Praire Passions

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All she wanted was a loving husband.

Prairie Passions

A Wild West Saga

 

Rose Anna Prescott wants a husband. In July of 1890, the young woman rides the stagecoach from her secluded home to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Her stated purpose is to participate in the celebrations welcoming the newest state in the Union. However, her true intention is to find a suitable husband among the available men in the wealthy metropolis.

Her list of criteria for a husband is lengthy – however, it does not initially include that he be a strict disciplinarian. Good fortune smiles down on her; she meets not one, but two eligible men. Cavalry Officer Captain Randall Wilson and an emissary from President Harrison, Jackson Wright, both compete for her hand. With two men vying to have her as his bride, Rose decides to introduce them both to her father and to show them the wonders of the new state of Wyoming.

During their adventures together, Randall and Jackson open her eyes to surprising experiences in love, and they both show her that she needs a husband who is willing and able to apply a firm hand to her bottom. Their spankings not only render control of her rebellious disposition, they also awaken her sexual desires.

Before she can decide whom to marry, a dark specter comes between them. This new man plays a winner-takes-all game.

Snippet:

Rose sipped from the cup he offered and more laughter escaped her lips. She tasted the alcohol mixed with the sweet, tart lemonade but did not expose his secret. After finishing their drinks, they resumed dancing. Mr Wright continued to twirl her slender frame around the dance floor, accompanied by the lilting music. The music flowed into her body, mixed with the intoxicating beverage, and consumed her. With a firm grip on her waist, the handsome man swung her around until she was dizzy.

At the conclusion of the second number, he pulled her close. With her breast pressed into his chest and straining against her stays, he looked down. First, his eyes were drawn to her exposed flesh, and then they focused on her eyes. Rose’s entire being sank into those eyes.

“Oh, my,” she said, “I think I must have some fresh air.”

He released her and guided her away from the dance floor. “I believe there is cake and ice cream in the basement. Perhaps it is also cooler down there.”

She nodded and he steadied her elbow as they descended the stairs.

Refreshed by the cool confections, they ascended the stairs to dance one last number before the band quit at midnight. In the dim, secluded stairwell, Jackson pulled her close. With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face. He brushed her startled lips with his own. This new, heady sensation amazed her in its sensuality. She had never been kissed romantically by any man before. Her contrasting feelings wavered between dazed and somewhat scandalized. Seeing that she did not recoil, he touched her cheek and stole a second taste of her lips. His gentlemanly yet masterful manner sent shockwaves through her system which could not be denied or ignored. The folds between her legs swelled with a new purpose. He smiled and released her.

“Mr Wright, you are—” Rose’s head swirled with the spontaneous grandeur of that moment and she felt herself go pink. She was caught unawares.

“In the presence of exceptional grace and beauty. Yes, I am,” he finished her sentence in his own way.

“Why, sir,” she brought her arms up to pull her breasts away from his chest, “I-I, ah, it is getting rather late and I really must be returning to my hotel.”

“Allow me to escort you, which hotel?”

“Er, the Inter-Coastal—”

“You mean the Inter-Ocean Hotel?”

“Ah, yes, but, really, sir, I can make my own way.” She scurried to get away from him while her conscious brain was still in control of her body.

About the Authors:

Savannah Rollins is a lover of fragrant, pretty flowers. The great outdoors is where she prefers to spend her time, when not working in her office. She enjoys long walks in warm sunshine, along with camping or grilling. She and her guy live near a beach with the beautiful ocean close by.

She adores all animals, by felines are her favorites. She loves music from each genre and decade and sings along with many artists while dancing – a good source of exercise. Good friends and fine cuisine make her heart sing with joy.

A love of reading comedy, romance, and mystery novels led Savannah to fiction writing.

Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his one life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing

 

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