Authors: Rebecca Joyce
Tags: #Romance
The Men of Treasure Cove 2
Janie’s Tempting Submission
Janie Marie Potter is the shy librarian of Treasure Cove. Avoiding all contact, she lives her life as quietly as possible, but when she inadvertently checks out a book that is beyond her comprehension, she takes the intoxicating trip into a world that awakens her soul.
Jeff and Caleb Hicks are the owners of the JC Ranch, and they have a problem. They have fallen for the most introverted woman in Treasure Cove. Not sure on how to approach her, they are given an opportunity when they find out she has a secret desire.
Jumping at the chance, they move forward to seduce and capture the shy librarian, praying their dominant personalities are enough to win her heart, but when they discover there is more to the woman they love, can they stay the course and have her soul submit to them forever?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre:
BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length:
51,453 words
The Men of Treasure Cove 2
Rebecca Joyce
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JANIE’S TEMPTING SUBMISSION
The Men of Treasure Cove 2
REBECCA JOYCE
Copyright © 2013
They were laughing again. She giggled in the backseat of the car as her mother turned to smile at her. “What are you giggling about, darling? Are we funny?” her mother asked, stroking her face lovingly.
“Ah, she just likes to hear you laugh, sweetheart. Isn’t that right, cupcake? Daddy’s girl knows a pretty laugh when she hears one.” Her daddy smiled, looking at her from the rearview mirror.
“Try and get some sleep, darling. We are almost home,” her mother said, tucking her purple blanket around her.
“I love you, Momma,” she whispered, curling up next to her baby sister, who slept peacefully next to her.
“I love you, too, Janie.” Her mother smiled as a bright light flooded the car.
Year five
She was cold again. Huddled in the corner of the closet, she sat shaking, scared, and praying they would just pass out. Sweat dotted her brow. They were yelling again. They always yelled. Over the last year they’d gotten louder and louder. Now they hit.
He would hit her, she would hit him, and they’d both say they were sorry and make up with drinks. It was the same almost every night.
The shouts were becoming louder and louder by the minute. She covered her small sister’s her ears to try and block out the shouting, but nothing was going to drown out tonight’s folly. Deep down, she knew everything was about to come to a head tonight. Curling up tighter in a little purple blanket, she heard everything.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” the lady shouted.
“Shit, Stella, you fucked everything up! When they find out, we are both dead!” the man yelled back.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” she screamed.
“Calm yourself. We have to figure out what to do before they get here. ’Cause, they’re coming, Stella.”
“I don’t give a shit. I want you out of here, right now! Get out!”
The sounds of screeching tires and slamming doors interrupted.
“Oh God, Brian, they’re here,” she said. Gone was the insistence of him leaving. Now all she cared for was surviving the night.
From the closet she heard the shattering of glass and strange noises.
The lights went out, the lady screamed, and then there was no screaming at all.
Silence and more silence. Then the breaking of the front door.
Huddled in the little purple blanket, her eyes closed tight, and then she prayed for someone to save her and her sister. Sometime later, she watched her pink door open.
She watched through the slats of her bedroom closet as someone dressed in a police uniform entered her room. She watched as another came in behind the first, looking for something. Quiet as a mouse, she didn’t move when the dark figure stopped in front of her closet.
She watched as the stranger slowly opened the door.
Closing her eyes, she thought of popsicles, warm sunshine on her face, apple pie, bunnies, and kittens, anything other than the man before her.
“I found them!” the man in the uniform shouted.
She looked up as a pretty woman with flaming-red hair, dressed in the same uniform as the other, knelt and picked them up. “It’s all right, sweetheart I’ve got you. I’m gonna take you somewhere safe.”
Year ten
The big building before her looked more like a prison than a courthouse, but she couldn’t really compare since she had never been in a prison, yet that is. It wasn’t her fault, but she promised not to tell. She had to promise, because he said so.
She hated him. She hated her. The one who had really done it.
They were mean people. They didn’t care about her. They never did. They just wanted the money so they could buy more pot. She wished they would just leave her alone.
Standing with her social worker, the large woman frowned. “I don’t understand, sweetie. You never get into trouble. Why did you do this? Let’s just hope the judge goes easy on you.” She really didn’t understand what she did wrong. She just did what she was told. She wasn’t scared, because she was told she wouldn’t get into trouble, more than likely just a little slap on the wrist. So she kept her mouth shut.
That was something she did really well.
It wasn’t bad at first, living with them that was. Mrs. Wilcox, her new foster mom, could be nice, kind of sweet to her, but as soon as social services left, Mrs. Wilcox turned mean. She never hugged her, never cared about her. Mrs. Wilcox would yell at her all the time. She hated being in the same room with her.
Then there was her husband, Mr. Wilcox, who acted like she wasn’t even there. Something about him made her keep her distance, but that didn’t stop him from looking at Charlie, her baby sister.
She had to protect Charlie.
Charlie looked more like a small angel than a six-year-old girl. Charlie never talked to the Wilcox’s, but Charlie did with her.
It was their secret.
Just like being here at this courthouse was a secret.
She wasn’t going to tell anyone.
Year eleven
Someone came and took Charlie away last night.
She was all alone now.
She didn’t have anyone. Curling up with her purple blanket, she cried.
She knew no one would come running. No one would hear her, for she covered her mouth. She faded into the hard mattress that night and wept for what she was never going to have. Her world had been torn apart, and she was now truly alone.
Year seventeen
“Come on. We gotta hurry before they catch us,” Alex whispered, grabbing her stuffed backpack and throwing it over her shoulder.
“Are you sure about this? I mean, what if we get caught?” she replied, scared and unsure.
“We are not going to get caught. Now come on. We have already talked about this. I can finish when we get there. I have all the paperwork I need to become emancipated. We planned this. Now stop freaking out on me and get your butt in gear,” Alex said determinedly.
Alex was right. They had planned this. It had taken a long time and a lot of hard work, extra class loads, staying up till the early hours studying, and hours upon hours of community service, just to get enough credits to graduate early, and she had done it.