare ass up in the air
and her pussy on display for the men. It also put her clit in perfect contact with on the cantle, and she couldn’t help griding against the
leather as she made herself comfortable. Then she wrapped her hands around the saddle horn and gave the two men a come-and-get-me
look over her shoulder.

Clint walked past her and over to the shelf with the bondage gear. Well, one of the shelves, anyway. She already knew what he was
getting, but her heart still beat wildly when she saw him pick up the rubber bit gag. Not only did the horse-style bit go hand-in-hand with the
equine theme, but it always got her aroused as hell.

When Cint offered the gag to her, Heather obediently opened her mouth so he could put it between her teeth. A quiver went though her as
he buckled the gag behind her neck, and she let out a little whimper. When he was done, he ran his hand down her back and over the
curve of her derriere to tease her exposed pussy with his fingers. She lifted her bottom higher, silently begging for more, only to be
rewarded with a hard smack on the ass.

Startled, she squealed against the gag.

Her husband chuckled wickedly. “Your pussy will get plenty of attention after Blaine and I tan this gorgeous ass of yours.”

Blaine. She’d been so caught up in what Clint was doing she forgot the ranch hand was there.

She turned her head to glance at him, and caught her breath. Dang, if he didn’t look like he’d just like to eat her right up. And dang, if she
didn’t want him to. After her spanking, of course.

Heather held her breath as Clint surveyed the spanking implements hanging on the wall. There were paddles of every shape, size and
thickness, as well as straps, floggers and riding crops, so he had a lot to choose from. He must have wanted to keep with the equine theme
because he picked the black riding crop with the loop on the end. She trembled just from the thought of him using it on her.

Clint glanced at Blaine, then jerked his head at the remaining spanking implements on the wall. “Take your pick.”

Blaine’s eyes locked with Heather’s for a moment before he walked over to browse the selection. He spent a long time considering the
paddles, even taking a few of the wood ones off their hooks to smack them experimentally against his hand, but in the end, he decided on
a strap. Two inches wide and made of supple leather, it was one of her favorite things to get spanked with.

Clint crossed the room to stand beside her, where he flicked the slapper at the tip of the crop against his jean-clad leg. Heather blinked up
at him expectantly.

“Ready for your spanking, babe?”

She nodded, mumbling around the gag as she presented her ass even higher in the air.
© 2012 Paige Tyler