This is a HOT, seriously HOT HEA, fictional, historical romantic western. Set in the 1880s American West, a Native American Indian and a young girl making her way in that new world.
Not for the faint-hearted, filled with some very tantalizing hot sex and a strong dominant male. A sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love. Temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment. To raise your own passions and bring them alive.
If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English, with Americanisms and slang from both languages.
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This is a Happily Ever After Hot Romantic Fictional Historical Western Saga. In the Western Romantics Series.
A Native American Indian & American young woman romance, set in the 1890's. This series is filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females who know their own mind. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears.
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She gave instructions to move the horses further down keeping them together. Her eyes drawn to movement coming out of the trees, automatically lifting her weapon, the male looked at her, half naked he staggered holding his side, blood flowing, he was injured. Feeling no fear, which was a little strange, she lowered her rifle as he staggered forward and collapsed. Nodding to two of her own men they rode over fast, quickly dismounting turning him. “Native Indian,” Roald told her. “Been shot.” She could hear wild gunfire now and horses in the distance. Her instincts telling her this man was being pursued and shot. “Can he be carried to the wagon?” “Yes.” “Get him in it, if we have visitors no one has seen him. Treat his wounds” With a nod both men picked him up. Taking him quickly towards the wagon, lifting him into the back both men staying there, securing the covering in place from any prying eyes. Riding to her other men she quickly updated them and just in time, around a dozen men come riding into the paddock fast. Giving a nod to her men her rifle still cocked. They did the same. Facing off with this larger group of men. The wagon continuing to move away. More of her men coming to her back. The group pulled up about 15 feet away. “Who's in charge here?” A large gruff man in the front demanded. They had the look of rough riders. No home or law. She ignored the question. “You're all trespassing leave.” He stared at her along with all her men. If he chose, it would be a fight. “Whose land is this?” he asked. “Mine. And like I said you're trespassing.” “Legal?” “Very. And you're still trespassing.”
He rubbed his chin, giving the impression of not bothered but she wasn’t buying it. Looking at the rifle in her hands and those of her men. “Can you use that girlie?” She coldly stared at him. He gave another nod and looked around again. “We have more weapons than you do and I have more men.” “That won't make the slightest bit of difference on the outcome here.” She told him meaning it. “I'm looking for a man, a savage. He's shot so can't get far. You missing any horses?” “No idea. And won't until we do a headcount.” “Seen the Indian?” “Where did you last see him?” “The other side of that forest.” She shrugged. “Not my land can't help you.” “We don't want to cause any trouble.” “Good.
This is a HOT, seriously HOT HEA, fictional, historical romantic western. Set in the 1880s American West, a Native American Indian and a young girl making her way in that new world.
Not for the faint-hearted, filled with some very tantalizing hot sex and a strong dominant male. A sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love. Temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment. To raise your own passions and bring them alive.
If you’re looking for something to tempt your days and nights, you just found it. Enjoy!
Written mainly in British English, with Americanisms and slang from both languages.
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This is a Happily Ever After Hot Romantic Fictional Historical Western Saga. In the Western Romantics Series.
A Native American Indian & American young woman romance, set in the 1890's. This series is filled with hot sex, strong dominant men and sexy females who know their own mind. It’s gritty, confrontational and steam will be coming out of your ears.
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She gave instructions to move the horses further down keeping them together. Her eyes drawn to movement coming out of the trees, automatically lifting her weapon, the male looked at her, half naked he staggered holding his side, blood flowing, he was injured. Feeling no fear, which was a little strange, she lowered her rifle as he staggered forward and collapsed. Nodding to two of her own men they rode over fast, quickly dismounting turning him. “Native Indian,” Roald told her. “Been shot.” She could hear wild gunfire now and horses in the distance. Her instincts telling her this man was being pursued and shot. “Can he be carried to the wagon?” “Yes.” “Get him in it, if we have visitors no one has seen him. Treat his wounds” With a nod both men picked him up. Taking him quickly towards the wagon, lifting him into the back both men staying there, securing the covering in place from any prying eyes. Riding to her other men she quickly updated them and just in time, around a dozen men come riding into the paddock fast. Giving a nod to her men her rifle still cocked. They did the same. Facing off with this larger group of men. The wagon continuing to move away. More of her men coming to her back. The group pulled up about 15 feet away. “Who's in charge here?” A large gruff man in the front demanded. They had the look of rough riders. No home or law. She ignored the question. “You're all trespassing leave.” He stared at her along with all her men. If he chose, it would be a fight. “Whose land is this?” he asked. “Mine. And like I said you're trespassing.” “Legal?” “Very. And you're still trespassing.”
He rubbed his chin, giving the impression of not bothered but she wasn’t buying it. Looking at the rifle in her hands and those of her men. “Can you use that girlie?” She coldly stared at him. He gave another nod and looked around again. “We have more weapons than you do and I have more men.” “That won't make the slightest bit of difference on the outcome here.” She told him meaning it. “I'm looking for a man, a savage. He's shot so can't get far. You missing any horses?” “No idea. And won't until we do a headcount.” “Seen the Indian?” “Where did you last see him?” “The other side of that forest.” She shrugged. “Not my land can't help you.” “We don't want to cause any trouble.” “Good.