Heaven Sent Sin
Heaven Sent Sin
Genre: Historical Western Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wilder Rose Press
Length: Rosette (7,500-12,000 words)
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In 1882, Eliza Walker earned money the only way she could, servicing the men of Johnson County, Wyoming…until Ben Dalton spent a night in her bed and made promises of a future. But he’s been gone three long months and her fear of abandonment weighs heavy on her heart. This time, when he returns, she’ll seduce him with her feminine wiles to get him to stay.
Ben made the effort to pull away, and Eliza clamped her arms around his shoulders, crushing his upper body to hers. A desperate attempt certainly, but one orgasm did not a proper tryst make. He’d never failed to satisfy her multiple times, and he’d never declined any kind of invitation her imagination could conjure. After these many months without his touch, surely he could see she needed him. Didn’t he need her, too?
His hands gripped her wrists, gently disentangling him from her. He gave her a smile but stepped out of her reach and through the back door.
“Ben.” She followed him, doubly hurt to see him pulling on his breeches.
“I’ll be back in town as soon as I’m able. The rains will let up. Travel won’t be as hard by the end of the month, I hope.” He buttoned his breeches and bent to retrieve her clothes. He offered them to her, his gaze expertly avoiding hers.
She snatched the material from him and set about dressing. She wasn’t careful as she stepped into the skirt. It didn’t matter how dirty the clothes became. She’d have to burn them. They’d be a constant memory of this night, and she never wanted to relive these moments again.
Ben stepped toward her, taking the liberty of fastening the top button of her bodice. “I do love you, Liza, and I plan to be the only man in your bed when I return.”
“And what if my bed is already occupied by someone else? What if you’ve been replaced?” She tilted her chin. He had to know what she was giving up with her devotion to him. He had to know she could—and might—accept a new lover at any time. If he didn’t stake his claim now, well, it was possible she’d marry the next eligible man who rode into town.
His arm snaked around her waist, and he tugged her closer, mashing his groin to the apex of her thighs. His growing arousal was undeniable and made her anger subside momentarily. Then he placed his mouth on her neck. His warm breath sent shivers to her core, just as it had when he greeted her in the kitchen. She’d take him between her thighs again, for as long and as often as possible. She couldn’t continue to deny it. He’d phrased it correctly.
Heaven sent sin.
She could not get enough.