Belonging to Her Mountain
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Menage Mountain 3
Belonging to Her Mountain Men
Tammy is more concerned about what her boss is into than romance, but Baldwin and Gabriel want to change her mind. She’s worried she’s about to get dragged into something shady while the men want to make her theirs.
Baldwin ad Gabriel have known since their days in the army that they wanted to share a woman between them. Now that they’ve made a home on Ménage Mountain they are ready to find that one special woman for them. When they are instantly attracted to Tammy, they set their sights on her.
Kidnapped by the men mixed up with her boss, Tammy is sure she’s done for, but the men from Ménage Mountain band together to help Baldwin and Gabriel find and save her in time.
Now she has to decide if she can trust them with her heart as well as her safety.
Genres: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense
Length: 46,236
BELONGING TO HER MOUNTAIN MEN
Menage Mountain 3
Marla Monroe

Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK
Belonging to Her Mountain Men
Copyright © 2018 by Marla Monroe
ISBN: 978-1-64243-526-9
First Publication: November 2018
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Marla lives in the southern US and works full-time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her feline muses, and read. Although she misses her cross-stitch and putting together puzzles, she is much happier writing fantasy worlds where she can make everyone’s dreams come true. She’s always eager to try something new and thoroughly enjoys the research she does for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for in their reading adventures.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
BELONGING TO HER
MOUNTAIN MEN
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
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
BELONGING TO HER
MOUNTAIN MEN
Menage Mountain 3
MARLA MONROE
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
“Where are those papers, Tammy? I’m waiting on them.”
Tammy Anderson sighed and grabbed the folder containing the paperwork she’d gathered for her boss. He was one of two lawyers in the office and the bane of her existence. She needed the job, but putting up with his bullshit was getting old fast.
She’d worked for Martin Bigsby for nearly six years now and wasn’t any happier than she’d been when she’d started. He was an egotistical bore who liked yelling at her over any perceived infraction, such as how she made the coffee or how she filed a brief for him. She needed a new job like yesterday.
“Coming, Mr. Bigsby,” she said.
When she opened the door and handed the folder to him, he frowned at her. “Where’s my coffee?” he demanded.
“Right away, Mr. Bigsby.” She hurried out to pour him a cup and doctored it just the way he liked it. She returned and set the cup on his desk where he liked it to be placed, then hurried out of the room before he could think of something else to yell at her about.
Tammy wished she were anywhere but there in that office in a job that was going nowhere, working for a boss who gave her the heebie-jeebies. She was sure he was dirty. Why else would he have a fancy car and gold cufflinks and get his hair cut at an expensive salon in Billings? He didn’t have that much business to be able to afford all of that. Still, she didn’t know anything for sure. She just couldn’t see how he could afford the expensive trips to Maui and such. Of course, she wasn’t making all that much money, so he was saving some there. Since she didn’t do his books, she didn’t have a clue where all the funds came from.
“Tammy? You can go for the day. Make sure you lock up when you do.” Mr. Bigsby slammed the door shut after delivering his message. She was used to him sending her home early on Fridays. He still paid her until five, but she was almost always dismissed by two or three on those days. She’d often wondered if he was having an affair and his mistress arrived after Tammy left, but she couldn’t figure why anyone would want to cheat with him. The man wasn’t handsome in the least and had a belly on him. Still, if he was paying a mistress well enough, she’d probably stick around.
Again, where did the money come from if he had a mistress? Tammy had met his wife and thought the woman a saint for putting up with him. She was friendly enough and always had a smile on her face. She was younger than Mr. Bigsby by at least ten years. So maybe he didn’t need a mistress with her around.
Tammy closed down her computer, then grabbed her things and locked the door behind her. She walked outside and around the corner to where she’d parked her car. She was so intent on going home that she ran right into someone.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she exclaimed.
“No problem, ma’am. The sun’s probably in your eyes, as well. You okay?” the man asked.
Tammy looked up, way up, to see the most handsome man she’d ever encountered before. He had long black hair tied back away from his face and the darkest eyes she’d ever seen. His olive-colored skin looked great with his angular face and straight nose. He wore a heather-gray short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. The man next to him was equally as good looking with spiky light-brown hair and blue eyes. He also wore a short-sleeved T-shirt as well as jeans.
“No, I wasn’t looking. Sorry.” She stepped around them and hurried toward her car. She’d never been comfortable around men, and men as tall and good looking as they were really had her scrambling to get away. Why did she have to be so shy? If she were Randi, she would have had their phone numbers and an invitation for dinner before she’d walked away. No, Tammy was just happy she hadn’t stuttered like she normally did or tripped over her own feet in front of them.
Why couldn’t she be more like her best friend? Randi had it all—long blonde hair, a svelte figure, and the prettiest blue eyes. She was tanned and toned and every man’s fantasy. Tammy was short, a little dumpy, and shy beyond measure.
She stopped by the grocery store to stock up for the weekend, then hurried home to the apartment she shared with Randi. Her friend wouldn’t be home until after five. She worked for the doctor’s office there in town as a receptionist. She would more than likely have a date for tonight, but they would chat and laugh over the latest gossip she’d heard before she left.
By the time Randi made it home, Tammy had showered, dressed in her favorite pair of PJs, and was sipping a glass of White Zinfandel, watching the news.
“Hey, girlfriend. How was work?” Randi asked as she closed the door behind her.
“The usual. Boring and boring,” she said.
“You really should think about looking for another job. You hate that one so much. It’s a shame to hate where you work when you spend so much time there.” It was the standard byplay for them. “I love my job. I wish you could work there with me, but there aren’t any openings right now.”
“Just let me know when there is, and I’ll apply,” Tammy said.
“Will do, girlfriend. What are you eating tonight?” Randi asked her.
“Not sure. I grabbed groceries before I came home, but nothing I got really appeals to me. What about you? Hot date?”
“Actually, no. I’m staying home tonight. Want to stir up some spaghetti instead of a frozen dinner?”
“That sounds great. Why aren’t you going out with James, or was it Scott?” Tammy asked.
“It’s Scott, and he has a business meeting this evening. He asked me to come along, but I really didn’t feel like smiling all through a business dinner,” she said.
“I don’t blame you. How was work today? Anything juicy to share?” Tammy asked.
“Well, rumor has it that Mrs. Rumfelt and her husband are getting a divorce, but I don’t think that’s really the truth because I saw them holding hands when I went to lunch today.”
“Why would someone think they’re getting a divorce?” Tammy asked.
“Don’t know, but someone said they saw her sitting with your lawyer at lunch one day last week,” Randi said.
“Last week? Let me think. He went out to eat with his partner on Monday and Thursday. He didn’t go out at all on Tuesday, but I don’t know what he did on Wednesday. He did go out, but he didn’t have a lunch date on his calendar.”
“Who knows. They might have been talking about anything. You know how the gossip mill goes. They take the most innocent thing and turn it into something sinister,” Randi said.
“So true.”
“Do you have plans for this weekend?” Randi asked.
“I’m thinking about going to the bar tomorrow night to listen to the band. Do you have a date?” Tammy asked.
“Yes, Scott and I are going to Billings for dinner. You should go out. You always say you’re going to go, but then you chicken out at the last minute,” Randi said.
“Not always.”
“Nearly always.”
“I won’t this time. I really want to hear the band. I’ve heard they’re very good,” Tammy said.
“Good. You need to get out more. You’re turning into a recluse. All you need is a cat and some knitting and you’d be a regular old maid,” Randi teased.
“I like cats, but I don’t knit, so I can’t be an old maid.”
“I’m serious, you need to get out more. Look at you. You’re already in your PJs ready for bed. You’ll be there before the ten o’clock news and weather comes on.”
“I’m an early riser, Randi. You’re a night owl. It’s one of the reasons we get along so well. We don’t cramp the other one’s style.”
Randi laughed. “We get along so well because we like each other and understand each other. I’m telling you as your friend that you need to widen your horizons. You could come with me and Scott tomorrow to Billings, you know.”
“I’d just feel like a third wheel. I’m going to listen to the band. You’ll see,” she said.
Randi laughed. “Okay, so let’s look in your closet and see what you need to wear tomorrow.”
“I’m just going to wear jeans and a blouse. What’s to decide?” Tammy asked.
“Come on. I want to pick out your outfit. You never wear anything that flatters your body. You’ve got curves, babe. Flaunt them,” Randi said, dragging her into her bedroom.
* * * *
Tammy walked into Marty’s Bar at eight thirty Saturday night. She’d come a little early to get a table. It looked as if she was going to have to stand, though, as all the tables seemed to be taken. She walked up to the bar and ordered a Corona and leaned against a post while she sipped her beer. The band was setting up in the back corner in front of the dance floor.
After about fifteen minutes, the room began to get crowded. She was tempted to finish her beer and go back home, but she didn’t want to hear it from Randi when she peppered her with questions about her night out. Tammy couldn’t lie worth anything, and it would eventually come out that she’d only stayed for thirty minutes, then left.
“Excuse me. Are you waiting on someone?” a deep, rich voice asked.
Tammy looked up and realized it was one of the men from the other day, when she’d rounded the corner heading home and run into them. She recognized his black hair that was tied back from his face and those dark eyes.
“Um, no,” she said.
“Would you care to join us at our table? There’s room for you to sit, so you don’t have to stand to listen to the band.” He pointed over to the side where the other man from the day before sat at a table not far from the dance floor.
“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” she said.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I weren’t serious. Please, come sit with us to enjoy the music. I hear they’re really good,” he said.
“If you’re sure,” she said.
“My name is Baldwin.”
“I’m Tammy.”
He took her by the elbow and steered her over to the table, where the other man stood when they approached. He held out his hand.
“Gabriel, this is Tammy,” Baldwin said by way of introduction.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tammy,” Gabriel said.
“You too. Thanks for letting me sit with you.”
“It’s always a pleasure to share a table with a beautiful woman,” Gabriel said.
“Oh, well, I’m not really in that category.”
“You absolutely are,” Baldwin said.
Before she could say anything more, the band started up, testing their speakers and amplifiers and whatever else they did before they started to play. Tammy just smiled at them as she sipped her beer.
“Good evening, everyone. We’re Head Space and we’re happy to be here playing for you guys. We’ll be starting off with a favorite of ours from Three Doors Down.” The lead singer stepped back and they started playing.
Tammy smiled. They were good. Almost immediately the dance floor filled up as couples crowded together to sway to the music.
“What do you think?” Gabriel asked.
“I like them. I think the rumors were right, but what are they doing at a place like this? We’re not exactly on the beaten path for anyone as talented as they are,” she said.
“I think the owner knows one of the band members, and they agreed to do a gig here tonight only. Looks like nearly everyone in town is her
e to hear them,” Gabriel said.
A waitress walked over to take drink orders. Baldwin held up his hand and did a circle to indicate they all wanted refills. She nodded and after noting what they were drinking disappeared into the crowd. She returned a few minutes later with their beers and took away their empties. When Tammy started to pay for hers, Baldwin shook his head.
“We’ve got this, hon. Just enjoy the music,” he said.
When the fourth song started, Gabriel stood and grabbed her hand. “Let’s dance.”
She didn’t get a chance to protest, because he had her out of her chair and halfway to the dance floor before she could even form a coherent sentence. Then she was in his arms and all thoughts of begging off disappeared. He felt so good with his arms around her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had held her like this.
Have I ever had anyone hold me this way? Not this way.
She rested her hands on his shoulders and her head against his chest. He had his hands at the small of her back as they swayed to the music. She realized that she was enjoying herself and not overthinking it. That in itself was unusual because Tammy overthought everything.
When the song finished, he led her back to the table, where Baldwin sat guarding their drinks and the table. She smiled at Gabriel before sitting down again.
“Have fun?” Baldwin asked.
“Yes. I haven’t danced in a long time, though, so Gabriel was putting his feet in danger and didn’t even know it.”
“They remain unharmed,” the other man said.
“Feel up to another dance?” Baldwin asked as he stood.
“Um, sure.” Tammy let him pull her to her feet and followed with her hand in his until he stopped at the edge of the crowded floor and pulled her into his arms. He was a little taller than Gabriel, so she had to reach up to rest her hands on his shoulders. He smiled down at her as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.