Trouble In Disguise, my next Eclipse Heat erotic western romance from Ellora’s Cave. Hoping for an early summer release. 🙂
Bounty hunter Deacon McCallister is tracking a counterfeiter when he visits the Pleasure Dome, an infamous brothel in Fort Worth’s Hell’s Half Acre. But what he finds is TROUBLE–dressed in a man’s ruffled shirt and nothing else.
Though bounty hunter, Miracle Beauregard spends a lot of time dreaming about her rival, she never expects to act upon her longings. But when the outlaw trail she’s following leads to the Pleasure Dome and the big, red-headed McCallister, she trades buckskins for bare skin and visits Deacon’s room with undercover work on her mind.
Mini Excerpt: (unofficial)
Deacon studied the girl who entered his room. Usually the paid companions were decked out in transparent costumes that left nothing to the imagination.
This woman wore a ruffled white linen shirt buttoned from tail to neck. It revealed little above but what he could see below made his breath catch in his throat. His gaze trailed from her bare feet upward over defined calves and strong knees, stalling where the shirttail brushed the top of her thighs.
She smoothed her hands down her front as if trying to make the material cover more of her. The gesture only served to mold the fabric to her plump breasts marking the white shirt with dents from the stiff peaks of her taut nipples.
Glancing down at her chest, unexpectedly she chuckled, the husky sound making its way straight to Deacon’s groin. He forgot about his mission and ended all thoughts of spending the night alone.
Matter-of-factly she raised her arms to divide the thick mane hanging down her back. When she pulled two thick strands over her shoulders, her shirt pulled taut displaying puckered nubs. He wanted her.
“I need to clean up,” he said abruptly. She gestured at the tub in the middle of the floor. He shook his head. “Shave first, then bathe.”
He scrubbed his hands and then made short work of lathering his face. He didn’t want to get dirty prints on the white material when he removed it. Excitement rippled through him. “Open 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 her long tapered fingers unfastened the tiny pearl buttons from the bottom of the shirt to the middle before she stopped. The sight of her callused 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 remaining closed plackets 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.
Marking the wet spot he’d left in the middle of the shirt, one button remained closed, keeping the two sides from falling open. Lust roared through him.
“No, you do sloppy work.” He rinsed the razor in the bowl and flicked the excess water from it before slicing through the threads holding the last pearl in place. “You missed one.”