Taming Samantha [Sea Island Wolves 2]
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by Jenny Penn
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: [Siren Menage Amour 20: Paranormal/Werewolves, Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M] Samantha Hark is running from one werewolf when she ends up in the arms of two. Can she overcome her fears and insecurities to trust in the love they offer her or will her time run out as her past closes in with deadly intent? JD and Caleb McBane aren't about to let anything or anyone stop them from claiming their mate, even if that person is Samantha herself. The mating musk may render their feisty mate pliant to their commands, but when it wears off, Samantha is back in fighting mode. Can JD and Caleb tame Samantha before her enemies strike the killing blow? [Erotic Werewolf Menage Romance: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc./Menage Amour, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
127 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [364 KB]
Reading time: 236-330 min.
"5 Angles, Recommended Read: Taming Samantha is a must read! Readers, if you haven't discovered Jenny Penn then you are missing out on an excellent author. I highly recommended this book and any of Ms. Penn's writings."--Contessa, Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Stars: Jenny Penn's characters are strong and multifaceted. The plot is fabulous, sensual, and feral. I will be watching for more of her books."--ReviewYourBook
"4.5 Stars: After reading Taming Samantha, I was ready to go out and read plenty of Jenny Penn's stories. The sex between the three main characters happens very soon into the book, and normally I would have objected to how quickly it occurred, but it went along with the plotline so I was okay with it. Occasionally, JD's character went past "alpha" into jerky, but I liked how Samantha wouldn't let him get away with it and kept rebelling when he crossed the line. In the second half of the book the writing gets smoother and the characters become more likeable. I ended up really enjoying the book and wanting to go back and read the first in the series. Also, Taming Samantha had some well written and interesting secondary characters who I believe will eventually get their own story. I can't wait to read them all."--Elizabeth Charles, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4.5 Cherries: I really enjoyed this story and its characters. The epilogue of the story hints at the possibility of more stories to come and I can't wait to read more from this author and series. If you like your paranormal romances extremely hot with strong characters, then you might want to read this one."--Lilac, Whipped Cream Reviews
"4 Blue Ribbons: Samantha is a very strong heroine. Beautiful and intriguing, it is no wonder her men can't keep their hands off of her. Full of surprises, she doesn't give an inch where her men are concerned and while they ply her with their mating musk, deep down inside her heart of hearts she wants them without it. She just has to allow herself to trust them and that is the hard part. Taming Samantha is very erotic. Gripping and gritty, it holds nothing back from the reading and the love scenes are explosive. I have a new author to read and am looking forward to Jenny Penn's next release!"--Natasha Smith, Romance Junkies
"Recommended Read: Taming Samantha is an addictive pleasure! Captivating characters in a lusty story with so many carnal moments' readers will be sore before Taming Samantha is finished. Taming Samantha is raw, raunchy and intense at times giving readers exactly what they want, a good, hot story. I Joyfully Recommend Taming Samantha, it's not for everyone but if you dare it will leave you needing a cold shower or a lucky partner!"--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
Sheriff JD McBane paused outside the large paint booth. A scrawny kid was inside giving a hot rod a custom paint job. Through the viewing glass, JD watched the boy work with fast, quick strokes of the paint gun.
The paint suit was one size too big, and the facemask enveloped his whole head, but there was a human under all the gear, the first JD had seen in the hundred-plus-acre race park.
Not that he had searched the entire park, just the main area around the entrance. His plan to put off coming up to the park until the weekend had backfired. The idea had been to introduce himself to the staff and have a word or two with the manager on a day they were sure to be around.
He'd searched the large hotel, the small rental cabins, through all six garages, and the several other log cabins serving as offices and staff housing. Besides an amazing collection of motorcycles, go-carts, cars, emergency equipment, and assorted mechanic's tools, he had not seen a single person.
Not until he found the kid painting the hot rod. When he banged on the glass to get the boy's attention, his head popped up. He hesitated before giving JD a little wave and turning back toward his work.
JD felt his muscles tense at the brat's dismissal. He was the sheriff and alpha. Everybody showed him respect. Those who didn't quickly learned the error of their ways, just like this kid was about to.
JD banged harder on the Plexiglas. Pointing to the door, he mouthed "now." The boy hesitated before putting down the paint gun and stomping to the door in obvious annoyance. That was fine with JD. He was just as irritated by the kid's attitude.
"Whada' you want?" The words were muffled by the face mask, but there was no hiding the demand in his tone. "I got work to do."
"I want to talk to you for a moment." JD's expression darkened. He was used to dealing with snotty adolescents. They were easy enough to intimidate.
"About?" The kid's hand went to his hips, obnoxiously mimicking JD's stance.
"I can't understand you."
"Sounds like a personal problem."
"Take off the mask."
"Is that an order?"
This snot was getting on his last nerve. JD could hear the brat muttering to himself. The mask muffled the words, which was probably for the best. He didn't want to do all the paperwork required to haul the kid down to the station just to scare some respect into the delinquent.
A second later JD forgot how annoyed he was. She had the face of an angel. Her hair was dark with rich, deep reddish streaks mixed through. It contrasted with the pale perfection of her soft-looking skin. Her large green eyes bewitched him, the glint of anger making them more captivating.
Her lips had every muscle in his body tightening. Those full lips would drive a saint to dirty thoughts. JD was no saint, and his mind quickly produced a myriad of visions, all having those sweet pink lips wrapped around his cock, his hand buried in her silken tresses as he set the pace. His twin would be behind her, riding her to orgasm, or perhaps Caleb would have his head buried between those lush thighs and...
"Well?" The girl's sharp tone clawed through his fantasy. "What do you want?"
* * * *
Sam put the mask on the crate next to the door, intentionally ignoring the enormous deputy. Boy was he annoying, the arrogance to demand her to stop working. Who the hell did he think he was?
Sam did not respond well to authority, especially male authority, and definitely not when the man was handsome. The deputy fit all her prejudices.
The clarity of his vivid blue eyes stuck out against the rich darkness of his hair. It was a little long and fell forward, highlighting his angled features. That rugged chin looked like a master sculptor had carved him from stone.
The dark colors of his uniform were anything but slimming. His navy blue jacket emphasized the broad width of his shoulders, while his enormous thighs thinned out the crease in his matching slacks.
The thick black gun belt slouched slightly, defining the narrowness of his hips and assuring a woman that it was hard muscle filling out the rest of his clothes and not flab. The solid perfection of his physique would have made a quarterback jealous.
"So what do you want?" she repeated while ripping at the zipper of the paint suit.
The interest she felt stirring in her body drove her agitation up a notch. Her wayward hormones annoyed her as much as the oversized deputy in front of her. It didn't matter what her body thought of him. Sam had to remember that things were different now.
With her pleasantly plump body and dirt brown hair, few men looked at her long enough to realize she had pretty eyes. Bruce had looked, and she had been naïve enough to think that he wanted her and not her money. Well, she would not make that mistake again.
Sam scowled with the direction of her thoughts and turned her attention back to the deputy. He was staring strangely at her. What the hell was wrong with him? Were his eyes actually going gray? Too weird.
* * * *
"What do you want?"
"I ... uh..." For a moment JD felt as if he were sixteen again. The girl stepped completely out of the paint suit. The large T-shirt she was wearing fell to mid-thigh, giving the illusion that was all she was wearing. That did not help his problem.
Distantly JD realized who the girl had to be. Never in his life had he so strongly responded to a single woman. JD felt a moment of light-headedness as he realized the day had finally come.
Finding a mate was hard, serious business, and most of his pack traveled the world just to locate theirs. As alphas, neither Caleb nor him had that luxury. It was not unheard of for alphas to pass through their reign without ever meeting their mate.
Though he had never said it, JD had been worried, borderline depressed, by the prospect of never having a family. The feeling had gotten worse when his fathers had been killed. Their family had been left decimated, quiet and too small.
That would become their past. With their mate, Caleb and he would begin to rebuild their family. It would not be a year before their home was filled with babies. Two to start, but soon many more would come. It would be no chore to get their mate pregnant.
What a little beauty she was, all curvy and rounded. She was physically perfect. Her disposition, on the other hand, needed some fine-tuning. That was all right. He would be glad to instruct her on the proper way a woman should behave.
Those instructions would begin now. The little slip of a woman in front of him was going to learn that he meant business. When he issued an order, he was not to be defied.
"I'm looking for the manager?" JD kept his tone testy lest the girl realized how happy he really was.
"Do I look like one?"
"You look like somebody who is asking for a spanking," JD snapped.
"A what? Is that a traditional punishment for you backward hicks?"
"Backward? Hick?" JD did not have to fake his anger this time.
"A spanking." The girl seemed oblivious to JD's rising anger. "And what great sin did I commit to earn one of those? Did I fail to bow down to the almighty authority of a deputy sheriff who happens to be trespassing on private property?"
"For being one lippy little brat."
"That wouldn't be your problem if you left. Perhaps you need to go back to cop school and freshen up on the notion of an individual's rights. I'm allowed to be as bratty as I want on private property."
Her eyes were flashing now as she whipped her hair back over her shoulder with a shake of her head. The motion was meant to be defiant, but it drew his attention to her long neck, which led his eyes to the well-developed chest and the gently rounded stomach.
God, she was soft-looking. All JD wanted to do was to put her beneath him and rub against her, feel all that silky skin against his own. Then he would devour her. He would taste and stroke every inch of her body until she had no mind left to issue sharp comments.
Her fingers snapping in front of her chest drew his attention away from his fantasies.
"Do you mind?"
Perhaps he was taking the wrong track with her. Direct demands were getting him nowhere. Maybe some smart-ass comments would penetrate her thick skull.
"You know, you're kind of cute when you're mad."
* * * *
"Excuse me?" Sam blinked.
Her mind could not devise a suitable comeback to that. Normally, she would have ripped into a man for such a condescending comment. The deputy's grin threw her off. Damn the man. He had a dimple. It was almost too irresistible to ignore.
"All flushed and sweaty." His eyes traveled down her body with an undeniable heat. "Like you just got done having a really good time. I always enjoy a good time with a sexy woman. What's your name, sweet cheeks?"
"A good ... sexy ... well it sure as hell isn't sweet cheeks!"
"You have anger management issues, don't you?" The deputy's eyes strayed back to her breasts.
"And you must need glasses because my face is up here, buddy."
Sam crossed her arms over her chest. She told herself her nipples were puckering from the cold winter day. It had nothing to do with the heat in his gaze.
"I thought that was the idea of you standing there wearing next to nothing. You can't flaunt your body and then get mad at a guy for admiring it."
"Can I blame him for having the manners of a pig?"
Sam knew that her comebacks lacked in wit or bite. It was hard to think when her body was already responding to the look in his eyes. That embarrassing fact fueled her anger.
"What's got your panties in a twist? Perhaps you enjoy the attention?"
"Screw this. I'm going back to my painting."
It was a perfect exit line. She matched her action to her words and slammed the booth's door behind her. It took her all of a second to remember that she was not dressed to paint. It took another second for her to gag on the fumes in the booth.
"Damn it!" she bellowed and threw the door open.
The arrogant jerk was still there. The bastard had two dimples. He had been hiding the other one. Sam snarled and tried to storm past him, muttering to herself about overgrown jerks. Her mistake was walking too close to him.
* * * *
JD grabbed her by the arm, bringing her to a dead stop. The minute he touched her, JD knew he was not going to let go. Her sweet scent was mixed with the strong odor of the paint fumes. Still the hint of her natural smell teased him, driving the blood from his brain to his cock.
He wanted to drown himself in that scent. First, he was going to have to strip his mate to get rid of the stronger odor of paint. Hell, he may even have to bathe her. JD grinned at that idea. Images flooded his brain of what he could do with her naked and wet in his arms. His cock thumped, straining against his slacks in agreement with his thoughts.
"I asked you a question." JD used his stern cop voice, though there was no heat behind the tone. As fun as teasing the girl was, it was time to use the ground gained to get some answers.
"No, I'm not the manager."
"What's your name?" JD sighed. He felt as if he were going in a circle.
"What's it to you?"
"Just answer the damn question!"
"Or what? You really going to spank me?"
"Don't tempt me."
"Wow!" Her eyes widened in feigned fear. "You got me quivering in my boots, big boy."
"Tell me yours!"
"Can't you read?" JD pointed to the nametag sewn on to his uniform.
"Lawsuits require a first name too," she informed him curtly. "Everybody knows that."
"The one I'm going to file against you for harassment."
"I'm going to add trespassing too. And if you don't let go, I'll throw in police brutality as well."
"I haven't begun to brutalize you."
"You're hurting me right now." Her whisper was just as soft. "Just look at your hand, at the size of that paw. It is as overgrown as the rest of you. Now look at me. Do you think a jury will have a hard time at seeing me as a weak, innocent girl who was intimidated and abused by an overgrown jackass, drunk on the power of his position?"
Her eyes grew wide as a look of fear filled them. In a little girl voice constricted by fear and pain, she began to recite what she would say.
"I was all alone, working in the paint booth, when a large man surprised me. He was a cop, so I felt like I had to obey his commands. I did everything he asked..."
"Like hell," JD muttered, torn between annoyance and amazement. He was transfixed by the change that came over her as she continued to tell her story.
"He started to yell at me and go into a rage." Her voice was wavering now as her lips began to quiver.
"A rage?" JD watched in astonishment as a single tear slid down her cheek. Her other hand came up to pathetically wipe it away.
"He started making lewd comments while he stared at my breasts. I was so scared." Her voice broke into a sob, and she buried her face pathetically into her free hand.
"Then he grabbed me, and I wasn't sure what he intended to do. He's so big, and I was completely defenseless." She blubbered.
"That's it! That's enough!" JD bellowed over the racket she was making. Jesus. The girl probably could convince a jury. If he had not been privileged to see her true attitude, he would have believed her.
"Don't mess with me, muscle head." Her head snapped back. Her cheeks were wet, but her smile was pure devil. "I'll have that jury eating out of the palm of my hand."
The mischievous chuckle sealed her fate. His mate was a brat. Obviously, she had been getting away with murder. With that body and those acting talents, it was little wonder why. That was about to change.
The last thing JD was going to allow was for his mate to run roughshod over him. No way was he going to tolerate that. She would be obedient, sweet, and accommodating at all times. If she did not know the meaning of those words, he would teach them to her.