Unsettled Lust:Montana Double Riders 5

By: Elle Saint James

Montana Double Riders 5

Unsettled Lust

Jessica Hoyt escapes heartbreak and job loss after her ex-fiancé knocks up, then weds, her employer’s daughter, shotgun style. She moves to Enclave, Montana to start over with a possible new job opportunity. Meeting Garrett Campbell and Seth Dawson her first night in town brings about unsettled lust between the trio and a wickedly satisfying relationship begins.

Garrett and Seth have a long-standing reputation for non-permanence with women. Their ex-fiancée burned them years ago with unforgivable betrayal, but Jessica has her own heartbreaking story, and the two men are smitten with her from the moment they meet.

Jessica explores their ménage lifestyle enthusiastically. While some disconcerting mishaps follow her initially, Jessica soon makes several friendships at Old West Town, settling into her new life. Until trouble in the form of her ex-fiancé demanding something she’s unwilling to part with threatens to put her in jail and possibly drive the lovers apart forever.


To my very good friend and confidante, Paige Cameron. We’ve known each other almost since the very beginning of our respective and interesting writing journeys. I love it when we get together to brainstorm every month. So let’s keep doing that, okay? You are a force to be reckoned with, and you’re definitely an inspiration to me each and every day. Thanks for hanging with me, my friend.

Chapter One

Enclave Inn, Montana

“How much did you say?” Jessica Hoyt wasn’t exactly thrilled to spend three times the expected rate for a motel room tonight, but the bridal suite was the only available room left, according to the teenaged clerk at the Enclave Inn, and she was utterly exhausted.

The young man repeated the same price, and cleared his throat. He looked uncomfortable. She understood. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been in the same exact situation herself a hundred times before.

She’d worked in hotel management for nearly ten years. Her most recent credentials listed her unofficially as the go-to right hand for the owner of the prestigious Barrington House hotel chain.

“It’s because of it being the bridal suite and all.” The young man hooked a finger over his collar, pulling at the fabric right where his clip-on tie rested, knocking it slightly askew.

Jessica nodded. “Right. I get it.”

Ironic that she’d be staying in the bridal suite since tonight would have been her wedding night. She pushed that sudden twinge of pain to the back of her mind for now. It kept her from bursting into tears, further consoling herself with the fact that the Enclave Inn, located in nowhere Montana, wasn’t the tropical beachside honeymoon destination she’d pictured when she put down that ill-fated non-refundable deposit.

But, of course, she was also all alone for tonight. Something else she hadn’t pictured.

The last few humiliating months of her life flashed through her memory, and prompted her next question. “Is there a minibar in the room, by chance?”

He brightened. “Yes ma’am, there is.”

“I don’t suppose the bridal suite comes complete with a trustworthy husband, does it?”

The clerk, Ryan T., according to his name tag, turned bright red from his chin to his hairline. “Uh…no, ma’am. Not that I’m aware of.”

“Just kidding, Ryan. It’s fine. I’ll take it.” The only thing she hated more than spending too much on a motel room was being called ma’am repeatedly.

She was only twenty-eight. And a half. Not over the hill quite yet. Unless a person happened to be speaking to her douchebag ex-fiancé, who’d recently referred to her publically as a frigid, withered, old hag pushing thirty.

Luckily, he didn’t count. Not anymore. He’d lost that right when he started an inappropriate clandestine affair with her boss’s nineteen-year-old daughter at the annual Christmas party.

Ryan T. asked for her identification and promptly ran her credit card, distracting her from the disaster that was her most recent life.

“Here is your key card,” Ryan T. said, handing it to her with a flourish. “Do you need more than one?”

“No. One is plenty.” One is also the loneliest number. She’d heard a sad song right before pulling into the motel parking lot. Breathing hard to tamp down her volatile emotions, Jessica had spent a few minutes composing herself to even go inside and get a room for the night. The uncontrolled tear fest made her more angry than sad. She was truly grateful to have narrowly missed marrying a greedy, shithead, total loser of a lothario.

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