I’m sharing some snippets today from one of my Eclipse, Texas western erotic romance stories, Wolf’s Tender. Why do we love a hero out of the Old West? Meet Charlie Wolf McCallister, bounty hunter and unrepentant savage.
Charlie Wolf released her hand, walking away without word or glance, stripping off his shirt to drop it on the floor of the barn.
Automatically, testimony to her years of picking up after others, Naomi stooped and retrieved the shirt.The handkerchief around his neck dropped next, and as she bent to pick it up, she saw that he’d stopped by the horse trough at the end of the aisle.
“Like I said outside,” she paused speaking, to watch him unfasten his gun belt and lay it on the bale of straw. Then he untied the leather thong holding his knife to his thigh and laid that weapon next to his gun.
“I need to hire you.” Naomi was so focused on the bronze hand scratching the bare skin on his chest it was difficult to remember her purpose in following him to the barn.
He turned his gaze toward her as if he just remembered she was there and said, “I’m planning on being naked as the day I was born and in that tub of water in two minutes whether you get out of here or not.”