Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.
Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.
Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.
Niiiiiiiice! Talk about some hot cowboy
lovin’, Ms. Petrova certainly knows her way around a mรฉnage scene, or two, or
three. Whew! Sybill may have gone to the Boot Knockers Ranch having never had
an orgasm, but she didn’t leave that way … even if she left with her heart
broken. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams turns out to be two men
– one of whom can’t admit he’s in love with the other man? Oh yeah, you got it,
we get bisexual cowboys, hot mรฉnage sex, and romance … face it, you can’t get
your heartbroken if there’s no romance involved. All of this adds up to a
stellar read that I enjoyed from beginning to end (even if I didn’t want it to
end).
The Boot Knockers Ranch hosts 20 women
each week as the cowboys use their talents and skills to help the women
overcome whatever sexual dysfunction that plagues them – virginity, body image
issues, fantasy-fulfillment, failure to orgasm, etc. But don’t mistake the
Ranch for a bordello. The ladies are carefully screened and matched by a
counselor who knows what each cowboy can do and what skills are needed to help
the individual woman. While I find the idea fascinating, I thought the added
twist that the cowboys are shareholders in the ranch gives them a vested
interest in seeing it succeed and helps to keep it professional and above-board.
Although Pushin’ Buttons features
Hugh and Riggs, it is clear from scenes involving the other cowboys that the
men take their job seriously and treat the women with respect. And, in Hugh and
Riggs’ case, love.
Being a founding member of the Boot
Knockers Ranch, Hugh is taken aback when he responds so strongly to Sybill.
He’s not supposed to be taking part in this week’s treatments, but he cannot
NOT throw his hat into the ring for her. So it’s no wonder he falls for her and
he falls hard – so hard that he takes it personally when he can’t take over the
edge. It’s quite endearing how Hugh beats himself up mentally when he finds his
pleasure without giving Sybill hers. Though he doesn’t admit it to himself, his
determination to please her is not about his ego, it’s about pleasing his woman. Needless to say, he’s not
happy when he learns that Riggs has wormed his way into their bed … he doesn’t
want to share Sybill, not even with his lover. When he learns that it is at
Sybill’s request (and not Riggs’ machinations), he agrees and Sybill (and the
reader) is treated to some lip biting, squirm inducing, panty-drenching sex
scenes that show that Sybill isn’t the only one who can ride a cowboy. Yee Haw!
What takes Pushin’ Buttons from a 4-star read to a 5-star read for me is the
romance. The author doesn’t just give you some great sex scenes that’ll overheat
your Kindle, she also writes one heartbreakingly sweet romance as these three characters
come to terms with their love for one another in such a brief time. This is
especially difficult for Hugh as he’s had his heartbroken by a man before,
which is why he is so hesitant to open himself up to Riggs. Does this trio find
happiness? Or do they go their separate ways – Sybill back to her life as a
researcher in Atlanta and Hugh and Riggs resuming their therapeutic roles as
cowboys on the ranch? You’ll have to read Pushin’
Buttons to find out and if you’re a fan of MFM mรฉnages, you won’t be
disappointed. This book has made it on my reread list and I’m looking forward
to Ms. Petrova’s next book in the Boot Knockers series.
Sibyll
followed her gaze to the door between stage entrance and hallway several feet
away. His back was to her and the other dozen women, his shoulders taking up
most of the door frame and his white T-shirt molded to a chiseled back. Sibyll
outlined his back muscles with her gaze, cutting a path down to a backside
hugged by worn denim.
The cowboy
pivoted. His face was illuminated by the overhead lights as he talked to the
perky Isabel, the ringleader of this insane audition process.
“He has a
black eye!” someone whispered.
“From a
bar fight? Please let it be from a bar fight!” a woman with a gorgeous head of
red hair and thick glasses added.
The cowboy
raised his head and stared at the women. Suddenly Sibyll’s muscles tensed to
run. She didn’t want to be here, had made the wrong decision. So what if I can’t experience “physical and
emotional sensation at the
peak of sexual excitation” according to Dictionary.com?
Isabel swooped through the door and pointed at the
curvaceous brunette to Sibyll’s right. “You’re next.” Then she returned to the
doorway, where she leaned and talked to the cowboy with the black eye.
Dust motes swirled hectically in the lights streaming from
the stage. Sibyll tried to follow one with her eyes. Anything to keep from
looking directly at that cowboy’s handsome, rugged face.
He was huge—tall and broad and muscled in all the ways that
made the knot in Sibyll’s core want to unravel. But it never did.
Maybe if he fights to
win me, I could.
He glanced up again, and the group of women tittered. The
leggy blonde was led offstage on the arm of a cowboy wearing all black except
his shiny silver and turquoise belt buckle.
“Wow, he’s fine. Jenny’s lucky to get him,” the virgin
whispered after they passed. They stopped at the door, and the production
manager moved to the side so they could pass.
The black-eyed cowboy with the two-day-old dark stubble on
his jaw shook hands with both cowboy and contestant.
“You—sexy secretary—you’re next.” The production manager
jabbed a finger in Sibyll’s direction.
She looked around herself. A slight girl to her right wore a
peasant dress and thong sandals, and the tall, toned girl to her left wore
sporty shorts and a T-shirt with an energy drink logo.
“Wh—? Me?” Sibyll pointed to her chest.
“Yep, you.” The production manager whirled back to speak
with the cowboy, but he’d strolled through the door and was making his
molasses-sweet way across the stage.
He passed the first group of contestants, who froze like a
herd of deer in the middle of Highway 495. He dipped his head and positioned a
battered brown cowboy hat on it. “Howdy,” he drawled, lips curled in the
perfect dose of Southern gentleman and cocky bad-boy.
Feminine sighs sounded in response. Sibyll’s heart thumped as
he neared her small group standing nearest to the stage. The closer he got, the
more his bulk seemed to take up all the space in the room. Or maybe that was
testosterone.
He dropped a wink at the virgin and leaned in to speak to
her. “The black eye was nothin’ as glamorous as a kick-ass bar fight. Took a
hoof yesterday working with the horses.” He straightened and settled his gaze
right on Sibyll.
She stopped breathing as electricity passed between them.
That’s my imagination.
I’m so keyed up.
The cowboy cleared his throat but didn’t say anything.
Around them, women gawked. Hell, even Isabel the production manager stood with
her mouth open, glancing between the huge cowboy and her clipboard.
“Hugh, you’re not filling in today, are you?” Isabel asked.
The man blinked, severing his hold on Sibyll. He shook his
head. “Nah, I’m not competin’ today. I’m Master of Games as usual.” He pinned
Sibyll again with his gaze. Something dark and exciting coiled low in her
belly. What if this man did stand up for her?
I’d choose him in a
heartbeat.
Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.
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Thanks for such a great review & being on the tour
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