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  Ménage.com 2

  Perfect Match

  Who would have thought promoting a dating website that caters to ménage relationships would lead Elise Sinclair straight into the arms of Dakota and Chad Collins?

  All she wanted to do was market the site in Triple, Arizona, where there is an abundance of ménages, and then get out of Dodge. But when her cell phone is destroyed, her car breaks down, and the men declare that they think she is meant for them, things go from bad to worse when someone threatens her life.

  As an author, Elise couldn’t have come up with a better plot, but this wasn’t one of her books where happy endings are the norm. Seeing as this is real life, Elise can’t write herself out of town or keep her heart protected. Will Dakota and Chad be able to keep her safe? Can they convince Elise that they are her perfect match?

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 36,028 words

  PERFECT MATCH

  Ménage.com 2

  Peyton Elizabeth

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  PERFECT MATCH

  Copyright © 2012 by Peyton Elizabeth

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-736-0

  First E-book Publication: November 2012

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  DEDICATION

  To Kallypso Masters – thank you for introducing love into my life.

  PERFECT MATCH

  Ménage.com 2

  PEYTON ELIZABETH

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  “This is all Shea’s fault,” Elise muttered, angrily throwing a peanut shell on the floor.

  She plopped the nut into her mouth and looked around the bar for the two men who made her wish she were in the market for a ménage a trois. If her best friend, Shea, hadn’t come up with such a lame-ass idea of creating a dating site for threesomes, Elise wouldn’t be sitting here now, contemplating what it would be like to have sex with two men. Even though she was an author of ménage books, she had never personally considered that type of relationship before.

  What should have been a basic research trip to the town Triple, Arizona, had turned into another thing altogether. All she really needed was information on the founders and she would be able to place the last-minute touches on her manuscript. Instead, here she sat at the local watering hole, trying to figure out why she was acting like a heroine out of one of her books. Her imagination was working overtime, and for the first time in her life, her pussy was wet from a man instead of a sex scene she’d written. Catching sight of Chad and Dakota at the bar, Elise revised that to two men.

  Her best friends were also her coauthors for a ménage series that had taken off years ago. Shea and Cyn knew her better than anyone, including her parents. Elise wrote about ménages, but she didn’t live them. In fact, Elise did her best to avoid men in general. So why was she having such a hard time controlling her responses to Chad and Dakota?

  Triple certainly knew how to breed their men. Elise had never seen such perfect masculinity in her life. And considering she assisted in picking out the male models for their cover art, she’d seen plenty of men in their Skivvies.

  Chad and Dakota Collins had to be at least six feet tall. What she would give to see their chests, which were now covered by T-shirts with the word Shooters written across the front, promoting their bar. Elise had always been partial to a man’s chest, and since she could see the contours of their muscles through the T-shirts, visions of seeing them naked floated through her mind. If she couldn’t get them to sign up for the website, maybe she could get them to pose for one of her covers. Elise cracked open another peanut and tossed the shell, as she thought of the different poses they could be placed in.

  Dakota had short black hair with a natural wave to it and shocking blue eyes. Chad’s hair was slightly longer, curling around his ears, but the eyes were a dead giveaway that they were brothers. Hers were blue as well, but seemed dull in comparison. Elise found she wanted to trace the laugh lines around the corners of their eyes, as she found that they were very sensual. They seemed so carefree, as if the world was their little playground. She had never possessed that quality of soaking up life and just living.

  Seeing Dakota glance over his shoulder, Elise quickly looked away and clashed stares with another man. Her intention of making sure she wasn’t caught gawking at two men had now been mistaken for flirting with another. And he was just as handsome, although he didn’t have the spark of chemistry that Chad and Dakota had. The peanut got stuck in her throat when the cowboy stood up. Oh no, he was headed her way. She tried to breathe, but ended up in a coughing fit.

  Her eyes had filled with tears as she swallowed repeatedly, trying to clear her airway. She felt a hand pat her on the back. Blinking the water from her eyes as she was finally able to breathe, Elise pushed up her black-rimmed glasses to find that it was the cowboy. Managing
a smile, Elise frantically thought of what she could say to get rid of him, without sounding rude.

  “Elliot, back off. The little blonde is with us.”

  Elise leaned back a bit to see that Chad had returned with her beer, and he wasn’t looking too happy. Dakota followed in his footsteps, the same frown marring his face. Her heart skipped a beat at their appearance, but her brain processed his words. Did he just call her a little blonde? And she certainly wasn’t theirs.

  “Excuse me, but I’m relatively certain I came to town on my own,” Elise replied, not caring if she sounded like a bitch.

  Maybe if they thought she wasn’t worth their time, they would sign up for the dating service. It wasn’t as if she looked like their waitress, with her size-two waist and thirty-eight-double-D breasts. Elise was well aware that she had curves and was in no way sexy like her. Getting them to volunteer to be candidates would solve her problem of involuntarily becoming aroused by just looking at them, as well as complete her division of responsibility in this endeavor.

  “But if you’re looking for a woman, I think I have just the thing for you,” Elise offered, wanting to enlist their help and then do what she really came here to do.

  “I should have known you two would call first dibs,” Elliot said, cracking a smile. “The first beautiful blonde to grace Triple in years and she’s already off the market.”

  As Chad and Dakota took the booth across from her, Elliot leaned down and placed his palms flat on the table. Elise looked from the Collins brothers to Elliot, wondering what she had missed. Did they not just hear her talking to them? She was pretty sure the jukebox at Shooters wasn’t that loud.

  “I was never on the market,” Elise snapped, grabbing the beer that Chad had slid across the table. Taking a fortifying sip, she straightened her shoulders and got down to business. The sooner she implemented her plans, the faster she could get out of dodge. “This is the deal. I’m a writer of ménage stories. My friends, who are also my cowriters, are in the process of starting up a ménage dating website. After extensive research, we discovered that Triple is a town that was founded on the lifestyle. We thought we would see if anyone was interested in joining the site to help them find, well, someone who would be—you know what I’m trying to say.”

  “Well, sweetheart, your research on the town is accurate,” Dakota said. “But I think the words you were trying to say were ‘a perfect match’. And since we already found her, we won’t be needing your website.”

  There was that carefree smile again, drawing her gaze down to his lips. What would they feel like pressed against hers? Elise sucked in her lower lip and bit down, trying to stop the tingling feeling that had settled in. Maybe her ChapStick had menthol in it, because she refused to believe that just looking at Dakota’s mouth created such a reaction. Elise tried to concentrate on the words passing his lips. What was he saying?

  “I’m sure we can help you with your site, though. If you have some flyers we can pass around, we can get word to spread quickly.” Dakota leaned forward, causing Elliot to take his hands off of the table. “As far off the beaten path as Triple is, the men around here who do prefer to live the ménage life have trouble finding women who either want to stay in such a small town or would want to relocate here.”

  “Our population is one thousand and twenty-one,” Chad said. “I’d say at least three-quarters of the ranchers are in search of true love. You might just be their saving grace.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Elise replied, shaking her head. Her glasses slipped a bit. “This wasn’t even my idea. I write anthologies with two other writers, Shea Brennan and Cyn Sherwood-Hightower. This was all Shea’s idea, and somehow, I got stuck with the research part. But if what you say is true, I can be in and out of Triple within the day. I will create some flyers and drop them off tomorrow. I just need to get in contact with Shea to obtain the website address.”

  Elise saw Chad and Dakota share a look, before Dakota reminded her of what had happened before she walked into Shooters. “You might have trouble with that considering you dropped your cell phone earlier. If I’m not mistaken, you’re going to need to have it replaced.”

  “I heard that Bart had to close up shop for a couple of days,” Chad said.

  “Who’s Bart?” Elise asked, looking back and forth between them. “And what does he have to do with my cell phone?”

  “Bart owns the local hardware store,” Elliot answered. Elise didn’t trust the smile on his face. “He’s the only one whose store carries cell phones. He’ll be back by the end of the week, though.”

  “By the end of the week? I can’t stay that long,” Elise replied. Did they actually think she would wait for some man to reopen his store just to get her cell phone replaced? “I’ll just drive to the nearest town or city, no big deal. As for getting in touch with Shea, I’ll just use the phone at the bed and breakfast that I’m staying at.”

  “Well, you just remember to drop those flyers off with Dakota and Chad,” Elliot reminded her with a wink. “We didn’t get a proper introduction earlier, though. I’m Elliot Braxton.”

  “Elise Sinclair.” Elise took his offered hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise, darlin’.” Elliot gave her a wink. “Boys, don’t worry about that problem you have. I’ll take care of it.”

  Chad gave a wide smile and took a sip of his beer. Dakota seemed to relax a bit, settling back against the wood of the booth. Whatever Elliot was doing for them must be important, but Elise would never butt into their personal life. She would be gone by tomorrow anyway. Glancing at her watch, Elise realized it was too late to head out of town in search of a new cell phone. She’d call Shea tonight from her room. Then on her way to the next town she needed to research for an upcoming book, she would make time to replace her phone.

  “Well, it was nice meeting you both,” Elise said, feeling a bit awkward now that Elliot was gone. She hadn’t realized she’d been using him as a buffer. Now that it was just the three of them, Elise could feel the tension start to mount. It wasn’t sexual tension—it wasn’t. “I’ll be by in the morning, if that’s okay?”

  “Actually, we don’t open until noon,” Chad answered, twirling his bottle of beer with his fingers. His grip was light, and she imagined him twirling her nipple in between his fingers. She felt them pucker and quickly looked down, making sure they didn’t show through her shirt. “But you haven’t finished your beer. We’ll keep you company while you do, and you can tell us a little bit about yourself.”

  Elise felt Dakota’s knee brush against hers. She was grateful they both had jeans on, because she wasn’t sure she could handle skin-to-skin contact. Her mind was in overdrive, and the last thing she needed was for them to realize her body was reacting to every little thing they did. When his knee stayed pressed against hers, Elise looked at him and realized he was doing it on purpose. Elise intentionally scooted closer to the wall, ignoring his smirk. He had sexy laugh lines around his mouth as well. She grabbed her mug and took a long swig. She needed to get out of here before she did something stupid.

  “What made you write about ménages?” Chad asked.

  “Well, I told you that I write with Shea and Cyn. It was Cyn’s idea, and when we wrote our first anthology together, it seemed to hit a chord with the readers. We were lucky to find a publishing company that is as good as the one we have.”

  “So you have no personal experience in the lifestyle?” Dakota inquired, his right eyebrow raised.

  Elise noticed that he wasn’t drinking like she or Chad were, and wondered if it was because he was in charge tonight. According to what she knew, they were both owners of Shooters. But Dakota seemed to be the one making the decisions this evening.

  “No, I don’t believe in relationships,” Elise answered automatically. Now why the hell had she said something like that? That was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. She hadn’t meant it as a challenge and hoped they wouldn’t take it as one.


  “What exactly does that mean?” Chad looked at her skeptically, as if he thought she was lying. “You’re a romance author. You can’t write about it unless you have confidence in what you are telling, right?”

  “That’s the best thing about being a writer,” Elise replied, her smile tight. She took another drink, making the glass half empty. “An author can spin anything to make it believable.”

  “So you create a story of romance for other people.” Dakota leaned forward, clasping both hands on the table. They were large hands, just like his brother’s, and a body part that was usually overlooked. She wondered how soft his touch would be and if he was a gentle lover. The skin of her arms rose with goose bumps, and a slight tremor took up residence in her fingers. Dakota’s voice brought her focus back to the conversation. “When you say you don’t believe in relationships, are you saying you’ve never been in one? I find it hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you hasn’t fallen in love.”

  “Love is a myth. It’s for fools.” Elise took another swig and slammed the mug on the table. “And why would I need a man when technology can take care of my needs? Look, I appreciate the flattering words, but I’m not in the market for a man. I truly appreciate you letting me advertise the site in your bar. I’ll hit up some of the other stores as well, before I head out of town. Maybe you can find the woman you are looking for if you sign up.”

  Elise grabbed the pieces of her phone that she had set on the table earlier and scooted her way out of the booth. Before she could stop them, both Dakota and Chad got out as well. Their size made her feel small, as she was probably almost eight inches shorter than them. Her height put her at eye level with her favorite part of their anatomy. Her hands itched to run across their chests, so she tightened her grip on the plastic she held. She needed to get out of this town before she lost her sanity—or her virginity.