If you thought Cassie Edwards'
covers of improbable love in the Old West were the peak that western romance could aspire to you were sadly wrong.
"No, no!," cried Lone Arrow. "Not the nipples! Anything but the nipples!"
But Esmeralda could not control herself; she had to touch the nipples of this magnificent stranger, feel his sinuous skin, and toy with his flesh. It was forbidden, she knew, but those round, manly discs, the pride of his gleaming chest, called to her and claimed her wandering fingers.
Lone Arrow, leader of some tribe who would surely be horrified by this whole thing, felt his resolve weaken as his manhood awakened... [Further excerpts available upon application to the author.] ( Glorious, glorious covers behind the cut. )
Previously in this series: Christian Romances
and Paranormal Romance