Monday, September 28, 2015

Smokin' Hot Tales #romance #oldewest

Jane's back today to tell us about her smokin' hot tales of romance in the Olde West.
These look like sinfully wicked fun.
Check them out, and be sure to leave a comment to show your love. :)
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Smokin' Hot Mini Tales of the Olde West
by Jane Leopold Quinn
Available here - http://amzn.com/B015L78GWK

A two part short story serial in one volume:
Welcome to Dust
Francie's Emerald
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…
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Francie's Emerald is the conclusion of this short, sexy serial about two couples who find love in Dust, the town that looks exactly like its name.
Francine Michaels' most precious possession is the Emerald Saloon. She worked long and hard to make it the most glamorous, beautiful place in the west—even though the town of Dust might be the worst place in the west. Damn! If the railroad had only built through Dust… Well, she'd still make the Emerald a success.
Sheriff Sam Dash loves Francie with all his heart. He has high hopes that someday she'll love him back. As soon as she grows to trust him.
Eve Storm is kidnapped again, and Sam and Francie join Brandon Prosper and a posse to rescue her.
Here's a hotter than hot excerpt from Francie's Emerald
"God, Sam, you're so hot!" Francie tightened her hand around his cock. Smooth skin over a rod as hard as iron track laid by the fucking railroad. She lowered her head, taking his large red-flushed penis into her mouth.
"Jesus, baby. Yes!"
Stroking the length of him with her tongue, she licked and sucked, loving Sam's groans and hip thrusts. Her saliva dribbled down to his root making it easier to slide her palm up to meet her lips. He was much too long to entirely fit in her mouth and so wide her fingers couldn't touch all the way around.
His hands cupped her head, sliding through her hair, guiding her, urging her up and down—now whispering, now murmuring love words—murmuring encouragement. All she wanted to do was please him. He pleased her in so many ways, and she loved him for it.
Increasing suction, she gave him her whole heart. Some grunting from Sam and soon his hot salty seed flooded her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could.
"Oh damn. That's good. I love you, baby."
Gliding her mouth off his cock, she brushed a knuckle over her lips to catch an errant drop, leaned her cheek against his flat belly, and pressed tender kisses on him. With gentle hands, he dragged her up along his body to lie right on top of him. She loved the feel of his hot, hard skin through the silk of the chemise she still wore. He apparently did too. He rubbed firm fingers up and down her back until she felt his big palms cover her bottom.
"You feel great, Francie. Your skin is so soft." He squeezed.
She squirmed against him.
"Stop that! I'm spent."
"Mm. I'm glad," she replied. A bit disappointed because he was a virile sexual man usually, but he'd had a rough couple of days what with rescuing Eve from certain gang rape by Rogers and his henchmen. He deserved what she'd just done to him. All of a sudden, she found herself flat on her back with a glorious hunk of six and a half feet of maleness braced on his elbows above her. She was tall enough as it was, but he towered over her.
"You're glad I'm spent? You think we're done?" His grin was pure devilment, his eyes sparkling with fire.
Smokin' Hot Mini Tales of the Olde West
by Jane Leopold Quinn
Available here - http://amzn.com/B015L78GWK
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality
Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/1DfiXkP
About Jane
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.
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