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  King’s Bluff, Wyoming 3

  Surrender to Chance

  After a painful divorce, a determined Olivia Fletcher returns to her hometown of King’s Bluff, Wyoming, to rebuild her life. She finds a public relations job at a new, exclusive lodge. But the owners of the lodge—and the on-site BDSM club—are powerful Dominants who are as fascinating as they are unsettling.

  Alex and Kane MacKenzie share everything from their international construction business to their home. The two Doms had hoped to find a woman to share as well, but Alex’s past has taught the remote alpha that women are incapable of caring for anyone but themselves. To his surprise, their new PR consultant shows a loyalty that pulls at his heart. Kane, the rebel, is committed to learning the spirited redhead’s dreams and fears. When they discover her suppressed interest in BDSM, the former SEALs set out to convince Olivia that surrendering to them doesn’t mean losing her identity.

  But strong men draw formidable enemies. One has targeted the brothers’ weak spot—Olivia—and Alex’s deepest fear—betrayal.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 114,256 words

  SURRENDER TO CHANCE

  King's Bluff, Wyoming 3

  Fiona Archer

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  SURRENDER TO CHANCE

  Copyright © 2015 by Fiona Archer

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-63259-453-2

  First E-book Publication: June 2015

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  DEDICATION

  A special acknowledgment is due to the following people:

  To Tammy Faris and Devon Hensley whose combined suggestions formed the title of Alex, Olivia and Kane’s story.

  To Shelley Cornish, Sandra Allan and Maimeo’s Angels who all came up with the name “Patch” for our canine hero.

  To Diane Smith who gave me a crash course in crochet. It was confusing there for a while, but in the end I mastered the art of YouTube tutorials.

  To Lori Jo Levy for her suggestion of the name Rubetta Island.

  To Liam O’Connor, International Man of Mystery, who insisted that Kane MacKenzie be an environmentally conscious Dom and drive a Tesla around town. You convinced me, gorgeous.

  To my fabulous beta readers, Liz Berry, Monette Michaels and Amber Mize, who spank hard, but give the best cuddles afterwards.

  To Chloe Vale, my Comma Queen, who always answers the phone for those late night calls. I don’t believe the rumor she’s changing her number.

  To Cherise Sinclair, my crit partner and dear friend, who braved spiders, ornery cockatoos, and Sydney taxi drivers to visit with me in November and motivate me through some serious health issues. As ever, you’re the bomb.

  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

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  SURRENDER TO CHANCE

  King's Bluff, Wyoming 3

  KING'S BLUFF, WYOMING 3

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  “Would you walk up and kiss a handsome stranger?”

  Olivia Fletcher didn’t answer straight away. Ignoring the smiles of the four women sitting with her at one of The Imperial Pub’s varnished wooden tables, she stared back at Purdy Daniels. This had to be a trap. Olivia’s old school acquaintance, with her short blonde curls framing her heart-shaped face, was known as a pocket-sized rocket of mischief.

  She’d play along for now. “What, here in the pub, or in King’s Bluff in general?”

  Purdy shrugged a sun-tanned shoulder displayed by her yellow halter top. “Let’s say here.”

  “No,” Olivia stated flatly.

  Purdy, resident classical pianist turned school music teacher, heaved a sigh worthy of an actor on Broadway. “Just as I thought, living in New York for ten years has destroyed your fun mojo.”

  “Never thought I’d see it happen in one so young.” Reagan Sullivan, with her dark hair layered and fluffed-out past her shoulders, nodded in solemn agreement even as the corners of her mouth twitched.

  “They’d warned me you were in a bad way, but I didn’t realize it was so grave.” Chloe King, a bubbly woman whom Olivia had met for the first time tonight, nudged Reagan in the ribs as the librarian failed to smother a laugh.

  “I hate to say it, but Purdy could be right. Thank
God we stopped by your mom’s place and dragged you out tonight.” Suzie Monroe shook her head, sending her black teardrop earrings flicking against her golden yellow hair. “Good thing you still have that gorgeous red hair and all those curves, or you’d be hell-bent on the road to boring.” She leaned back in her chair and surveyed Olivia’s black Capri pants and emerald-green peasant-style top.

  So it was a conspiracy. Good to know.

  Olivia soaked up the feelings of warmth generated by the good-natured ribbing. But she wasn’t going to let Suzie off easily. “Hey, where’s the loyalty? You’re supposed to be on my side.”

  Her friend made a tsking sound. “I learned better. Remember back in junior high when I let you convince me to cut gym class so we could read Lisa Kleypas’s books behind the girls’ locker room? What happened? We got two weeks detention. I tell ya, sometimes loyalty doesn’t pay.”

  “You’re talking about some of our favorite historical romances, Suzie. The detention was so worth it.” If there were a special sign of the cross to revere said books, Olivia would have made it.

  Suzie had the good grace to dip her head. “You’re right. Hail Queen Lisa.”

  “Okay then.” Olivia, now battling her own smile, turned her gaze back to Purdy. “Honey, I’ve been back five days. My divorce has just been finalized.” Though not nearly fast enough for her ex and his younger, richer new love. “Most of my things are still in boxes. I’ve got to find a job that pays more than minimum wage.” Her gut tightened. She had enough money in savings to last four months, maybe five if she stretched it out. Highly paid executive assistants who specialized in handling PR weren’t in demand in rural Wyoming. “I don’t have the time, energy, or desire for a new man.”

  “I’m talking a bit of fun, not asking you to take him to meet your mom.” Purdy’s vibrant gaze softened as if she could sense the undertow of panic swelling within Olivia. “Coming home after years away can be…challenging, especially after a breakup. Believe me, I’ve been there. But it gets better. Take a deep breath once in a while, and on occasion embrace something new.” A slow smile highlighted the dimples in Purdy’s cheeks. “Like kissing a cute stranger. You’ve heard of carpe diem? Call this carpe cutie.”

  Olivia couldn’t help but laugh.

  Let’s try this again. “Purdy, I’m not like you. I don’t have that”—she searched for the right term—“that impish humor which lets you get away with something so daring. I’d freeze at the last minute and stare at the guy, mortified, before I babbled like some nervous idiot while he debated taking out a restraining order.”

  Reagan snapped her fingers. “Maybe we need to get you drunk first.”

  Olivia lifted her glass, showing the dregs of her second rum and diet coke. “One more of these and I might be there.” Okay, maybe an overstatement but knowing her metabolism, not by much. “Isn’t there some somber oath librarians take to uphold a veneer of propriety?”

  “That’s definitely one of the fantasies her husbands make her act out before they ravish her back in their cabin,” Chloe offered, her face deadpan.

  Reagan choked on her daiquiri.

  Oh, she was going to be firm friends with Chloe King.

  “Is it sad that my sex life is so nonexistent that I’m prepared to live it vicariously through Chloe and Reagan’s bedroom confessions?” Purdy shook her head as she rose with her purse in her hand. She glanced at Olivia. “You’re not driving tonight, right?”

  Before she could answer, Suzie chirped, “Nope. Gabe’s driving us home. He gave me permission to get as tipsy as I like. My parents are looking after the kids for the weekend.” She did a victory pump with her fists. “I have tonight to party. Come tomorrow, he’s warned me we’ll be having some fun and making noise!”

  The women cheered and squealed loud enough to earn them a few amused looks from the packed main bar.

  The owner, Mick Chambers, who with his short, prematurely gray hair and trim physique had never seemed to age after he’d hit forty, gave them a mock glare.

  They all giggled, with Purdy blowing him a kiss as she headed toward the bar.

  Olivia chuckled as she glanced at Suzie. “I love the fact this place never changes.” With high ceilings, and white and burgundy pressed tin walls dotted with old photographs of the town, the building stood as a grand reminder of the birth of King’s Bluff. “Even the cricket trophy is in the same spot above the bar. Is The Imperial still sponsoring the big match each year?”

  Suzie nodded. “Mick would never give that up. Too much family honor at stake.”

  “I get it. Dad loved the game, taught me the basics.” It had been their special thing. That’s it, honey, keep your arm straight when you bowl. His gentle pats on her head. Good girl. Nearly got it that time. “He used to play on old Duncan King’s team.”

  “That’s right.” Reagan’s face broke into a smile. “I remember him being a fantastic bowler. Didn’t he get Wagner out one year?”

  “Seven years ago.” Olivia’s voice grew husky. “The last year Dad played.” Before the heart attack that took his life a few months later. She’d been here for the match, had paid her own airfare after Alan had said it was a waste of time and money coming to watch a cricket tournament, even when timed with a family visit. They’re American. Why the hell would people in Wyoming play cricket?

  But King’s Bluff, settled by Aussies back in the 1890s, belonged to two countries. It’s what made the place unique. Her home.

  “I’m sorry, Olivia. I didn’t mean…” Reagan bit her lip, letting her words drift off.

  “Honey, don’t be silly.” She grabbed the sweet woman’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “We both know memories can make us laugh and cry at the same time.” It had been what, just over two years now since Reagan’s dad had passed?

  A gentle smile replaced Reagan’s frown. “True,” she whispered.

  “Cocktails are up, girlfriends.” Purdy set down a tray with five drinks of various colors, all sporting umbrellas and strawberries as decorations. “Suzie’s Silk Panty Martini, Reagan’s Ménage a Trios, so fitting, sweetie.” She sniggered at her friend. “My screaming climax, because God knows I need to get one somehow, and Olivia’s having Sex on the Beach.”

  Olivia lifted a brow. “Sand’s not included, right? That’s a drawback.”

  “Smart ass.” Purdy rolled her eyes, then slapped a hand on the table hard enough that the bowl of chips jumped. “I think with a concerted team effort, we can bring your fun mojo back. Right gang?” Her gaze fixed on the other three women.

  “Right.” Reagan gave a thumbs-up.

  “Sure.” Suzie sipped her martini, and then licked her lips in apparent bliss. “Just let me have this weekend without the kids, then I’m one-hundred percent behind the total smutification of my best friend’s life.”

  Olivia blinked. No, that wasn’t in her game plan. “I’m just looking to find some employer in desperate need of a highly trained executive assistant. Smutification can wait, you know, five, ten, twenty years down the road.”

  “Purdy’s absolutely correct.” Chloe nodded at Purdy before she winked at Suzie. “Total smutification.” Then she picked up the last drink from the tray.

  Looked like soda from here.

  “So, Chloe, what sexy concoction are you having?” Olivia asked.

  “Diet soda, nothing else,” Chloe confessed with a sigh.

  “Hey, what gives? You deserve a cocktail, too.”

  Chloe wore a soft smile as she patted her belly through her emerald-green smock-styled top. “Can’t. Babies and alcohol don’t mix.”

  “You’re expecting?” A pang of longing gripped Olivia, threatening to cut off air to her lungs. How long had she waited to have children with Alan? ”We can’t afford kids yet. CPA’s need a client list. Be patient.” “Congratulations, sweetie.”

  So, they’d have a new baby in King’s Bluff. Maybe she’d get her mom to show her how to crochet a baby rug.

  “Thanks. Morning sickness is
holding me hostage in its evil grasp. You’d think after four months I’d be able to face the day without dry crackers.” Chloe gave a rueful smile. “The worst part is my guys are hovering. I thought they were overprotective before.” Her sigh puffed up the hair near her forehead. “Seriously, I had no idea.”

  Two men playing nursemaid, or was it more guard, over Chloe. Was that loving or controlling? Olivia wasn’t sure. But her new friend seemed mildly frustrated more than anything else.

  Olivia swallowed a healthy gulp of her cocktail. The kick of the vodka and peach schnapps hit her hard, but she was so thirsty she guzzled a third of the drink in no time.

  A waitress placed a platter of nachos with all the toppings in the center of the table, followed by side plates, silverware, and napkins.

  They served themselves some of the food as they laughed, poked fun at each other, listened to news of jobs, husbands, kids, and all kinds of wonderful stuff women talk about when they get together. She answered heaps of questions about living in New York and her previous job. All promised to put the word out about her skills.

  “You’re doing just fine,” Suzie murmured. “The girls adore you. I told you you’d still fit in.”

  Yes, Suzie had assured her, but it had been ages since she’d sat down and had any girl time with Reagan and Purdy. The fact they had been friends in high school didn’t automatically rekindle friendships. Plus, they were at least a year older than her thirty-one, so had been in a different grade. But she’d had to start somewhere, and damn, it felt like she’d landed on her feet.