Welcome to the last day of our Aussie Author Showcase. It’s been a thrilling and busy few weeks meeting all these authors, hasn’t it? And we’ve saved one of the best (that is to say naughtiest J) authors until last. Kaliana Cole writes super hot and as she describes ‘earthy’ menage for Siren Publishing, and she’s here to tell us about her latest installment in the Liberty Springs series.
Open Season, Liberty Springs, Wyoming 4, is my favorite installment of the liberty Springs series so far. My books always feature strong, independent heroines so it was fun to start out with a helpless, shy little virgin and explore her personal growth and search for independence. And then there’s the guys… Jack Taylor and Danny Blake, ex-Army Rangers, now running a garage in the town of Danny’s birth. One look and they know the new school teacher is for them, they just have to convince Dale and her over-protective big brother they’re serious. Oh, and learn to share along the way….
“Those two can’t share a goddamn wrench. They don’t have a
hope in hell of sharing a woman.”
Danny Blake has never held a woman longer than it took to say
good-bye, and Jack Taylor has been plagued by shallow,
scheming, trophy hunters. When they both set their sights on the
timid little virgin, no one believes it’s going to work, least of all
them. But even as Dale McCabe falls for them, they realize she
needs a chance to settle into her new life before they make her
Jory Raines has every reason to want his little sister as far as
possible from the two ex-rangers, but he extracts a promise from
them instead. Their pants are to stay on until her birthday.
Dale is not impressed at having her sexual education cut short and
embarks on a mission to bend them to her will before Jory
declares open season on her twenty-fifth birthday.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation
between or among the men.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 91,570 words
“If I followed that home, do you think she’d keep me?”
“If you followed that home, her brother would skin you alive.” Jack Taylor didn’t even look up from beneath the hood of the Buick he was working on.
“Might just be worth the risk.” The slow drawl was downright wistful.
Jack hated it when Danny was right. There was just something about Dale McCabe that called to a man. He knew without looking at the clock it was just past four. You could set your watch by the little schoolteacher’s trek to and from Liberty Springs Elementary. He stayed clear of the doorway around four when Danny was watching for her—the two of them together would be enough to make a shy little thing like her break and run—but he made sure he was about when she passed by in the morning.
His big friend had begun to have a proprietary look to his gaze whenever he looked at the petite brunette. That was so far out of left field it wasn’t funny. Danny Blake liked big, strong, athletic types of women with questionable morals. Ones he didn’t have to be careful of his size around, ones who expected nothing more than a smile and a wave when he rode away. Danny didn’t give much change from three hundred pounds and he was only a thick pair of socks shy of six foot six. He’d make two of Dale McCabe with plenty left over.
“I wonder why she doesn’t drive Grant’s old pickup.”
Jack turned to look at his partner. Danny was leaning against the frame of the open roller door, absently wiping his grease-stained hands on a rag as he watched the path to Dale’s house. She had been wearing a long-line blazer to ward off the autumnal chill this morning, and with the stiff breeze that hadn’t let up all day she’d still be wearing it now. Danny wasn’t ogling her ass. “No idea. Maybe she enjoys the exercise.” It was a mile from Grant Raines’s old place to the school.
“Nah, she’s not the type.”
Jack shrugged. “Maybe she doesn’t want to drive a dead man’s vehicle.”
“She’s living in his house, so I doubt that’s it. I might ask Jory.”
A humorless laugh escaped Jack. “Yeah, he’s just gonna love the likes of you showing an interest in his baby sister. Dale might be a new addition to his life, but Jory takes his responsibilities seriously. He’ll be chasing you with a pocketknife bent on castration quicker than you can blink.”
“I think marriage has mellowed him. Bailey’s keeping his hands full now.”
“If you’re prepared to take that risk, let me know. I’d love to sit on the fence and watch.” Jack started packing his tools away, making sure everything was in its place. His nine-sixteenth open-ended wrench was missing. He took a deep breath and whispered a prayer for strength. “Danny, where the hell is my wrench? It’s got red fucking tape all over the handle, and I know you’re not color-blind.”
“Settle down. It’s beside the hoist. I couldn’t find mine.”
“No fuckin’ wonder.” It still stirred him to no end, but he was resigned to Danny’s slovenly work habits. The man was a maestro with a motor, possessing a real instinct for problem diagnosis, but he couldn’t keep his work space tidy if his life depended on it. Jack retrieved the spanner, checking it over for damage. Danny had a habit of using anything as a hammer if one wasn’t in reach. He was lucky this time. “I’ve had enough for today. I’m getting cleaned up and heading home.” There was no reply.
Danny hadn’t moved. He was still looking thoughtfully after Dale, even though she would be long gone from sight. Jack thought about throwing something at him to wake him from his reverie, but he’d only have to go and retrieve it. The big man would realize he was on his own soon enough.
Jack threw his dirty overalls in the laundry bag for collection and cleaned up in the washroom behind the office. The cracked mirror was stained and pockmarked around the edges but it clearly showed the same scruffy head that had looked back at him for the last four years. His scraggly blond hair hadn’t seen a barber in all that time and he guessed it was about a week since he’d run a comb through it. That was about the last time he’d trimmed his beard, too.
He ran a hand over the dark bristles. No wonder a decent girl wouldn’t look at him. The bright blue eyes were still the same, though filled with a restlessness even he could notice, but that and the battle-hardened body were all that were left of the soldier he had been. Shy or not, Dale would have fallen over herself to get to know the pretty boy hiding behind the hair. Women had lined up in droves to get a piece of the Army Ranger with the slow mountain drawl, but Jack had left the ladies’ man at his discharge debrief along with his sniper’s rifle. Both had brought him nothing but grief.
Jack turned from the mirror and grabbed a clean towel. The next time a woman paid him any attention it would be for more than his looks.
Now for the Diva Couch Questions
- Name your fantasy manage combination: Chris Hemsworth, John Cena and Matthew McConaughey. Mmmm
- What super power would you like to have and why? X-ray vision and the why is self explanatory…
- Do you prefer a hairy or smooth chest? Hairy – contrast, ladies, contrast. I’ve got a smooth one, why the hell would I want my man to have one?
- Tattoos—love or hate? Love the ink, especially tribal tatts
- Imagine you had a time machine—oh let’s just call it a Tardis. What time period would you travel to and why? The Viking era, but I’d be taking a shitload of Imperial Leather, Colgate and rubbers. Imagine the fun a girl could have…once the inadequacies of personal hygiene were rectified.
- Describe your writing in 3 words: Earthy, romantic ménage.
You can find out more about Kaliana and her books at her website