Nov 2, 2013

Sanctuary, Montana Blog Tour: Zara Chase



Farah McLean is driven from Sanctuary, Montana, by the dispute that has raged for years between her family and the Baldwins, keeping her from the love of her life, Drew Baldwin.
A detective in nearby Billings, she returns home, having been shot in the line of duty, to find Drew is also back in Sanctuary, along with his buddy Isaac Kincaid. When she discovers that Drew left Sanctuary because of his feelings for her, their love for one another can no longer be suppressed.
Drew and Isaac share everything—including Farah—but their relationship can’t go anywhere without destroying their families, unless…with time and determination on her side, Farah uses her detection skills to delve into the origins of the dispute.
Will she be successful, and will the stubborn patriarchs of the two clans accept her findings, even if she is…


Isaac merely laughed. “Farah, honey, the way I see it, we don’t have a whole lot to be modest about.”
Farah would die rather than admit it, but she had to agree. Isaac was now lounged elegantly against the doorjamb, his long legs crossed at the ankles, right at home in cowboy boots and worn jeans that hugged his hips and gave her a graphic idea of the state of his butt. She couldn’t help noticing that the denim was especially worn around his crotch area. What was he packing in there? Down, girl!
Drew now stood beside his buddy, and glancing up at them, Farah suddenly felt way too hot. They were quite a sight, what with their broad shoulders, lean, hard bodies, and lazy, persuasive smiles. Their not entirely civilized male auras probably worked favorably on every woman they met, too, and they knew it, the arrogant sods. After all, what girl could resist the challenge of taming bad boys?
Farah wasn’t that shallow. Really, she wasn’t. She only moistened her lips because they happened to be dry, nothing more. She’d go right back into the club, just to show them she wouldn’t be pushed around. Problem was, she couldn’t seem to move. Trying to tell herself she was over her obsession with Drew was like using a Band-Aid to fix a broken heart. It was never going to convince anyone, so she simply stayed put and waited to see what they’d do next. Whatever it was, she wouldn’t agree to it.
She absolutely wouldn’t.
She could understand where Isaac got all those muscles from. He worked with horses all day long. But Drew was a shrink with some fancy outfit in Denver. He had no business looking quite so…well, so virile. She suppressed a shudder, but a frisson of excitement still ripped through her when she recalled how it had felt to be held up close against his sculpted torso.
Damn it, she was losing control again!
Both men flashed lazy smiles, and to her mortification, she realized it was because she’d been staring at them for way too long. She quickly averted her gaze, looking toward Aubrey and Tatum for help. But they’d obviously noticed what just went down. They both knew she’d once had a fixation with Drew. Clearly they didn’t realize she was over that because instead of coming to her rescue they meekly headed toward Aubrey’s car.
“Hey, wait for me!” Farah cried.
“You’re good, babe,” Tatum said with an insufferably smug smile. “Drew and Isaac will take good care of you.”
That’s what I’m worried about. Farah could only stand and stare, dumfounded, as Aubrey sent her a little wave, started her engine, and drove out of the lot.
“Now see what you’ve done,” Farah said, glaring at the two men. “There goes my ride.”
Judging by their amused expressions, she could have phrased that better.
“We’re happy to give you a ride, darlin’,” Isaac said.
“Good. I take it you don’t need directions to the McLean ranch.”
Farah’s head was still itching from the wig. She pulled the elastic band out of her hair and shook it free. When it cascaded about her shoulders in its usual wild disarray, she thought she heard both men inhale sharply. Damn, did they think she was trying to impress them? She absolutely wasn’t. Her head was itching, was all.
“Why did I have to choose the one week when you’re home to visit that club?” she asked, pointing an accusing finger at Drew.
“Oh, he’s not—”
“Where would you like to eat?” Drew asked, cutting across whatever Isaac had been about to say.
“Well, seeing as how you’ve messed up my night out with my best friends, you might as well take me to the Steer House,” she said sweetly, naming the most expensive restaurant in town.
“You got it,” Drew replied. “Come on, we’ll go in our truck.”
Farah didn’t like the idea of being squashed in between these two. Or rather, she did, a little too much. It was hard to play the part of the wronged party with a leaking pussy and painfully hard nipples. And don’t get me started on my toppling gut. Judging from Drew’s insufferable expression he knew precisely what she was thinking, damn him!


“How come you two weren’t snapped up years ago?” she asked. “You must have had offers.”
“One or two,” Isaac said, modest for once. “But we weren’t interested.”
“Why not?”
“Because those women weren’t you,” they said together.
Farah felt herself blushing. “Thanks,” she said meekly. “I hope I don’t disappoint you. Like I said, I haven’t been very adventurous to date.”
“That’ll change once you’re fit again,” Isaac said, taking the cream and gently applying it to Farah’s bruises.
“You like what I’m doing to you?” Isaac asked, abandoning the ointment, instead gently rimming one hard nipple with his forefinger.
“I could take it a little harder.”
“Glad to hear it.” Isaac took her hand. “Come and lay down, honey, and we’ll both give you some attention.”
Farah noticed that Drew was now naked as well. She lay on her right side, her injured thigh uppermost, and felt a large, hot body land on either side of her. Wow, they hadn’t even touched her yet, but already she felt a deep tug between her legs. Juices flowed from her cunt, and lust radiated from her core, spreading through her entire body.
“Just keep still, darlin’,” Isaac said, “and let us love you.”
Drew was behind her, and she felt his lips kissing their way down her spine. She shivered as gloriously diverse sensations rippled through her. At the same time Isaac applied his lips to her nipples. He didn’t just suck them, he bit at them.
“That hurt?” he asked, lifting his head.
“Yes, but I rather like it.”
“That’s right, honey. Just give it a moment for the pain transmutes to pleasure. Breathe real deep and roll with the pain.”
“I’ve heard that said, but never really believed it before.”
“Now you know,” Drew replied, while Isaac continued to torture her nipples.
Large hands and searing lips seemed to attack her from all angles, and Farah loved every minute of it. If she hadn’t completely understood the attraction of ménages before, she certainly did now. Oh my, Drew was playing with her ass, running his fingers between the cheeks, rubbing something cool into them.
“Lube,” he said in response to her unasked question. “You ever had anal sex, honey?”
“That’s good. We wanna teach you everything we know about it. Will you let us?”
Hell, yes! “Sure.”
“I’m gonna slip a plug into your butt, just to get you used to the sensation. You cool with that?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, babe, don’t tense up. Try and relax your muscles and let me in.”
“If feels invasive.”
“Sure he does, but once you get used to the feeling you’ll wonder how you lived for so long without trying it.”
The sensation burned, but Isaac was distracting her with the things he was doing to her tits, and suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore. Her backside felt full, and kinda nice.
“Hmm,” Drew said, clearly sensing her relax. “Do you like that?”
“Yeah, it feels…I’m not sure, warm, maybe.”
“That’s right. The plug’s full of oil. Your body will heat it up and then it’ll blow your mind.”
“Talking of blowing,” Isaac said, abandoning her tits and kneeling over her body so that the tip of his erection touched her lips. “Taste me, darlin’.”
That she was more than happy to do. It was a service she’d performed for Drew earlier, after he’d gone down on her, and he’d seemed more than happy with the way she went about it. She opened her mouth and sucked the head of Isaac’s penis between her lips, making him gasp when she slipped her tongue down its slit. As she did so, she became aware of Drew’s fingers playing with her pussy from behind, agitating the tight bundle of nerves that made up her cit. Farah was always vocal in such situations, keen to verbally express pleasure. Not possible this time. She had her mouth full, licking Isaac from the tip of his cock all the way to his balls and back again, making sure to hit the frenulum nerve on the underside of his shaft in the process.

Drew was now tormenting the sensitive area between her cunt and anus. The plug in her backside was heating up, and so was she. She took more of Isaac into her mouth, enjoying the devastatingly erotic taste of him, the musky scent of his arousal, sensing he was no longer quite so in control.

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