Where There is Hope [Taos Wolven Mates 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page B

boys. You’re not getting me into a bedroom without a fight.” She might be attracted to them, but sleeping with either of these lunatics was out of the question.
    “We don’t intend to take advantage of you, Hope.”
    “Ha! What would you call knocking me out and kidnapping me?”
    “We would call it trying to preserve our race.”
    “Shut up, Joran.” Hope ignored the pleading look in his sea-blue eyes. “I don’t give a crap about your race. I just want to go home.”
    Joran handed her the dress he pulled from the strange-looking pack earlier. “At least put this on so you won’t attract attention with what you’re wearing. The women around here don’t show their ankles, not to mention their knees.”
    Reaching back into the pack, he pulled out a hideous pair of shoes with a two-inch heel. She eyed them with trepidation. She couldn’t believe they expected her to wear shoes with hooks where the eyes for laces should be.
    Hope snatched the dress and shoes from him with a scowl and marched into the bedroom she saw on the left, slamming the door behind her.
    Did they really think that she was going to believe they had carried her back in time? Well…she’d play along for a while, just long enough to find a way away from these lunatics, then she’d escape and send the police back here after these two nut jobs.
    Hope changed into the dress. She left out the undergarments they supplied for her. She refused to wear the shapeless underwear and the petticoat. Heck, it had to be ninety degrees outside. The fewer layers she had on, the better.
    Before she left the room, Hope removed the bobby pins from her hair, combed it with her fingers, and rearranged it into a French twist. She figured it couldn’t hurt since they insisted they were in the late eighteen-eighties.
    She reached for the old-fashioned door knob and twisted it. The door, wood floors, and outer walls looked new, and she frowned at that. From what she’d seen of the outside of the house, it looked like one she’d seen while doing research on the old west for one of her husband’s papers.
    Hope pressed her lips together. Just thinking about all she’d done for that jerk made her want to swear. Then she smiled. Let the jerk con his little hussy into doing the research for his next paper. It would probably be awesome if he wrote a paper on the uses and nuances of Cherry Bomb lipstick.
    After all, Buffy, Muffy, or whatever the heck her name was, didn’t have much interest past her makeup and what type of miniskirt she’d wear next. Whatever the girl’s real name was, Hope had taken to calling the little tramp Stuffy, because no woman that thin had boobs as big as that little home-wrecker. Besides, silicone was easy to spot. Fake boobs always looked like inverted bowls on a woman’s chest and they stayed in place as though cemented there. Hope was convinced that it was as she suspected. The money they should have saved after her husband had cancelled their last vacation went to paying for that bimbo’s new rack.
    Hope closed her eyes and took a deep breath then released it. Whatever her husband had done, it was over with now and she needed to move on. Keeping herself stuck in this negative rut would only serve to keep her down.
    Pasting a smile on her face that she hoped looked at least passable, Hope pulled the door open and stepped out into the hall.
    Both men greeted her with those strange wolfish smiles and held out their arms. If they even thought for one second that she would willingly touch them, they were crazy. Instead of taking their proffered elbows, she crossed her arms and raised a brow.
    “Exactly what did you have in mind when you said you would give me a tour?”
    Hope ignored the fact that they both towered over her five-foot-eight frame even though she wore the high heels. She pushed past them and led the way to the main room. A large cast-iron stove sat in one corner. It looked cold. It felt cold too, because with the heat