A violent crime turns racial tensions sour…

Redneck Rebellion, the second installment in the edgy, over-the-top sexy, and uber-dramatic BWWM reverse harem trilogy is the perfect small town romance to keep you on the edge of your seat…

One black woman shared by three white men presents significant challenges in Old Town.

The racist tensions from Book 1 may have simmered… but new horrors may rip Caroline apart from her hot harem of beefcake rednecks.

While Caroline wants to change her town the right way, those around her stay stuck in the past…

With three irresistible small town guys by her side, this story has plenty of heat between the sheets plus crazy adventure to keep you reading the entire book in one juicy sitting.

If you love explicitly hot reverse harem stories for black women, you’re in the right place…

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BWWM Reverse Harem Romance Excerpt: Redneck Rebellion

Caroline gasped as rough lips caressed her neck. Bud lay on top of her, his large muscular body firmly planted between her legs. Chase gingerly ran his tongue over her shoulders while Travis massaged her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger as she moaned. Caroline groaned as Bud’s beard tickled the wet spot on her neck.
“We gon’ spend the rest of the day testing this damned bed out,” he murmured, rubbing his hands over her waist.
Caroline giggled.
“No,” she whispered, “We have to… We have to…”
She lost her train of thought as Travis traded his fingers for his tongue. His tongue tickled her sensitive nipples as Bud hiked her thighs up.
“Bud,” she whispered, “Not now…”
“Oh yes, Caroline,” he whispered, “Welcome to your new home…”
Caroline responded with a loud moan as he slid inside her. Travis and Chase weren’t naked yet. They’d taken their shirts off, which gave Caroline quite the view. Chase still had a sunburned neck, despite all her warnings about sunscreen while he repaired the porch. Travis heeded her warnings about sunscreen, but his time in the sun turned his blond hair so light it was nearly silver.
Bud buried himself inside her to the hilt and Caroline squeezed her eyes shut as he ardently thrust into her. She reached over his broad, farm-boy back and duck her nails into the thick muscles. Bud groaned and grunted, rutting between her legs like an animal.
His body warmed hers right up. January in Old Town didn’t get freezing cold like towns in the North, but it was cold enough to be uncomfortable without three warm bodies in her bed. Once she got used to the three of them, she couldn’t live without them. Better than blankets, that’s for sure.
Bud tensed up and let out a half-moan, half-growl as he emptied himself between Caroline’s legs. He was big. Enormous. And as he withdrew his staff from her sex, Caroline couldn’t help but moan as juices erupted from her thighs and her yearning mounted.
Before the three boys: Travis Montgomery, Chase Owens and Bud Landry, she would have never assumed she was that type of girl. The type of girl to let three firm, well-built rednecks have their way with her. Especially not in a town like this one.
They’d hooked her in. More accurately, she’d hooked them in. And once she’d accustomed to having all three of them, her urges grew to match theirs. They were all three insatiable. Bud liked to have her first thing in the morning. Sweaty and gross and smelling of sleep was how he liked her best. Travis enjoyed her in the shower.
He’d murmur, “Let’s get a little dirty before we get clean.” Then he’d drop to his knees and spread her lower lips with his tongue before sponging her clean with ferocious vigor. Chase had her after work. He’d get back from the factory smelling like grease and sweat, having had some big argument usually, and he’d pin Caroline against the wall and plead with her to help him work out his pent up tension.
This time, all four of them joined in bed, a rare occurrence these days, but important on such a special occasion. The bed was new. And they’d spent the past few days sleeping on couches on sleeping bags until Bud finished stitching up the mattress.
As Bud rolled away from Caroline’s split thighs, Travis hurried out of his pants, crumpling them at the base of the bed as he flipped Caroline onto her stomach and took her from behind. Travis celebrated with slow, deep strokes, whispering into her ear. If it weren’t for Chase kissing her on the lips and Bud trailing kisses down her bare, spread legs, she might have forgotten that she and Travis weren’t alone in the room.
When he finished inside her, Caroline didn’t think she could stand any more of them. But Chase wouldn’t let her off that easy. He flipped her onto her side and entered her right where he lay, his trousers only halfway down his thighs. The delicate curve of his hardness hit all the right spots. Bud and Travis sucked on her breasts as Chase moved between her legs. Her hair came unraveled from the tight bun and Travis wrapped some of it around his fingers as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply.
Chase finished inside her after she came two or three more times. By then, the four of them were a mess. But very satisfied.
“Looks like the bed works fine,” Bud said. His broad chest rose and plunged. Caroline predicted they would only have a few minutes before he wanted her again.
“Told you we could make it,” Chase answered, drawing Caroline’s naked body into his so her butt pressed against his groin.
The boys made the bed custom for their new house. The boys were good with their hands. Chase drew up the plans, Travis bought the supplies and Bud spent all his time out of the office hammering away. Caroline sat up, hair spilling over her breasts as Chase joined her in leaning against the soft velvet headboard.
“Do you think people suspect we aren’t really roommates?”
Bud grinned, stroking his chin and running his hand down his flat stomach.
“I’d like anyone with suspicions to come talk to me about it.”
Caroline giggled.
“Mayor Landry, we suspect you’re living in sin with a woman and two other men,” she mocked a potential citizen complaint and Bud chuckled.
Travis didn’t find it so funny.
“We have to be careful,” he said, “Caroline’s right. Especially with the campaign coming up.”
Chase folded his arms behind his head and sighed.
“Has anyone checked the mail yet?”
Caroline folded her body up nervously. They’d waited for the past three weeks for the letter. She’d spent ages gathering signatures and convincing residents of both sides of Old Town to sign her petition. They’d get news soon if they’d allow her to run for congress. She’d represent Old Town, Virgil and Moravia in Congress if she won the seat. Before all that, she’d need approval to run.
Bud rolled off the bed and groaned.
“I’ll get it,” Chase filled in, “I need to take a walk down the street and check on Ma, anyway.”
Travis got up and stretched.
“Fine. I’ll get supper started. Do we have anymore pork chops?”
Caroline searched the crumpled pile of clothes in the bed for a t-shirt.
“You three spoil me.”
Bud grinned, “Ain’t that what every Southern man wants? A little lady to spoil. I’m takin’ a leak.”
He ambled off to their en suite bathroom while Chase and Travis bustled off to busy themselves with various chores. Caroline slipped into one of Travis’ white shirts. It smelled like sweat and magnolias. She found her underwear, a tight pair of black cotton panties and then a pair of Bud’s sweatpants. She pulled the drawstring tight, so they’d fit around her waist without slipping down.
As she finished dressing, Bud emerged from the bathroom, naked except for a pair of red boxer briefs that hugged his tree trunk thighs. He hung onto the top of the door frame and bit his lower lip as he stared at Caroline.
“Too sore for me to take you again?”
Caroline’s cheeks warmed.
“Bud…”
“Just joshing. How’d’you like the house?”
“It’s strange. Living in Buchanan’s old place. It feels… somehow wrong.”
“I know. I know. It ain’t exactly what you wanted, living in a plantation house and all that. But I’m the Mayor of this town and you’re my girl. It’s my job to care for you.”
He nodded and gestured to Caroline, beckoning her closer. She obliged, tiptoeing across the large room before wrapping her arms around Bud’s thick neck. He gazed down into her eyes, and she noticed a smattering of freckles across his face. Her thighs melted together. Bud was attractive. And up close he smelled like aftershave and hay.
“I love you,” he murmured, “We all love you.”
“I know,” she sighed, “I hope I make it. I don’t want you three working your butts off to take care of me while I sit around doing nothing.”
Bud flicked the tip of Caroline’s nose with his thumb.
“You could always have babies,” he said, grinning from ear to ear like this was the most brilliant suggestion in the world. Caroline reached up to peck him on the lips. Crazy Bud.
“Babies? Would the three of you want that? I mean… it’s one thing to share me, but what about kids…?”
Bud shrugged.
“I’m a simple guy. Ain’t gonna complicate things. If you have a baby… we’ll share the responsibility. Like we share you.”
Caroline teased the nape of his neck with her fingers. Talking about babies gave her the powerful urge to have Bud again. Between her thighs. Inside her. Touching every inch of her…
Before they could continue their discussion — or escalate it — Chase and Travis bounded upstairs, thrusting the door to the bedroom open. Travis held up an envelope, his cornflower eyes wide with excitement.
“It came,” Chase said.
Bud spanked Caroline on the ass, encouraging her to grab the envelope, egging her on like one of his horses. She grabbed the envelope from Chase.
“You didn’t open it?”
“We thought you ought to do the honors.”
Caroline bit down on her lower lip and ripped the envelope open fiercely. She intended to make a big show of it, slowly opening the envelope and reading each word out loud to her three boys. Once she’d fished the thin sheet of paper out, she couldn’t help herself.
Caroline screamed. Loud.
“I’m in! I’m going to run for Congress! Holy shit!”
Bud lifted her off the ground as she screamed. Once he set her down, Travis threw his arms around her waist and kissed her. Chase set his hands on his hips, patiently waiting for Travis to finish.
“Don’t forget the little guy once you make it to Washington,” he said, a cocksure grin spread across his sunburnt face.
“There’s no way I’m getting to Washington without your help,” she said, “I’ve got to run a good campaign. Do you have any idea who I’m running against?”
The boys shrugged.
Chase said, “Dixon’s retiring this year so whoever it is will be fresh. Someone young.”
“If it was someone in Old Town, we’d know about it right?” Caroline asked, wracking her brain for anyone she knew who might run for Congress.
Their town’s election for Mayor had been tough enough on Old Town tensions. Her parents even moved away at her brother Caleb’s behest to get away from everything. He was staying up in the house now, alone.
“Maybe it’s someone from Virgil?” Travis suggested.
Bud stroked his beard and shrugged.
“Don’t matter. We’ll make sure you kick anyone’s ass.”
Caroline’s heart fluttered as the reality set in. A part of her didn’t think they’d accept her running for Congress. She’d tried, but she didn’t expect to make it this far. She was a black candidate, running for Congress in a rural county with three segregated towns. She couldn’t win on the black vote alone. She’d have to win over voters from both sides of the tracks. Her head swam with the complexity of what she’d gotten herself into.
“Care?” Chase whispered, holding onto her shoulders and bending at the knees to meet her eye, “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s nervous,” Bud said, “like a skittish mare.”
Caroline rolled her eyes.
“You’re comparing me to a horse now?!”
“She has every right to be nervous,” Travis pointed out, which didn’t help Caroline, but at least softened Bud and Chase. Chase pecked her on the lips.
“We’ll stand by you. We promise.”
“I know. I guess I never thought I’d make it this far. It’s time for me to saddle up.”
Chase’s facial expression changed, and he glanced at Bud. Caroline noticed an entire conversation exchanged in that glance.
“We have news,” Chase blurted out.
Travis nervously chewed on his fingernails. Bud remained calm and nodded slowly, urging Chase to continue.
“What?”
“My brother’s back and he’s on the force.”
Zach Owens. Caroline’s skin crawled when she heard the name. She’d gone several weeks without thinking of Zach Owens. She couldn’t help thinking of Buchanan. Bud bought the old Mayor’s plantation house with his new salary and some of Travis’ savings, and they’d spent all their free time fixing the place up.
Caroline couldn’t help thinking of Buchanan as she sanded wooden railings in what had been his house.
But Chase’s brother had been far from her mind. And his return wasn’t good news.
“Do you think he’d run for Congress?” Caroline asked.
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