Sanibel Heat -Werewolf Menage

by Scott, Talyn

  Note from Talyn Scott: This book is for adults and contains, but is not limited to, m/f/m ménage, bdsm play, spanking, flaming hot, extremely graphic sex scenes, light exhibitionism, voyeurism, and lost loves reunited. If you love unquestionably, dominate Alphas and werewolves, grab a glance of wine, and find a comfy chair. If high-handed, overbearing males offend you, turn your boat around, before it’s too late, and don’t dock on Sanibel Island.

  Happy Reading,

  Talyn

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  Sanibel Heat

  (Werewolf Ménage)

  Fanged Ménage Book One

  By

  Talyn Scott

  Contents

  Note from Talyn

  Copyright

  Title Page

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Sanibel Burn

  www.talynscott.com

  Facebook Note

  Prologue

  Three short breaths in, one long breath out. Then doubled. Three short breaths in, one long breath out. Then tripled. Three short breaths in, one long breath out. The trees groaned. Snap, crunch above her head, the warning of something large, heavy…animals. Three creatures. Balanced, lethal, feral, their bodies painted the thick night. They knew every crevice, every hiding place, and every move to trap their prey in the wetlands.

  Tatum was that prey.

  Running. Sweating. Panting. The salty-crisp winter air hit her lungs, releasing the flow of ice-like crystals with every exhale. “Go away!” she cried.

  “Mine,” said one.

  “Mine,” said another.

  “Mine!” A beast snarled as it jumped into her path.

  The ground dipped from behind…to the side…they trapped her. She never had a chance. The sweat poured. The heat filled. The blue eyes, three sets, so startling in the darkness, came closer.

  “Miss, wake up. We’ve arrived.” The flight attendant gave her practiced plastic smile of the day and shoved Tatum’s seat forward.

  “Home.” Grumbling under her breath, she braced for the worst.

  Tatum felt a light brush against her shoulder. As she turned away from the bonfire, she met the face of Jayce Jordan. He was going to ask her to make out again, and this time she was saying yes. “There’s someone here that wants to talk to you. Come on.” With a heart-punching smile, he gestured for her to follow him into the woods…and she did.

  Chapter 1

  Tatum Shirley was in the middle of a lousy day. The runs in her hose, not stockings, were taking over. No amount of nail polish kept them at bay, not even the entire bottle. That was the sum of her life right now. Whatever she tried, easy or hard, had blown up in her face for the past two years.

  Now, she was back in sunny Fort Myers, FL, a vacation paradise for many visitors, but a hometown for her. If there had been any way to avoid coming back here, Tatum would have found it. It wasn’t happening. Her sister was getting married to Mr. Perfect, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dreamy Perfect, not to mention that he was crazy rich. That would be okay, if she hadn’t just been through one hell of a divorce twelve months ago and was virtually penniless.

  Tatum silently chastised herself; she should be happy for her sister. She would have to hear everyone say ‘I told you so’. That made for an unhappy Tatum, since the whole family had tried to stop her from marrying Troy, pleaded, and begged right up until the moment she walked out in her wedding dress. She didn’t listen, as she knew what she was doing, or so she thought.

  She was a fool.

  She was staring at it. Right in the middle of her sister’s baby grand piano stood the bridal portrait of Tatum and her ex-husband. Apparently, in this house, compassion was overrated. In said picture, Tatum still appeared the beautiful bride, yet some artistic creature had transformed Troy with a red marker portrayed as the devil. It was accurate, cold, but accurate. “Here is your paper Ms. Shirley, as you can see you have earned an F. Please note all needed corrections that have been marked in red, so that you may correct and resubmit before our next class.” Going home to her family was the same as a summoning to the principal’s office.

  What a do over. There were so many days in her life that were do overs since she turned fifteen, that she couldn’t count them. If she could do it, she would go back in time and change her course. Even though, she wasn’t a bad girl, she just made stupid mistakes.

  Repeatedly.

  “Here’s the tea, darling.” Renee sat two cups on the coffee table and shoed her cat from the sofa.

  Tatum hadn’t noticed the four-legged company. “I thought your cat was brown.” Her voice was scratchy. She had screamed and screamed when she had received her most-recent credit card statement last night after she checked the mail. This one was for the trip to the Bahamas, the trip that she didn’t experience. Troy did. He and his paralegal had enjoyed themselves immensely. First class. First ass. Like so many of the other bills, that one had gotten past the divorce mediator. She could fight them all, more than thirty thousand dollars on high-interest bearing accounts alongside student loans. Although she would have to pay the attorney, court fees and hope to win. She was too tired to try.

  “I do have a brown cat. This is Scoopy.” Renee flashed her grin, as she raised Scoopy’s paw in a mock wave.

  “How many?”

  “How many what?” Renee pouted.

  “How many pets are hiding in this house?” Tatum fought a sneeze. Her baby sister was a pet hoarder. Her heart was huge, and her wallet was small, but it didn’t matter to her. Whatever wandered the street in front of her car had an instant home.

  “Six cats, forty two fish and a pit bull,” she nearly looked guilty.

  “You’re finishing school. How can you afford them?” With all honesty, Tatum didn’t have any room to talk. She didn’t have pets, but she was immediately reminded of every mistake that she made and decided to zip it. “Don’t answer that. Even though you’re my baby sister, it’s none of my business.” She brushed her palms to adjust her skirt and instantly was rewarded with orange cat fur. “What’s the name of the orange one?”

  “His name is Julius. He’s on a special diet so don’t feed him from your plate. I rescued him last week from an old lady who had him on a brownie diet, and he weighed in at twenty six pounds.” She shuddered and handed Tatum her cup of tea.

  She blew a piece of fur off the lip of her cup and took a sip. “It’s good.”

  “Organic with a splash of soy and drizzle of honey,” Renee peered over the top of her cup. “Granny’s been asking about you.”

  Tatum stiffened.

  “No, it’s not that bad, even though you haven’t seen her for, hello, ten years.” Renee gave her a pointed look and took a sip. Her eyes closed as she savo
red her concoction.

  “Is that why you got the piano?” Tatum gestured with her chin as she sat her cup down.

  “You’re deflecting.”

  “Granny is the last thing that I need to deal with today, or ever.” Tatum watched the piano keys play by themselves.

  Her sister jumped up and rushed two arms inside the back of the piano to pull out a long, cranky, white fur ball. “Snow job, Mommy has told you repeatedly that you can’t nap here.”

  “Snow job?”

  “Don’t ask.”

  “Don’t worry.” Tatum pushed a hand across her tired face. “Point me to the shower, please.”

  “Good, you need to clean up. We’re leaving at six thirty. That’ll give us time to avoid five o’clock traffic on the Sanibel Causeway. Oh and P. S., granny is coming with us to dinner.” Renee braced herself.

  “Wait, I just flew in, and we’re going out?”

  “So are you going to sit in this fur trap and feel sorry for yourself?” Renee scoffed.

  “No, except for the fur trap part, could you point to the shower?” Tatum pivoted towards the hall and grabbed her bag.

  “You wanted to stay with me instead of the parents.”

  “So?”

  Renee released the longest, most exasperated sigh. “Please, please, we’re going to the Blue Pelican for dinner. I was going to surprise you, but since you’re being a baby, I can’t.”

  “The surprise would be that our ninety-two-year old granny is going with us. She’s such a prude; we won’t even be able to have a glass of wine.” Tatum braced her hand against the doorjamb. “We are talking about the same lady who threw out the vanilla flavoring after she found out that it was made with bourbon.”

  “F.Y.I., after that, her desserts sucked, and we kept our figures.”

  “Is that the best that you can do?” Tatum turned toward the hall.

  “It is right now. I have to call Mom. I can’t believe that you missed the rehearsal dinner last night.” She whistled low in her throat. “Molly was pissed.”

  “She’s perfect, and everything has to be perfect for her wedding.” It was a low blow and Tatum felt guilty for saying it aloud. Truth was she had a work deadline to meet and rent to pay.

  “It’s all good just take your shower.” Renee reached for the phone.

  “I shouldn’t have said it.” Tatum blew a golden curl from her eye.

  “Forget about it, okay?”

  “The Blue Pelican is ritzy.” Tatum didn’t have much money left, and pride dictated that she should pay her own way. In the eyes of her family, she was a divorced loser, and she didn’t want to add mooch to their list of grievances.

  “My friend’s brother bought the place a few months ago. Almost every Saturday, I eat there free. Sometimes, he lets us stay for the weekend if one of the rooms is vacant.” She gave a half shrug as she phoned her Mom. “He knows you’re coming…remember Bren Walker from high school?”

  Tatum dropped her bag. “Sure do. So, what you’re saying is…he knows that I’m coming tonight.”

  Renee’s eyebrows breached her hairline. “Is that a problem, too?”

  If she didn’t show up, it would look as though she cared. “Not a problem. How did he pay for a place like that?”

  “It was running down under the old management after the last hurricane. He made a bid and submitted a plan to the city of Sanibel to target high profile, upscale types to come and stay at his B&B. Since they would share their wealth with the other retailers on the Island, the city would reap the rewards and fantastic exposure.” Renee tapped a fingernail against the phone as she waited. “Actually, he’s quite business savvy since it’s already working. Gulf Shore Today printed a favorable expose last week, and he’s been on the Southwest Florida News several times.

  Tatum swallowed hard, and it didn’t work. The lump in her throat would only get bigger. “I’ll be in the shower.”

  “Use anything of mine that you need.” Renee shot over her shoulder. “Oh, look in the tub before you step in, sometimes Sugar Baby dumps a load when I don’t take her out in time.”

  Tatum froze. “Which one is Sugar Baby?”

  “The pit bull.”

  “Oh, God.”

  Jayce Jordan was on top of his game. “And thank you, Robert. Jordan Marketing will be pleased to serve your international needs, as well.” Jayce switched the phone to his other shoulder and snagged his laptop. “Yes, of course... lucrative for both companies.” He laughed low in his throat. “You buy that plane. Uh-huh, tell Michael that Jayce sent you and to bottom line it. Riiiight. Sure will. See you at the Regatta.” What a slam-dunk. Jayce closed his eyes and sank into his crushed leather executive chair. Before he could get comfortable, the intercom buzzed through his thoughts. “Yes, Stacy.”

  “Mr. Walker is on line three.”

  “Thank you, Stacy. Take off for the night and have a great weekend.” He put on a cordless headset.

  “Sir, are you sure that there isn’t anything else that I can do?” Stacy’s voice had breathiness to it that Jayce could name. Here we go again. “No, thank you. I’ll see you when I get back on Tuesday.”

  “Very well,” she was a little snippy at that point.

  “Hey bud,” Jayce drawled as he reached for his laptop case.

  “Finally,” Bren was snippy, too.

  “Why didn’t you call my cell?”

  “It kept going to voice mail.” Bren shoved his long fingers through his chestnut hair and got to the point. “I didn’t want to leave this kind of message.”

  “Someone died.” Jayce slumped back in his chair and spun towards the Miami coastline. His view was spectacular, and he made sure that he enjoyed it every day.

  “No one died.” Bren bit the inside of his jaw. He was in the restaurant portion of his small coastal resort and felt the eyes of his staff on his back, especially the females.

  “Spill it.”

  “She’s back.” He tried a nonchalant stance and waved a hand towards one of the regulars.

  “She,” Jayce whispered.

  “You heard correctly. We’ve been waiting for this, you know. Both of us.”

  “The plan,” Jayce closed his eyes against the view and pictured Tatum. It was quite an improvement.

  “She’s divorced.” Bren’s voice muffled. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

  “Just call me back, then.” Jayce reached for the headset.

  “Not you, the hostess. I stepped outside for privacy.” Bren’s blood pressure was going up, digit by digit. Just having Tatum in the same city could do that to a person.

  “I’m the one that told you originally, remember? So she’s going to be at the wedding.” The setting sun reflected against Jayce’s golden hair. “Since she wasn’t at the rehearsal, I assumed that she wasn’t going to be in the wedding party.”

  “That makes two of us.” Bren pinched the bridge of his nose. “That’s not all.”

  “Go on.”

  “She’s coming to the restaurant tonight.” A moment of silence ensued.

  “You’re a lucky bastard. What happened, she looked you up?” Jayce had a moment of jealousy. It was something that he rarely had, since he always got what he wanted. He had to rub his chest against the sensation.

  “Not exactly, her little sister hangs out with mine. I spot them meals and sometimes rooms on the weekend. Once again, they are coming out to the island. Difference is they’re bringing the girl who shattered my heart with them.” God, he could be such an idiot for the pansy talk.

  “Settle down, Bren. You’ve wanted this for a long time, waited for it.” Jayce was always the voice of reason.

  “I’m an idiot. It has been fourteen years. I have had beautiful women, more than I need. All the while, she brings me to my knees even though I haven’t seen her yet. Go figure.” The current was strong tonight, and the sea spray misted Bren’s face.

  “That makes two of us.” The line grew quiet, again. “I’m flying out in the morning
, be there around noon. Depending on traffic, I’ll be at the Sanibel Island property sometime after landing.” Jayce inhaled sharply. “I wish I could be there tonight.”

  “Are we sticking to the plan?” Bren’s voice cracked.

  “I’m in and no regrets after this.”