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From Buckskins to Bare Skin…
By Gem Sivad
There are stacks of research and anecdotal information confirming that sin flourished in the Old West. An incredibly decadent place existed during the nineteenth century in Fort Worth, Texas. Gamblers, prostitutes, drug peddlers, gunfighters and murderers all walked the streets for the most part unchecked.
As unpalatable as sin was viewed by many Fort Worth citizens, it couldn’t be denied that immorality sold better than virtue and overall netted great profit. To accommodate business interests, the respectable populous gave the rougher elements their own area in Fort Worth. The place grew immensely popular and soon became known as Hells Half Acre, although the allotted space quickly expanded as business boomed.
The streets of Hell’s Half Acre are filled with more than tumbleweeds. We’re talking plot bunnies hopping everywhere! I’ve visited the Acre in three books so far and in my latest release, Deacon McCallister finds love when he follows a counterfeiter to a fancy bordello in Fort Worth. J
Blurb – Eclipse Heat
Since both his partners have married and retired from the hunt, Deacon McCallister is alone when he visits the Pleasure Dome, an infamous brothel in Fort Worth’s Hell’s Half Acre. He’s tracking a counterfeiter but what he finds is TROUBLE—dressed in a man’s ruffled shirt and nothing more.
Bounty hunter Miracle Beauregard pretends to be male, calls herself Beau and for years has fooled the general public concerning her gender. But underneath Miri’s disguise, beats a feminine heart in lust for Deacon McCallister. Though she spends a lot of time dreaming about her rival, she never expects to act upon her longings.
When Miri follows an outlaw to the fanciest whorehouse in Texas and crosses paths with her heart’s desire, she trades her buckskins for bare skin to play the part of Deacon’s paid companion.
Inside Scoop: Miri figures wrong when she thinks one taste of Deacon will be enough and quickly discovers her undercover lover has forever on his mind.
A Romantica®/Lawless erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Mini Excerpt: Trouble In Disguise
An Eclipse Heat Romantica®/Lawless erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Deacon scrubbed his hands and then made short work of lathering his face. He didn’t want to get dirty prints on the white ruffles when he removed her top. Excitement rippled through him. “Unbutton your shirt so I can look at you while I scrape off this beard.”
Absently he palmed the soap, rubbing it into lather while he surveyed her. The pale skin and light hair should have made her appear drab or dull but instead they served as a creamy landscape framing each vivid splash of color in her features.
Apricot blush tinted her cheeks as she obediently reached for the shirt plackets closest to the bottom. Long tapered fingers unfastened the lowest four buttons and stopped. The sight of her calloused palm and strong wrist startled him but he forgot about it when he glimpsed the soft nest of curls on her mound.
His glance traveled over the ruffles on the linen shirt past the full swell of unfettered breasts, up the elegant line of her neck. He paused and watched her use the tip of her pink tongue to wet ruby lips. His gaze continued upward until he stared into her eyes. He’d been wrong. They weren’t gray but dark silver, the color of pewter. Laugh lines crinkled at the corners as she lifted a brow inquiringly.
It had been a long time since Deacon had played. A growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest. Though his hands were covered in lather, he touched the ruffled shirt’s neck, ran his finger down the front placket and paused when her breasts swelled on either side of his fingers.
“To here,” he said, leaving a wet mark that clearly defined where she could stop. He resumed shaving, staring at the reflection of his jaw in the mirror instead of at her. Deacon concentrated on keeping his hand from trembling as he scraped away dark whiskers.
“Want me to use that on you?” She gestured at the straight razor, stepping closer to him so he could see her reflection.
The button marking the wet spot he’d left in the middle of the shirt kept it from falling open. Lust roared through him.
“No, you do sloppy work.” He rinsed the razor in the bowl of water, flicking the excess water from it before slicing through the threads holding the last button in place. “You missed one.”
About the Author
Gem Sivad is a bestselling, award winning author, writing about historical times that simmer with passion. Within her Eclipse Heat series, she has three bounty hunters named McCallister. All find love when they’re on the hunt. In Five Card Stud—Sam McCallister gambles with the wrong woman and loses his heart in a poker game. Charlie Wolf McCallister trades lust for love when he meets Miss Naomi Parker in Wolf’s Tender. And Deacon McCallister finds love in an unexpected place when he visits the Pleasure Dome in Trouble in Disguise.
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