Welcome to The Pleasure Club, where fantasy becomes reality.

Patty Fitzgerald decides it's time to get back on the horse-so to speak-after three years of celibacy following her failed marriage. And what better way to do so than to be ravished by a cowboy, or two? She joined The Pleasure Club and is set for her fantasy night. She just hopes the Pleasure Guardians got it right. When she stumbles across the rugged cattle rustlers, she's more than willing to let them have her. The surprise though, is the sweet, shy hero who saves her and shows her a passion she'd forgotten could exist in her life.

Patty pulled her car up in front of the winery and frowned. It looked exactly like a castle, definitely not a setting out of the Old West. Had they messed up her fantasy? She would not be happy if they had. It wasn't as if she had all the money in the world to spend on a fantasy sex club like The Pleasure Club.

She pushed open her door and stepped out into the late evening warmth. She looked down at her clothes and supposed the simple ivory summer dress would work for a medieval maiden's underclothes, if they had stuck her fantasy in the wrong time period. Holding her purse in one hand and her keys in the other, she scowled.

"Oh, hell," she muttered. She shouldn't be here at all. What had she been thinking to do this?

She'd been thinking she seriously needed to get laid, and when she heard about The Pleasure Club from a friend, she'd been intrigued enough to look up their Web site.

She popped the trunk on her little sedan, dumped her purse inside, then shut the lid. She hit the lock button on the key fob before dropping the keys into the one deep pocket on her dress.

The letter had come last week, and since then she'd memorized every word, every direction. There wasn't much to remember, really, so she did as the letter stated and headed along the path to the east side of the castle-like building. The cobbled path led through a sweet-smelling rose garden and into the woods.

Now this is a little better, she thought with a smile as the cobblestones ended and her sandals fell silent on the pine needle strewn path. The evening seemed to close in quickly as she ventured deeper into the thick forest. She could almost believe she'd just stepped out of Florida and into the Old West. Except maybe for the loud chirping of the cicadas. She wasn't sure if they had cicadas in Arizona, since she'd never actually been there-had never been anywhere, it seemed.

God, she hoped those Pleasure Guardian people got it right. She'd had this particular fantasy for ages, and she wanted it so badly she could practically taste it.

Thank God none of the parents of her students knew what kind of twisted freak she was-at least in her own mind. If any of them knew she often lay awake at night, fantasizing about being ravished by men wearing gun belts while she used her vibrator and dildo-Yes, she used two at once, and it was no one's business!-to bring her to screaming orgasms, they'd have her thrown out of the St. Mary's.

Just thinking about it made her pussy clench. Men. Plural. Big, burly cowboys. Heat flooded her body and made her skin tingle. "Where are you?" she whispered as she walked deeper into the shadowy woods. "I'm ready for you, bad, bad boys. Soooo ready."

The smooth bottom of her flat sandal slid on a stone, and she yelped in surprise and steadied herself. "Damn it." It was getting really dark.

She stopped at a T in the path. Looking left and right, she had no idea which way to go because the paths wound off around corners within a few yards. The letter hadn't said anything about this.

Then she heard it. A masculine voice.

Another tingle rippled down her spine, and she grinned.

A second voice, then boisterous male laughter.

She turned right and practically skipped down the path. Bad boys, here I come!

Just around the bend, she saw them. Two guys sitting on either side of a small campfire, complete with cowboy hats, tight jeans, and gun belts. A delicious shiver skittered over her skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Mmm. Just what the teacher ordered.

Smoothing her hands over her bodice, and then tugging the elastic neckline down so it exposed plenty of shoulder, she slowly stepped toward them. "Excuse me, sirs, but I seem to be lost."

They both turned their heads and looked in her direction. She wondered if she was close enough to the fire for them to see her, so she kept moving forward.

She'd thought she'd be scared, or at least nervous, when the moment finally arrived, but she wasn't. Excitement made her tingly and tense with arousal.

"Well, well, well," the cowboy on the right said as they both stood up from their little camp stools-not exactly period pieces, but oh well. "Look what we got here, Clancy.

"Miz Patricia. I'll be."

She almost burst out laughing at the silly drawl they both employed. They sounded straight off the set of The Beverly Hillbillies. She kept her laughter inside, though. She couldn't see their faces yet, but they were both tall and built like honest to God cowboys. With wide shoulders, slim hips, thick thighs, and cowboy boots. Be still my heart!

"What're ya doin' all the way out here in the middle o' nowhere, Miz Patricia? Shouldn't ya be back at the saloon takin' care of all them girls?"

She wrinkled her brow and stopped walking when she was within ten feet or so of them. So she wasn't the innocent schoolteacher? At the saloon? Girls? "Pardon me?"

The one on the left stepped toward her. "You watch them girls like hawks. We know, cuz we done tried to steal one once, and you came after us with that big 'ol shotgun."

Maybe school girls, but at a saloon?

The other cowboy came forward. "You're the prettiest one, though, Miz Patricia. Pity you don't put that body of yours up for sale no more. I'd pay to use it for an hour."

Was she a madam? Oh, how very sinful!

"We ain't gotta pay at all, Clancy. She's out here all alone. Lost."

Patty raised her hands and took a couple of steps backwards. "Wait a second, boys. I… I just need directions back to town. My horse-"

The one not named Clancy lunged forward and grabbed her arms.

She twisted and tried to pull away, but he was a good head taller than she was and now, seeing him up close, she realized he was made of solid muscle. Yummm. "I'll let you have any one of my girls. For a whole night. Free of charge. Just let me go."

Clancy came up beside the one holding her and grinned. She supposed it was a wicked grin, but he was so damn handsome it was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen. "We got your sweet li'l body for the whole night."

"Hell, Clancy, we got her for as long as it takes." The cowboy laughed and tugged her against his hard body.

"As long as what takes?" she asked, trying to remember she was supposed to be frightened but finding it difficult because the man smelled of citrus cologne, not cow poo and sweat, or whatever real cowboys should smell like. His body was rock solid. When she laid her hands against his pecs to try to push herself away, her fingers met resilient muscle, and her mouth watered.