#8Sunday–A taste of a Wild West Succubus


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Hi! I’m back from an extended absence.

My eight sentences for today come from my first western, Wild West Succubus. Meet the heroine, Priscilla, as she bathes–in her tub and in her memories:

Those hoarse pants and grunts he used to make, so different from the honey-voiced preacher I’d listen to each Sunday. I was supposed to be thinking about God’s love and his plan for me if I accepted his salvation, but instead I plotted when I’d next have the good preacher’s cock inside me.

I was a wicked, wicked woman then and I’ve not changed much since.  (<<–click link to tweet this) I’ve had decades to relive and remember the horrific consequences of my lustful actions. Just desserts? Probably.

Faster my fingers play upon my body. My frantic motions slosh bath water over the sides of the tub.

Wild West Succubus is coming sometime in August or September 2013 from Liquid Silver Books. No cover yet but I’ll be sure to post it as a really cool reveal when I do.

Here’s a DRAFT of the blurb I have so far:

A woman damned…


Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.


The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…


Priscilla doesn’t remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Yet his name is on her payroll and that’s her signature next to it. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast yet nobody notices but her?


Is she his target, his mission or his bait?


Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him…but she can’t stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?