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  Racy Nights 13

  Captivating Her Racy Heroes

  When submissive Brynn Winston takes a job at Busler’s department store, trouble follows her, but she’s not the only target in Racy. Brynn knew Racy detective Sean Brennan and BDSM club owner Maddox McCree during their unsavory days in Chicago, and neither man is happy to see her living and working in Racy.

  But all three have more trouble than they realize when a man they knew in Chicago who was once accused of rape and murder is spotted in Racy. As Brynn works to convince Sean and Maddox that she’s as changed as they are, and that this man is a real threat to them, Doms Ryder Dayton and Hugh Sinclair fall hard and fast for her.

  As Ryder and Hugh fight to exonerate Brynn from the rumors about her past associations, they end up as pawns in a killer’s deadly game of cat and mouse, and soon realize Brynn’s past isn’t the real danger. It’s her present.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 45,031 words

  CAPTIVATING HER RACY HEROES

  Racy Nights 13

  Tara Rose

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  CAPTIVATING HER RACY HEROES

  Copyright © 2014 by Tara Rose

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  DEDICATION

  To Maddox McCree and Sean Brennan. Thank you for allowing me to reveal more about your pasts in lucky thirteen of this series.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  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

  About the Author

  CAPTIVATING HER RACY HEROES

  Racy Nights 13

  TARA ROSE

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Brynn Winston stood on the fringes of the park next to The Fit Bod, Racy, Indiana’s gym, and eyed the crowd gathered for the May third celebration. She knew it was to mark the one-year anniversary of an EF3 tornado that had destroyed most of downtown, and she knew the buildings had finally been reconstructed. This party was as much to unveil them as to help the residents of this small town heal.

  She knew that Busler’s Department Store was the only building not yet rebuilt, and the reason was because someone had set fire to it two months after the tornado. But as soon as it opened at the end of this month, she’d be working there as the new human resources manager. As she scanned the crowd, she also knew she’d find Maddox McCree and Sean Brennan here. The only thing she didn’t know was what she’d say to them once she found them.

  She hadn’t seen either man in about ten years, but she’d heard through the grapevine that they’d both moved back home, and now shared psychologist Julie Carruthers as a sub. Brynn marveled at that fact, considering the two hated each other by the time Maddox had left Chicago.

  She finally spotted them, sitting on either side of a woman with brown hair and striking blue eyes. She had to be Julie, judging by the way each man leaned close and spoke to her. She was very pretty. Much prettier than that skank Sarina Kole, Brynn’s former BFF and Sean’s former sub in Chicago.

  Brynn had read the story in the Chicago papers last spring that detailed how Sarina and Dean Kane had come here to Racy and kidnapped Julie, trying to get ransom money from Maddox. Idiots. The papers had left out the fact that Sarina had once been Kane’s sub. They’d also failed to mention how she had once played Sean against Kane, which was the reason Kane sought revenge in the first place. Now, Sarina and Kane were both in jail, and Maddox and Sean were cozy with Julie. Watching karma play out was a beautiful thing.

  But considering the last time she’d seen either Sean or Maddox she’d still been tight with Sarina, Brynn wondered how she’d be received by the men. Racy had a reputation for being a safe haven, and she hoped that proved to be true. She’d taken a huge chance coming here, but HR manager jobs were difficult to find these days.

  This job was the one she wanted. It had been too frustrating and boring collecting data from electronic test results of applicants for a dozen or so companies, and running them through a program that was supposed to choose a list of competitive applicants for each company, based on parameters they’d set up. That was not what she’d busted her as
s to earn an MBA for.

  She didn’t want to interact with computers. She wanted to talk to people, face to face, and do the job she’d been trained to do. Claude Busler was a crotchety old fart, but he knew his town and his business, and that’s exactly why she’d jumped at the chance he’d given her.

  The fact that Maddox and Sean were living here now had given her a few fearful moments, but surely they wouldn’t hold a grudge after all these years. She wasn’t the same silly girl she’d been ten years ago. And Kane had hurt her, too. She doubted they were aware of that. Maybe once they knew, they’d forgive her for the past?

  She squared her shoulders and started to make her way toward where they sat, surrounded by others, when Sean jumped up and ran toward the gym, along with several other men and cops in uniform. She watched for a few moments, wondering what had happened, and then walked toward the road where several Racy police cruisers were parked to try and get a better look.

  But as soon as she reached them, she was forced to move back a few paces, along with the rest of the curious onlookers, as most of the police cars took off down the road and disappeared around the curve in Riverfront Drive that wound behind the woods.

  Brynn knew nobody in town yet except Claude, but he wasn’t around to ask what the hell was going on. And she didn’t want to ask a stranger. Judging from the chatter around her, no one else knew what had happened either.

  She hadn’t really expected Claude to be here today. When she’d been hired two weeks ago and asked about the posters all over the downtown area advertising today’s celebration, he’d waved a dismissive hand in the air. “I’m not celebrating a tornado.”

  She walked among the crowd listening for clues on what was happening in the woods, but only heard speculation and references to past incidents and names she didn’t recognize. Whatever it was, she hoped no one had been hurt.

  As she made her way back to the road, she decided to take a walk downtown since she’d avoided the area earlier. Racy had ten thousand plus residents, and she swore ninety percent of them had been on Market Street by ten in the morning. Brynn didn’t care for large crowds, which had made living in Chicago quite interesting.

  She spotted a bakery with a sign that said Now Open. She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and hot dogs from a vending cart weren’t her thing, so she debated between the bakery and Nan’s Place, the local hot-spot diner that served appetizing food, but was in need of some serious updating.

  Claude had warned her to avoid Nan’s Place unless she wanted chronic heartburn, but Brynn had eaten takeout from there several times now since moving to town the week before, and she had yet to have problems with the food. Then again, she loved greasy cheeseburgers and french fries, so there it was.

  She finally opted for Nan’s Place because the idea of a ham sandwich from a bakery just didn’t appeal to her today, and she wasn’t going to eat donuts for lunch. She really needed to go grocery shopping, but the closest place to do that was a Walmart on the outskirts of town, and she wasn’t in the mood to brave that particular establishment. Maybe on a weekday, but today was Saturday.

  There were a few patrons inside Nan’s, and she was glad to see she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t in the park, watching the middle-school kids put on a drama about the tornado and the town’s recovery. She had nothing against middle-school plays, but the high-school marching band had been quite enough small-town corniness for one morning.

  She waved at Emma Falcon, the current owner and granddaughter of the original owner, Nan. As Brynn started to slide onto a stool at the counter, she slipped and fell, right in a big grease spot that she’d never even noticed.

  “Ouch…” Her ass and her dignity were the only things hurt, but Emma came flying from around the counter, apologizing all over herself. The arms that lifted her to her feet, however, belonged to two muscled men, who both asked her at the same time if she was all right.

  All right? No, she wasn’t all right. She was struck mute by the two most gorgeous faces she’d ever seen. Hunk number one had dark hair and gray eyes the color of a storm cloud. He smelled like a Calvin Klein cologne that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Hunk number two smelled like outdoors and hard work, and his blond hair and blue eyes reminded her of summer days on Lake Michigan.

  “I’m fine. Really.”

  “I swear I’m going to fire that idiot Charlie one of these days. He told me he cleaned up that spot two hours ago.” Emma muttered to herself as she sprinted into the back room. Brynn could only assume she was either going to kill Charlie, whoever he was, or was going to get something to clean the grease off the floor the right way.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” asked hunk number two. “Because you took a really hard fall.” His gaze traveled over her backside. “I think you landed on your back.”

  “I landed on my fat ass.”

  The corners of his mouth turned up, and she had to bite back an urge to moan. Holy hell. What a sexy look on that rugged face. “Doesn’t look fat to me.”

  “Me either.” Now hunk number one eyed her butt as well. If this had been Chicago, she’d have left the restaurant and labeled them creepers. But she’d been here long enough now to know that Racy was as far from life in a big city as anyone could get, and it was unlikely that these guys meant any real harm.

  “Um…thank you for the compliment.”

  “Would you like to join us for lunch?” asked hunk number two, glancing around. “We seem to be among the few in this town who don’t want to eat old hot dogs and cotton candy today.”

  Emma returned, pushing a mop inside a bucket and carrying a bottle of something. Brynn moved away from the grease spot as Emma narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure you’re all right? I’ve never had so many people fall in here as I have since I hired Charlie.”

  “I really am fine. My pride is hurt worse than my body.”

  Emma glanced at the two hunks. “Thanks for being such heroes.”

  They both grinned this time, and hunk number one stuck out his hand. “Our pleasure. I’m Hugh Sinclair.”

  Hunk number two thrust his hand in front of Hugh’s. “And I’m Ryder Dayton.”

  Emma snickered as she poured dark liquid from the bottle onto the grease spot. “Calm down, you two. She just moved here last week.”

  She shook their hands, wishing she’d worn something nicer today than jeans and an old Northwestern sweatshirt. “Brynn Winston. I’m the new HR manager at Busler’s Department Store.”

  Hugh raised his brows. “I didn’t realize Claude had hired someone.”

  She nodded. “Two weeks ago. The store won’t reopen until the end of the month, but we’re working out of a trailer in the parking lot.”

  “Where are you living?” asked Ryder.

  “I rented a room above a flower shop on Riverfront for now, until I figure out what to buy.”

  “Above Minnie Hester’s place?”

  “Yes. She’s adorable. And the smell from the shop below is like having a garden in the apartment all the time.”

  Emma tapped her mop handle. “There. Now it’s done right.” She glanced at Brynn. “Lunch is on me. It’s the least I can do.”

  “Oh, no. You don’t have to. Really. I’m not hurt.”

  “You’re too kind.” She narrowed her eyes at Ryder and Hugh. “And she’s not even from here. I know some Racy residents who could take a lesson from her.”

  Ryder held up his hands. “I swear I had no idea that ketchup bottle would explode like that.”

  “And I didn’t know pickle chips would stick to walls,” said Hugh.

  Brynn laughed. “Seriously? Now you’re just teasing me.”

  Emma shook her head. “I wish they were. You have no idea who you’re talking to here. They were the class clowns. Still are. Be careful.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Be very careful.”

  “You know, all that does is make me more curious.”

  Emma shook her head. “Suit yourself, Chicago girl.”r />
  “Thank you, Emma. You did us a favor.” Hugh held out an arm and grinned at Brynn. “Will you join us? We have our own booth.”

  Ryder winked at her. “It’s the one with the ketchup and pickle stains on the wall.”

  Oh my. Who could resist charm like that? Brynn took Hugh’s arm and followed them to the booth, tucked into an alcove directly across from the counter. He’d been right about the wall. Red and green stains dotted it, although the rest of the diner wasn’t exactly pristine. It was part of the charm, as far as Brynn was concerned.

  She picked up a menu, but there was really no need to scan it. There weren’t many choices, and she knew what she wanted. She placed it back in its metal holder and eyed their empty plates. “Looks like you two have eaten already.”

  “That’s all right,” said Ryder. “We don’t have any plans today. I’m on call but otherwise we’re both free.”

  Emma came to take Brynn’s order, and once that was finished, Ryder and Hugh each asked for another Coke. When Emma left, Brynn asked Ryder what he was on call for.

  “I’m a line tech for Notus, the power company that owns and operates all those wind turbines around here.”

  Brynn picked at a spot of dried mustard on the table top. “I know the name. They own and operate turbines all over the country. That must be fun work. Do you get to go up inside the turbines?”

  Ryder grinned like someone had just asked him to tell his life story. How refreshing it was to see a grown man who was proud that he did clean, honest work, instead of a ruthless wannabe, stepping on others to get to the top. “All the time.” He leaned close, and she couldn’t seem to look away from those blue eyes. They were the color of a summer sky. “If you want, I can arrange a tour.”