The Wives Tales
The Miner's Wife : The
Executive's Wife : The Lawman's Wife :
The Mercenary's Wife
Four women auctioned off to genetically bred
strangers in separate venues are uniquely destined to discover love in unusual
Note: Each book is written to stand alone.
"With intriguing plots, sassy heroines, scrumptious
heroes, and scorch-your-fingertips sex, Lara Santiago's Wives
Tales books should be on every reader's must-have list." —Leslie
Kelly, Award Winning Author
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The Lawman's Wife
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FINALIST: 2006 Passionate Plume Finalist
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2006 Reviewers' Choice Award
In 2078, two years after the Tiberius Group's take over, women are adjusting to the new laws
that make them virtual property of the men who marry them.
Grace Maitland desperately needs to be bid on at the public
auction to avoid losing her daughter Emma, the only thing that
matters in her life.
Interstellar Federal Lawman Jonathan Brent never expected to marry.
However, seeing the troubled young woman who has haunted his
many dreams up for bid at an auction makes him overrule his common
sense. He buys a wife for the pittance of ten dollars.
Having a ready-made family is surprisingly heartwarming after the life
Jon has led, but Emma's biological father, a sexual
vampire released from prison after the testimony of his only accuser Grace is
overturned, now demands custody of a child he's never seen.
Jonathan puts his impeccable Lawman's career at stake and goes on the
run to protect Emma and keep Grace safe.
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Length: Novel (53,000 words)
Art by Jinger Heaston
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5 Stars/Hot: "The Lawman’s Wife,
book three of The Wives Tales, was well
worth the wait. Ms. Santiago knows how to
capture her readers and keep them
entertained until the very last word and
demanding more. Grace’s character suffered
a horrible sexual encounter when she was a
teenager that left her emotional scared by
sex. I enjoyed the way Grace was able to
overcome the challenges that she had and
was able to be a wonderful mother. There
were times when Grace appeared to be
naïve, but as I continued to read I
noticed that she was doing everything to
protect her child from harm -even
appearing to be meek to the man she
thought was her husband of convenience,
Danny Cox. Jon was also a strong character
overcoming his genetic enhancement
received as a teenager, instead of turning
into a sexual vampire he focused on
keeping his sexual needs at bay with the
help of medication. The sexual chemistry
between Grace and Jon was sizzling from
the moment they met in the elevator. Jon
was aware of Grace’s sexual history and
didn’t want to alarm her with his desire,
but [imagine] his surprise when Grace
turned into the sexual aggressor in their
relationship. Just Smoking!!!! The action
in the book was on point and well written.
Nothing appeared to be out of place with
this story. Bravo Ms. Santiago, for
another job well done!"
Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
5 Kisses: "Jon is a wonderful man,
with a kind and caring heart. It doesn’t
hurt that he’s also drop-dead gorgeous and
sexy to boot! The manner in which he cares
for Grace and Emma is sweet and will fill
your heart with emotion. Grace has been
through so much and her unwavering
commitment to her daughter is beautiful
while her own search for peace will pull
at your heartstrings. The chemistry
between Jon and Grace is undeniable and
their love scenes are scorching. This
latest installment of The Wives Tales is
definitely the most intense and adds a
good balance to the series. I definitely
recommend reading The Lawman’s Wife
and feel that the entire The Wives Tales
series should be on everyone’s must-read
Two Lips Reviews
Stars: 2006 Reviewers' Choice Award
Nominee: "As the third book in the
Wives Tales, The Lawman's Wife
definitely delivers. Ms. Santiago paints a
picture of oppression and desperation for
Grace and other women. Even with her
painful past, Grace manages to be a sweet
woman and wonderful mother and when
Jonathan rescues her – both times – he is
the only man who has ever showed her any
gentleness. In addition, he's the only man
to ever excite her. Jonathan believes he's
only rescuing Grace because of sympathy
but in fact, his feelings run much deeper.
Their struggle to beat the clock to become
man and wife, build a relationship and try
to keep their little family together
despite a sexual predator makes for one
fantastic finish to this trilogy. This
fast paced story is one that will draw you
in and have you wishing for more."
4.5 Blue Ribbons: "The Lawman's Wife
is the final book in Lara Santiago’s The
Wives Tales series. Despite all the
strides women have made toward
independence I found this story shockingly
thought provoking. I can imagine something
like this happening at some point in the
future. Grace is a character whom I truly
admire. She does everything in her power
to protect herself and her daughter and
faces her fears head on. Jonathan is a
genuinely honorable man. He’s worried
about his job’s impact on their lives and
seriously considers finding her another
husband, one whose job doesn’t keep him
from home for months at a time. The
Lawman's Wife is a book sure to cause
a riot of emotions in readers and leave
them with a warm feeling at the end."
Dionne, Romance Junkies
4 Angels: "This is
the second of the Wives Tales series that
I've had the pleasure of reading. Like its
predecessor, I found myself
enthusiastically absorbing a world I pray
never comes to pass. A world where women's
rights are set back to the dark ages and
men can get away with crimes against them.
Jonathan is a lawman in deed and spirit.
From the beginning he endeared himself to
me with his kindness. Grace seemed to roam
from one extreme to another, meek but
still a little tiger when it came to
getting what she desired from Jonathan and
protecting both her daughter and her new
husband. This story was well developed
with enough action to create and sustain
excitement. The carnal delights were high
on the Richter scale but made even sweeter
because of the fragile emotions involved.
The Lawman's Wife is a great story
and I look forward to more of Ms.
Fallen Angel Reviews
are bleak, the hot desire between Jon and
Grace warms them, lights their lives, and
leads them to a place of love and passion.
[Brutal and Hannah] from The Miner's
Wife are part of the story, and with
The Lawman's Wife, Lara Santiago
tells of a time fraught with strife and
ugliness that might be, but, with people
like Jon and Grace, will not last forever.
I recommend it."
Anderson, Romance Reviews Today
"The Lawman's Wife
is book 3 of Lara Santiago's The Wives
Tales. Set in the future, it is the story
of Jonathan and Grace, two strangers who
met and comforted each other on a stuck
elevator and who now have no choice but to
consummate their relationship or risk
losing things they hold dear. I was
pleased to be reintroduced to Brutal,
Jonathan's brother in law from The
Miner's Wife. Jonathan and Grace had
secrets but I was comforted by the fact
that they loved each other, the good with
the bad. The Lawman's Wife was an
exceptional read. I can't wait to read it
Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
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Grace haltingly re-entered the stage. Every other woman ahead
of her up for auction had fairly flown off the stage. She
couldn’t figure it out.
She was in serious trouble if she wasn’t attractive enough to
get a single desperate guy to bid. Even with her nearly
non-existent pride, she had hoped for more than one offer
besides Danny’s today. But she hadn’t even gotten him
to bid. And he’d laughed when she’d exited the stage the first
time. She’d know that whiney nasal snicker anywhere.
As each subsequent woman was snapped up, Grace formulated a
plan to beg. She didn’t care if she wasn’t supposed to speak.
She wanted her daughter back. Once they found out about the
identity of Emma’s father and her inability to have any more
children, she’d have a hard enough time keeping any other man
interested. She’d deal with that when the time came.
The auction was all she could manage for now.
“Here is the last female we have up for auction today. So
you’d better get her while you can. Now, what’s my bid for
this lovely, young girl?”
Again, every man became mute. Grace couldn’t help the angry
tears tumbling over her lower lids. Emma’s forlorn little face
at yesterday’s tearful separation swam in front of her eyes.
“Surely one man among you is willing to bid on this female.
Look how pretty she is.”
Tears fell copiously, and she sniffed loudly at the very
moment everyone was supposed to see how pretty she was.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“Little lady, you can’t speak. I told you already. Now, why
won’t anyone bid on this sweet little girl?”
“Because she’s frigid and terrified of sex. Plus she’s got
another bastard’s kid already, and she can’t have any more
children. She’s completely worthless. Give it up. No one’s
bidding on her,” said a callous voice from the audience Grace
How did the man in the audience know all her secrets?
Grace squinted through her tears to search for Danny. He
smiled in that superior way he had, making her feel small and
valueless as a human. He apparently had made sure no
one would bid on her today. She should have known. Now when
she went to the Institution, they would pay him to marry her,
but Emma would be gone to her forever. She fought the urge to
run into the audience and strangle him.
“Please, someone, bid on me!” she screamed in anguish, not
caring that she wasn’t allowed to speak.
“Hush now. No more talking,” the auctioneer admonished her
again and then turned to the audience to seal her fate.
“No one willing to bid on this female? Not anyone in this
room? You are all a bunch of damn fools.” The auctioneer shook
his head and raised his gavel to seal her fate as an
institutionalized female. She covered her ears to muffle the
sound of her doom.
The doors to the back of the room burst open and bounced off
the interior walls. Grace lowered her hands. A huge lawman
strode through the door and shouted, “I bid ten dollars over
the standing floor bid for this woman.”
“Sold to the lawman for ten dollars,” the auctioneer said, not
missing a beat, as if he’d expected the bid all along. He
banged his gavel to complete the deal. Grace bent over in
grateful disbelief. She was sold. Thank heavens. She didn’t
care if it was the devil himself who’d just bought her. She
could have Emma back. She straightened quickly and looked to
see who owned her. Her future husband would not be Danny. She
found that a huge relief, too. She didn’t know what her future
husband would want, but she knew exactly what Danny expected.
“Wait, I’ll bid twenty dollars for her,” Danny’s friend Walter
“Too late,” the auctioneer said. “You gave up the right to bid
when I asked the room.”
“Well, the other guy was in the room earlier, too, and he
left. He shouldn’t get special privileges.”
“I’m a federal interstellar lawman. I was called away
momentarily on official business. What’s your excuse for not
bidding the first time?”
Walter snapped his lips shut, pressing them flat, and gave the
lawman a sullen look, as if he were the one being treated
Grace listened to her savior speak, and a tingle of
recognition brushed against her memory. She put a hand up to
her brow to block the floodlights above her and to get a
glimpse of the lawman soon to be her husband. He looked
“What’s your name, Lawman?” the auctioneer asked.
Grace sucked in a breath.
“Well then, this little lady is about to become a lawman’s
wife.” He banged the gavel again. “Sold for ten dollars to the
lawman, Jonathan Brent.”
Walter started to protest again, but Grace ignored him, still
stunned at the name of her intended husband. Jonathan Brent.
He was the lawman in the elevator from three years ago. Not a
single day had gone by that she hadn’t thought about his
strong body hugged close to hers. The initial brush of his
firm lips sliding over her mouth in the dark had crept into
her dreams more than once.
She wiped the tears from her face and prepared to face him.
Squinting into the dim light, she saw he was even more
gorgeous than she had remembered. He exceeded six feet by
several inches. His dark hair looked wiry and coarse, but she
knew from personal experience it felt very soft sifting
through her fingers. She couldn’t see his eyes from this
distance or in this light, but knew they were a comforting
Grace waited onstage for him to come fetch her, but instead he
crossed to where Danny and Walter were standing. She looked
over at the auctioneer, who motioned for her to greet her
soon-to-be husband. She wiped her face again, took a deep
breath, and went to face her future. It was the first moment
in a long while that she wasn’t absolutely terrified. Grace’s
new-found courage lasted only until she saw her future lawman
husband pull a set handcuffs off his belt.
She paused, waiting to see what he was going to do with them.
Was he about to handcuff her?
“Walter Dennis, I have an order from a magistrate to bring you
in for criminal activity.”
“What?” Walter looked at Jonathan as if he’d only just noticed
he was a lawman and then turned to run. The tall, menacing,
yet gorgeous Jonathan clamped a hand on Walter’s arm and
stopped him. He had the handcuffs around Walter’s wrists in no
time. She brushed away the dread that came with her fear of
being handcuffed and started moving toward her now bright
“How did you find me?” Walter asked.
“Someone ratted you out and called in an ‘anonymous’ tip as to
your whereabouts. I wonder who knew you’d be here today?”
Walter turned to Danny. His big, goofy face turned red. Grace
wasn’t the least bit surprised. She’d be willing to bet her
last two hundred and sixty-three hidden dollars it was Danny
who had ratted her out to the Tiberius Family Group too. She
wanted to smack Danny, but decided she had already expended
too much effort on him. It was time to move on to a better
life as the wife of a federal interstellar lawman. She smiled
for the first time in two days.
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Grace said to Jonathan,
stepping close to him once she realized the handcuffs he
brandished weren’t for her.
“Sure. Listen, I hate to do this to you, but unfortunately,
Walter will have to accompany us to the wedding ceremony.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m so grateful you bid on me. You saved
Jonathan Brent tilted his head and gave her an engaging smile.
“Come on. I need to get going.” She wanted to throw her arms
around him and bury her face into his throat. She knew she
would be safe in his arms. He was a lawman. That was what
lawmen did. They protected people.
“Wait a minute. Don’t you want to know what you’re getting for
a wife? She has serious sexual problems, and she’s got a kid,
“Danny, shut up. You have no right to say a word.” Grace
operated under the hope that Jonathan didn’t know all of her
secrets. He hadn’t entered the room until after the loudmouth
in the audience had announced her life story. Perhaps she
still had a chance to keep him.
The tempting and wicked thought of sex with him already danced
around her brain. She remembered begging him for amazing sex
in the elevator. He had turned her down then, but perhaps not
because he wasn’t interested. Perhaps her future husband had
bid on her today so he could take her to some quiet place to
make fabulous and amazing love to her. A buzzing sensation
vibrated her long-buried sexual arousal wide-awake. It was
about damn time for some amazing sex in her life.
Jonathan turned a ferociously lustful gaze toward her and
winked. “Believe me, I know exactly who I’m getting for a
wife.” Grace smiled and held his stare. She relived the kiss
in the elevator as if it had happened a minute ago. Her tongue
slipped out to wet her lower lip. She couldn’t wait to get him
“But she’s frigid.” Danny insisted, as if Jonathan were too
stupid to understand his brilliant analysis. Grace frowned at
him, willing him to shut his fat face and leave her be.
“Not with me, she’s not.” Jonathan averted his gaze from her
and scowled at Danny. “I know everything I need to know about
her. You, on the other hand, are trying my patience. Get
“Don’t come crying to me when she won’t have sex with you. I’m
warning you, you’ll have to handcuff her to a bed to cure her
sexual deviance.” Danny put his hand on his waist as if to
suggest the lawman was the most obtuse human ever.
Jonathan frowned at him. “You’re one sick bastard, you know
that? Trust me, I won’t cry to you for anything. She’s not
frigid. I suspect she told you that so she wouldn’t
have to endure your soft, clammy hands. Back up.” Jonathan
took a menacing step in Danny’s direction, dragging Walter
behind him. Danny frowned and took a shuffling step away.
Jonathan turned to her. “Ready to go?” She nodded and fell
into step behind him. He had earned her eternal gratitude for
telling Danny off the way she had wanted to for years, but
couldn’t. In her position as second-class citizen, she had put
up with loads of crap and endured years of biting her tongue
to keep silent. She enjoyed giving Danny a smug smile on her
way past him as she followed her delicious future lawman
They filled out the paperwork, and a few minutes later, for
the pitiful price of ten dollars, she was married to a man who
made her heart pound in her chest. A cheap hamburger at a fast
food joint cost more. Ah well, it didn’t matter.
Her new lawman husband held onto Walter during the ceremony,
but she didn’t care. She could get Emma back, which was the
only important thing. She’d get a honeymoon, which was another
thing gathering importance low in her belly. A heart-pounding
vibrancy radiated through her at the thought of a real
honeymoon night. Sex with Jonathan would certainly be the
pinnacle of her sexual experience, as long as he didn’t
handcuff her or hold her arms down. She spoke her vows to
love, honor, and—most importantly to the Tiberius Group—to
obey her new husband. She wondered what he might require of
her in the bedroom. They were pronounced man and wife.
“How are you going to fulfill the forty-eight hour
consummation dictate, Grace?” Danny asked.
Danny lingered several steps away, approaching her only after
the marriage vows had been spoken. “You know the minute he
snaps the handcuffs tight you’ll faint. You should have let me
cure you a long time ago…”
She didn’t have time to answer. Jonathan pulled the
regulation-issue weapon off of his belt, checked the
load—presumably to make sure it was ready to fire—and gave
Danny a positively satanic glare. His wicked-looking gun was
pointed at the floor, but the threat was unmistakable. Grace
wondered if Jonathan was going to shoot him.
“I’ve heard enough out of you. Grace and I will be at your
residence later on to pick up her things. I don’t need a
reason to shoot you. Quit trying to give me one. Grace is my
wife. She was never yours. I suggest you leave. Now.” He
tightened the grip on the gun’s handle.
Jonathan radiated an aura of anger she could stick a fork
through, and even she could tell he was trying to calm down
and not kill her ex-roommate.
Danny gave them both a sour look and retreated, finally
figuring out he shouldn’t aggravate a grumpy lawman.
Jonathan promptly leveled the gun at Walter’s chest. “Don’t
move, or I shoot to kill. Do you understand me?” At Walter’s
fearful nod, Jonathan wrapped his free arm around her waist
and pulled her close before she realized his intent. His firm
lips landed on hers in a passionate kiss. Even this early in
the morning, he had a tantalizing five o’clock shadow on his
face. His delicious scent wrapped around her with his
sizzling, warm body pressed close.
Grace melted into him as her knees weakened. Her hands went to
his chest first, then circled around his neck and anchored
herself to his strong warrior body. She ran a hand up the back
of his head, through his silky hair. Unlike the vigorous,
eager kiss in the elevator, this one was lazy and thorough. He
kissed her tenderly, stroking his tongue slowly and
methodically against hers as if he had all the time in the
world to make love to her mouth. She sagged in his arms,
unable to hold herself upright any longer, and heard moaning.
Oh God, she was moaning!
Grace kissed his jaw once and then trailed her lips to his
collarbone. Her fingers brushed the closure to his pants. His
cock sprang forward, ready to be pleasured when she unzipped
him. He almost lost it when her fingertips touched his tip.
Her soft hands stroked him tenderly. Jon did his best not to
leap up, throw her down, legs open, and drive his cock
directly to her womb. He should let her get accustomed to him.
He forced his body to relax and enjoy her gentle caress. His
cock told him he was a big pussy not to grab her by the hips
to thrust deeply and repeatedly until…
“Is it okay if I put my mouth on you?” she whispered. He
cleared his throat, realizing his eyes had closed in
anticipation of her touching and stroking his cock. The
seductive visual of her head in his lap, her tongue licking
him while her lips surrounded and sucked on his dick, slammed
into his sex-starved mind, nearly making her request
redundant. His cock then informed him he’d made an excellent
selection for a wife and bobbed once in hearty approval of her
“Sure,” he managed to utter in a gravelly voice. He was proud
of himself for not having climaxed in her hand as he spoke.
She smiled as if relieved and shifted to kneel between his
legs, bending over his long-deprived and now insanely happy
cock. She licked him first, and he couldn’t stifle the hiss
between his lips as he felt his cock bob again in utterly
delightful anticipation. She closed her lips over his head,
and he didn’t care if he died right then. He’d die happy. She
sucked him with her wide mouth, her sexy, bee-stung lips
completely surrounding his cock. She slid him back out again
slowly. And back in again. And back out again. He wasn’t going
to last four more seconds.
Jon brushed a hand down her dark, satiny locks to disrupt her
before he embarrassed himself. She pulled almost all the way
off, her lips resting on his very moist tip. She looked up at
him from between his thighs. The sincerity of her expression
made him pause. Removing his cock from the warm space between
her lips, she promptly frowned. “Am I doing it wrong?”
Jon almost laughed at the insanity of her ability to blow him
wrong. There was no wrong way. He tempered his mirth. “No. I
just don’t want you to get an unexpected surprise. It’s been
too long for me to…uh, last an extended time.” He could hardly
speak. He wanted her to continue. His raspy voice told him how
close he was to exploding, whether or not she touched him
“I’d prefer it this way for this first time if it’s okay with
Jon found he could no longer speak. He nodded. She held his
gaze and inserted the over-swollen head of his cock in her
luscious mouth again. Her tongue darted around to lick the
sensitive spot underneath as her aqua gaze locked with his.
She dropped her head down, breaking his gaze, suctioning
tighter as she went to finish him. She sucked his cock deep.
Her small hands slid over his uniform slacks, along the seam
over his inner thighs, and the next rapturous suction she
exerted on him was all it took to make him climax.
Grunting deeply in appreciation as he released, Jon lost
awareness of his surroundings for a moment at the diabolically
greatest oral experience he’d ever had. It was exponentially
superior to what he’d intended when he came home. His head
swam in the pleasurable climatic afterglow.
When he finally came back to reality several moments later,
her face was resting on one of his thighs. Her hand stroked
his other leg slowly.
He brushed a hand down her face and buried it in her hair.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Are you?” she countered, her tone amused.
He chuckled, “Not sure yet, give me a minute.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. What are you thanking me for? If
I’d known you could do that, I would have let you take me in
The trill of her laughter caught him off guard.
“Well, I was frightened when I entered your home, but now I’m
feeling much more secure. So thank you.”
“I was impossibly horny, but trying to be honorable, when I
entered my home. Now I’m supremely satisfied. So thank you,”
he replied, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers.
“I guess the Tiberius representative won’t scan my throat to
see if I’ve been consummated,” she said in a wistful tone.
He laughed at the comical visual. “No. Unfortunately, the scan
equipment only looks below the belt.”
“Guess I’ll have to gain some courage then. I don’t want to be
afraid, but I confess I am...a little nervous.”
“I promise to do whatever I can so you won’t be afraid. I
would never hurt you, Grace.”
“I know.” She took a deep breath and asked, “Can I handcuff
you to the bed before we have sex?”
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