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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Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00H6CN5D4
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