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  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 8

  Wild Nights

  Heiress Jane Jarrow goes on a wild adventure before she has to settle down. Yet when she detours into Forever, Texas, she winds up following three sexy cowboys back to their ranch. She hides her identity and gets hired as a ranch hand hoping to get up close and personal with them.

  Morgan, Skyler, and Jason Dalton know Jane’s the one they’ve waited for. Going along with her ruse, they hire her as a ranch hand. If she can handle the hard work, then maybe she can handle them.

  When Jane’s father demands she return home, she refuses even when he vows to disown her. But when he threatens to call in the past-due loan on the Dalton ranch, she’s afraid she’s lost the men she loves along with her future.

  Jane and the Dalton brothers must make their choices. Do they save their love? Or do they save their home?

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 51,714 words

  WILD NIGHTS

  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 8

  Jane Jamison

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  WILD NIGHTS

  Copyright © 2013 by Jane Jamison

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-879-3

  First E-book Publication: April 2013

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  DEDICATION

  Dear Readers,

  Growing up in Oklahoma and Texas, I’ve always been around cowboys. My father owned a peanut farm and raised race horses in addition to his work as an insurance manager working with farmers. Then my older brother took it a step further by owning a cattle ranch, becoming a Western artist, running a Western historical museum, and even marrying a former rodeo princess.

  I’m very happy that you’ve decided to read Wild Nights. It’s Book 8 in my popular Werewolves of Forever, Texas, series. I hope you enjoy the people of Forever just as much as I enjoy bringing them to life.

  WILD NIGHTS

  Werewolves of Forever, Texas 8

  JANE JAMISON

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Jane Jarrow put her foot to the pedal, taking the curve that led to the exit off the highway as fast as she could without losing control of her convertible, every-option-available red Ferrari. The wind whipped through her long, blonde hair, pulling it behind her as she repositioned her sunglasses then gripped the leather steering wheel.

  “Hey, where are we going?”

  Libby Heinsman, Jane’s best friend, grabbed hold of the passenger side door and held on. They’d been best friends since finding each other sneaking into the bathroom to skip out of yet another boring lecture on etiquette at their boarding school in London. Libby’s frizzy, mouse-colored hair was tucked neatly under an old ball cap.

  “Does it matter?”

  “Well, yeah, it kind of does. We’ve already taken three side trips and your father’s expecting us back in Dallas by tomorrow.” Libby’s father worked for billionaire James Jarrow, and the fact that Libby was Jane’s besty hadn’t hurt his career.

  “Then that gives us plenty of time for another diversion. Come on, Libby. I had to pull teeth to get my father to let us have the summer off. Are you really all that excited to get back to Dallas and join the rest of the cubicle crowd?”

  As James Jarrow’s only and very spoiled child, Jane loved road trips, freewheeling it down the highway to who-knew-where. She’d graduated last May from Oklahoma University, after having fought with her father for the past four years against transferring to an Ivy League university more “befitting her social standing.” But she’d loved the school that was a mix of frat boys, jocks, nerds, and, especially, cowboys.

  Libby had followed her to the college and had graduated at the top of her class. Both girls had studied business administration with an emphasis in finance at the urging of their fathers, but only Libby had any intention of taking her place at Jarrow Enterprises Worldwide. Jane, who’d earned her degree by the skin of her teeth, couldn’t stand the thought of getting down to work. She’d partied hard during her college years and she planned on partying even harder now that school was over.

  “Okay, but this is the last one.”

  Like Libby could ever get her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She pushed another CD into the player and started bouncing in her seat to the rhythm of the country song.

  “I don’t get it,” shouted Libby above the music. “You were raised listening to classical music and going to the opera. How can you stand this stuff?”

  “Stand it? Hell, I love it.” She leaned to the side, the force of another hard turn taking both of them along with it. “Maybe that’s why I like it so much. It’s not all that boring shit. Plus, it reminds me of cowboys. And there’s nothing better in this whole wide world than cowboys.”

  She should know. Her parents had dragged her along on their trips around the world. Luckily for her, her grandfather had started Jarrow Enterprises in Dallas and not New York, so her father had no choice but to keep the business based there. She cringed to think about her mother rambling on, complaining about how much better life would be in the Big Apple. But New York had about as many cowboys as London did. Zero. Nada.

  “Hey, check it out.” Jane pointed at the sign as they whizzed past it.

  Forever, Texas.

  “Is that a commentary of some kind? Maybe it’s a ‘repent now or spend all of eternity in the hell that is Forever, Texas.’”

  “No. I think it’s the town sign and I like the name. Forever. It sounds homey and down-to-earth. Either way, we’re going to find out.”

  She kept speeding along the two-lane road. Cows dotted the pastures while the bright Texas sun shone down to keep them warm. Even though nature was almost ready to make the change from summer to fall, the day had turned out to be sunny with above-average temperatures and not a cloud in the sky.

  “There it is, girlfriend. Our next adventure lies in Forever, Texas.” Jane slowed down as they approached the town.

  “Small doesn’t even begin to describe this place. We’re not really stopping, are we? Remember what happened the last time we decided to make a pit stop in a hick town? Thank God your father found us before they locked us up and lost the key. You never should’ve kneed the mayor’s son.”

  “Little Mayor Boy deserved it after the way he treated that poor waitress.”

  “Maybe so. But let’s mind our own business this time, okay?” Libby pulled her cap lower. “Please tell me this isn’t where the movie Deliverance was fil
med?”

  Jane laughed and pulled her blouse lower. After all, it was never a bad idea to show off the girls. “That was filmed somewhere in the South. Like Georgia or Alabama. I think Forever looks charming. And I promise. I won’t try to bribe the local policeman to keep us out of jail. Or whatever passes for the law here.”

  “Bribing him would’ve made sense. But flashing your boobs at him? That was just plain ridiculous.”

  “Well, it almost worked. How was I supposed to know he was gay? Oh, look! How pretty!”

  Old-fashioned shops lined the main road into the center of town. The barbershop even had one of the old-timey striped poles in front of it. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn that old black-and-white television show with the folksy sheriff had been filmed in Forever.

  “Isn’t this place great? I haven’t seen anything like it since, well, forever.”

  “Ha-ha. So funny. Now can we just keep on driving?”

  Jane smoothed down her hair and glanced in the rearview mirror. “How about we stop for coffee? See? There’s a diner over there. Milly’s Coffee Spot. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect place to mix with the locals?”

  “Ugh. I’d rather keep going until we find a real town with a Starbucks on every corner.”

  “You’re describing about every other town in the country.” She slowed down and returned the wave of a woman passing by. The woman’s long hair hung to her butt and her clothes were simple, but she had a regal air about her that would hold its own with any high-society lady.

  “My point exactly. I mean, what town doesn’t have a Starbucks for Pete’s sake? Please, Jane. For my sake. Let’s pass on through and leave Forever in the dust.”

  Jane bit her lower lip. She’d developed the habit as a child, prompting her father to hire a special nanny whose sole purpose was to keep Jane from doing it. It hadn’t worked, but at least she’d learned to avoid doing it in front of her super-critical parents.

  “Oh, all right. But just for—”

  She slammed on the brakes and gaped at the sight in front of her. “Oh, my.”

  Libby flattened her hands against the dashboard, stopping herself from bumping into it. “Damn it, Jane. Are you trying to get me killed?”

  Jane pulled her sunglasses toward the tip of her nose and peered over them. “Will you look at that? As I live and breathe, I’ve never seen a better sight.”

  “Why do you lapse back into that folksy kind of talk whenever we’re in Texas?”

  “I like it. And that’s how my grandfather talks. Now, hush and look.”

  Libby followed her gaze. “Oh, hell.”

  “Oh, hell is right.” She maneuvered the car to the side of the road and parked. Down the street, far enough to spy on them without drawing their attention, stood three melt-your-panties-with-one-look men beside an older pickup.

  Two of them were dressed in white T-shirts and jeans while the third had his bare back toward them. Every muscle was highlighted by the rays of the late afternoon sun. His waist was lean and his jeans hung precariously on his hips, making her wish for a sudden wind that would bring them crashing down around his ankles. Thick, dark hair teased the back of his neck that had gotten a little more sun than the rest of him. The sun-kissed neck led to wide shoulders, the kind of shoulders that a woman could really get her fingernails into and hang on for dear life. She let her gaze fall down his back, over the tempting swell of his buttocks, and along the lean track of his legs.

  She pulled her attention from him to look at the other two men. Although they wore shirts, there was no hiding their amazing physiques. Their profiles were solid and masculine, like those of superheroes, as they faced the cowboy in the middle. Her gaze jumped from one man to the other as she tried to choose which one was better looking. It was, to say the least, an impossible task.

  “Talk about rugged jawlines and powerful profiles.”

  “Yeah. I’ve got to admit, Jane. They’re something.”

  Their arms and necks were as tanned as their friend’s and all three of them wore scuffed boots that had never graced the pages of a fashion magazine. They were all about the same age—she’d guess around thirty—and they sported the same style of haircut. Still, no one would doubt that they hadn’t spent time in front of a mirror. Their looks were the all-natural, easy kind that came from being born hot.

  “They are, my BFF, the best example of mankind I have ever seen.” She inhaled a quick breath as the one on the right reached into the truck, patted the black-and-white dog hanging its head over the side, then pulled out a Stetson to tug onto his head. “Oh, my. And they’re real, honest-to-not-Gucci cowboys.”

  Libby shaded her eyes and studied the men. “They’re definitely gorgeous. And yeah, they’re cowboys, all right. But what’s the big deal? You’ve seen cowboys before.”

  Jane didn’t bother hiding her surprise. “Are you kidding me? Are you talking about the guys who waltz around campus with cowboy hats on while wearing sneakers? The ones who pretend they know how to ride a horse? Libby, open your eyes. These guys are the real deal.”

  “It’ll last longer if you take a picture.”

  Jane forced her eyes from the hot men to find another example of the perfect cowboy leaning against the outside of a shop. The front window boasted pictures of muffins and cakes, along with a sign that read Crystal’s Gift Shop and Bakery. Grand Opening Coming Soon.

  “I’m sorry?”

  He smiled, then pushed his cowboy hat higher up his forehead. “I said you should take a picture of the Dalton brothers. That way you could look at them any time you wanted to.”

  “Crap.” Libby slumped into her seat and shifted to put her back to him. “I am so embarrassed.” She widened her eyes at Jane.

  “Oh, my God, Libby. The town’s full of sexy cowboys. I think I’m going to love it here.” Although she’d kept her voice as low as she could and still have Libby hear her, she would’ve sworn the handsome man heard her, too.

  “Crap and double crap.”

  “No need to feel that way.” He strode closer and tipped his hat in greeting. “Name’s Jackson Carr. Welcome to Forever, ladies. That’s one helluva car you have there.”

  Jane returned his smile. “Hi. I’m Jane and this is Libby. See, Libby? I told you they were bound to be friendly here. And yeah, Libby’s car is amazing. I could never afford a car like this.”

  “Not again,” whispered her friend.

  Jane kept a pleasant expression on her face. She’d often tried to hide her wealth from others, especially men. Once someone found out that she was rich—or rather that her dad was—they often treated her differently. Libby was used to her lie, making it seem as though Libby had all the wealth.

  “So do you know them? The men by the pickup with the dog?”

  Libby groaned and lowered her head. “Why couldn’t we have kept driving?”

  But Libby’s complaints didn’t seem to bother Jackson. “Sure I do. Everyone knows everyone in these parts. Are you passing through or hoping to stay a while?”

  “We’re just passing through.”

  Jane shot Libby a glare for beating her to the punch. “She’s right. We’re on our way back to Dallas. But I wish we could stay. I really like the looks of your town.”

  “Thanks. We’re partial to it. So why not hang around?” He tilted his head toward the Dalton brothers. “Would you like me to introduce you?”

  “No!”

  “Yes!”

  Again Jane glared at Libby. “I guess my friend’s a little shy.”

  “Yeah, I got that.” He tugged his hat lower. “I guess it doesn’t matter any longer. They’re heading back to the ranch.”

  The men had gotten into the pickup and were pulling out of their parking spot and starting down the road. A sick feeling hit Jane in the stomach as she saw the truck moving away from her. Nausea overwhelmed her as the need to meet them overrode everything else.