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If you like warmth, live in Arizona like Dee Dawning does. If you like to read hot sexy stories born and raised in the sweltering summer heat of Arizona, check out his scribblings. Dee has been writing saucy romance stories and novels for twelve years. At this time he has over fifty titles available. Dee and his lovely wife currently reside in Phoenix Arizona, where he writes a novella every four-to-six months and a novel every nine to ten months.
What inspired you to write your book?
I started a Western Contemporary series called Menage Amour and always wanted try my hand at historical. I'm very proud of this book and I sometimes think it's my best. Eventually, I'd like to continue the story in California. Yes, thanks to Valerie Johnston, the Dugan Brothers survive certain death.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
Virginia City, Nevada, Rosie's Parlor House – November 19, 1864
The first time Valerie saw him, he took her breath away. Larger than life, he sauntered into Rosie's Parlor House—the common euphemism for elegant brothel—with his saddlebags draped over his shoulder and two younger sidekicks in tow.
The piano player paused at the man's entrance, apparently deciding it was a good time to take a break.
Big and strong, he threw the heavy bags on top of the bar. "Bartender," he bellowed, "I need a bottle, a bath, and the fanciest lady you have."
His gaze languidly circumnavigated the room, and she held her breath, her mind willing his selection. His fabulous azure eyes locked with hers, which caused her heart to race. When he yelled, "That one, she's mine," Valerie became light-headed.
The man grabbed the offered bottle and glass. "I need another one for the lady."
Cliff, the bartender, produced the requested glass, and the man threw a silver dollar on the bar. "Thanks. Set my companions up, too, would you?"
Cliff nodded and slid over to wait on them.
The man directed a devilish grin at her. Valerie's nipples swelled from the molten stare of his blue eyes and a perfect smile from faultless white teeth. After throwing the saddlebags back over his shoulder, he ambled, glasses and bottle in hand, toward her. She studied him. Unkempt, dark brown hair hung in mild, attractive curls from beneath his tan, weather-beaten hat. His jaw square, a narrow mustache rested between his hawkish nose and narrow lips set within an angular face. He was beautiful…and he'd picked her.
He stopped two feet from her. "What's your name?"
For an instant, she couldn't think of it. "Valerie."
"Can I call you Red?"
Regaining a modicum of control, she casually shrugged and smiled. "Everyone else does."
He smirked and dipped his head. "Good. I'm Duke, and I need a bath. Would you like to bathe with me, Red?"
Almost numb from his sensual aura, she nodded. "Sounds like fun."
A twangy voice drew their attention. "Duke, I'm going to be busy for a while."
For the first time, she got a good look at one of his companions. Young and handsome, he stood with an arm around Maude and the new half-breed girl.
Duke chortled. A small grin appeared on his face. "Two, huh? You think you can handle two?"
"Don't know yet. But I aim to try. Goin' to make up for lost time."
Laughing, Duke lavished her with an impish grin. "How about you? Could you handle two?"
Thinking he meant the other younger man, she looked him over. Boyishly handsome, he had long, sandy-colored hair and almost identical blue eyes. He was a couple inches shorter than Duke and had a warm, engaging smile. He couldn't have been much over twenty-one. She stared at Duke. "Him?"
Duke shook his head. "Nah, Cody don't need the help." He nodded toward the bar. "Cody's brother, Cory. He's shy, never been with a woman."
She glanced in the direction of his head hitch and saw the duplicate of Cody leaning against the bar, nursing a draft.
Duke laughed again. "Only kidding. Wanted to see how game you are. Another time maybe. Tonight, you're all mine."
His gaze shifted to Cody. "All right, Cody, but we have to be going in a couple hours. We have to get rooms at the hotel."
All of a sudden, Valerie felt emboldened. "You can stay in my room. No charge. And I'm sure Maude or…"
"Chana." Cody offered her name, an effusive smile on his lips.
Maude and Chana nodded, both mumbling affirmation.
She could feel lightning clear down in her toes when Duke took her hand. "Good, one of them can take Cory, too. Will you see to it, Cody?"
Cody nodded, turned, and walked off with his flesh-and-blood booty.
With Cody gone, Duke's smoldering eyes regained her attention.
"Why don't we sit down and have a drink first, pretty lady."
She flashed an effusive smile. "I'd like that."
He led her to the closest empty table and pulled a chair out. She sat, and he pushed it in, then he took a seat himself. "Is bourbon all right, or would you prefer something milder?"
She would have preferred something else, but she didn't want to trouble him. "Bourbon is fine."
He poured them both a drink. "I can tell from your accent you're a long way from home. Boston, isn't it?"
She nodded, hoping he wouldn't be too inquisitive.
"So how did you end up out here in wild and restless Virginia City?"
She scanned the ceiling as she pursed her lips in revulsion at the thought of what had brought her to this. "Benjamin, my husband of nine months, came out to make our fortune. He found what appeared to be a solid silver vein and filed a claim. He sent money back to Boston for me to join him, and when I arrived two months later, I was a widow."
Duke's brows rose above widening eyes. "What happened?"
Valerie shook her head at the waste of it all. "I was told Benjamin got in a fight over one of the girls right here and was shot right outside this parlor house. The girl involved described it to me but has since left. She said they brought him in here and laid him upon a table. Someone sent for a doctor, but by the time the he arrived, my husband had passed away." Using the side of her forefinger, she brushed a solitary budding tear away. "They claimed it was a fair fight, but the shooter skedaddled out of town and hasn't been seen since."
Reciting the events of her husband's death used to make her weep, but in the ensuing thirteen months, too much water had passed over the dam. Now, though she knew better, it almost seemed as if it had happened to someone else.
Was she becoming inured to this debauched life?
God, I hope not.
She took a small sip of the bourbon and scrunched her lips. It curled her tongue, and the small amount that made it that far burned her throat.
So he wouldn't notice her distaste, she continued. "I didn't realize it, but apparently the mine had started petering out. His letter telling me to stay in Boston and that he was coming home missed me. Somehow he found out I was en route and started drinking."
Duke swallowed the whole shot and poured himself another. "You were only together nine months? Aw, that's terrible. I wondered how you ended up here. You seem so out of place."
"I suppose I do seem out of place, having come from a life of privilege and ending up here, broke and friendless. The other things I tried didn't work out. Having run out of money and with no place to stay, becoming a courtesan was my desperate last choice."
She brushed another emerging tear away. "I may have lost my honor, but my pride is still intact. I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation until I can find a way out."
The man made her nervous. She tried another sip of the whiskey. It tasted awful but burned a little less. He may have noticed her discomfort. "Here, let me get you something a little more ladylike."
She shook her head. "No, please. I don't do well with mixed alcohols. If you were to get me some water, that would be fine."
He walked to the bar to retrieve a glass of water. She watched him return to her, a winsome smile on his handsome face. Coming or going, it didn't matter, Duke was gorgeous.
She deferred any more personal questions, as did he, but still they talked. Small talk mostly, for another hour or so. Although his education was limited, his mind was keen and his knowledge of the world and its affairs impressive. But his mind wasn't causing her so much physical distress. They rarely got customers of his attractiveness. The man's proximity instilled salacious thoughts within her, and she twisted and fidgeted around on her chair. She couldn't help herself. For once, she wouldn't dread doing her job. "I'm looking forward to bathing with you. Are you ready yet?"
The bathing room was on the first floor next to the kitchen. It was cold outside, so the water would also be cold. She asked their Chinese factotum, Yin Ma, to boil four large kettles of water while he poured double that amount into the oversized bathing tub. A nervous energy coursed through her at the thought of getting naked for this man and the enjoyment she just knew would follow.
She sighed when Duke slipped an arm around her waist and rested his hand at the transition from her back to derriere.
"I haven't had a bath in a month and that was in a cold stream. I want to be nice and clean for you."
She smiled at the idea. "I wish all the customers thought like that."
He moved a strand of her hair back where it belonged. "And I wish you had no other customers to worry about."
She tittered. "Wouldn't that be nice?"
Valerie studied his features as he studied hers. She couldn't quite grasp the look on his face. Was it admiration? No man had ever captured her imagination like him, not even Benjamin. "However, I do have to eat, and there isn't a hoot of honorable work for women to do here in the Wild West, except get married. Especially here in Virginia City."
His brow furrowed. He ran a rough hand tenderly down her cheek. "Mark my words. Somehow, I'll get you out of here."
Yin Ma came up to her. "Bath ready, Missy V."
She handed him two cents and patted his back. "Thank you."
As soon as he left, she locked both doors and, with her back turned to him, started to remove her clothes. With her side-lace-up shoes and low-cut, fluffy dress off, she turned and faced him, wearing only underthings. He hadn't removed a single item. Instead, he glared at her with that undisguised hungry look she'd seen from him earlier in the bar. She stood with anticipation while he strolled up and stopped inches before her.
She looked up. "Aren't you go—"
Before she knew what happened, succulent lips crushed against hers as his arms slipped around her back. Her heartbeat rushed when he pulled her in tight, and the large, rigid bulge in his trousers pressed into her navel right at the band of her pantalets. Her face and body felt warm, but not as warm as her heated pussy. She pictured his cock, and it excited her, no matter she'd seen scores. His tongue pried at the groove between her lips, forcing them apart, causing her to feel dizzy with need as it merged with hers.
That wasn't all she wanted merging, but she was getting ahead of herself. This man, after all, was paying fifty cents for the bath and her exorbitant rate of ten dollars for her favors. She pulled away and regained her breath. "Are you going to get undressed?"
Was that a blush she detected?
He looked contrite. "I'm sorry. I haven't known the pleasure of a woman since I left Missouri over a year ago."
She lifted her hand and grazed his bristly cheek. "Oh, you poor man. Well, I have the cure for that, but first you must get undressed, and so must I."
His long stare pleaded with her. "I will, but, please, may I?"
She didn't particularly enjoy sex with her customers, but she didn't mind disrobing in front of them and watching their hungry admiration. "Go ahead."
"With your dress and shoes off you seem much smaller. May I ask how tall you are?"
"I'm five-and-a-half-feet tall." She tilted her head and smiled inquisitively. "What about you?"
He reached up. Shaking fingers untied her corset. "Six feet, three inches. And you weigh?"
"I weigh a hundred twenty pounds. Would you prefer fuller-figured woman?"
He removed her corset, allowing her breasts to feel the fresh air. Her breasts were of average size, but she'd been told that, because of their shape, color, and disposition, they were particularly attractive to men. Duke gasped. Cool air assailed her nipples, hardening them while he set the corset on the chair. Duke tenderly, lovingly, cupped her breasts.
"Never! You are perfect the way you are. Your breasts are perfect. Your waist and ass are perfect, too."
She gasped when he bent down and wrapped his sweet lips around a swollen, jutting nipple. Instinctively, her hands lifted to his scalp, where her fingers tunneled through his head of fine, thick hair.
She reveled in the fact that this man, who had stirred her with a glance across the room, now sucked on her sensitive, light pink nub. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. Wetness collected inside her vagina, and some escaped, trickling down her thighs, tickling her as it went. Her heart beat so hard, she thought it might come through her chest. "Please, there'll be plenty of time for that."
She sighed as he pulled away from her breasts. Two thumbs slid between the waistband of her pantalets and her flesh. He nodded.
"Has anyone looked after your pleasure, even as you looked after theirs?"
What is he getting after? "Not that I recall."
"Then I shall." Stooping, he pushed the pantalets to the floor and kissed her furry mound. A thrill raced through her. Did his tongue touch my love bud? Oh, how she loved the sensations that shot through her. Some of the girls told how wonderful it felt when a customer performed oral stimulation on their vulva, but no one had yet tried it on her. He appeared to contemplate it, his fingers clawing through her red strands. She swallowed, knowing that the second his mouth touched her sensitive button, she'd shatter. His tongue edged out and over her pulsating bud, and she held her breath.
He did it. She almost swooned. He licked her bud, triggering an ache in her pussy for him. This was no clod of a john. This man could cause her to feel like a goddess. She stepped from the pantalets and, once again, roamed her fingers through his hair, guiding him. She stood, naked as a newborn, in front of this fully-dressed man, enjoying his wicked tongue on her long-neglected, tender nub.
"I wish I could bottle the bouquet of your sweet cunt and take it with me," he announced before urging her back until her thighs rested against the tub edge and bidding her to sit there. When she did, he spread her thighs and ran his fingers through her fire-red bush. Parting her nether lips with his fingers, he devoured the hollow between her soft folds. With his tongue, he aggressively engaged her love bud and probed her deep recess with two fingers.
Wishing his mouth to have even greater contact with her little bud, she reached down, grabbed the back of Duke's head, and pulled him deeper into her overheating, moist pussy. She felt as if it slow cooked at medium temperature on an iron stove. He kept turning up the heat until she boiled over and blew off the lid.
A strong wave of tingly sensations pulsed through her, spreading over her entire body. She went crazy, jerking and whipping out of control, scratching his shoulders while squeezing his head in a gentle lock from her thighs. She rocked back and forth so hard it seemed a wonder he did not receive a neck injury. "Oh, yes! That's it! Baby, oh, yeah. Oh, God. I'm comi–i–i–ng." She screamed so loud that she knew everyone in the kitchen and perhaps all of Rosie's Parlor House must have heard her.
The corners of his lips curled into a smile. He raised his head, and she latched onto it. Wrapping her arms around his neck and bending over him, she wept into his hair. His hands roamed her body, trying to soothe her.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?"
Her answer was a combination of blubbering and speaking. "That's the first tremor of ecstasy I've had since I've become a fallen woman. Since my husband was killed."
He stared at her. Could that be a tear in his eye?
"You didn't fall, Red. You were pushed." He rose and swept her into his arms, depositing her into the tub. Hurriedly, he undressed. "I'll be in there with you afore you know it."
First went his shirt, then an undershirt, revealing the muscled, well-toned physique of a worker. After throwing the shirts on the floor and removing his boots and socks, he unbuckled and dragged his gray trousers to the floor, leaving on a solitary garment, a pair of long underwear, in place.
She'd regained her emotions and started to find the undressing of this fabulous-looking fellow amusing, especially when she noticed the tip of his manly pride peeking out from the restraints of the underwear. She giggled as he tried to push it back. Realizing he'd been about to take the long, winter drawers off anyway, he shrugged and shoved them down enough for her to see it all. His cock was longer and thicker than her average customer but not abnormally large. Still, he was larger than those to which she had become accustomed.
When Duke climbed in, she admired everything about him and looked forward to having sex with him.
He leaned back beside her and placed his right arm over her shoulder, his hand draping down to her breast. He gently squeezed her nipple between a finger and thumb, causing a sweet anticipation to course through her.
She heard him sigh after inhaling deeply. "This is the life—relaxing in the tub with a beautiful woman."
Contentedly, she raked her red fingernails through the plentiful brown hair on his chest. "You think I'm beautiful?"
His face turned, lips near her ear, his warm, whiskey-scented breath warming her neck. "Oh, yes. Certainly you know it."
Despite her efforts to resist, her untrustworthy lips formed into a smile. "I thought maybe I was, but wasn't sure. The riffraff that come through here think so, but they think all the women are beautiful, even those of questionable comeliness. And though some men think my red hair affords me special abilities of carnal passion, others don't respond to my hair and skin coloring."
"I do. Your alabaster skin, your pointed, freckled nose and chest, your pink nipples, which are so light they barely stand out and your exquisite sea green eyes. I love it all. Most of all I love your long, fiery mane. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Valerie gazed at him, and he stared at her. She moved her fingers from his chest to his neck, wrapped them around it, and pulled his lips to hers. Although she never kissed customers, Duke was no ordinary patron. Their lips clashed, his covering hers. His tongue darted forth, seeking comfort within her mouth. She parted her lips, welcoming him inside, her moan of delight becoming lost in his kiss. She reached for his smooth cock, and, as she grasped it, his mouth jerked away. He stiffened upright and gasped. She stroked him, and his mouth returned to hers with an urgency that had been missing seconds earlier. His tongue entered her mouth once more, whipsawing about, seemingly keeping time with her fisted strokes.
His hand crept between her thighs. Spasms of pleasure rippled through her as his thick fingers entered her dark tunnel. Suddenly, she had not the patience to wait for her bed. With him still in her hand, she rolled to her left and straddled him. She stared down at his beautiful face and saw lustful longing etched in his lovely blue eyes. Holding his staff upright, she raised her womanly recess above it. With his crown teasing the rim of her pussy, he wrapped his large, coarse hands softly around her breasts and kneaded them, his thumbs flicking the jutting, pink, flesh-colored nipples.
"Your breasts are like those of a lovely goddess—so fine, so beautiful!"
She closed her eyes so she could fully concentrate on the sensations that his fingers ushered forth.
He gasped as she lowered herself upon him, but paused. She rose up and lowered herself two more times, increasing penetration each time. His cock slowly sank into the recesses of her pussy, enlarging her, taking the breath from her lungs as his thick girth stretched and filled her. Finally, every inch of Duke's shaft was in her. It pleased her to know she could accept the girth of this man as if it was a sign, and maybe it was. She moved forward and back and side to side a little, rubbing her clit against his pubic area.
"That's it, baby," he purred, and she shuddered from head to toe.
He buried his face between her breasts and sucked on each nipple. She stiffened with blissfulness that coursed through her, a sensation she hadn't felt since her husband left Boston almost two years ago. With her forearms on his shoulders and her hands clasped together over his back, she began to move up and down. The vibration of his moan tickling her nipple added to her erotic adventure. Soon Duke's moans became groans of lust.
Every nerve in her body was excited, prepared for an exquisite, climatic finish. Then she felt convulsions from her partner. The fingers of his hands, one around her back and one on her ass, dug into her soft flesh, sweet pain augmenting the expanding sensations.
Teeth clamped lightly down upon her nipple. He convulsed and jerked involuntarily, while pushing his cock as deep as possible by pushing her hips downward. His mouth pulled away, and a loud groan of felicity ushered forth. Although less noisy than she had, thank the Lord.
These actions initiated in her a second eruption of orgasmic bliss. She gasped, panting, as her joy slammed through her. Radiance manifested behind her eyes as pure ecstasy raced through her, causing her to scream out her gratification. Valerie couldn't hold it in. She shrieked her beatitude as the erotic sensations crested in her womb.
After regaining her composure, she rolled off him and kissed him gently. "That was very nice, Mr. …"
"Dugan, Garrold Dugan, but everyone calls me Duke."
She shook his hand. "It's been a pleasure doing pleasure with you, Mr. Dugan." She laughed at her corny joke, and so did he.
"How long have you been an…adventuress?"
She giggled demurely. "Don't want to say strumpet, huh? I'll tell you, but if we don't get out of this tub, we'll turn into prunes. Would you like to see my room now?"