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Jane's here today with a serial - I like to call it when the West was HOT.
Check out her new romance, try not to drool too much, and please leave a comment to show your love. :)
WELCOME TO DUST
Book 1—with Eve Storm and Brandon Prosper
SMOKIN' HOT MINI TALES OF THE OLDE WEST
by Jane Leopold Quinn
Thank you, Tina, for hosting me today with the first part of my new serial, Smokin' Hot Mini Tales of the Olde West.
I wanted to try to write a serial, but where to start? So I just began making notes. In the past, I've had a lot of fun thinking up different locations as background for my stories. A lot of them have taken place in Chicago where I live. A few books take place in small towns in Iowa, one in ancient England, another in Paris. The locales for my historicals, a Medieval faery tale and a few westerns, are made up places.
So, how did the town of Dust and its denizens happen? The look of Dust is exactly what it sounds like -- desolate and dusty. Who would live in a place like that? Willingly live there? And why would one of the inhabitants build a fancy schmancy saloon in a town like that? I've watched enough western movies and TV shows to have no problem imagining an upscale saloon bar. Actually, Francine Michaels, the Emerald's owner, stars in Part 2 of the serial. And I have to laugh at myself coming up with a name like Sam Dash (the hero of Part 2).
But back to this story, Welcome to Dust. Eve Storm is the bartender. Raised in the East, she has a reason for coming west but also plans to eventually go home. The first scene begins in the Emerald Saloon. I could see it in my mind. It appeared to me like in a play with Eve wiping off the bar and lusting over Brandon Prosper. He has his own secrets, but Eve and that thick red hair and luscious figure is driving him crazy. Then Bran flirts with Eve and the story is on!
Welcome to Dust is the first of an erotic two-part serial and ends with a cliffhanger.
Dust, a town on the edge of nowhere, has a lot going on.
Eve Storm tends bar at the Emerald Saloon and yearns to increase her savings to go home back East. The fly in her ointment is the gorgeous cowboy who comes in all the time.
Brandon Prosper, federal marshal undercover as a simple cowboy, cannot stay away from Eve. She doesn't have a problem keeping away from him though and thwarts his attempts at seduction at every turn.
Dust, the Emerald Saloon, and its denizens are the centerpieces in this erotic historical western two-part serial about a down and out town, train robbers, female saloon owners and bartenders, and hunky lawmen. Welcome to Dust is just the beginning…
She gasped, her fingers flying to his hair, tunneling through, painfully twitching at the strands. He couldn't give a damn. She wasn't pushing his head away. That was all that mattered.
He clasped her knee through the slithery material of her gown, then slid his hand to her ankle, under her hem, and slowly—well, not so slowly—drew his fingers up the silk stockings to her garter. Flicking the lace, he roamed above to the soft skin of her thigh. And groaned again. He couldn't stop his fingers from stroking up until he reached the slit in her drawers.
Her body arrested, his fingers stopping their movement. "Bran?" All of a sudden she sounded terrified, like she couldn't breathe.
Just a little tickle, he thought. He slid through the slit to find the wetness he'd longed for. Drawing his fingers along her swollen lips, he smoothed and massaged them, circling her clit. She uttered a sharp cry and sank down on him.
Nudging down the other side of her bodice to free the other breast, he suckled the already stiffened nipple while exploring her pussy. So hot, so very wet, he could hear the sound of her juices. Her hips jerked at his touch, and she joined him with her groans, low and sustained. God's name, Bran's name, she repeated both, agonizingly husky.
She was soft and receptive and everything he wanted in a woman. Lifting his lips from her nipple, he whispered, "Evie," as he drove his forefinger inside her. "Fuck, you're so tight. Even on my finger, you're so…"
Panting, moaning, her sheath fluttered and squeezed, the muscles giving him a hint as to what she'd feel like surrounding his cock. Gathering her close in his arms, he continued stroking inside her, taking her lips in another deep and thorough kiss. Turned on their sides facing one another, she'd drawn her knees up to encase his arm between her legs. He used his tongue to mimic what he wished he could do with his cock. His fingers threaded through her hair, loosing the strands, and cradling her head, holding her steady for his mouth.
He couldn't believe he finally had the lovely Evie in his arms and that he'd soon be fucking her. And that she'd want him just as much.
Rolling her to her back, he pushed her skirts and petticoats up to her waist, and knelt between her splayed legs. His wet fingers slid over the tender skin of her thighs and up to that convenient slit in her drawers. Parting it, he separated her pussy lips with his thumbs. He fumbled with the buttons of his pants, urgently opening them to release his straining erection. Sliding his cock through her juices, he felt it was slippery enough to tease her opening, to push in, to enter her.
Buy link: http://amzn.com/B014BWWF7I
Stay tuned for THE EMERALD SALOON
(or Francine's Emerald -- I'm still working the title)
Book 2 with saloon owner Francine Michaels and Sheriff Sam Dash
SMOKIN' HOT MINI TALES OF THE OLDE WEST
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process—developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied—third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary—none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time—the best job in the universe! And I'm fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after husband.
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/1DfiXkP
The Emerald Saloon - Part 2- saloon owner Francine Michaels and Sheriff Sam Dash (coming)
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