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What comes after Reece Butler's Bride Train series?
The 9 books in the Bride Train series were designed to finish when the man known as Mr. Isaac, who has been torturing and murdering women, is caught.
That does not mean the end of Tanner's Ford, however. Time continues, and so do these tough ranching families.
After Book 9, Demanding Satisfaction, we jump to 1988. With the highway bypassing Tanner's Ford, a new town has been created, with the name of Climax, Montana.
In The Merry Widow of Tanner's Ford (e-published May 2013) we meet Simon and Lance MacDougal. They are the sons of Kevin, who is the only surviving son of Keir and Gavin, twins born in 1872 to Amelia and Ross MacDougal.
They meet Marci Meshevski, who escaped near-death in a house fire that killed her controlling husband. She wants to experience orgasms, and Simon is eager to assist. He, and Lance, want more from her, however. They want a wife and sons to continue the ranch. Without legal male issue, control of the MD Connected will revert to their Texan distant relatives.
The companion novel (WIP title Having It All is in process as of June 2013) features Marci's older sister, Doctor Nikki Meschevski. Nikki is the Climax doctor yet she has never experienced one. Too many long hours spent studying or working, on top of the circumstances of her birth and her height, has kept Nikki pure.
In order to properly serve her patients -- a town where many families are composed of a wife and two husbands -- she decides to throw away her pesky virginity and experience passion. She does not want anything more than a brief affair.
Eric Frost, back home for a couple of weeks between engineering assignments in Peru, seems the perfect choice. He's been insisting he'll never marry and settle down. His younger brother, Matt, is desperate to marry Nikki but he's embarrassed about his lack of education. He asks Eric to seduce her while he's out of town.
Can Nikki try one without the other? And if she does, can she let them go?
That does not mean the end of Tanner's Ford, however. Time continues, and so do these tough ranching families.
After Book 9, Demanding Satisfaction, we jump to 1988. With the highway bypassing Tanner's Ford, a new town has been created, with the name of Climax, Montana.
In The Merry Widow of Tanner's Ford (e-published May 2013) we meet Simon and Lance MacDougal. They are the sons of Kevin, who is the only surviving son of Keir and Gavin, twins born in 1872 to Amelia and Ross MacDougal.
They meet Marci Meshevski, who escaped near-death in a house fire that killed her controlling husband. She wants to experience orgasms, and Simon is eager to assist. He, and Lance, want more from her, however. They want a wife and sons to continue the ranch. Without legal male issue, control of the MD Connected will revert to their Texan distant relatives.
The companion novel (WIP title Having It All is in process as of June 2013) features Marci's older sister, Doctor Nikki Meschevski. Nikki is the Climax doctor yet she has never experienced one. Too many long hours spent studying or working, on top of the circumstances of her birth and her height, has kept Nikki pure.
In order to properly serve her patients -- a town where many families are composed of a wife and two husbands -- she decides to throw away her pesky virginity and experience passion. She does not want anything more than a brief affair.
Eric Frost, back home for a couple of weeks between engineering assignments in Peru, seems the perfect choice. He's been insisting he'll never marry and settle down. His younger brother, Matt, is desperate to marry Nikki but he's embarrassed about his lack of education. He asks Eric to seduce her while he's out of town.
Can Nikki try one without the other? And if she does, can she let them go?
Having It All snippet
From Chapter Two: now available from Siren-BookStrand
“Will you check her out while I’m gone? She’s strong, smart, and gorgeous. Perfect for the both of us.” Matt Frost held out his arms as if encircling a big woman. “When I danced with her, she fit.”
Eric nodded at his grinning younger brother. Matt’s last two words, said with easy simplicity, summed up the situation as far as Matt was concerned. At thirty-six, Matt had found the woman he wanted to marry. Decision made, he wanted action. After days of nonstop travel from Peru, Eric struggled to think what that meant.
“Say that again?”
With two six-foot-plus men, a bed, battered side tables, and dresser, there wasn’t much space in the motel room. Matt’s long-suffering sigh easily filled it.
“I want you to take care of Nikki while I’m at the cattle auction,” said Matt slowly and distinctly. “I won’t marry her if you two don’t get along.”
“Take care of her?” Eric frowned. “Is she hurt?”
“No, she’s not hurt, she’s fine. Better than fine. I want you to take her for a test ride.”
“A test ride.”
“You know, to see if she bucks you off, or accepts the reins.” Matt’s eyes unfocused. A sappy smile curled up his lips. “She wore this blue dress that hugged her curves. A long strand of pink pearls dropped between her breasts. I wanted to follow that necklace with my tongue, all the way down.”
After sixty-plus hours of travel, Eric’s brain was operating on only two cylinders. His spark plugs had no spark, and his battery was drained. He picked out the salient facts. Matt had found The Woman. He wanted Eric’s approval. A “test ride” meant—sex! The engine below his belt shifted from neutral into first gear.
“You want me to haul her into bed and make her purr like a kitten?”
“That’s what I said,” replied Matt with false patience. “But Nikki’s a wild cat, not a kitten.” His grin lit up his eyes. “She keeps her nails short for work, but I bet she scratches your back.” He leered. “Maybe she bites.”
After Eric spent frustrating years trying to find a woman to suit him, his little brother had found one, right here in Climax? He scratched both sets of fingernails through his hair, hoping it would wake a few brain cells. His cock was awake, though. For the first time in months it was alert and eager to get the job done.
“You want me to tame her?”
“Heck, no! I like her fire.” Matt stared at the wall, obviously seeing something far different than fly-speckled paint. “We’ll ease her into enjoying us, starting with you.”
“Will you check her out while I’m gone? She’s strong, smart, and gorgeous. Perfect for the both of us.” Matt Frost held out his arms as if encircling a big woman. “When I danced with her, she fit.”
Eric nodded at his grinning younger brother. Matt’s last two words, said with easy simplicity, summed up the situation as far as Matt was concerned. At thirty-six, Matt had found the woman he wanted to marry. Decision made, he wanted action. After days of nonstop travel from Peru, Eric struggled to think what that meant.
“Say that again?”
With two six-foot-plus men, a bed, battered side tables, and dresser, there wasn’t much space in the motel room. Matt’s long-suffering sigh easily filled it.
“I want you to take care of Nikki while I’m at the cattle auction,” said Matt slowly and distinctly. “I won’t marry her if you two don’t get along.”
“Take care of her?” Eric frowned. “Is she hurt?”
“No, she’s not hurt, she’s fine. Better than fine. I want you to take her for a test ride.”
“A test ride.”
“You know, to see if she bucks you off, or accepts the reins.” Matt’s eyes unfocused. A sappy smile curled up his lips. “She wore this blue dress that hugged her curves. A long strand of pink pearls dropped between her breasts. I wanted to follow that necklace with my tongue, all the way down.”
After sixty-plus hours of travel, Eric’s brain was operating on only two cylinders. His spark plugs had no spark, and his battery was drained. He picked out the salient facts. Matt had found The Woman. He wanted Eric’s approval. A “test ride” meant—sex! The engine below his belt shifted from neutral into first gear.
“You want me to haul her into bed and make her purr like a kitten?”
“That’s what I said,” replied Matt with false patience. “But Nikki’s a wild cat, not a kitten.” His grin lit up his eyes. “She keeps her nails short for work, but I bet she scratches your back.” He leered. “Maybe she bites.”
After Eric spent frustrating years trying to find a woman to suit him, his little brother had found one, right here in Climax? He scratched both sets of fingernails through his hair, hoping it would wake a few brain cells. His cock was awake, though. For the first time in months it was alert and eager to get the job done.
“You want me to tame her?”
“Heck, no! I like her fire.” Matt stared at the wall, obviously seeing something far different than fly-speckled paint. “We’ll ease her into enjoying us, starting with you.”
Having It All: Climax, Montana 2
I am really looking forward to hearing what you think about the second of the Climax, Montana novels, Having It All.
Every novel is different to write, because the characters are individuals. I really enjoyed writing about Eric and Matt Frost of the Circle C Ranch. Each tough man has a few issues they haven't yet dealt with, and their desire for Doctor Nikki Meschevski leads them to confront their fears.
Eric, at six foot six, is rough and tough, necessary when working in the mountains of Peru. He's been given the nickname of "The Grizzly Bear" due to his deep grown and chest hair, as well as his insistence that women and children will be protected wherever he works. Each time he gets in an airplane, necessary to work or get home, he has to fight down his fear. Helicopters are a total no-no!
Matt seems lovable and easy-going, but there is a cowboy toughness that runs through his backbone and every muscle in his body. He wants Nikki, but she has so many years of education and he barely made it through two years of college. The woman uses ten dollar words and Matt can only scrounge up a buck-fifty on a good day.
Doctor Nikki Meshevki has exactly what she wanted in life, what she struggled for since she realized how her loving single mother was forced into poverty due to children and lack of education. She vows to be the best doctor in this small Western town. To do so, she must gain experience that will help the poly families she counsels. Due to her six foot height and nose-to-the-books attitude, she hasn't had a real boyfriend. Not only has she never shared two men, she's never had one. So she sets out to research the topic of hands-on sex -- for her patients, of course :)
Every novel is different to write, because the characters are individuals. I really enjoyed writing about Eric and Matt Frost of the Circle C Ranch. Each tough man has a few issues they haven't yet dealt with, and their desire for Doctor Nikki Meschevski leads them to confront their fears.
Eric, at six foot six, is rough and tough, necessary when working in the mountains of Peru. He's been given the nickname of "The Grizzly Bear" due to his deep grown and chest hair, as well as his insistence that women and children will be protected wherever he works. Each time he gets in an airplane, necessary to work or get home, he has to fight down his fear. Helicopters are a total no-no!
Matt seems lovable and easy-going, but there is a cowboy toughness that runs through his backbone and every muscle in his body. He wants Nikki, but she has so many years of education and he barely made it through two years of college. The woman uses ten dollar words and Matt can only scrounge up a buck-fifty on a good day.
Doctor Nikki Meshevki has exactly what she wanted in life, what she struggled for since she realized how her loving single mother was forced into poverty due to children and lack of education. She vows to be the best doctor in this small Western town. To do so, she must gain experience that will help the poly families she counsels. Due to her six foot height and nose-to-the-books attitude, she hasn't had a real boyfriend. Not only has she never shared two men, she's never had one. So she sets out to research the topic of hands-on sex -- for her patients, of course :)
#1 BDSM at BookStrand!
Thank you, fans! I just discovered that Having It All, Climax 2, is the number one BDSM book for the last 30 days on BookStrand http://www.bookstrand.com/catalog/188... This is the 11th in the Bride Train saga. I don't think I've been first for anything before :)Having It All
Spoiler alert: Read after Having It All: Climax, Montana 2
Simon MacDougal’s office, 2013
Simon swirled the amber liquid in his glass, wishing it would numb his pain. The contented cat on his lap purred, keeping him company. Three in the morning, the witching hour, and another night of broken sleep.
“It’s not right to lose a child,” he told Barney. The cat, used to his late-night rambles, kept on purring. “How could Lance spend all those years knowing Danny would die so young, and still put so much love and laughter into his life?” He took another sip. “Maybe that was why.”
He turned back to the job he’d assigned himself to stay sane: the hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the founding of Tanner’s Ford. They would do a series of re-enactments, he’d decided. One for each of the women who started the town.
“Beth married Trace Elliott after staring down Big Joe Sheldrake, the town bully,” he read. “She was locked in jail at the time, and when Big Joe Sheldrake attacked she—”
“It was Charlie I kicked in the balls, not Joe. He was down at Baldy’s Saloon, getting drunk.”
Simon paused. He’d been hearing whispers for a few weeks now, and seen strange things out of the corners of his eyes. Once he thought he’d seen Danny reach out to him, but it hurt too much, and he’d turned away.
“Maybe I’d better get some sleeping pills”, he muttered.
“You don’t need pills, Simon MacDougal. You need to get on with your life while you have one!”
A young woman suddenly appeared, floating a foot above his carpet. She wore a black velvet dress that clung to her curves. Diamonds glittered at her ears, neck, and arms. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head. He blinked up at her, but she didn’t fade.
“Maybe another drink would—”
“You’ll not banish me with your whiskey,” she replied, “though I wish I could have a snort. It smells a lot better than the rotgut Baldy used to serve.”
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Beth Elliott, at your service,” she said, and curtsied.
He rubbed tired eyes but she didn’t fade.
“Beth Elliott died in 1949,” he said. “She had a heart attack from seducing an orderly in the seniors home she’d been sent to after she broke her hip pole dancing at her hundredth birthday party!”
The woman looked down and carefully arranged her skirt. Then she gave a glare that reminded him of his granny, a tough old bird.
“Freddie was not an orderly, he was an intern. As for sex, we did what was possible considering my age, hip, and state of other parts of my body.”
“The story’s true?”
The woman, a figment of his sleepless nights, journal reading, and whiskey, snorted like a horse.
“We told dirty jokes to each other, made up stories, and generally had a good time. When you’ve been around for a century, being able to laugh is a joy.”
“Are you saying you’re Elizabeth Elliott?” He shook his head. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“I prefer the term “spirit”.
“Why are you haunting me?”
“I’m not here to haunt you, dear boy.” She patted her hair like a practiced courtesan. Had she worn those elbow-length black gloves a moment ago? “Now that the last person to have known me has passed, I’ve been given leave to help you.”
“But, you’re dead.”
She arched a haughty eyebrow. “There’s no reason to be rude about it, young man!”
Whatever she was, vision or not, he had to ask.
“Can you bring Danny back?”
She shook her head. A tear dripped off her cheek. “No,” she whispered. “But I can tell you that he died by his choice, to save many others. You, Lance, and Marci raised a fine boy.”
“And he’s dead!”
Simon roared the words. He would not cry. He’d shed enough to float the toy sailboat Danny had cherished.
“And if you keep on like this, you’ll soon be the same!”
“What do you mean?”
“You have a choice to make, Simon MacDougal. You can continue this pity party, or you can haul your ass up by the bootstraps so Brady and Ross, and your future grandchildren and great-grandchildren, don’t have to rely on Lance!”
Simon shoved his half-empty glass off the table. It landed in the garbage can with a loud thunk.
“Danny asked me to tell you he loves you very much,” she continued gently. “He said you were always a good father to him, and you respected and loved his life partner. He misses you, but he and Royce have important jobs to do.”
His breath caught in his throat. Few knew the nickname Danny called his partner.
“Who are you?” he repeated.
“Do you remember when you stood on that rock, then fell and broke your leg? That’s how you met your wife, Marci.”
“Of course I remember. I still don’t know why I tripped.”
“You didn’t trip. I jabbed my hatpin into your ankle.” She smiled and gave him another curtsey. “I’m rather proud of that one. Worked like a charm.”
“I thought ghosts,” she glared. “I mean, spirits, couldn’t move things.”
“You were balanced on the apex of two probabilities,” she said. “If you fell, you would meet and marry the love of your life, have three sons, and live a mostly happy life. If not, you’d grow into a miserable old man who everyone avoided.” She narrowed her eyes. “I worked damn hard to jab that hatpin in you. Don’t mess things up.”
He must be dreaming. Since he was, he might as well get his questions answered.
“You said Danny and Royce have important jobs.”
“Yes. They help bring souls to the light. Often ones who die suddenly refuse to believe they’ve passed. If they stay too long, they get stuck. But, as soldiers, they will follow the orders of an officer. Danny, and Royce, help them pull away from their place of death, so they can find peace.”
It made sense, if anything in this night did. Barney woke up, shook his head, and looked toward the woman floating in the air. He leaped onto the desk and began washing briskly, in that typical cat fashion which meant he wasn’t sure why he’d moved, and had to cover it up with a reason.
“You’re one of Dusty’s kittens,” she said gently. “I’ll have to tell Ranger.”
“You’re talking about Ranger Elliott? Ben’s twin, who married Florence?”
She smiled with delight. “You’ve been reading the journals!”
“I have,” he acknowledged. He cleared his throat. “So, do you know where the gold is buried?”
“Yes,” she said. She winked, snapped her fingers, and was gone.
“Damn!”
He heaved himself out of the chair and around his desk. There was nothing there, of course. Barney leaped down and padded over to where the ghostly apparition had appeared. He put out a paw and batted at something on the rug. Simon leaned down, knees creaking. He picked up what felt like a sharp rock. He brought it back to the desk lamp and held out his hand.
A diamond lay in his palm.
Simon swirled the amber liquid in his glass, wishing it would numb his pain. The contented cat on his lap purred, keeping him company. Three in the morning, the witching hour, and another night of broken sleep.
“It’s not right to lose a child,” he told Barney. The cat, used to his late-night rambles, kept on purring. “How could Lance spend all those years knowing Danny would die so young, and still put so much love and laughter into his life?” He took another sip. “Maybe that was why.”
He turned back to the job he’d assigned himself to stay sane: the hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the founding of Tanner’s Ford. They would do a series of re-enactments, he’d decided. One for each of the women who started the town.
“Beth married Trace Elliott after staring down Big Joe Sheldrake, the town bully,” he read. “She was locked in jail at the time, and when Big Joe Sheldrake attacked she—”
“It was Charlie I kicked in the balls, not Joe. He was down at Baldy’s Saloon, getting drunk.”
Simon paused. He’d been hearing whispers for a few weeks now, and seen strange things out of the corners of his eyes. Once he thought he’d seen Danny reach out to him, but it hurt too much, and he’d turned away.
“Maybe I’d better get some sleeping pills”, he muttered.
“You don’t need pills, Simon MacDougal. You need to get on with your life while you have one!”
A young woman suddenly appeared, floating a foot above his carpet. She wore a black velvet dress that clung to her curves. Diamonds glittered at her ears, neck, and arms. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head. He blinked up at her, but she didn’t fade.
“Maybe another drink would—”
“You’ll not banish me with your whiskey,” she replied, “though I wish I could have a snort. It smells a lot better than the rotgut Baldy used to serve.”
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Beth Elliott, at your service,” she said, and curtsied.
He rubbed tired eyes but she didn’t fade.
“Beth Elliott died in 1949,” he said. “She had a heart attack from seducing an orderly in the seniors home she’d been sent to after she broke her hip pole dancing at her hundredth birthday party!”
The woman looked down and carefully arranged her skirt. Then she gave a glare that reminded him of his granny, a tough old bird.
“Freddie was not an orderly, he was an intern. As for sex, we did what was possible considering my age, hip, and state of other parts of my body.”
“The story’s true?”
The woman, a figment of his sleepless nights, journal reading, and whiskey, snorted like a horse.
“We told dirty jokes to each other, made up stories, and generally had a good time. When you’ve been around for a century, being able to laugh is a joy.”
“Are you saying you’re Elizabeth Elliott?” He shook his head. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”
“I prefer the term “spirit”.
“Why are you haunting me?”
“I’m not here to haunt you, dear boy.” She patted her hair like a practiced courtesan. Had she worn those elbow-length black gloves a moment ago? “Now that the last person to have known me has passed, I’ve been given leave to help you.”
“But, you’re dead.”
She arched a haughty eyebrow. “There’s no reason to be rude about it, young man!”
Whatever she was, vision or not, he had to ask.
“Can you bring Danny back?”
She shook her head. A tear dripped off her cheek. “No,” she whispered. “But I can tell you that he died by his choice, to save many others. You, Lance, and Marci raised a fine boy.”
“And he’s dead!”
Simon roared the words. He would not cry. He’d shed enough to float the toy sailboat Danny had cherished.
“And if you keep on like this, you’ll soon be the same!”
“What do you mean?”
“You have a choice to make, Simon MacDougal. You can continue this pity party, or you can haul your ass up by the bootstraps so Brady and Ross, and your future grandchildren and great-grandchildren, don’t have to rely on Lance!”
Simon shoved his half-empty glass off the table. It landed in the garbage can with a loud thunk.
“Danny asked me to tell you he loves you very much,” she continued gently. “He said you were always a good father to him, and you respected and loved his life partner. He misses you, but he and Royce have important jobs to do.”
His breath caught in his throat. Few knew the nickname Danny called his partner.
“Who are you?” he repeated.
“Do you remember when you stood on that rock, then fell and broke your leg? That’s how you met your wife, Marci.”
“Of course I remember. I still don’t know why I tripped.”
“You didn’t trip. I jabbed my hatpin into your ankle.” She smiled and gave him another curtsey. “I’m rather proud of that one. Worked like a charm.”
“I thought ghosts,” she glared. “I mean, spirits, couldn’t move things.”
“You were balanced on the apex of two probabilities,” she said. “If you fell, you would meet and marry the love of your life, have three sons, and live a mostly happy life. If not, you’d grow into a miserable old man who everyone avoided.” She narrowed her eyes. “I worked damn hard to jab that hatpin in you. Don’t mess things up.”
He must be dreaming. Since he was, he might as well get his questions answered.
“You said Danny and Royce have important jobs.”
“Yes. They help bring souls to the light. Often ones who die suddenly refuse to believe they’ve passed. If they stay too long, they get stuck. But, as soldiers, they will follow the orders of an officer. Danny, and Royce, help them pull away from their place of death, so they can find peace.”
It made sense, if anything in this night did. Barney woke up, shook his head, and looked toward the woman floating in the air. He leaped onto the desk and began washing briskly, in that typical cat fashion which meant he wasn’t sure why he’d moved, and had to cover it up with a reason.
“You’re one of Dusty’s kittens,” she said gently. “I’ll have to tell Ranger.”
“You’re talking about Ranger Elliott? Ben’s twin, who married Florence?”
She smiled with delight. “You’ve been reading the journals!”
“I have,” he acknowledged. He cleared his throat. “So, do you know where the gold is buried?”
“Yes,” she said. She winked, snapped her fingers, and was gone.
“Damn!”
He heaved himself out of the chair and around his desk. There was nothing there, of course. Barney leaped down and padded over to where the ghostly apparition had appeared. He put out a paw and batted at something on the rug. Simon leaned down, knees creaking. He picked up what felt like a sharp rock. He brought it back to the desk lamp and held out his hand.
A diamond lay in his palm.
