Horse by Tilly Greene
historical western erotic romance
Book 1 in The Bloody Bucket Series
While living in Ireland farming peat, Jack Murphy knew there was no way he’d follow the time honored tradition for second sons to dedicate themselves to the church. He liked women too much, so with the blessing of his parents, he left for a new life in America. New York City held his attention for a couple years but he grew tired of the violent side of life he took on and boarded a train south and west to Cowler Texas. His first night in town he finds himself sitting at a poker table with the saloon in the pot. No way did he think he’d win, but if he did, well, it was worth a chance.
After gaining the name Horse, two gun fights and a sexy woman wearing spectacles collide, he finds the life he always wanted.
Excerpt [rated R]
A random movement over his opponent’s shoulder caught his eye and he looked.
Someone raced by the doorway again, and this time he caught a few details. He saw a tiny woman with brown hair, wearing light blue. She didn’t pause in the doorway, but kept running back and forth. Sometimes she carried a bundle and other times she’d have nothing. Drink muddled his brain enough so Jack doubted whether there was actually a woman or not. Over the hours he’d sat in the saloon he believed he’d seen all the ladies. This particular one wasn’t familiar because she had dark hair.
The wee sight of freshness in a pool of painted ladies immediately appealed to his libido. Strumpets had a job to do and he partook of their expertise when he had the money, except he wasn’t looking to spend more time with them than he had to. A morsel of sweetness would be like a breath of fresh air.
As he watched the woman dash back and forth without catching many details, his cock hardened for the first time all night.
“Lordy me, feels like the horny paddy has the cock of a horse in his trousers. Let’s take a look,” the doxy in his lap screeched with laughter. She reached down and started to unfasten his trousers, but he covered her hands to make her stop. Silently, he watched as the beautiful flower poked her head in the doorway and Jack got his first look at her.
What a surprise. From the distance he could see she wore a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and they were slipping down her nose. Her dress was hitched up and he noticed a pair of worn black boots a young boy would normally wear. In what looked like a well-practiced move, she tied over a faded yellow kerchief over her hair. For a second, seeing her hair covered in such a way reminded him of home.
Unable to stop looking, he smiled and set the woman from his lap on her feet. It was wrong to be attracted to and flirt with one lady while another rolled around his erection with her bosom in his face.
“Let’s go, you fucking bastard. Let’s get this done. I want poke to Sara and get some sleep.” It seemed the man he played against hadn’t liked the comparison of Jack’s penis to one of a horse. Laughing to himself, he had to assume the man didn’t measure up and wanted to move away from the finding. Good, the man was flustered. He had one final verbal jab to make before he agreed to play.
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Tilly Greene was born into the easy folds of a sleepy beach town and embraces the laid back mind-set she grew up with. Life took a turn one day while sitting in the back of the school bus with her friends where she was introduced to the joys of romance novels and has never looked back. Now, every day she looks forward to writing about women who are independent and confident, the men who love them, and their twisting passionate path to each other.
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