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Day One of the A-Z Blog Hop - A is for Alpha Males

I’ve been looking forward to the A-Z Blog Hop for over a month. Now it’s finally here, I’ve decided to start with a topic which, as an erotic romance writer, is close to my heart.
Alpha males.
If there’s one thing we love in the romance field, it’s alpha males. Christian Grey, for instance, has women swooning all over the globe. My favourite character to write was Ash from The Hand He Dealt, a college football player who oozed masculinity. There’s just something about an alpha male that makes romance readers drool.
What is it about them that we love so much? Some of us like muscle and athleticism, but that’s not always necessary – power can also come from personality (back to Christian Grey again). Do we like to feel protected, physically or emotionally? Do we see strength of body or will as something we can tame?
At least these days we aren’t expected to match alpha heroes with weak heroines who need rescuing. Today’s heroines – my favourite ones, anyway – are strong women in their own right. I can’t do with the archetypal too-stupid-to-live ditz who spends all her time falling off her stilettos and expecting a man to make all her decisions for her.
In fact, one of these days I may even write an alpha female. Strong men are fun, but so are strong women.
(Although fetching a man to remove a spider is still allowable. You’ve got to draw the line somewhere.)

And, speaking of As, I'd like to give a shout-out and thanks to Arlee Bird for setting up this Hop!

Menage with meaning?

Today I'm promoting the wonderful Victoria Blisse and her new story "Vanilla with Extra Nuts". Enjoy!

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Menage with meaning? Vanilla with Extra Nuts is the story of three people working out a relationship, it’s not an easy thing and it is especially difficult for Megan as she didn’t realise her boyfriend was Bi and she certainly didn’t know he had a male lover as well as her. The story focuses on the way she works this through, how she decides her love for Adam means she’s willing to be open-minded about the way their relationship works. She was expecting the usual boy meets girl romance but has to work out what to do with the extra man in the equation.
Excerpt

Adam kissed me, cutting off my moans and muffling my gasps. Two tongues invaded me and teased me to the very heights of ecstasy. I was overloaded with the different touches and strokes over my body and I knew in a matter of moments I would explode. Then Simon stopped and I think I whimpered.“Not yet, love, not yet.” Simon cooed and winked at me as I pouted down at him. “Damn, you and Adam make a fan-fucking-tastic cocktail. I always thought you would. I want to drink from your freshly fucked pussy on a regular basis now. It’s addictive.” I blushed but I smiled too. However, the smile was soon replaced as my jaw dropped. Simon parted Adam’s thighs and placed his juice covered lips around the very hard cock of my boyfriend. I’ve never seen a man give a blowjob before, nope never, so as well as being as hot as hell I found watching Simon’s technique very enlightening.He used his hands to tease and stroke Adam’s balls almost constantly and he kept up a steady rhythm. I ran a finger through my sticky folds as I watched eagerly and took note. Simon pulled away suddenly and it was Adam’s turn to whimper with disappointment.“You know I love your cock, baby,” Simon purred, “but right now I want to feel that gorgeous pussy wrapped around my dick. You don’t mind, do you, buddy?”“No, no, I completely understand. Go ahead man, fuck her. I can see she’s gagging for it.”My jaw dropped in disbelief at the way Adam just treated me like some kind of possession, but I said nothing because I really did want to be fucked and I was, as he’d said, gagging for it. Simon moved back between my thighs and leaned over to the bedside table. He opened the little drawer and pulled out a condom. Obviously he was used to Adam’s habits and for a minute I felt the old feelings of jealousy and upset overcoming me, but as Simon sat back on his heels, peeled open the packet, and rolled the condom over his thick cock I forgot all that and the lust over took my emotions once again.Adam pressed his cheek against mine as we both craned our necks to watch Simon’s cock press between my lips. I felt so cherished, so sexy in that moment as one hot guy slipped inside of me and another held me close in his arms. Adam and I both watched enraptured for a few moments as Simon’s cock worked in and out of my slippery cunt. I was on fire, my cheeks and my chest were enflamed with heat. I tingled all over, my skin so sensitive every subtle touch brought me ever closer to orgasm.Adam kissed me and his hand ran down over my stomach. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his lips on mine. It was such a strange sensation to have one man fuck you and one man kiss you, but it was good and something I wanted to experience again and again. I groaned when his fingers slipped down to my clit. As Simon fucked me Adam rubbed me just how I liked.
Adam’s lips left mine and again we were cheek to cheek watching what happened between my thighs. I found it hard to hold my eyes open, the pleasure grew in intensity and I didn’t want to miss one moment of this amazing experience. But eventually the sensations became too much and the ecstasy shot through me with such power my eyelids rattled shut as a desperate, orgasmic scream ripped from me.



A New Release from Victoria Blisse. Vanilla with Extra Nuts is a ménage story, featuring two hot guys and one shy and sexy vanilla girl. Here’s the blurb:
She’s just a vanilla girl until she finds her perfect toppings. Megan is slowly falling in love with Adam until he confesses he's seeing a guy behind her back. She thinks the relationship has been ruined until the night she indulges in a threesome with the man she loves and Simon, his lover.As much as she enjoys being sandwiched between the two men she's not sure the arrangement can last. So Megan has to decide.Can she come to terms with sharing the man she adores with his male lover or will she have to say goodbye to her soulmate forever?

Pick up your copy from:Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/Vanilla-Extra-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00BI4T13E/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1361345944&sr=8-4&tag=sexy00-21Amazon.co.uk http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vanilla-Extra-Group-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00BI4T13E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361345833&sr=8-1&tag=sexy00-21All Romance Ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-vanillawithextranuts-1076497-144.html?referrer=9d8e54f3ce71ca2554b388837ebb07e6 Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest 

Clandestine Classic acceptance!

It’s been a while since I posted, and it’s great to be finally back with some good news – the Clandestine Classic that I’ve been working on for Total-e-Bound has been accepted! Yay!
For those of you that don’t remember, Total-e-Bound’s first clutch of Clandestine Classic novels were released last year to a wave of publicity, some positive, some less so. In fact, some sites implied that the writers involved were plagiarists, that they were desecrating classic novels, and that they were obviously incapable of getting published under their own steam. All of which was ridiculous, of course. The writers in question were already published multiple times, the novels were out of copyright, and the original authors were credited for their own work. And let’s not forget that for everyone who didn’t want to read the sexual exploits of Heathcliff, Jane Eyre, Mina Harker, the original novels were still available. No damage had been done to them.
And actually, I’ve found that the new line has drawn my attention to novels I previously knew nothing about. While several in the series I had already read, I’ve now been introduced to such works as Dracula, Tarzan of the Apes and the Sherlock Holmes stories, which now have pride of place on my Kindle. Hardly a disaster for literature!
Unfortunately, I’m not able to say yet which novel I’ve been working on, but as soon as I can, I’ll be back here with an update. I’m looking forward to the edits, which are the next stage of the journey. In the meantime I’m working on another short and two novellas, one being a sequel to I Heard Your Voice, which I hope to have finished in a few weeks.
So best to all, and watch this space!

Third Day of Blissemas

In my house, I am definitely the Christmas fairy. I love everything about it – the dark nights lit with fairy lights, the decorations, the gifts, the food, the music. My husband, on the other hand, loathes the very name of Christmas, so it’s up to me to provide the good cheer.
And one of my favourite things about Christmas happens to be right beside my workplace – the Christkindelmarkt.


For me, this sums up everything about the season of goodwill. Stall upon stall of handcrafted gifts – I’ve treated myself to brightly-lit crystals, handmade mugs, Russian dolls and wind lights. Other stalls sell traditional food, from wurst, pretzels and potato pancakes to chocolate-coated fruit kebabs, marshmallows and truffles. And of course, many flavours of hot mulled wine, mead and German beer.


It’s been a long year and a pretty rough one for me, but Christmas never fails to cheer me up. So I’ll be celebrating with a glass of mulled wine and hanging twinkling lights in my window.
Merry Blissemas!

Promoting Victoria Blisse!

Today I'm promoting Victoria Blisse's new self-published book "Proving Santa Exists". I'll be downloading it to my Kindle straight away and, after reading the hot excerpt below, I hope you all will too!

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When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions. 

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?
 Excerpt.

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background."It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."I tut and shake my head."The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it." "How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?""Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist.""You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide. "Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing. I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck. Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper. I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisseLinks: 




Amazon.co.uk http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21
Amazon.comhttp://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21
And this link on Victoria's website covers both links and has a blurb/excerpt for people too: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists 

 

My Next Big Thing

Last week, my Romantic Novelists' Association friend Nicky Wells tagged me in her post The Next Big Thing - and this week it’s my turn! The idea is that I answer ten questions about my current Work in Progress (my Next Big Thing!) and tag five other writers to tell you about their latest work next week!
So here goes:


What is the title of your book? “I Heard Your Voice”.
How did you come by the idea?I was watching a lot of paranormal entertainment shows and decided to write an investigation where a ghost actually made contact.
What genre does your book fall under?Paranormal erotic romance.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters if it were a movie?I’d have Tom Felton as Jason, Sara Paxton as Tamar and Daniel Craig as Reed. I think he could play arrogant very well.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?About four months, give or take.

What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?
Spirits will rise; inhibitions will fall.


What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?As it’s part of the Haunted By You series by Total-e-Bound, I would compare it to the other three books in the series – they’re all suitably sexy and scary.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?Watching Most Haunted!
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
It’s got love, hot sex, a mischievous ghost and a woman coming into her own – what more could you ask for?
And that’s my Next Big Thing. Here are the writers I’m tagging...
The intriguing Jolie du Pre, whose blog Precious Monsters is truly fascinating. 
The wonderful Sage Marlowe, who takes romance to the edge. 
And the amazing Bebe Balocca, who shares my love of the Classics.  

Thank you!

Wicked After Dark blog hop!

To celebrate my participation in Natasha and Nikki's blog hop, I'm giving away a copy of my new paranormal novella I Heard Your Voice.
Sex on haunted ground
I've always had a fascination with the paranormal, both in the real-life sense and the entertainment sense. I watch a lot of Most Haunted, among other things. So it didn't take much to create Reed James, the arrogant medium from my new paranormal I Heard Your Voice.

Reed is, frankly, an arsehole, whose relationship with my heroine Tamar Steele, a sensitive with a team of paranormal investigators, is entirely without feeling. So why does it endure? Because Reed claims that sex on haunted ground increases paranormal activity.
It's an interesting idea which I had great fun developing as I wrote. Could this realistically work? Spirits are often said to feed off energy - would sex on haunted ground create that energy? Would the sense of excitement, or danger, create enough power to fuel  more spirit activity than would usually take place?
Or is it down to the people involved? Reed, we discover, prefers sensitives for his pre-investigation ritual. Does the physical connection also enable a psychic connection? Or does it simply enhance his own psychic abilities?
Or is he just a lying jackass?
One lucky commenter will receive a copy of I Heard Your Voice and can find out all this and more for free. 
http://closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/wicked-after-dark-halloween-giveaway.html?zx=c2ff812b54e09e9d

Welcome, S. Dora!

Today I'm hosting S.Dora, so enjoy!
*** Let me start with thanking Tanith for her warm welcome!
You don’t have to read a lot of romance novels to discover that new love is a big theme in this genre. Two strangers meet and somethinghappens… and whatever that something is, confusion and misunderstandings are sure to follow, but we know love will find its way and at the end the strangers have become committed partners for life.But what if the main characters in a romantic story are already together? What if the misunderstandings have been dealt with before the story even starts? And we don’t want to throw murder and heartbreak at them? Simple. We introduce something that is new to the lovers. Something that surprises them, that makes them look in a different way at each other and at themselves as a couple. Something like BDSM. Because no matter how good we think we know our own sexual preferences and, hopefully, those of our partner, life can have some neat surprises in store. And with neat I don’t necessarily mean easy and without any form of conflict, but the start of an adventure that, with a bit of luck, will have its happy end. In the Calling the Shots series that’s exactly what happens to Isaac when an afternoon of sexy fun with a kinky touch becomes the start of some very fundamental changes between him and his younger lover Tom. Isaac has no longer even the pretence of youth and perhaps he’s become a bit set in his ways. Tom is his big adventure, even though Tom really had to work to convince Isaac that being together would be a very good thing for both of them. Mild-mannered, slightly passive Isaac discovers the thrill of being the Dominant to his lover’s submission. In the first part of Calling the Shots, Facing the Truth, we see the moment of discovery, when Isaac realises he wants to explore BDSM with Tom. Now part two, The Right Direction, is available, and Isaac and Tom have their first full weekend of staying in their roles as Dominant and submissive. And, as to be expected, things are not without its complications…
A short excerpt:
Isaac had been slightly worried that the package of toys he had ordered from the online adult store would not get there in time, but on Thursday afternoon, right after he returned from work, the doorbell rang and the postman handed it to him. He walked straight to the bedroom, with Tom in his wake. “Can I take a peek?” “No.” Tom pouted. “Not even if I wear my collar? You know, do a trial run?” “Again, no.” Isaac managed to sound stern, but only just. “Okay, I get the message. I’ll make supper.” Tom gave in. “It’s not like you can hide it from me, anyway. If I really want to know what’s in that package, I will find it.” He must have seen the look of disappointment on Isaac’s face, because he hastened to say, “That’s not what I meant. You can put everything in the toy drawer and I give you my promise not to peek unless you tell me to. Though if you’ve bought as many toys as I think you have, there won’t be enough space in one drawer, so you might want to use the other one as well.” Isaac kissed him. “Thanks for being a good sport. What are we having for supper?” Tom winked. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Before Isaac could react, his lover was gone. He laughed for a moment, then stared at the box wrapped in brown paper and went very quiet. This was what he had ordered and paid for. He had masturbated thinking about how he was going to use his purchases on his sub. While it was for fun and spicing up sex, he couldn’t help but think it had become so much more. They hadn’t needed any formal rituals to use a cock ring or a string of anal beads, yet Tom had knelt at his feet, called him Sir and had looked so full of joy when Isaac had given him his collar.
Facing the Truth is available at http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1579The Right Direction is available at http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1779
My blog: http://sdora.wordpress.com/

Hosting Em Petrova - Crazy For Love

Today I'm hosting the fabulous Em Petrova and her new release "Wild Wild Hearts". Take it away, Em!
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What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done for love? Have you ever taken a risk to show your interest in a special person? Or have you thrown away all common sense just to show that person that you care? Here are some fun stories about pulling out all the stops. Enjoy!
One woman in Pittsburgh joined a winter football team just to get closer to one hunky player. I mean, that’s dedication! Have you ever braved a Pennsylvania winter? It’s damn near impossible NOT to layer up in down puffer jackets, and we all know that no one looks good in a down puffer jacket!
A woman in Kansas City changed religions for the man she loved. Her fiancé was Mormon and his condition to marry was that she must convert. After some thought, she realized that converting was one small detail when it came to the decision to spend her life with the man she loved! Can I get a big AWWWWW?
Here’s a bad story—anyone ever tattoo a lover’s name on your body? A lot of people take the inky plunge, believing their love to be everlasting. Luckily, a lot of tattoo artists can cover over old tattoos with new pieces. So you can turn “Johnny” into some amazing floral design.
When you’re crazy for someone, would you hop a bus in the inner city, possibly risking your life to see him? Or would you fly around the world just to spend two days with the man of your dreams? One amazing man took his important lady to the airport and spontaneously whipped out his credit card to buy a ticket to accompany her. Talk about knowing the way to a woman’s heart—she took one look at that card and fell for him, right? LOL.
What have you done for love? I’d love to hear some stories! And I’ll leave you with a short excerpt from my latest release, a historical ménage a trois called WILD WILD HEARTS. Enjoy!
Blurb: Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he’s asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover Isaac use their charms to seduce a man she wants to tangle limbs with all too much.
With Sofia, Isaac Strong is part of a two-for-one deal known as the “Jade Pair” for the color of their eyes. When the rugged Nolan Hollis walks into their lives, Isaac’s yearnings kick like a wild stallion. But will the honorable man want anything to do with them, especially once he discovers the Jade Pair’s mission is to steal a prized object from the Hollis family?
Nolan must have the stunning saloon girl, even if it means she comes packaged with Isaac. Soon Nolan is equally as drawn to the quiet and handsome man. While he struggles not to lose his heart to his lovers from the wrong side of humanity, he works to hide his rendezvous from his family. But soon Nolan realizes his lovers intend to do more than get him into bed and steal his love.
Excerpt:“Your action, sir.” Sofia hung over the railroad executive’s shoulder, making sure her bodice dipped low. The movement left nothing to the man’s imagination as she pointed to his poker hand.His gray mustache twitched. He followed the seam of her cleavage, able to see quite a bit considering the top of her dress dipped dangerously close to her nipples. One wrong move and she’d be exposed to everyone in the saloon.Including the Hollis boy across the room.Sofia flicked her gaze up, stopping just short of meeting his. He was looking at her—that was enough for now. She wasn’t certain she should be carousing with a man like him anyway.He’d been nursing the same whiskey all night but continued to watch her, his dark hat tugged lower with every hour that passed.Just like her bodice.She didn’t know why she was purposely tempting him. For a price, she’d go upstairs with any man, together with her lover, Isaac.They were a team known as the Jade Pair for the color of their eyes. Hers were a deeper, more emerald green, while Isaac’s were a bright jade. But their boss believed the term to be exotic and enticing, drumming up more business.With Hollis’s warm gaze on her, she almost wished she wasn’t in this profession of entertaining men. Hollis had “morality” written all over him. Yes, he was definitely the come-courting kind. Well, she wasn’t in that market—her train had pulled out long ago.The railroad executive, his name still unknown to her, spread some cards out on the table, and a gasp ran from one player to the next when they spotted his four-of-a-kind.“I’m out.” One man tossed his cards into the center of the table with a growl of disgust. Another withdrew a wad of cash from his vest pocket and peeled off some bills, which he handed to the railroad man to cover his losses.Isaac made a sharp movement, and Sofia looked up. Their gazes met. No words were needed. He glanced to the side and caught the boss, Hiram Marshall, watching. Hiram was waiting for Sofia to make her move.Damn.Her unladylike thought was tamer than it might have been. How she hated being under Hiram’s thumb and pinned down by his ever-watchful gaze. That he was waiting for her to gain the tycoon’s cooperation so that wad of cash could cross into Hiram’s hands was evident.If the railroad man took her and Isaac to bed, they’d line Hiram’s pocket and provide enough cash for them to eat and bathe for a week.Carefully, she lifted her gaze to the far wall again. A slice of want ripped through her as she met Hollis’s intense stare. She didn’t even know which Hollis he was—there were so many.The man was pure, walking lust. Dark denims that were stiff on every other cowboy actually molded to his chiseled thighs, and his quality leather boots gleamed in the lantern lights. Nothing compared to his face. If angels truly fell, she could say she saw one in the flesh.His dark gaze burned from beneath the brim of his hat and caused a throb deep in her core.A jolt of surprise captured her. When had she last felt that desire? Though she slept with many men every week, she’d only ever experienced this wanting once before—with Isaac.Her sex ached, pooling with moisture. She shifted, and her skirts rustled. Beneath her lacy petticoats, she was slick and bare—every bit of hair bladed from her pussy.Was Hollis a hungering man? From the way his hard lips pulled tight over his teeth in a snarl when the railroad man skimmed her jaw with his forefinger, she thought so. Hollis set his glass down with a clink that sounded all the way across the noisy saloon.“Careful, Sofia,” Isaac murmured in her ear.The threads of the web tightened. Suddenly, she was caught between Hiram, the railroad man, Isaac, and Hollis. Yessir, she was throwing Hollis into the mix. If he was a hungering man, she was a betting woman.“Would you like to follow my man and me upstairs?” she asked the tycoon but kept her gaze fixed on Hollis.The cowboy brought his boot off its resting place across his knee, and the heel hit the floor.“Why yes, ma’am, that sounds right nice.” The railroad man clutched the bills he’d just won and turned to her with a fevered light in his eyes. When he reached for her, Hiram plucked the money from his hand. At the same moment, Hollis shoved his chair back with such swiftness, it tipped over, sounding like a shot.At the sound of the crash, the piano music came to an abrupt stop. Isaac clamped his hand on Sofia’s shoulder, almost bruising her. But she knew if events escalated into a fight and guns were drawn, he would have her out of here and to safety within moments.“I’ll raise you.” Hollis’s voice was deep and rough, like he chewed nails and swallowed them for breakfast. It also sent a dark heat threading low through Sofia’s belly. The fire took up residence between her thighs, and she squeezed them together to ease it.Hiram stepped up to Hollis. He was a full head shorter than the cowboy and lacking in muscle. But he was used to dealing with hard men and knew how to get what he wanted. At that moment, he wanted more money.Isaac’s grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. She swung her gaze to him and spotted the glint in his eyes. Yes, it said. He wanted this—wanted Hollis.Lust pounded through her core. In the two years she and Isaac had been together and loved each other, she’d never seen the flames of need in him for another man. Sure, he gave his body to them willingly enough, but Hollis was different.For them both. Before she had a chance to wonder why, Hollis crowded close.“This is a rather large chunk of money, sir. I’m not certain you would have—” Hiram bit off his words as Hollis laid a thick stack of cash on the table.A shiver that was almost pride coursed down Sofia’s spine. Isaac blew out a breath.Rotating, Hiram faced the railroad man. “Will you counteroffer?”The man stared for a long moment at Hollis. The cowboy braced his legs wide and hooked a thumb in his front pocket, appearing nonchalant and menacing at once. The pose said he had money to up the stakes, but he wasn’t going to need it.Sofia sank her teeth into her lower lip. Hollis’s gaze latched on to her mouth and held.Finally, the tycoon shook his head. “Nope. Other women in these parts to be had. I won’t separate myself from more money.” He held out his hand, and Hiram placed his winnings in his palm.“Sofia, Isaac, you’ve got yourself a gentleman for the evening. Take good care of him.” Hiram greedily stuffed the wad of money into his vest pocket and hightailed it out of the saloon. His work was done, and now he’d be off to his bed like the lazy sloth he truly was. A man who worked not at all but lived off other people’s “talents.”“I thank you, sir, for such a gracious offer,” Sofia whispered, the words not laced with her usual syrupy sweetness. Isaac heard her breathlessness and inched closer, putting one arm around her waist.Hollis nodded, then glanced upward. “Shall we go upstairs?”White heat scorched her sex. Her nipples pebbled. “By all means.”As she followed Hollis’s thickly muscled body up the short flight of wooden stairs, Sofia’s heart galloped out of control. Certainly a man like him would know his way around a woman’s body as well as he knew how to rope a stallion.
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