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  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

  JANIE’S TEMPTING SUBMISSION

  The Men of Treasure Cove 2

  Rebecca Joyce

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  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  JANIE’S TEMPTING SUBMISSION

  Copyright © 2013 by Rebecca Joyce

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  To all the dreamers in the world. May you acquire the knowledge to learn what you desire, the passion to achieve it, and the courage to seize it.

  This book is dedicated to you.

  JANIE’S TEMPTING SUBMISSION

  The Men of Treasure Cove 2

  REBECCA JOYCE

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  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 unifo
rm 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.

  Alex was in line to do the same, but with her just turning sixteen, she had two years left of high school before her. She didn’t doubt for one minute that Alex would sail through high school. She was smarter than her. So when the acceptance letter from the University of Montana arrived, they both jumped for joy. Alex began making contingencies for her side of the plan. With her a year younger, Alex couldn’t just leave. She would be listed as a runaway, and that was something neither of the girls wanted. So when Alex found the information on how to emancipate herself, it seemed that everything was doable.

  They knew leaving was the right thing to do. They never truly belonged here with the Wilcox’s. She never loved them, and they never loved her. It was just that for the last eleven years, this was her home. She barely remembered her other bedroom. Her only reminder was her soft purple blanket, which was stuffed in her backpack.

  She knew what leaving meant. She would be on her own. Well, technically, she would also have Alex, but since she was the oldest she would be responsible.

  She couldn’t wait to leave so she could begin her search for her sister, Charlie. Her little face was still firm within her mind. She needed to know what happened. Was Charlie okay? Was she happy?

  Looking around the room one last time, she smiled at her friend and grabbed her bag. As she turned off the light, she heard Alex whisper, “Don’t forget your acceptance letter.”

  Chapter One

  Janie Marie Potter knew there were things she liked when it came to her job, but the main thing was silence.

  She loved the silence.

  Being a librarian was what she had spent four years in college for. She knew she could have picked something more glamorous, but she didn’t want fame. Hell, she didn’t want anything but to be left alone, and being a librarian gave her that option.

  Being the only librarian in the small town of Treasure Cove, Montana, which barely boasted seven hundred plus people, was perfect for her. Most days she had the whole place to herself, that was until the only elementary school in town came to visit, which was only twice a month, and she didn’t mind the kids. Hell, even some of them made her laugh, which she rarely did. So yes, being a librarian was just the thing for her.

  Since moving to Treasure Cove, Janie lived a solitary existence. She had her little apartment, which she adored. It wasn’t much, but it was all hers. The simple two-bedroom little house boasted high ceilings and a little eat-in kitchen nook. Her living room was small, as were her two bedrooms. She never saw the need to decorate much, preferring things simple, but it was her spare room, her sanctuary, her library that she lavished all her attention on.

  She didn’t own a car, because driving made her nervous. Her foster father tried a couple of times to teach her, but after two accidents, on which the last one actually sent her to the emergency room for stitches, Janie gave up, figuring as long as her legs were in good working order, she could walk wherever she needed.

  She never went out, never visited the local bar or movie theater, or hung out with friends. Her life consisted of the many places she visited while reading her books.

  Books were her passion.

  From early on, she could escape and become an adventurer like Robinson Crusoe or Mary Lennox as she discovered the wonders of The Secret Garden or sailed the high seas like Captain Ahab searching for the elusive whale, but it was when she entered her teen years that she fell in love with Austen, Brontë, and Hardy. The classics of literature drew her into a world that was once forgotten, where women were gentle and reserved, men were strong and virile, and there was always some sort of happy ending. Many nights she would dream of such men, men who could take charge, get things done, and still understand and be there for the heroine, loving the heroine always.

  Living for the next chapter, she avoided the only church in town because it was too crowded, and even the only diner in town was a reach for her, but for Macie’s wonderful apple pie, she would brave it just for a slice.

  Janie Potter was a recluse.

  She was polite when out in town, always saying hi to anyone who dared talk to the shy librarian, but mainly people left her alone. She lived her life, and they lived theirs, and that was the way she liked it.

  Putting the last book back in its correct spot, Janie quickly began her nightly routine of wiping down the old wood counter and sweeping. Afterward, she closed all the windows and locked the back door before grabbing her keys and locking the front door to the library.

  It was five o’clock and a Friday to boot. Janie knew she only had a short time before everyone would soon be filtering into town for gossip and fun. Quickly making her way toward Macie’s to get her weekend fix of apple pie she juggled the five books in her arms, a large bag of paperwork, and her purse. She knew if she hurried, she could make it home before th
e town filled up and she was forced to be polite to the people she had been avoiding for the last year.

  * * * *

  Jeff Hicks sat at the end of the bar, sipping on a cup of coffee. Looking up at the clock, he watched as the second hand ticked away. Checking his watch to make sure Macie had the correct time, he waited patiently like he had done every day for the last eight months. He knew in exactly three minutes she would walk into the diner, order one slice of apple pie, smile sweetly at Macie, and shyly say “thank you” before paying and quietly walking out of the diner as if she was never there. But for Jeff Hicks, he knew, because like clockwork, he knew he would sit in this same spot every Friday and wait for her to come, and like clockwork she always did.

  From the moment he saw Janie, he knew there was something about her that just drew him like bees to honey. She was quiet, reserved, and smart.

  Oh lord, was that woman smart. But those were the things he had learned from the townsfolk, but what he learned, he saw from his own personal observation. She was a striking woman, about five foot five, with waist-length golden brown hair that shined brightly like wheat on a summer day. Her eyes were the softest shade of pale blue-green he had ever seen, like beautiful oceans of the Caribbean, serene and kind. Her lips were full like ripe strawberries, and her smile, that angelic smile could warm his heart for the whole week. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but most of all, Janie was a true submissive.