It’s Hard Lovin’, 16th century Ireland or modern Texas

Did you ever hear a song that just stuck right in your brain and never let go? More years ago than I want to post here I heard Tommy Makem and The Clancy Brothers sing The Whistling Gypsy (also known as The Gypsy rover). It’s been decades and I still can’t get the song out of my head. So what’s a writer to do? Why, I put it in a story.

It’s an old Irish air that I moved into modern day Texas. I’m posting the lyrics here so you can see what the genesis of the story is.

The gypsy rover came over the hill

Down through the valley so shady

He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

She left her father’s castle gate

Left her own fond lover, left her servants

And her estate

To follow the gypsy rover

Her father saddled his fastest steed

Searched these valleys all over

Seeking his daughter at great speed

And the whistlin’ gypsy rover

At last he came to a castle gate

Along the river Claydee

And there was music and there was wine

For the gypsy and his lady

“He is no gypsy, my father”, she said

But Lord of these lands all over

And I will stay till my dying day

With the whistlin’ gypsy rover

Ah dee du, ah dee du da day

Ah dee du, ah dee day dee

He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang

Till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang

And he won the heart of a lady

The gypsy rover came over the hill

Down through the valley so shady

Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can’t get enough each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they’re back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?


Erin woke to the grey light of dawn filtering in through the blinds at the windows, the color of the sky before the first rays of sunlight painted it. She blinked her eyes twice, not sure at first where she was. The room was totally unfamiliar. Had she somehow woken up in an alternate universe?

Then she realized in quick order that a warm male body was spooned against her, a strong male arm was around her waist, and a very masculine leg was draped over hers. And it all came crashing back like a building imploding. The party. The noise. The crowd of people. The desperate need to escape. Smoky’s and the singer with the let-me-fuck-you voice.

And the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

Grady Sinclair.

Holy shit, what had she done?

She shifted slightly, wondering exactly what the morning after etiquette was in a situation like this. She’d never picked a guy up in a bar before. She’d gone home from a party with Cal but that was different. That had been more of her rebellion. And of course, look how well that had turned out.

She waited for the fear to sweep over her, the panic, the desperate need to escape, but all she felt was a throbbing in her pussy and an unbelievable need to feel this man inside her again.

So now what?

As if reading her thoughts Grady’s arm tightened around her and he pulled her close enough to him that she could feel his hard cock pressing against the crevice of her buttocks. For a moment she tensed, but when he shifted enough so his shaft rested against one cheek of her ass she relaxed again and let the heat bubble up inside her.

Without saying a word Grady moved one hand so it cupper her breast and the other to slide down her tummy to the curls covering her mound. His fingers drifted idly through it until he found the hot button of her clit and just like that lightening speared through her.  She clenched the muscles of her pussy against the sudden surge of need and a moan drifted from her mouth.

“Feel good, darlin?” he breathed in her ear. “Sure feels good to me. You’re already dripping wet.”

Erin wondered if she should be embarrassed at how quickly and easily she responded to him, but she felt so good she just couldn’t care.

Grady stroked her clit while a thumb and forefinger squeezed and tugged on a nipple, and twin sparks of pleasure ignited her nerve endings. Tug, tug, stroke, stroke, his arm holding her in place even as his hand probed her slit. She rocked her hips against his touch, silently urging him to rub faster and harder.

“That’s it, sugar. Ride my hand. Go on. Let me feel you.”

He nipped at the lobe of her ear as she pushed herself into his touch. The touch of his tongue licking a path along her neck was like a brush of flame dusting against her. She groaned in protest when he hooked one leg over hers and pulled it back so she was spread wide open. When she tried to squeeze her thighs together he tightened the pressure on her leg.

“Uh uh, little girl. Just like this.”

Rub, rub, rub. His fingers were doing wicked things to her cunt, stroking the lips, the clit, rimming the opening to her channel. Oh, god, she wanted him inside her. Needed to feel him there, with a desperation that threatened to consume her. But he was relentless, merciless, holding her open as he drove her to completion. She shuddered as the muscles of her pussy clenched on air and Grady squeezed her nipple and licked her skin.

HARD LOVIN’ releases May 19. Come to the Release Day party on Facebook where 24 authors help me celebrate with excerpts and prizes.

Here is where you can preorder it:

About desiree01holt

I'm an author of erotic romance, a lot of them with very hot cowboys.
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5 Responses to It’s Hard Lovin’, 16th century Ireland or modern Texas

  1. mjmgma says:

    This sounds good. Can’t wait to read it.

  2. carol L says:

    Another awesome read. Thanks for sharing the excerpt.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  3. Thank you, ladies. This was a special project of mine. If you have a chance, there is a release day Facebook Party on the 19th. 24 authors and lots of prizes.

  4. Clare O'Beara says:

    Thanks for the song.

  5. Michelle D says:

    Sounds like a really hot read! And, wow, what a fantastic collection of authors at the FB party!

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