Can she handle the heat that three husbands deliver?

When Beth McMahon boards a train to escape her stepfather’s plans to marry her off, she has no idea where she’s headed. She soon learns that Mrs. Terrell – the woman who helped her get away – has secrets of her own, including an array of sexually explicit letters, filled with passion, that she had been exchanging with her intended husbands.

When Mrs. Terrell disappears and everyone believes Beth to be her, taking on Mrs. Terrell’s identity is easy. Soon, Beth is acquainted with the three handsome men and it isn’t long before she finds herself turned over John’s knee. Though she likes the feel of his hand on her bottom, it’s his heart she craves. But her guilty conscience won’t allow her deception to continue. Will her confession mean harsh discipline, or does she risk losing his love forever?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy historical romance contains elements of action, adventure, power exchange and ménage.


“So tell us,” Tom said as he perched himself on the rail of the front porch. “What’s she like?”

Jake grinned, leaning back in the rocker chair. “Well, Brother, you’re just gonna have to wait until she’s done napping.”

John stood frowning at him but then glanced at the letter in Tom’s hand. “So what does the letter say?”

“That’s confidential,” Tom replied. “Strictly between us doctors. I can’t be violating patient confidentiality.”

“Considering she’s about to become our wife, I think you can dispense with the bullshit and just fucking tell us anyway.”

Tom grinned. “I was going to, considering I’m not about to face this on my own. Doc Ross seems to think Charlotte suffered a nasty touch of heatstroke during the journey, but he’s concerned she may have some other oncoming malady. She’s given to bouts of flushing and turning quite red with her breathing becoming labored. He recommends monitoring her temperature for the next few days and rather than keeping her covered up to sweat it out, he wants me to keep her cool. I tend to agree with that school of thought. I’m also in complete accord with the treatment plan he recommends, a late morning enema followed by a lukewarm bath and a daily dose of castor oil with plenty of fluids got into her throughout the day.”

Jake grinned. “Hell, that sounds like a whole lot of seeing her naked.”

“Keep it in your pants,” John growled, glaring at him. “We ain’t married to her yet and until we are, you’re going to conduct yourself in a civil manner and don’t presume to do anything inappropriate. We’ll do what’s necessary and that’s all.”

“We are talking about the same girl here, Charlotte who wants her bare bottom spanked regularly and our mouths to be used simultaneously on three different body parts?”

“Yeah, I know what she wrote,” John sighed. “But writing about stuff and doing it are two different things. She might not be so adventurous in real life and she has to get to know us first. Let’s just take things slowly. The last thing we want is to do something which will upset her and send her packing.”