When 22 year old Max Monet can't find a journalism job out of of college, her Aunt lets her know about a special little town in New Mexico that's looking for someone to run their newspaper. Her Aunt hints that there's something magical about this place, something that almost made it seem like anything was possible, but all Max sees when she arrives is desert and a whole lot of nothing. That is, until she meets the Baxter Brothers.
Zach is 39, gorgeous, and the owner of the local hotel. He's almost old enough to be her father, but when they touch, there's a spark Max can't ignore. She feels the same heat when she meets his sexy brothers, Ben and Jace. They all try to make her feel as welcome as possible, and not just because they're being neighborly. The town is famous for one thing: women are in short supply. When one rolls into town, the men line up, ready and willing to share, especially for a woman as young and beautiful as the smart-mouthed Max.
Now, Max has to decide if she's willing to give in to her impulses with one Baxter Brother... and if she's ready to learn the secret about life in Coyote Canyon.
This 6500 word story is Part 1 in the new Baxter Brothers series! It's a red hot erotic romance featuring age gaps of up to 17 years, and a reverse harem you won't want to miss!
Here's a sneak peak:
He tasted like mint and fresh water, and I let my tongue dance with his, whimpering when he finally pulled away.
"Max, are you sure this is what you want? I'm a lot older than you are-"
I pulled him to me again, this time tugging at his buttons, wanting to see what was under that shirt of his. He unbuttoned the top button and yanked it over his head, and I gasped in delight as the firelight played over his washboard abs. He hands worked my buttons now, and in a flash, I felt the flannel shirt slipping off my shoulders, then over my hips. It pooled on the floor below me, and I watched as Zach took me in, drinking in the sight of my slender naked body, my curved hips, and upswept breasts.
He kissed me again, and I reached down and felt him, rock hard, his cock straining against his zipper. He hissed through his teeth as I cupped him, running my fingers over his length, tracing him through the denim.