BLURB –
After more than a decade of separation, can
Nate Hamilton really put aside his hurt and learn to forgive the woman who
destroyed his life then help her to find her heart’s desire in
Deadwood?
Deadwood, 1878, Nate Hamilton and his former sweetheart Evelyn Campbell
meet up after more than a decade of separation.
When the widowed Evelyn discovers that her tuition post has fallen
through, she is left destitute and concerned about how she will provide for her
son, until Nate offers her a way to earn some money – and a way to exact his
perfect revenge for her betrayal – he will pay her to be his own private
whore.
The combination of past hurts, secrets and rekindled passion causes
fireworks in and out of the bedroom!
Excerpt:
“Mr Hamilton?” He pulled a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and wiped his hands. “Mr Hamilton?”
He glanced at her and motioned for her to
cover herself. He looked dazed, confused and even ashamed.
“So now we know, eh?” He tucked his waning
erection into his trousers and buttoned them up. “You do
remember how good it was between us.”
“Yes, Nate,” she whispered and she reached
out towards him, her heart beginning to open as the memories flooded in. Tears
stung her eyes and blurred her vision. She wanted to feel safe again, that the
future held some promise of happiness. She wanted, no needed, to fall into his
arms and to be held against his chest, to be loved until the sun set and she
knew that he would never let her go. When he rose and moved towards her she
opened her arms, expecting to feel his strong hug enveloping her, his face
pressed against her hair, his renewed erection rock hard against her groin.
Instead, there was a draught as he walked past her and stood at the door.
“Our time is up.” His voice was low, soft,
dangerous. “Get dressed. I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow.”
The door banged against the frame as he
pulled it behind him and Evelyn stood alone.
Walking down the wooden staircase and into
the bar of the Gem, Nate combed a hand through his hair then pressed his hat
onto his head. He needed a drink.
“What’ll it be, Mr Hamilton?” Dan Doherty
stood behind the bar polishing a glass.
“Whisky.” Nate took the glass and swigged,
savouring the sting as it flooded through his mouth and down his throat. Though
he didn’t drink much, he could understand why some men did. Sometimes life was
so darned hard a man needed to drown it out and escape the pain.
“Another?”
Nate nodded.
“So how was she?” Dan pushed his hat back
on his head and leaned over the bar, exposing yellow teeth in a crooked grin.
Nate glared at him. “What?”
“That Mrs Campbell. She look as good with
‘er clothes off?”
Nate balled his fists at his sides and
ground his teeth together but his reply was controlled and assured. “Mind your
business, Doherty. I’m paying for the use of that room and what goes on in
there is none of your business. Al promised me discretion and you a beating if
you fail to keep your flapper shut.”
Dan shrugged then turned to a rowdy group
of men who’d just come in, muttering as he did so, “Ye get the mitten then did
ye, Mr Big Bug.” Then he hawked and spat on the floor, missing the spittoon.
Nate rested his elbows on the bar, moving his empty glass between his hands.
When Doherty moved to refill it he put his hand over the top and shook his
head. It wouldn’t do to get drunk—he couldn’t afford to lose control right
then. Who knew what he’d do with Evelyn around and his mind in turmoil. Sober,
he could just about cope but inebriated he might well surrender to the ache in
his heart.
He turned his head to the side as one of
the newcomers stood a bit too close and his sour sweat stung Nate’s nostrils.
Goddamn these miners stank.
“So you guys here for the show or the
pussy?” Dan questioned the miners as he filled their glasses.
“I was hopin’ to enjoy the show then get
meself a bit o’ that fine pussy out back,” a recently arrived Irish immigrant
replied.
“Well you’re in the right place fellas,”
Dan slammed the whisky bottle down on the bar. “Now where are them damned
whores?”
Nate watched as Doherty walked away,
hollering female names. As if by magic, half- naked young women began to appear
around the bar, their clothes soiled and torn, their sullen faces heavily
painted. They plastered on smiles as they approached the men and wrapped
themselves around them, acting as if they’d found their future husbands and
wanted to give them a wedding night preview. It turned his stomach to see the
men pawing at breasts and thighs and treating the women like prize cuts of
meat. He plonked his money on the bar next to the glass then walked out into
the hot and dusty Deadwood evening, shaking his head at the sorry state of
affairs that was the Gem Saloon.
BIO –
I have always been an avid reader and writer of stories. I love getting lost in a novel and often regret finishing one as the characters are usually missed like old friends.
I indulge my insatiable hunger for romance and passion in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists and having published one and with another in submission, I’m about to begin the next one!
I adore spending time with my family, taking long walks (although I’m still waiting for the rescue greyhound to accompany me), skiing, cooking my own secret recipe curries, drinking Earl Grey (in copious amounts) and discovering delicious wines.
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Imogene
Hey there Imogene!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for inviting me into your blog! It's a great place to be! I hope that your readers enjoy the excerpt - it's a tense scene as it comes hot on the heels of a very sexy scene indeed! Well, Nate and Evelyn have been apart for a decade. ;-)
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Molly xxx