Mary Wehr's Love Triangle

Welcome Mary Wehr to Romance Beckons.

Hi Paloma!! Thanks so much for having me on your blog.
I’m very excited to be here and chat about my newest book, ‘Her Heart’s Desire’, release date, August 19th by Beachwalk Press. Sara Dalton, the heroine in my story had a short scene in my first book, ‘A Heart’s Endeavor’. I call these two stories my ‘Heart Series’. There’s another female character that I had introduced in AHE also. Stacy Furillo’s story is my next WIP. The working title for that one is, ‘Heart’s Deception’. So, we have Melanie Manning and Jack Horan in AHE and, in HHD we have Sara, her husband, Cade and his brother, Reese. A nice sexy love triangle.

I love to read and write about handsome stern men determined to take care of their women. Having two men solely focused on one woman just doubles the pleasure. I’ve always loved a man in uniform. A man who’s an authority figure so I think that’s why my male characters have jobs related to law enforcement. Jack Horan was a state trooper and Cade and Reese are lawyers.

Her Heart’s Desire by Mary Wehr 
Blurb

Will the shame of her mother’s betrayal prevent Sara from having her heart’s desire?Sara Martin spent her life longing for two things—less responsibility and the boy next door. When Cade Dalton finally noticed her, she was thrilled. But when he suggested a threesome with his brother, she knew the rumors she’d heard were true—Cade and Reese Dalton shared women, something Sara despised. Her mother had chosen a life of sordid sex with two men over her marriage, leaving a broken ten-year-old girl behind. No way was Sara going down that road. She was happy to comply with Cade’s dominant tendencies, but she would not stand for any “sharing” in the relationship. 
To her surprise, Cade agreed to give up his lifestyle in order to be with her. He swore to never again bring up the idea of a threesome, insisting that having Sara as his wife—and the Head of Household arrangement they’d come to—was more than enough to make him happy. 
But six months into the marriage Sara’s brother-in-law was beginning to look mighty fine. She regretted passing on the chance to be between the two sexy Dalton brothers, but after her violent reaction to Cade’s suggestion she was too ashamed to admit she had changed her mind. And too ashamed to admit she wanted the same sordid lifestyle her mother had chosen.

Content Warning: strong language, spanking, and graphic sex, including anal sex
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary Romance/Ménage

Excerpt

Cade’s deep voice pulled her out of her musings. “We are addressing the little incident you pulled this morning. You have two choices—you can accept your spanking now or wait until my hand is completely healed.”
Sara’s mouth dropped open in shock only to snap it shut again when Cade held up his hand.
“But be aware, if you decide to wait until later I will use my belt on your bare bottom.”
Sara’s cheeks grew hot and her temper soared. She jabbed her thumb in Reese’s direction. “Why are we discussing something this personal in front of company? Besides, you can’t spank me now because your wrist isn’t healed properly, so this discussion is moot.” The fierce intensity in his gaze gave her goosebumps. Oh boy, that observation did not go over well.
“Excuse me. I thought I was more than just company.”
Sara shot Reese a scowl. He arched an innocent brow.
“That’s the catch,” Cade replied. “If you decide to take your punishment now, Reese will do the spanking, but keep up with the sassy attitude and I’ll make the decision for you.”
Holy hell, seriously? She chanced a glance in Reese’s direction. The handsome blond rat wore a huge lascivious grin. A flush of heat warmed her toes, shot straight up her body, and singed her ears. She hadn’t expected this, but really, how bad could it be? Reese wore a constant grin and she had yet to see him lose his temper. His whacks wouldn’t be as hard as Cade’s. She’d be getting the better end of this deal.
She cleared her throat. “What’s the other alternative again?”
Cade blew out a breath, and she could tell he was getting agitated. “Accept your punishment now and receive ten spanks from Reese. If you wait until I can deliver the punishment the count will double to twenty and I’ll use my belt.”
Sara fumed inwardly. Blasted man knew darn well she hated when he used an object instead of his hand. An object was too impersonal. She swallowed hard. Her panties were already wet at the thought of a spanking. There had to be something wrong with her. Stop analyzing. You want this. Just do it.
Trembling with a touch of apprehension and a whole lot of anticipation, Sara stood up. Best get it over with before she changed her mind. Even though her belly clenched with anticipation her feet felt as if they were glued to the floor. She was really going through with it. Reese was going to give her a spanking and boy did he look ready, willing, and able. She scowled. Perhaps too ready.
Reese straightened upright and patted his knee several times. “Come on over, darlin’, and lay yourself right here.”
Sara gritted her teeth. “You don’t have to act so darn eager.” She eyed the hand clasped around his knee. It was a big hand with long, thick fingers. Lightning pierced that spot between her legs.
“Hold on a minute.” Cade crossed the living room and stopped directly in front of her. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”
Sara’s pulse jumped. She was on the verge of becoming unglued. The testosterone in the room was suffocating. Cade’s strong hands lightly caressed her arms. She met his gaze and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes darkened, and his grip tightened. “You agree to allow Reese to deliver this punishment?”
Good Lord yes, Sara wanted to shout.
“This will not be pleasant, Sara.”
Sara felt a moment of panic, but brushed it aside.
She knew Cade wouldn’t continue with the punishment until she verbally agreed so she cleared her throat and replied in a strong voice. “Yes, I agree.”
Cade gave her a gentle push toward the couch. “Good. Then let’s get on with it. Ten smacks.”
Reese cracked his knuckles. “Jeans on or off?”
“Now wait a minute.” Sara planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Don’t I have a say in this?” There was that grin again. She narrowed her eyes. “Piss poor joke, Reese Dalton. Aren’t you ever serious?”
“You’ll find out just how serious I am once you get over here.” Just that quick his demeanor had changed from happy-go-lucky to don’t-fuck-with-me serious. Sara’s belly quivered. Reese wiggled his finger. “Come here, Sara.