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Hollis Boys 3: Wild, Wild Hearts

Em Petrova

Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he's asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover ...
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Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he's asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover Isaac use their charms to seduce a man she wants to tangle limbs with all too much.

With Sofia, Isaac Strong is part of a two-for-one deal known as the “Jade Pair” for the color of their eyes. When the rugged Nolan Hollis walks into their lives, Isaac's yearnings kick like a wild stallion. But will the honorable man want anything to do with them, especially once he discovers the Jade Pair's mission is to steal a prized object from the Hollis family?

Nolan must have the stunning saloon girl, even if it means she comes packaged with Isaac. Soon Nolan is equally as drawn to the quiet and handsome man. While he struggles not to lose his heart to his lovers from the wrong side of humanity, he works to hide his rendezvous from his family. But soon Nolan realizes his lovers intend to steal more than his heart...

  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, menage (m/m/f).
“Your action, sir.” Sofia hung over the railroad executive’s shoulder, making sure her bodice dipped low. The movement left nothing to the man’s imagination as she pointed to his poker hand.

His gray mustache twitched. He followed the seam of her cleavage, able to see quite a bit considering the top of her dress dipped dangerously close to her nipples. One wrong move and she’d be exposed to everyone in the saloon.

Including the Hollis boy across the room.

Sofia flicked her gaze up, stopping just short of meeting his. He was looking at her—that was enough for now. She wasn’t certain she should be carousing with a man like him anyway.

He’d been nursing the same whiskey all night but continued to watch her, his dark hat tugged lower with every hour that passed.

Just like her bodice.

She didn’t know why she was purposely tempting him. For a price, she’d go upstairs with any man, together with her lover, Isaac.

They were a team known as the Jade Pair for the color of their eyes. Hers were a deeper, more emerald green, while Isaac’s were a bright jade. But their boss believed the term to be exotic and enticing, drumming up more business.

With Hollis’s warm gaze on her, she almost wished she wasn’t in this profession of entertaining men. Hollis had “morality” written all over him. Yes, he was definitely the come-courting kind. Well, she wasn’t in that market—her train had pulled out long ago.

The railroad executive, his name still unknown to her, spread some cards out on the table, and a gasp ran from one player to the next when they spotted his four-of-a-kind.

“I’m out.” One man tossed his cards into the center of the table with a growl of disgust. Another withdrew a wad of cash from his vest pocket and peeled off some bills, which he handed to the railroad man to cover his losses.

Isaac made a sharp movement, and Sofia looked up. Their gazes met. No words were needed. He glanced to the side and caught the boss, Hiram Marshall, watching. Hiram was waiting for Sofia to make her move.


Her unladylike thought was tamer than it might have been. How she hated being under Hiram’s thumb and pinned down by his ever-watchful gaze. That he was waiting for her to gain the tycoon’s cooperation so that wad of cash could cross into Hiram’s hands was evident.

If the railroad man took her and Isaac to bed, they’d line Hiram’s pocket and provide enough cash for them to eat and bathe for a week.

Carefully, she lifted her gaze to the far wall again. A slice of want ripped through her as she met Hollis’s intense stare. She didn’t even know which Hollis he was—there were so many.

The man was pure, walking lust. Dark denims that were stiff on every other cowboy actually molded to his chiseled thighs, and his quality leather boots gleamed in the lantern lights. Nothing compared to his face. If angels truly fell, she could say she saw one in the flesh.

His dark gaze burned from beneath the brim of his hat and caused a throb deep in her core.

A jolt of surprise captured her. When had she last felt that desire? Though she slept with many men every week, she’d only ever experienced this wanting once before—with Isaac.

Her sex ached, pooling with moisture. She shifted, and her skirts rustled. Beneath her lacy petticoats, she was slick and bare—every bit of hair bladed from her pussy.

Was Hollis a hungering man? From the way his hard lips pulled tight over his teeth in a snarl when the railroad man skimmed her jaw with his forefinger, she thought so. Hollis set his glass down with a clink that sounded all the way across the noisy saloon.

“Careful, Sofia,” Isaac murmured in her ear.

The threads of the web tightened. Suddenly, she was caught between Hiram, the railroad man, Isaac, and Hollis. Yessir, she was throwing Hollis into the mix. If he was a hungering man, she was a betting woman.

“Would you like to follow my man and me upstairs?” she asked the tycoon but kept her gaze fixed on Hollis.

The cowboy brought his boot off its resting place across his knee, and the heel hit the floor.

“Why yes, ma’am, that sounds right nice.” The railroad man clutched the bills he’d just won and turned to her with a fevered light in his eyes. When he reached for her, Hiram plucked the money from his hand. At the same moment, Hollis shoved his chair back with such swiftness, it tipped over, sounding like a shot.

At the sound of the crash, the piano music came to an abrupt stop. Isaac clamped his hand on Sofia’s shoulder, almost bruising her. But she knew if events escalated into a fight and guns were drawn, he would have her out of here and to safety within moments.

“I’ll raise you.” Hollis’s voice was deep and rough, like he chewed nails and swallowed them for breakfast. It also sent a dark heat threading low through Sofia’s belly. The fire took up residence between her thighs, and she squeezed them together to ease it.

Hiram stepped up to Hollis. He was a full head shorter than the cowboy and lacking in muscle. But he was used to dealing with hard men and knew how to get what he wanted. At that moment, he wanted more money.

Isaac’s grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. She swung her gaze to him and spotted the glint in his eyes. Yes, it said. He wanted this—wanted Hollis.

Lust pounded through her core. In the two years she and Isaac had been together and loved each other, she’d never seen the flames of need in him for another man. Sure, he gave his body to them willingly enough, but Hollis was different.

For them both. Before she had a chance to wonder why, Hollis crowded close.

“This is a rather large chunk of money, sir. I’m not certain you would have—” Hiram bit off his words as Hollis laid a thick stack of cash on the table.

A shiver that was almost pride coursed down Sofia’s spine. Isaac blew out a breath.

Rotating, Hiram faced the railroad man. “Will you counteroffer?”

The man stared for a long moment at Hollis. The cowboy braced his legs wide and hooked a thumb in his front pocket, appearing nonchalant and menacing at once. The pose said he had money to up the stakes, but he wasn’t going to need it.

Sofia sank her teeth into her lower lip. Hollis’s gaze latched on to her mouth and held.

Finally, the tycoon shook his head. “Nope. Other women in these parts to be had. I won’t separate myself from more money.” He held out his hand, and Hiram placed his winnings in his palm.

“Sofia, Isaac, you’ve got yourself a gentleman for the evening. Take good care of him.” Hiram greedily stuffed the wad of money into his vest pocket and hightailed it out of the saloon. His work was done, and now he’d be off to his bed like the lazy sloth he truly was. A man who worked not at all but lived off other people’s “talents.”

“I thank you, sir, for such a gracious offer,” Sofia whispered, the words not laced with her usual syrupy sweetness. Isaac heard her breathlessness and inched closer, putting one arm around her waist.

Hollis nodded, then glanced upward. “Shall we go upstairs?”

White heat scorched her sex. Her nipples pebbled. “By all means.”

As she followed Hollis’s thickly muscled body up the short flight of wooden stairs, Sofia’s heart galloped out of control. Certainly a man like him would know his way around a woman’s body as well as he knew how to rope a stallion.

* * * *

Nolan Hollis was not a weak-hearted man, yet his knees were shaking like a little girl’s. What the hell was he thinking to offer for that couple? He’d just given up his share of the profits from the last horse sale of the season, which meant he’d have to pinch his wallet shut until the end of summer, when there would be more horses to sell.

And for what?

A few moments of ecstasy with a ripe, beautiful woman…and her man.

That the couple came as a package was no surprise to him. He’d heard about the Jade Pair, fantasized about what he might do with a woman and a man.

As he reached for the door handle, the man named Isaac beat him to it. His long arm extended around Nolan—so close that their sleeves brushed. That single whisper of cloth did things to Nolan’s body he’d never expected.

His cock had been hard as stone for hours. Hell, how could it not be when the Lady Sofia’s supple breasts were spilling out of her dark green gown?

The three of them entered the room, and Isaac pulled the door shut, twisting the lock.

“Which Hollis boy are you?” Sofia’s musical voice had a lilt that pointed to her foreign roots. With her bronze skin and dark, glossy hair, she might be Italian. Texas was a melting pot now that the railroad had merged the country. A new town sprang from the means of transportation, and more people poured in every day.

“Nolan,” he managed to say around his suddenly dry throat. He’d drunk very little whiskey, having been too distracted by each subtle move Sofia displayed.

She circled around him and Isaac, who still stood too close. Her brocaded gown swished as she moved. The simple sound raised the hairs on Nolan’s body. Lust pounded through his veins and pulsed heavily in his groin. He hadn’t been with a woman in years.

At the age of seventeen, he’d enjoyed his first encounter with an older widow woman. Clare had lived alone on the neighboring farm, her children grown, and with no man to care for her. Nolan had spent his summer working for her, planting and hauling and tending to the animals. Seducing her had been no trouble. The lonesome woman had fallen easily into his arms.

He would have married her, but mere weeks after their love affair began, Clare got the call to come to the city to nurse her sick mother. Nolan had never seen her again.

After that, he’d had one other encounter with a prostitute in San Antonio. But Hollis men did not carouse.

Except for tonight. He pierced Sofia with his gaze, and she froze. Her dress stopped swaying, her breasts ceased to jiggle within the tight, corseted bodice. Even her dark curls lay on her shoulders and spine, unmoving.

Was she breathing? One thing was certain—her eyes were burning with the light of desire.

Did she look upon every paying customer this way? Nolan pushed the notion from his head, fighting his rising disgust with what he was doing. Pay to have sex with her and Isaac? If his pa, brothers, or cousins found out, they’d whoop his ass. His mother and aunts would wail and then nag at him for associating with the dregs of humanity. Still, her roots wouldn’t put his family off—the fact that she was a whore would.

But looking upon Sofia’s expensive gown and breathtaking beauty, Nolan only saw a woman he desired above all else.

“This is Sofia, and I’m Isaac.”

“I know who you are.” Nolan’s heart battered the walls of his chest. What had he gotten himself into? A night of passion and ecstasy. Surely those two things were worth the sum he’d paid as well as the jab to his conscience.

“Well, Nolan Hollis,” Sofia murmured, “tell us about yourself.”

He moved into the room. The space was sparsely furnished—bed, dresser with washbasin, and some fresh towels. A few candles stood atop the dresser, their yellow flames flickering in the air currents.

There was nowhere to sit except the bed. He swept his arm toward it. “Please be comfortable, miss.”

She stared at him a beat too long, her fine dark brows knitted for a brief second before she lifted her skirts and drifted to the bed. Every curvy inch of her inflamed Nolan, from the column of her throat to the swell of her hips. And God, to see her body beneath her skirt—dainty ankles, round thighs, moist sex.

He fought down a shudder of want. No, he’d paid dearly for this night, and he wasn’t about to rut like a wild bull, ending his pleasure within seconds. Besides, he wanted to hear more of Sofia’s voice.

Isaac withdrew a shiny silver flask from his jacket pocket. Uncorking it, he offered it to Nolan.

“Thank you.” He accepted it and took a few swallows. The liquid burned a path all the way to his cock. While holding Isaac’s unusually bright stare, lurid images flipped through Nolan’s mind. What would they do together? Nolan’s cousin, Xander, shared a male lover with his wife. But Nolan had never lingered over the particulars when talking with his brothers and cousins about the strange arrangement. Of course, Xander wasn’t dallying with whores.

Sofia sank to the edge of the bed, her weight barely bowing the mattress. A tendril of dark hair slithered over her collarbone, drawing Nolan’s gaze.

“You’re one of the horse rancher Hollises?” Isaac asked.

“Yes.” Nolan passed the flask back to him, and Isaac skimmed his knuckles with his fingertips as he did. The touch branded Nolan’s skin. Biting off a groan, he struggled for control. If he didn’t dampen his desires a small bit, in seconds he’d land them all on the bed and not come up for air until they were screaming with release.

“Not a man who likes to talk about himself, are you, Nolan?”

He jerked at the sound of his name falling from Sofia’s lips. She leaned forward, and her breasts threatened to escape her bodice. But everything about her was relaxed, not affected. She wasn’t pouring on her charms as she had with the railroad executive.

“Here, darlin’.” Isaac crossed the room and handed her the flask. Nolan shivered as he watched her throat work with each swallow. Visions of her lips wrapped around his length danced through his head.

She gave Isaac the flask and sighed, leaning back on her palms. “Well, cowboy?”

Copyright © Em Petrova

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What an interesting concept that I loved! Ms. Petrova has the skills and the talent to back it up. It's super HOT. And I highly recommend it! (Posted on 5/6/14)

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