This is a hot happily ever after, fictional, historical romantic western. Where a Native American Indian; a man of his age, finds love with an English-speaking rose.
Filled with some very tantalising hot sex and a strong dominant man. It’s a sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love in the American West of the 1880’s. It holds temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment dealing with the struggles of their time. Often dealing with harsh realities. And through it all, a story of hope in the most desperate of times. Love blossoms, 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 American language and words and slang from both languages.
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The gunfire in the distance was something they'd come to expect when hunting. The English at war. Most Nation tried to stay out of it, but many were dragged in. Persuaded to join the ranks and scout. In his opinion it was a mistake, the so-called 'rewards' were not worth it. It was no job for a Nation warrior. But many considered otherwise and it was their choice to make. He did not blame them. Each man was human and made his own peace with it.
But in his opinion, it brought as many problems as it did relief. He understood that many that joined the English didn't have much of a choice. Their threats were real. It was one of the reasons he travelled alone. Made his own way. He did not want to be burdened by others. His immediate family now gone, he could make his own way.
The less he interacted with them the better.
From his vantage point above the valley he could see it all. Several wagons circled together, other white, other English firing on them. Riders in search of what they could kill and steal. It happened more with the English than with Nation. Steeling from their own kind.
There was little English law here.
The women taking up arms with their men, trying to fend off the riders. Two small bodies lay on the ground. Children. He sighed. Likely trying to run away into the brush. The mother nearby uncontrollable. More unnecessary death.
A young woman jumping down from her position in the wagon going to her a surprise, her braids flying as she lifted her rifle and fired. Taking down two of the riders she was calling to the woman trying to have her take cover. And then the mother was down too.
The young woman screamed, firing off her weapon, turning and firing again hitting two more before taking some cover. Surprisingly good she was vastly outnumbered her companions going down one by one.
He saw one opportunity to save her as she picked up another rifle and started firing. The riders were leaving her alone for easier pickings. Knowing they'd come back to her when the others were gone mob handed.
Kicking his horse on, he raced down the track without being seen.
And dove under the wagon coming up beside her. Her surprised face had her hesitating. He took the advantage. "These people are all dead. None will be allowed to survive. Anyone left in your wagon?" She shook her head, so brave in the face of such loss. "This is over, you understand? The riders have the advantage." Looking around at the fighting still going on he saw she could see it. They were slowly being overrun. "I cannot help them." Her anger rising she fired her rifle until it was empty.
Turning she reloaded both rifles gathering plenty of ammo. "Woman that will not help. You cannot hold them all off. When they are done there, they will come for you and make you pay."
"I can try!"
He shook his head and crawled out holding out his hand. "No. Not if you want to live..."
Genre: Romance
Filled with some very tantalising hot sex and a strong dominant man. It’s a sweeping saga of one woman’s struggle to live and love in the American West of the 1880’s. It holds temptations and passions. Conflicts and torment dealing with the struggles of their time. Often dealing with harsh realities. And through it all, a story of hope in the most desperate of times. Love blossoms, 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 American language and words and slang from both languages.
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The gunfire in the distance was something they'd come to expect when hunting. The English at war. Most Nation tried to stay out of it, but many were dragged in. Persuaded to join the ranks and scout. In his opinion it was a mistake, the so-called 'rewards' were not worth it. It was no job for a Nation warrior. But many considered otherwise and it was their choice to make. He did not blame them. Each man was human and made his own peace with it.
But in his opinion, it brought as many problems as it did relief. He understood that many that joined the English didn't have much of a choice. Their threats were real. It was one of the reasons he travelled alone. Made his own way. He did not want to be burdened by others. His immediate family now gone, he could make his own way.
The less he interacted with them the better.
From his vantage point above the valley he could see it all. Several wagons circled together, other white, other English firing on them. Riders in search of what they could kill and steal. It happened more with the English than with Nation. Steeling from their own kind.
There was little English law here.
The women taking up arms with their men, trying to fend off the riders. Two small bodies lay on the ground. Children. He sighed. Likely trying to run away into the brush. The mother nearby uncontrollable. More unnecessary death.
A young woman jumping down from her position in the wagon going to her a surprise, her braids flying as she lifted her rifle and fired. Taking down two of the riders she was calling to the woman trying to have her take cover. And then the mother was down too.
The young woman screamed, firing off her weapon, turning and firing again hitting two more before taking some cover. Surprisingly good she was vastly outnumbered her companions going down one by one.
He saw one opportunity to save her as she picked up another rifle and started firing. The riders were leaving her alone for easier pickings. Knowing they'd come back to her when the others were gone mob handed.
Kicking his horse on, he raced down the track without being seen.
And dove under the wagon coming up beside her. Her surprised face had her hesitating. He took the advantage. "These people are all dead. None will be allowed to survive. Anyone left in your wagon?" She shook her head, so brave in the face of such loss. "This is over, you understand? The riders have the advantage." Looking around at the fighting still going on he saw she could see it. They were slowly being overrun. "I cannot help them." Her anger rising she fired her rifle until it was empty.
Turning she reloaded both rifles gathering plenty of ammo. "Woman that will not help. You cannot hold them all off. When they are done there, they will come for you and make you pay."
"I can try!"
He shook his head and crawled out holding out his hand. "No. Not if you want to live..."
Genre: Romance