Box Set: The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 2 [Book 4 - Rosemary's Double Delight (MFM), Book 5 - Spurs and Heels (MF)] (Siren Publishing Romance Collection)
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The Divine Creek Ranch Collection,
Volume 2
In Rosemary's Double Delight, Rosemary is a little firecracker, and the one Evan and Wes have always loved. Her mouth gets her in trouble, Evan’s temper gets him in trouble, and even-tempered Wes is always caught in the middle. Add in a hot spanking and a fit of temper, and something’s gotta give.
In Spurs and Heels, Ash is the quintessential cowboy, from his hat to his spurs. Juliana’s the stereotypical city girl, from her manicure to her high heels. All he’s gotta do is walk into a room with those spurs jingling and she’s putty in his hands. But can she trust him with her heart?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 131,535 words
THE DIVINE CREEK RANCH
COLLECTION,
VOLUME 2
Rosemary's Double Delight
Spurs and Heels
Heather Rainier

Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
THE DIVINE CREEK RANCH COLLECTION, VOLUME 2
Rosemary's Double Delight
Spurs and Heels
Copyright © 2017 by Heather Rainier
ISBN: 978-1-64010-800-4
First Publication: October 2017
Rosemary's Double Delight
Spurs and Heels
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DEDICATIONS
Rosemary's Double Delight
To my husband, thank you for encouraging me to pursue my dream and for your unfailing patience. Brainstorming and doing research with you is so much fun.
To the girls, Tonya, Christi, Jennifer and Lisa, the ones who’ve stuck by me through all the hard work, made me laugh and talked me off the ledge.
Special thanks to Lisa and Tonya for their special skills.
I owe a debt of gratitude to Diana, Alison, Caroline, Elisa and all the incredibly talented staff at Siren Publishing. It is a pleasure being a Siren author.
Spurs and Heels
To my sweet, loving husband.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to Tonya and Lisa for their matchless skills, to Jennifer for her wisdom and hilarious irreverence, and to Christi for her unfailing ability to talk me off a ledge and see the big picture. Your worth is far above rubies.
Thanks also to Kris Cook’s Chatters Group. They are all completely, utterly naughty and totally supportive, and I appreciate them all.
Thank you to all the supportive women and men I’m fortunate enough to have in my life. Your kind words, thoughtful deeds, and shameless cheerleading inspired me to continue this journey.
This book would not exist without the stellar abilities and belief of the talented staff at Siren Publishing. Thank you Diana, Erin, Caroline, Elisa, and Lena—from the bottom of my heart.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Heather Rainier lives and writes in South Central Texas. Her stories offer up the content of her fantasies, with autobiographical humor, triumph, and tragedy mixed in. With great pride, Heather writes erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing under their Ménage Everlasting and Everlasting Classic imprints.
Heather’s love of romance fiction began as a teenager when her mom gave her copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss’s The Flame and the Flower and Bertrice Small’s Skye O’Malley. To this day she’s pretty sure that was her mom’s version of the “birds and the bees” talk.
Heather writes the type of novel she loves to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in and a happily ever after guaranteed. Heather’s favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant, but readers will discover a wide variety of heroes and alphas on the pages of her novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed. Heather hopes that readers relate to her heroines and the challenges and dilemmas they face head-on.
Heather believes that life doesn’t always present love to us in neat little sanitized packages. Sometimes we have to seize the day, live life with no regrets, forget the past, never give up, learn to trust, and dare to live, even in outrageous circumstances. Those themes are woven throughout her Divine Creek Ranch Collection, which debuted in November of 2010.
When not happily typing at her keyboard, Heather is usually busy corralling her kids, volunteering at local schools, or loving on her smokin’ hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedications
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Rosemary's Double Delight Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Epilogue
Spurs and Heels Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Landmarks
Cover
Divine Creek Ranch 4
Rosemary’s Double Delight
Rosemary is a firecracker, the one who completes them. Wes and Evan have loved this fierce little ebony-haired beauty since kindergarten, even when she’s being a spoiled rotten brat. The brothers still adore Rosemary now that she
’s a woman, but Evan has issues. Her mouth gets her in trouble, Evan’s temper gets him in trouble, and even tempered Wes is always caught in the middle.
Rosemary won’t tolerate Evan’s controlling ways, especially when he threatens to spank her. Why can’t Rosemary just do as Evan tells her, especially when it’s for her own good? Wes spends his time making peace, when he’d rather make love. They bring out the worst in each other, and hurt Wes in the process. She won’t give up because they’re also magical together, when they manage to get along! Add in a hot spanking, a fit of temper, and something’s gonna have to give.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 60,725 words
ROSEMARY’S DOUBLE
DELIGHT
Divine Creek Ranch 4
HEATHER RAINIER
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
The middle of July…
The humid air hung in the large workshop as Evan stroked loose dust from the smooth oak surface with his hand. The odors of freshly sawn wood and turpentine permeated the shop as the radio played a Travis Tritt song.
“Why don’t you call Rosemary tonight?” Wes asked as he turned to the work table, wiping down the framework for the padded bench.
Fucking mind reader.
“Naw. She’d probably rather talk to you, Wes. I don’t want to upset her anymore.” Anymore. Shit, now even Travis Tritt was getting in on the fun, poking at the painful spot in his chest.
Wes continued in a reasonable tone. “Not talking this out is what’s upsetting her. She misses you. She wishes things were like they used to be, before…you know.”
Evan turned to look his brother in the eye. “Before I fucked everything up. Yeah, I know.”
“That’s not what I meant. If you call her, she’d be happy to hear from you. It’d be a start anyway.”
“We’ll see,” Evan muttered. The ball was in his court, and he stood there like an idiot watching it bounce away. “She working today?”
“Yeah, she usually takes lunch at eleven thirty,” Wes offered helpfully. “I could spare you for a while if you want to take her to lunch.”
The lyrics of “Anymore” mocked him as the song came to its final refrain. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t love you anymore.”
“I’ll think about it.” Evan looked at his watch. He’d stop at ten o’clock and take a shower. It would be good to talk to her. He missed the old times something fierce.
* * * *
Rosemary chatted with Jack Warner as she folded the shirts he was purchasing into a neat stack on the sales counter at Cheaver’s Western Store.
“How are things going with you and those Garner boys?” Jack asked as he handed her his debit card.
“All right, I guess. Wes seems fine, but Evan I don’t know about.”
“Be patient, sweetheart. He’ll come around.” Jack smiled at her compassionately. “They’re good men, and they deserve a good woman. Plus, they need someone to keep them on their toes. I imagine you’re up to that challenge?”
“I hope so. You, Grace, Ethan and Adam give me hope. The wedding plans going all right?”
“Oh, yeah. Are you coming with Wes?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t miss it.” She handed him his shopping bag.
“Well, hang in there. We’ll see you around,” Jack said with a wink before strolling off to the front door.
A few minutes later, a woman approached the sales counter and laid several items on it then plopped her over-sized, knock-off handbag down beside them. Rosemary heaved a mental groan, remembering where she’d last seen this oh-so-annoying person.
Several weeks ago at O’Reilley’s, the woman had nosily approached Rosemary’s friend Grace while she was enjoying dinner with Jack, Adam Davis, and Angel Martinez and had the nerve to question her about the intricate gold necklace she was wearing. The necklace had been a gift from Ethan Grant, and the woman had made some ugly insinuations about Grace accepting such a costly gift from another man when she was engaged to Jack. Rosemary braced herself for whatever venom would spew from the woman’s mouth this time.
Elizabeth Owens sighed dramatically and spoke to Rosemary as if she knew her well. “It is such a shame that decent, hard-working men around here have the wool pulled over their eyes like that.”
Smothering a sigh, Rosemary replied, “I’m sorry?”
Remember it’s your mouth that gets you in so much trouble. She’s not worth it.
“That poor man, Jack Warner. That gold digger he’s engaged to is one of those women in town. You know, the ones who like group sex?” Elizabeth uttered the last two words in a stage whisper meant to be heard. “She’s bamboozled him into marrying her. She’s stolen three of the most eligible bachelors this town has. Someone ought to run her out of town. We don’t need that kind of immorality around here. The bible clearly states that—”
Oh, there she goes. Miss Holier-Than-Thou.
Rosemary interrupted her. “We should love our neighbor. You really need to check your facts before you spread any more gossip, Mrs. Owens. If you did, you’d know that Grace is an upstanding member of this community, self-employed, and well thought of by many people. If there’s an element of immorality in town, she has been more a victim of it than a perpetrator. Grace loves her men and is devoted to them. I imagine she will make a very happy marriage with Jack, despite what busybodies like you may say about her.”
The look on Elizabeth’s face was comical. Rosemary grinned when she saw her co-worker Bernadette approach with a smile, having overheard the exchange. Elizabeth’s jaws flapped together several times as Rosemary slid the neatly folded stack of merchandise to Bernadette. Rosemary lifted the stack of freshly hung shirts from the sales counter and walked away to place them on the rack.
After finishing with the sale, Bernadette sauntered over and said, “I’ve never seen Elizabeth Owens struck speechless before. That had to be a first. She’s probably going to complain about you, honey.”
Rosemary scoffed and said, “Oh, she can bite my lily-white ass, Bernadette. What are they gonna do? Fire me? That woman and her self-righteous, gossiping friends are an embarrassment to Divine. They can all bite my ass.” Bernadette first laughed then coughed, looking past Rosemary’s shoulder. She quickly excused herself.
“I’d love a bite of that, myself,” a deep voice said near her ear. Startled, Rosemary jumped and turned. She knew exactly who it was even before she looked because her body responded to that rugged voice the same way every time. The shirts she was holding swung around her ankles as she turned, catching on her pant legs. Losing her balance, Rosemary fell into Evan’s powerful arms. He caught her against his broad chest and steadied her as she juggled the hangers in both hands.
Perfect. Rosemary looked up into Evan’s handsome face. His full sensual lips showed the barest hint of a smile. Her body rendered a triple-whammy reaction as she inhaled his clean, soapy scent. Her nipples hardened, and her cheeks became so hot they throbbed, just like her clit. She put Pavlov’s dogs to shame with her lightning-quick responses to his stimuli.
“Hi.” Evan leaned forward to kiss her cheek and she clearly heard him inhale.
Well fine, damn it. I hope he gets hard as a freaking rock. It seems only fair.
“H–Hi. How are you?” she asked. She hoped he could see in her eyes that this was no rhetorical question she was asking.
He gazed at her with turbulent, dark brown eyes, hesitating before finally saying, “Confused, needy, and missing you something fierce. How about you?”
“I—um. The same.” She wished the tremor in her breathing would stop. She looked down at the shirts, trying to remember what she’d been doing with them.
“Do you take lunch anytime soon? Could I take you out?”
“Yes, at eleven thirty.” Glancing at her watch, she added, “You’re right on time. Is Wes around?”
“Naw, just me.” He paused for a second before adding, “Is tha
t all right?”
“Of course it is. I’ll grab my purse and let the office know I’ll be out for a while.”
Rosemary hung the new shirts on a rack and walked to the stockroom to check out. She glanced back at Evan and caught him watching her walk away. He had a sexy grin on his face and his cock was definitely taking notice if the big bulge behind his fly was any indication. Good. Knowing he was still affected by her kind of made up for her pebble-hard nipples and sopping wet pussy.
Rosemary stopped inside the stockroom doors for a moment and leaned against the wall, catching her breath. Was he finally ready to talk to her? Could they put the past behind them?
“Carol, I’m leaving for lunch.”
Reaching for the ringing telephone, Carol, the office manager and bookkeeper, said, “Your uncle is looking for you, honey.”
“I’ll get with him later,” she said distractedly as she went into her office and retrieved her purse.
Her Uncle Randy had different ideas, though, and caught her just as she was about to walk through the stockroom doors back onto the sales floor.
“Sweetie, you can’t be telling the customers off.”
Rosemary caught a glimpse of Evan standing at the front of the store talking with someone, before she turned back to her beloved uncle. “Elizabeth Owens is a mean-spirited gossip. I told her exactly what she needed to hear. She was gossiping about Jack, Ethan, and Adam. Did she happen to mention that when she came and cried on your shoulder?”
Randy gave her a long-suffering look. “It’s bad for business. She talks—”