I love to read romance novels. Why? Because they are always fantasy. Even if it is a contemporary romance the guy looks like a model and the heroine gets multiple orgasms when they make love. So I guess, as a romance writer, I always include an element of fantasy in my stories. True day-to-day life is rather boring. However, in my newest M/M release Bitten by Snake Oil I include actual fantasy elements. Heh. That’s new ground for me. Bitten by Snake Oil is the retelling of the Grimm Fairy Tale “The Old Man Made Young Again” and, well, magic just had to be involved.
Who doesn’t like a little magic? I actually enjoyed including fantasy in my historical romance that I plan to do it again. For someone who likes to preserve the purity of historical fiction and cringed at Lincoln Vampire Hunter this is a big step for me!
Bitten by Snake Oil was fun to write. It is a part of the Beyond Fairytales series and I’m happy to say I’m a fantasy convert.
Since the death of his wife four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When sexy medicine-show man Peter Saint comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but receives vivid erotic dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.
Jed’s uses all his strength and energy to fight the attraction in a town where the local preacher’s hellfire and damnation sermons promise repercussions if he dares to act on them. Can Peter Saint’s potions offer a solution and free the blacksmith to live and love as he wishes and not as his closed-minded neighbors demand?
Recalling my dream earlier in the day, I decided to repeat the same thing I had said before the last dose. “I do not want to dream about Mr. Saint taking my cock in his mouth.”
I swallowed the lemony elixir and then reclined on the mattress. Don’t think about Peter Saint. Giving myself that order seemed to do more harm than good because, immediately, the sharp-dressed medicine-show man was all I could think of.
I groaned, picturing him naked in the bed beside me. I rolled onto my side and faced the wall, in my mind turning away from Mr. Saint’s body. I resisted sleep, and my limbs remained rigid.
Church in the morning. Martha might not wake me up if she thought I was coming down with something, but the old woman looked forward to listening to the sermon every Sunday. If I didn’t go, then she wouldn’t be able to attend. It would be selfish of me to keep her away just because I was worried Reverend Barlow might preach something that, again, pertained to my secret sinful life.
My chest rose and fell as I let out a long sigh. I sank deeper into the mattress, and my white-knuckle grip on alertness slipped.
Slowly, I succumbed to slumber.
“Are you mad at me, Blacksmith?”
I rolled over and blinked. Mr. Saint sat next to me on the bed, not wearing a stitch of clothing.
My gaze dropped to his growing cock. I caught myself and forced my attention back to his face.
“Why would I be mad at you?” My voice wavered. I didn’t know what he expected me to say and felt somehow this was a test…maybe even a trap.
Mr. Saint scooted closer to me, and his hand trailed down my bare arm, igniting sparks under my skin. “You didn’t seem too friendly with me earlier.”
My stomach tightened. How friendly did he want me to be? Considering he was sitting on my bed, naked, I was guessing very friendly.
“Sorry, Peter,” I mumbled. I should order him to put his clothes back on and leave my room immediately, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I could gaze at his angelic form all night long.
Disgusted with myself, I rolled back onto my side and again faced the wall. Maybe he would get the hint and leave. I bit my lip and held my breath.
“You can make it up to me,” he whispered in my ear.
His hand traveled down my back and over the curve of my ass. He stopped, his palm firmly planted on my right cheek. “Let me inside you.”
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
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