Monday, December 29, 2014

Spotlight on Shiloh Saddler and BITTEN BY SNAKE OIL







I like to write historical romance, M/M historical romance to be exact. Cowboys are hot! But you know other guys who are hot? Blacksmiths. Just picturing a big muscular man bent over the forge all hot and sweaty gets me excited. In my newest release Bitten by Snake Oil the story is told from the point of view of Jed Riker the blacksmith in the small town of Tumbleweed, Kansas.

Of course, he doesn’t understand why he is attracted to other men and the hellfire and brimstone preacher has put the fear of God in him. He is determined to change his ways if only he knew how. When a sexy medicine show man comes to town he could either be the key to his salvation or to his downfall. 




Blurb:
Since the death of his wife four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When sexy medicine-show man Peter Saint comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but receives vivid erotic dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.

Jed’s uses all his strength and energy to fight the attraction in a town where the local preacher’s hellfire and damnation sermons promise repercussions if he dares to act on them. Can Peter Saint’s potions offer a solution and free the blacksmith to live and love as he wishes and not as his closed-minded neighbors demand?


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Excerpt:
Reverend Barlow’s voice echoed in the quiet room as he preached about the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah, railed about how the immoral would pay and spend eternity in the fiery pits of Hell.
Blood rushed from my face, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Not this sermon again. It seemed the passage was one of the reverend’s favorites. Each time I heard it, I grew even more uncomfortable with my secret desires. My toes curled in my boots, and I prayed no one would notice my odd behavior. I drew a deep breath and looked at my mother-in-law out of the corner of my eye. She did not look concerned, attentive to the reverend’s every word.

I did not want to spend eternity in the fiery pits of Hell. I had to repent. I had to change my ways. My heart thrashed wildly, but did not beat loud enough to drown out the reverend as he read verses from the Bible.

If I didn’t have to help Martha home, I would have begged sudden illness and left. As it was, bile burned a slow path up my throat and into my mouth. I swallowed, the ball of saliva doing little to ease my discomfort. While the reverend liked to put the fear of God into his parishioners, he seemed to scare me the most. He must know something. How?

It didn’t matter. I fully expected Reverend Barlow to call me out, to be publicly ridiculed and ostracized.

If I didn’t have to help Martha home, I would have begged sudden illness and left. As it was, bile burned a slow path up my throat and into my mouth. I swallowed, the ball of saliva doing little to ease my discomfort. While the reverend liked to put the fear of God into his parishioners, he seemed to scare me the most. He must know something. How?




 
About the Author:
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.



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