My latest literary effort will be out as one of ten Rebel Ink Press new release titles on September 17th. It's another historical romance, one set in the 1930's, out in western Oklahoma. Here's the blurb:
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And here's an excerpt:
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Life’s
never easy for a good-hearted man who decides crime is the answer to his
troubles.
No rain
in the summer of 1933 is bad news for Oklahoma farmer Henry Mink. The local
banker wants the mortgage on the farm paid and unless Henry comes up with the
dough, his widowed mother and four young siblings won’t have a home. Jobs are scarce so he decides to rob a
bank. His sweetheart, school teacher
Mamie Logan, doesn’t like the idea and neither does Henry’s kid brother Eddie
but Henry’s out of options.
He
leaves home and robs a bank at nearby Ponca City. When he returns home, he pays
off the mortgage but new troubles show up. Mamie is his greatest joy and they
become engaged but by fall, Henry has no options left but to rob another
bank. If he can pull off one another big
job, he figures he’ll be set until the hard times are over but few things in
life go as planned. His desperate
efforts will either secure his future or destroy it forever.
If
Henry’s family survives and Mamie’s love endures, he’ll need a miracle.
And here's an excerpt:
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| Photo courtesy of my own family photos and my late grandmother |
“I
am,” she said. “Henry, will you kiss
me?”
Some
of the shadows her question brought receded and he smiled. “Honey, you don’t
even have to ask.”
Henry
swung his legs around to the front of the bench and in one swooping motion put
her across his lap. His left arm
supported her back and shoulders and her feet dangled off his right side. He brushed curls away from her face and
kissed her, his mouth latched onto hers hungry with need. Mamie fed his want with her own, her mouth
offering up sweetness and heat. His
mouth stirred her desires, new and bright feelings until she craved more. Henry turned on a power within and her body
resonated with it. As he kissed her with
thoroughness, she forgot her surroundings, the time and place. Nothing existed in those delicious moments
but his mouth against hers, his body so near.
Her senses brimmed full with his masculine scent and the warmth of his
flesh.
His
hand strayed to her bosom and his fingers worked loose her buttons until his
hand caressed her breast and fondled her nipple. It hardened at his touch, so sensitive Mamie
yearned for more with a painful ache.
Beneath her, his cock stirred to life and stiffened. She stroked it through his pants and it
writhed like a snake. She softened and
became wet, prepared. She took hold of
his hand and directed it beneath her dress so he’d touch her soft, bare
skin. As his fingers glided up her
thigh, he gasped.
“You’re
not wearing anything under your dress.”
Mamie
laughed. “No, I’m not.”
Henry’s
breathing increased. “Well, why not?”
“It’s
too hot for underpants,” she said. “Besides, I was hoping.”
His
hand reached her crotch and caressed the tight curls nestled there. He stroked the tender folds of her passage,
his touch a soft whisper across her skin and yet an invitation. “Didn’t anybody ever tell you to be careful
what you wish for?” Henry whispered. “’Cause you might get it.”
“I
want it,” Mamie said, surprised at her own boldness. She’d been almost a prude at sixteen, afraid
to let anyone, even Henry, kiss her mouth or touch her body. He’d won her trust and they’d spooned often
enough she got over any fear or notion they did wrong. Since they made love, however, she transformed
into a wanton woman. Mamie craved
intimacy for the delightful physical pleasure, but also because the connection
strengthened their love. “Don’t you?”
“God,
yes,” he grunted. Henry shifted position
and put her on the bench. Mamie hiked
up her dress and spread her thighs wide.
At some point he’d shed his overalls and beneath them, his dick stood up
prouder than a rooster. He struck like
lightning, hot and fast, piercing her body with a single stroke. She cried out and he withdrew, coming back
in even quicker and filled her emptiness with himself. He wiggled just enough to send her head
reeling and senses spinning. Exquisite
spasms rocked her body and she tightened her vagina to share the pleasure. He made a sound like whimpering and came, his
power pouring into her with wicked, wild force.
Mamie held him tight against her as they rode the tide together. Their first time, they’d taken things slow
and sweet, savoring each little ripple and thrill. This time, everything moved with blinding
speed and they shared a brief pocket of sensual pleasure. Sweating, sated, and breathing hard, they
clung to each other for a few treasured moments before Henry slid off her to
retrieve his discarded overalls. He
slipped them back on and hooked them over the shirt he’d never removed.
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