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  Men of Montana 12

  Montana Wedding Belles

  Heather Bowers needed something to do since she graduated college and hadn’t been able to find a job yet. Her mother and friends are getting married and have asked Heather to be the wedding planner. Planning a wedding for one person can be daunting. Planning a wedding for eight brides seems impossible.

  Matthew Campbell had his heart captured by Heather years ago but hasn’t done anything about it. He decides now is the time to pursue her.

  Being abandoned by her father before she was born has Heather leery of relationships. She watched her mother struggle with raising her, and Heather doesn’t want that to happen to her.

  Matthew wants to show Heather that all men are not the same. He needs to show her that love and happiness are in the cards for her while helping her with the wedding plans.

  With all the love that Heather is witnessing, can Matthew convince her of a happily-ever-after?

  Genre: Contemporary

  Length: 34,381 words

  MONTANA WEDDING BELLES

  Men of Montana 12

  Eileen Green

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  MONTANA WEDDING BELLES

  Copyright © 2017 by Eileen Green

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-874-5

  First Publication: December 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  DEDICATION

  I’d like to dedicate Montana Wedding Belles to all the women, and men, planning a wedding. I had a small wedding so most of the effort that weddings usually take wasn’t there. The wedding in this book was researched and planned as if it were real. Very daunting, time consuming, and frustrating.

  I hope that your weddings are beautiful as I know you all are, and that they go off without a hitch.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Eileen Green, writes erotic romance novels interlaced with intrigue, and occasionally, shape-shifters.

  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. 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

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Landmarks

  Cover

  MONTANA WEDDING

  BELLES

  Men of Montana 12

  EILEEN GREEN

  Copyright © 2017

  Prologue

  Her mouth hung open in shock at the news she had just been given.

  “A wedding? For how many brides?” Heather Bowers asked in disbelief after she found her voice.

  The ladies giggled that were sitting at the long table that had been fashioned together out of three regular tables. They had taken the back corner of the Tipsy Tavern so they would have some privacy, and they could make all the noise they wanted.

  Her mother, Gwen Bowers, who sat across the table from her, took a sip of her white wine as if it would bolster her answer. “Eight.”

  Heather still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Looking around the table, eight women nodded their agreement with the answer.

  It was the beginning of July and Heather hadn’t been able to find a job in the month and a half since she had graduated. She had attended Helena College, a part of the University of Montana in Helena, after spending two years at the community college in Kalispell. Marketing was the degree she had obtained, although now, it was proving to be ineffectual since she couldn’t find work in the area.

  Employment was difficult to come by in Western Montana. Due to its mountainous terrain and lack of traditional businesses. Most of the economy in the area was due to the ranching industry, and the Indian reservations really didn’t have much in the way of jobs.

  When she had left for college two years ago, she had never been away from her mother. It had been only the two of them since Heather had been born. Heather’s grandparents had disowned Gwen when she found out she was pregnant at the age of fifteen.

  The boy Gwen had liked in school wanted to sleep with her, but she wouldn’t let him until he declared his love for her. Once it was given, the deed done, the boy rescinded his love and wouldn’t give her a passing glance again. There had been no support given to Gwen as she raised Heather all on her own.

  Heather was proud of what her mother had accomplished. The older Bowers woman had sacrificed any happiness for herself until she had met two wonderful men, Andrew Collins and Jake Ramsey. She had fought their attention until she realized they wouldn’t leave her alone. And now, they were finally getting married.

  Along with seven other women.

  Andrew and Jake, even though they were eight and twelve years her senior, had taken her in like she was their own daughter, going as far as paying her tuition and living expenses in college. They had made her mother extremely happy, and Heather found it was nice to have a father. Well, two fathers.

  “We thought we could hire you as our wedding planner,” Anita Cummings announced next to Gwen.

  Anita Massey-Cummings had been widowed at a young age, but now had three great men to help her raise her three boys. She, along with her three men, had recently op
ened a BDSM club in Polson with the life insurance money she had received from her dead husband. A close friend of theirs had listed Anita and her husband on his life insurance, and he had been murdered by the same man who had murdered Anita’s husband. She had more than enough money to raise her boys comfortably, plus she had her men.

  “Wedding planner?” Heather thought she was beginning to feel like an idiot with just asking stupid questions. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

  “The internet is a great help. And we’ll all be able to help,” Siobhan offered. “It’s just that with all of us working, we need help.”

  Neither did all the women being in ménage relationships. Juggling jobs and responsibilities, along with two or three men, took up a lot of time.

  Siobhan had two men. Ray Hawthorne had been the manager of the Tipsy Tavern but had resigned a while back to become the manager of the club Anita opened. He was back to running the Tavern for the time being, along with Siobhan. Something had happened to the new manager, Erin, although Ray and Siobhan were being tight lipped about it. Everyone here missed her and hoped the best for her.

  The other man in Siobhan’s life was Ray’s brother, Brian. Brian was a captain in with the state patrol. Both men had helped Siobhan when she had arrived in Kalispell on the run from her former fiancé and father, both in the Irish mob. The fiancé had been abusive, and Siobhan had been afraid she was going to end up dead. She had come to the area looking for her cousins, Connor and Angela Lawton.

  “Also, we want one cohesive wedding. We’ll just need separate dresses and wedding cakes. We’ll want one cake as a joint one, but we’ll each have cakes that represent us.” Lily was the one who spoke.

  She was engaged to Kyle Burton and Morgan Campbell, best friends and co-workers to Andrew and Jake, Gwen’s men.

  Lily was a beauty, a bit shy, which was surprising since she wrote romance novels.

  A year and a half ago, Lily had been injured when she had been caught up in an avalanche while doing research for one of the books. It was during her rescue that Morgan and Kyle had found their true love.

  For as many times at Heather had watched The Princess Bride with her mother as a kid, Heather believed that there was no such thing as true love. It hadn’t happened for her mother with her father, and she truly believed it would never happen for her. Recently, she was beginning to think differently.

  Lyndee was the one who had started this whole wedding thing according to her mother. Lyndee, an FBI agent who had been kidnapped and brought to Montana, had found her three men and then moved to Polson to be with them. Recently, she had found out she was pregnant and had offered to share her wedding with anyone else who’d like to join in.

  “I had always dreamt of a winter wonderland wedding ever since I was a little girl,” Lyndee said wistfully. “I thought that’s what we could do since the wedding’s going to be in December.”

  “Where’s the wedding going to be?” Heather asked as she pulled her phone from her purse. She might as begin treating this as a consultation as it seemed as if the ladies had already decided she was going to do the job.

  “It’s going to be at the club,” Anita answered proudly. From what Gwen had said about her friend, Anita used to be shy, content at raising her boys. Even with her three men, Anita wasn’t vocal about the club she owned. That was for other people to do.

  Ropes and Cuffs had only opened about six months ago, however, it appeared to be a hit. People from all over Western Montana came to play there.

  Gwen was the secretary for the club, but luckily, she got to work from home quite a bit. That gave her time to spend with her daughter and her men.

  The whole BDSM thing wasn’t something Heather was interested in. Everyone had their “thing” when it came to sex, but for Heather’s few encounters, she was content with the norm. The two boys she had dated had been attentive and fun, and the sex wasn’t so bad, but they didn’t bring a warmth to her heart.

  She had been very careful to hide her heart as much as possible, for she didn’t want to hurt like her mother before she had met her men. She’d also taken all the precautions needed for birth control, well, perhaps she went overboard a bit.

  Heather’s values were laughed upon by others. They were old-fashioned, archaic, but she believed that parents were the role models in a child’s life. Too many parents didn’t care about their children and let them idolize celebrities whose values were warped. Heather found that Gwen’s life was an example not to follow, at least not the first half of it.

  Angela Lawton was the sister of the sheriff of Lake County. They had grown up on the ranch that he actively worked when he wasn’t sheriffing. He was married to Gina, and shared her with one of his deputies, Jared Pierce.

  Angela had endured a traumatic ordeal as a kid. When the man who had kidnapped her and her best friend when they were twelve had been released from prison, Angela was back on his radar. That was when she found her two men. One was one she knew from the Circle G, a ranch hand, Running Wolf. The other was an FBI agent whom she had met when she had been in Denver a few months before. Lawrence Whitaker had become involved with Running Wolf right before they began to pursue Angela. Now, they were going to get married.

  The others to get married were Tanya Tanner, a former waitress at a diner in Polson, and the daughter of a Montana state senator, and Brooke Alton.

  Tanya was marrying two state patrol officers who had found her when she was having a slight breakdown on her birthday a year ago. Brooke was in a ménage relationship with two men, an FBI agent and a former Interpol agent, who had helped rescue her when she had been kidnapped by white slavers and brought through Montana on their way to Canada.

  Brooke had recently opened a computer factory here in Kalispell, a company that was a subsidiary of her father’s company. She wanted something that she could run, in an area where her father wasn’t looking over her shoulder. Although the area held bad memories, she still moved here. Her men had begun to pursue her after they had to return to the field for their own jobs, and of course, Brooke tried to refute them.

  That didn’t work. After Bradley Smith, the Interpol agent, had been injured, he decided to resign his position. He came to Kalispell to get his woman, and Frank Smith joined him. Now, they were one of eight relationships to be tying the knot.

  Heather’s head was beginning to swim. She could blame it on the watermelon margarita that sat before her, but she had taken only one sip from it. With the information these ladies had given her, she was going to be busy for a few months.

  She took a long draw from the alcoholic drink, needing some strength, along with some fortification.

  “I will need a couple of more meetings with you all to get all the specifics of what you want since this is going to be a joint effort,” she said as she played with the stem of her glass. “And then of course, meet with you all individually regarding your personal desires.”

  “We’re all here to help you,” Lyndee said before taking a drink from her virgin margarita. “I think we can take a ladies weekend to go over all of the details. That way we can get some work done, and treat ourselves to some well-needed RNR.”

  “That sounds great. When do you guys want to do this?” Heather asked. She was beginning to add notes into her notepad on her phone.

  “How about we schedule the Polson health center in two weeks?” Gwen, being the good secretary she was, said as she brought out her day planner. Even in this digital era, she still carried around a paper organizer to keep hers, and the club’s lives, running smoothly.

  She began to jot down information, and Heather decided she would need to follow her mother’s example. They could only teach so much in school, but then again, all the information they taught wasn’t always enough to keep the job running.

  “Mom?” Heather began.

  “We’ll talk later, sweetheart,” her mother said as she wrote. “I’ll take the initial information.”

  Yeah, leave it to Mom to lead h
er in the right direction.

  * * * *

  “Is that who I think it is?” Matthew asked no one in particular.

  He was looking at a beautiful young woman he had seen around campus a few years ago in Kalispell. The blonde was sitting with a group of women, his future sister-in-law being one of them. They all seemed excited about something, laughing and talking together.

  The blonde was luscious from what Matthew could remember. She was curvy and healthy, not like the girls from school who thought they had to be stick thin to be pretty. Matthew liked a woman with meat on her bones.

  It wasn’t like he had dated a lot. His studies were what was most important, and then he had to help take care of his brother’s friend, Kyle, when he had been shot and left for dead a year ago.

  Matthew knew that his brother Morgan and his best friend, Kyle Burton, were lovers. It was never spoken out loud, or announced. He could see how the two acted together. They were too close to be just friends with their subtle touches and sizzling glances when they thought no one was looking. It didn’t matter to Matthew. Everyone could love who they wanted, whether it be hetero, or homosexual.

  The surprise came to him when he found out that they were looking to have a relationship with a girl who had gotten trapped in an avalanche. They were desperate to help find this lost girl, along with everyone else who was looking for, but they said when they found her, they knew she was the woman they were looking for. They were going to share her.

  Ménage relationships were growing in Western Montana. Several of Kyle and Morgan’s friends were already involved in them, and Kyle and Morgan were going to be another one to join the fray.