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  Men of Montana 15

  Blair’s Lost and Found Men

  Twenty years ago, brothers Brock and Tanner Tillman lost the love of their lives. Heartbroken, the two made their way to Montana to start over again. Working as ranch hands, they don’t get into town very often, so they didn’t meet too many new people.

  Blair Anderson has a past. It’s not one that very many people have had to endure, but she has, starting at a young age.

  Shock overwhelms all of them when they see each other at the Polson Diner. So many emotions blanket them, anger being the biggest one for the men. Blair’s is fear.

  Having to dig into her past, Blair knows she must leave Polson, something she doesn’t want to do, but she doesn’t want harm to come to Brock or Tanner or to anyone in town because of her.

  With a romance kindling, can she find sanctuary with the two men who are in love with her, or will she run?

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 43,800 words

  BLAIR'S LOST AND FOUND MEN

  Men of Montana 15

  Eileen Green

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  BLAIR'S LOST AND FOUND MEN

  Copyright © 2018 by Eileen Green

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-170-4

  First Publication: April 2018

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  DEDICATION

  Blair’s Lost & Found Men is dedicated to all my loyal followers of the Men of Montana series. I love bringing characters that you may have been introduced to in the earlier books and update you all on what is happening in their lives.

  Brock was due a story, but I never could find him the right one.

  Thank you all for allowing me to continue my journey!

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Eileen Green, writes erotic romance novels interlaced with intrigue, and occasionally, shape-shifters. Cowboys, Law Enforcement, and now, Military, are some of her favorites to write about.

  When asked how long she has been writing, Eileen answers, since the 7th grade, a long time ago. Her English teacher Mrs. Weekes saw potential in the student who began to dabble in writing. Eventually, marriage, kids, and then single motherhood came along, and her writing took a backseat as life does when faced with obstacles.

  The writing continued even though page after page sat in boxes or on the computer, waiting for the day they would be allowed to be free to tell their stories.

  Life dealt a cruel twist to her family and friends in 2010. The lesson learned was to not live with regrets. She began to write again looking for the right path to go down.

  Her first erotic romance novel came from a dare and Lyndee’s Saviors was written. Now, under Eileen Green, there are two series, Men of Montana and The Tundra Protectors, and the beginning of a third, Tiger’s Lair, which is a spin-off of Men of Montana. A couple of stand-alone books are included in her menagerie of books.

  Romance stories with happily-ever-after endings are her favorite, making sure she writes them because every romance needs to end with all characters being forever in love.

  Eileen divides her time between Washington and California, although she really loves Washington. The beauty there providing a welcome backdrop to write.

  For a full list of her books, please check out her website, www.authoreileengreen.com

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Blair's Lost and Found Men

  Prologue

  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

  Blair's Lost and Found Men

  Men of Montana 15

  EILEEN GREEN

  Copyright © 2018

  Prologue

  Sweetwater, TX, 1997

  She was gone.

  The note had said she was leaving. It didn’t say anything else, just that she was leaving.

  Her engagement ring had been left with it on the kitchen counter where her keys usually sat. On the note were dried tear stains, leaving blotches of faded paper in their wake.

  Now the man standing before him was telling him she was truly gone, never to return to him in this world.

  How was he supposed to live without her?

  He wanted to die himself.

  “Sir? Sir, are you going to be all right? Do I need to call someone for you?” The sheriff’s officer was polite, but his voice along with his presence was getting on his nerves.

  Brock felt as if his life had completely flipped. He wanted the ground to swallow him up.

  “Sir?” the officer asked again, a little louder this time.

  “Yes?” he asked in confusion. Shaking his head, a bit, he replied, “No. I’m fine. She was my fiancée. When can I see her?”

  “The…I’m sorry. Her body was badly burned. We wouldn’t suggest a viewing. Dental records will verify for us.”

  Brock nodded. He was too numb for anything more.

  The apartment was small, so it took the officer only a couple of steps before he got to the door. Brock had asked him to come in for the neighbors were all being lookie-loos to see why the police were at his doorstep. As the officer reached for the doorknob, Brock had to know one thing.

  “Um, was Martha alone?”

  “Yes, she was.” The officer pulled a business card out of his shirt pocket. “If you have any more questions, don’t hesitate to call.”

  “Thank you.”

  Brock shook the officer’s hand before the lawman opened the door and stepped out into the heat of the Texas sun. It took a few moments for Brock to close the door.

  He didn’t know how long he had stood staring at the door, but his mind finally told him he needed to start the process of taking care of Martha. However, the first thing he had to do was to make a very painful phone call.

  * * * *

  Running across the kitchen, Tanner slid in his stocking feet to grab the phone from where it was posted on the wall. He had been changing clothes to go to his night class at the local community college when the phone began ringing. Standing in his boxers and his socks, he hoped his mother didn’t come in and find him like that.

  “Hello?” he said, sounding abrupt but not meaning to.

  “She’s gone.”

  Tanner blinked at the words as if he hadn’t heard them correctly. It also
sounded like Brock had been crying. “What do you mean, she’s gone?”

  “She’s gone,” Brock repeated. “I got home from work and found a note saying she was leaving. But…”

  “She left? Did she say where she was going, or why she was leaving?” Tanner asked, trying to wrap his head around what his brother was telling him.

  “No. But…”

  “Did she take all her stuff?” Tanner was getting irritated that Brock wasn’t making any sense.

  “Will you shut the fuck up and listen!” Brock shouted so loud that Tanner had to pull the phone away from his ear. When Brock stopped talking, Tanner put the receiver back to his ear. “When I got home, there was a note, with her engagement ring on it. But then, a cop came and told me that she had been in a car crash. She’s dead, dude!”

  Martha had been Brock’s girlfriend for the world to see. However, she couldn’t choose between Brock and Tanner, so she belonged to them both. The proposal had come from the two of them, but in public, she was engaged to Brock. They were going to live on the ranch, so no one had to know that she was living with the two brothers.

  Now, Brock was saying Martha was gone. What Tanner didn’t understand was why she would leave so suddenly. They had met for dinner after his class last night. They ate, and drank, and talked about their future.

  Sure, there were times when Martha’s eyes would shift toward the doors, front and back, as if she was expecting to see someone come through. That happened a lot with her, but both he and Brock considered it a quirk in their woman.

  When they had gone back to Brock and Martha’s apartment, the three of them made love, and then Tanner went home. They hadn’t told their mother about the ménage they were having, for they knew she wouldn’t support them. She would tell them that they were living in sin. As it was, Brock and Martha were already doing that since they were living together, and they weren’t married. Since they were going to live on the ranch, they would have to tell their mother at some point.

  Now they didn’t have to worry about that. She was gone.

  An irritating beeping in Tanner’s ear brought him out of his reverie. Brock had hung up.

  Looking around, Tanner found himself sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall under the black phone. The receiver was still in his hand, up against his ear. His mother refused to have all cordless phones in the house. At least one had to be a landline, in case the electricity went out, which happened quite a bit especially in the spring and summertime from thunderstorms.

  He stood and hung up the phone while wiping the moisture from his cheeks. He was a man, for Christ’s sake. Grown men didn’t cry. Cowboys didn’t cry.

  Numbly, he went to his room, dressed, and then made his way over to Brock’s. Brock’s despondent appearance matched his mood. Glistening eyes tattled of his older brother’s tears.

  There were plans to be made, but neither he nor Brock knew where to begin, so their mother stepped in to help them out. The saddest part was that Martha had been alone in the world. She had no family as they had passed away years before.

  Once a small memorial had concluded, with only a handful of friends in attendance, it was time for Brock and Tanner to try to get on with their lives.

  * * * *

  Tears continued to flow the farther away the plane flew from Texas. She had tried to make a life for herself there. It had only been a year and two months since she had moved from New Orleans, and now she had to move on again. This was the second time in six years that she had to move, trying to stay alive.

  Unaware of what she was heading into, she had to wonder what she was going to be facing as of a new life.

  Silently chastising herself for trying to have a life and a romance, she should have known that it wouldn’t work out. Her life wasn’t hers to do with as she wished. The thought that she was going to be alone for the rest of her life was overwhelming.

  Brock and Tanner had been so loving that she couldn’t resist them. The relationship was taboo. Having a ménage was not something a lady did. However, her heart had done a flip in her chest and her breathing became ragged when she had spotted Brock that first night in the bar.

  Sweetwater was a small town, and she was a city girl. Wanting to get out of her little studio apartment, she found the bar just down the street from where she lived. It was summertime, and the heat was unbearable, even in the evening. The air conditioning in the bar was refreshing as was the cool wine.

  She and Brock hit it off right away. When he mentioned his brother, and what they were looking for in a relationship, she threw caution to the wind and decided to live.

  Now, her life was over, heading into the unknown. Again.

  Chapter One

  “Come on! Get around them! Head them toward the gate!” Brock was shouting instructions as he maneuvered his black-and-white horse, Hansel, around the herd to guide the cattle to where he wanted them to go to.

  This was the first time some of these men worked a roundup. It was a small one compared to ones that would take place in a few months and well into the summer and fall.

  The vet was coming the next day to vaccinate the heifers who were to be bred in about six weeks. The ranch hands needed to move the herd to where the vet could administer the vaccines, and then they would be driven where they would graze while being bred. With the size of the herd, this was going to take all day.

  It was still cold as it was the middle of April, but he wanted to make sure all this got done before nightfall, which was coming quickly. They would all have time to warm by the fires once that last cow was safe within the paddocks.

  Shouts and whistles sounded from the men while bawls of irritation came from the cattle. Dirt was flying everywhere as the animals kicked it up as they ran.

  This was a dirty job, but Brock enjoyed it. From sunup to sundown, he was kept busy. Even in the winter months there was something to do.

  Connor Lawson wasn’t a full-time rancher. The Diamond L ranch had been handed down from generation to generation. The love of law enforcement and the need for a steady income, especially in the winter months, had Connor working for the local sheriff’s department.

  That’s what Brock was for. He oversaw the ranch, the daily jobs. There were roundups, equipment that needed mending, branding, and so much more. Since he had men under him, such as his brother Tanner, Brock was able to choose the jobs he wanted to have a part in.

  Brock had taken the time to teach Connor’s son, Nathan, how to ride. The boy had only one leg, but the boy was becoming an expert on getting around. He did have a prosthetic leg that he wore, yet it didn’t hang right when Nathan was in the saddle. Taking time in the evenings, his own time, Brock fixed up a saddle for the boy that would have him sitting proud and safely.

  His job was fulfilling, and it helped keep the demons away. It was when he was lying in his bed late into the night that had the memories flooding back into his brain. And he knew by the rustling of the sheets and the squeak of the mattress in the other room that Tanner had the same problem.

  Her name hadn’t been mentioned since they had come to Polson, Montana. It was bad enough she came to them in their dreams or when they were very relaxed. They tried hard not to let it seep into their daytime work.

  Three years after she left them, Brock moved here after his mother had passed away. He was thankful to get a job on the Diamond L ranch. It took him five years to become foreman, when the previous man retired. By that time, Tanner had arrived and taken a job with him.

  Now, the next few months were going to be extremely busy. Once these cattle were taken care of, then they had to worry about the calving heifers and their babies. Then, there would be all the preventive measures needed to be handled, and so much more.

  At least his and Tanner’s minds wouldn’t be on a beautiful woman with burgundy hair and a killer body that haunted their minds.

  The sun was just setting as the last of the herd were let into the small pasture. Tanner stopped his horse, Gretel.
Their horses had been born as twins to one of Connor’s mares about six years ago. Since twins were uncommon in horses, the two brothers named them and then decided to buy them off Connor.

  “The boys are getting up a poker game tonight. Do you want to join them?” Tanner asked above the frustrated cries of the cattle.

  “Can’t,” Brock responded. “We have a birthday party to attend in town for Gina.”

  Tanner was going to be his plus one. God, how pathetic was that? His own brother was his date. Perhaps it was time to move on.

  “Forgot about that. Any dress code?” Tanner asked as he looked out over the herd.

  Brock shook his head. “Nope. Just show up was all Connor said.”

  “Then we should get cleaned up.” There was an uncomfortable pause before Tanner blurted out, “I’ve been thinking.”

  Was it possible his brother was thinking the same thing? It had been over twenty years since Martha left them. Did they really want to spend the rest of their lives mooning over a woman who they had known for such a short time? It wasn’t as if they had been married for ages and then lost a wife.

  “What are you thinking, Tanner?”

  Tanner was close enough that Brock could hear him clear his throat. Without either man looking at each other, Tanner announced, “We should move on. I’m tired of being alone.”

  Nodding, Brock responded, “I agree. This area is great for us, too. Ménage relationships are popping up all the time.”

  “Yeah,” Tanner practically murmured before turning his horse toward home. Brock followed him.

  * * * *

  Letting her gaze slide around the kitchen, she found it to be satisfactory. All the food was either ready to be served, such as the appetizers, or cooking. The desserts had already been taken care of. The only thing they didn’t have to fix was the birthday cake. Gina Lawson’s husbands, Connor Lawson and Jared Pierce, had ordered the cake from a bakery in Kalispell.