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Role Reversal (His Dark Master #1) by @ShilohSaddler #MM #romance #historical

In the South before and after the Civil War, there were a select number of professions open to men of color. Most toiled in the fields or did other types of manual labor everything from carpentry to loading and unloading steamboats. If a man didn’t want to break his back working he could be a butler, a couch driver, waiter etc. There was a great need for servants.

But what about business ambitions?

Being a barber was one of the most acceptable businesses. Cutting hair and shaving also constituted serving others, but it gave men much more freedom. It was something they could do to go into business for themselves.

In Role Reversal I tell the story of Andrew. In ten years he goes from slave to wealthy businessman owning several barbershops in New Orleans. He was one of the lucky few. Except all his money couldn’t fill the loneliness in his heart.


Role Reversal Other SitesblurbBefore the War Between the States, Andrew had deep feelings for Robert, but he couldn’t express his desires to his young master. When the family fled Atlanta, he ran away to obtain his freedom. Ten years later, Andrew is not only free but the wealthy owner of several barbershops in New Orleans. Only one thing is lacking from his life: a long-term lover. When a customer tells him the whorehouse hired a new male prostitute he hopes visiting him could ease his loneliness. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine the new whore to be Robert.

The war turned Robert’s life upside down. Without slaves to work his plantation, his father sold Robert to a brothel. Trained in the art of submission, Robert hates his life as a whore, but he doesn’t see a way out. Heartache hits him when he thinks about his past and happy memories of Andrew. The man deserted him when they were children, just like everyone he cared for had over the years.

When his former love interest reappears in his life can he get over the man’s betrayal and embrace the future?

Content Warning: This book contains historical style BDSM


excerptAfter a half an hour, Robert entered the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Instantly Andrew turned rock hard. “Please put the robe back on,” he said, the words paining him. If you don’t then I’ll take you right now. I won’t be able to help myself.

Robert quickly obliged, and Andrew breathed easier. He motioned for the white man to come to him. Before he could scramble up and join him on the bed, Andrew stood. “Now it is my turn to take care of you.”

The submissive’s eyes widened.

Andrew did not say any more, wanting to keep the man guessing. He led him down the hall and into his office where he did his accounting and paperwork. In the far corner of the room sat a barber chair.

He ran his fingers across Robert’s face noting the light fuzz. “I will shave you,” he said, smiling. “I do know my business.”

“Yes, Sir. If it pleases you,” Robert said, sitting down.

Returning next door to the bathing chamber, Andrew warmed a towel in the sink and then placed it over Robert’s face. He sharpened on the strop and then a moment later removed the towel and began to slather his face with shaving soap.

Andrew carefully shaved his pretty face, knowing he’d not forgive himself if he nicked him. “You have beautiful skin,” he said, washing off the last of the soap.

“Thank you, Sir,” Robert said in a small voice, blushing.

Clearly the man was not used to compliments. What a shame. He deserved someone to take care of him, see to all his needs, and shower him with love.

After he’d finished shaving Robert, he took him by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. Once they got inside, he closed the door wanting the upmost privacy. Standing in front of him, he untied Robert’s robe; gently separating the two sides as he looked down at the submissive’s flawless body. A light blush crept down his skin from his head to toes.

Amused, Andrew gazed into his eyes and offered a playful smile. “Surely you’re used to being naked.”

“Y-yes just not in front of you.”

Andrew chuckled and ran his hands down the smooth planes of Robert’s chest. “I guess seeing each other without clothes as children didn’t count.”

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authorbioShiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time Shilohmachine 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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Featuring: Bitten by Snake Oil by @ShilohSaddler (Beyond Fairytales) #eroticromance #fantasy #gay #historical

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.


SS_BeyondFairtales_BittenbySnakeOil_1333x2000blurbSince 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?

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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.”


authorbioShiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a timeShiloh 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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Guest Post: @ShilohSaddler – Private Pleasure #menage #historicalromance #erotic



Hi Houston, it’s great to be on your site again. I’m excited to share my newest release Private Pleasure with your viewers today.

After reading a lot of stories set in Ancient Rome I decided to finally write my own. It just took me a whole year to finish it. Private Pleasure was a test in determination. Some days I wanted to never look at it again, but I am glad I persevered. Readers are commenting on how surprisingly emotionally rich it is as well as being erotic.

Private Pleasure is my first ménage. It is a smoking hot historical romance set in Ancient Rome. In Ancient Rome sexual pleasure was often indulged. If a man didn’t want to take a wife yet he could shower favors on a concubine. Throughout much of the ancient roman era it was perfectly acceptable for a powerful, wealthy man to take a wife and share his bed with other women at the same time. A man could hire whores, bed his servants, and legally have a wife without any censure. However, due to Christian influences, it became illegal for a man to have a concubine and a wife at the same time. Although debauchery continued it was frowned upon.

It is during this Christian influenced era that Private Pleasure is set because that just adds to the tension.


I hope you enjoy the excerpt from Private Pleasure.

Felix couldn’t believe his soon-to-be-wife had asked him to purchase Naomi. He’d intended to buy the beautiful servant as a present for Livia anyway. It did not matter the element of surprise was ruined. She appreciated the gift just the same.

Maybe even more so, he thought recalling her words. If there is anything I can do to repay you for this favor please let me know. I am in your debt.

Felix paced his large bedchamber, marching like the trained soldier he was.

He was certain most of the men wishing to marry Livia had failed to notice the brief smile she’d shared with Naomi at her birthday celebration. Most slaves had been schooled to keep an impassive expression; still a quick break in decorum was far from unheard of. And it was Livia’s birthday after all. It could have meant nothing. However, after Livia’s request it could also mean a great deal.

He glanced at the empty bed. Normally on a night like this he’d pay a woman to warm his bed or even send for one of his female slaves. Not tonight. His cock begged for attention and all it would receive would be the caress of his own hand. In Livia’s honor he’d sworn off other women so he could savor their wedding night as much as his wife. It would be a hard promise to keep, and although she might never learn of his sacrifice, he intended to keep his word.

Felix stroked his short beard. He had quite a reputation for having a large sexual appetite. With Naomi moving to his domus he did not know if he could keep his hands off her for long. This momentary celibacy did not help with that. He groaned, not wanting to sully his worship of the golden haired Livia.

He left his bedchamber and walked out onto the veranda. The weather was unseasonably warm for May. The lack of a breeze did not help to ease his inner fire. Ever since he was a young boy he’d been ruled by his ambition. His father said if he hadn’t been fortunate to be born into a patrician family he still would have found a way into the elite.

His father was the only person who knew just how high his aspirations went. Many nights he’d lie in bed imagining what it would be like to rule the Roman Empire. The foolish fantasies of a youth, most likely. He sighed and left the veranda to stroll through his garden. He needed to stretch his legs and think. Think and dream like he’d done as a boy. With to the rigors of army life and monotony of politics he hadn’t indulged in his fantasies in a while. Likely his father had figured he’d forgotten them, grown up and left them behind.

That was not true. Now, thinking about the possibilities Livia and Naomi represented had him dreaming again. If he was emperor the impropriety of taking a concubine while married would not matter. Past emperors had been known to take many women into their bed besides their wife.

It would be hard to restrain his desires for both women. He did not wish to dishonor his family with scandal. No, he wouldn’t openly court scandal unless it appeared on his doorstep. If it did, then how could he turn it away?



A member of the Roman elite, Livia, shares a secret Sapphic relationship with her slave that’s threatened when her father forces her to marry a powerful senator. But after her new husband introduces her to the pleasures of sex with men, she finds her attraction torn. Is it the senator she wants in her bed, or her slave?

Sensuous Naomi has been a devoted slave and lover to Livia for many years, but she too, feels a desire for the senator that’s too powerful to stop. When he discovers their secret, he offers Naomi a choice – marry another slave, or live as a threesome. Naomi jumps at the chance to lie in the senator’s arms, even if only for one night.

Felix’s political ambition knows no bounds, nor his appetite for women. But when a critical mission results in his capture, it’s only getting back to his two lovers he desires, no matter what the diplomatic fallout. Little does he know the risks he’s taken in his bed and in the field have not gone unnoticed by the emperor, but will he be rewarded or reprimanded for his actions?

Warning: this is ancient history on the erotic romance side. This novella contains two women lusting after each other and a powerful man determined to have them both.

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Author Bio and Links:Shiloh Saddler

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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Guest Post: @ShilohSaddler – Country Crush


 Getting Back in the Saddle


First I’d like to thank Houston for letting me turn her blog country. I’m here to talk about cowboys and broken hearts. I think every country music song has at least one of those two. Professional Team Roper Blake Bonner is no stranger to either.


Being dumped is always hard. There really is never a right time to end a relationship. However some times are better than others. Blake Bonner’s boyfriend left him while he was recovering in the hospital after a car accident. Now that’s cold. Blake recovered but was left with a paralyzed leg. His boyfriend wanted a “whole” man. This made Blake feel worthless and weak and he doubted he’d ever find love again.

What man would want to be topped by a cripple?

Blake Bonner’s “get ‘er done attitude” seemed to apply to every aspect of his life except for dating… While he rode a horse as soon as he could after getting out of the hospital getting back in the other saddle was a lot more difficult. He proved to himself and to the other cowboys on the rodeo circuit that having a paralyzed leg didn’t hold him back. In fact, he became a national team roping champion after his accident.

Finally tired of being lonely he joined GayMeetUp.com and arranged a one night stand with Cowboy66. Would the anonymous user accept him or would his disability ruin their lust filled evening? And could a one night stand possibly lead to something more?


Country singer Will Conrad is afraid coming out will tank his career. Being a celebrity makes it difficult to pick up a man and keep things secret. A gay one night stand online dating site is his salvation. While he is performing in Las Vegas he agrees to meet the real cowboy with whom he has been corresponding.

A car accident left championship team roper Blake Bonner with a paralyzed leg and a wounded heart. Now fully recovered, he is ready for a relationship, but will his blind date want to be topped by a cripple and will he treat him like a whole man?

When Blake finds out his date is Will Conrad he can’t believe it. He’s been his country crush since he hit the country music scene. But when the paparazzi catch them together will their burgeoning relationship be able to brave the media storm?


“He is expecting you,” she said, and then disappeared around the corner without another word.

Heart hammering his rib cage, Blake rubbed his sweaty palms on the sides of his jeans. There was nothing to be nervous about. It wasn’t like his national title was on the line—just his pride. The young woman hadn’t said his date was waiting for him, but he could tell by the look in her eyes and her knowing smile he was. Finally he was going to meet the man he’d been emailing and texting and calling for months. His middle squeezed.

Accepting his disability online was one thing, in person it was a totally different matter. There were still days when Blake woke up and cussed out his useless leg. Here goes nothing.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door wider and found himself face-to-face with Will Conrad.

Blake’s mouth dropped open, but no words came. There had to be some mistake. Maybe everyone with a backstage pass got to meet Mr. Conrad.

The country music singer’s gaze swept over him, and he stuck out his chest, his nipples stiffening under the scrutiny. Blake instantly felt the heat between them. Conrad’s eyes held appreciation, lust, and steamy sensuality with a hint of submissive. Dear God, his celebrity crush was gay.

Conrad’s gaze swept lower and Blake’s cock hardened all the way. Conrad eyed the bulge and licked his lips. After a second, his head snapped up and he met his eyes, offering his hand. “Name’s Will Conrad.” A playful grin spread across his face. “Of course, by the twinge of shock in your eyes I think you knew that.”

Blake gave his hand a firm shake. “You’re Cowboy66?” he choked out.


Conrad walked past him and shut the door. “I saw you sitting in the front row. You looked like just how you described.”

Blake’s cheeks burned. “Complete with crutches,” he muttered.

Conrad laughed. “You look all man to me.”

Blake’s blush spread down his neck. “Thank you, Mr. Conrad.”

“Call me Will.” He pressed his hand against Blake’s chest. “After tonight we’ll know each other intimately.”

A lump formed in Blake’s throat and had difficulty swallowing or finding words.

“Uh, and I’m Blake.”

Will pushed Blake’s hat back farther on his head. Their lips were close and for a moment Blake’s pulse skidded. Was he going to kiss him?

“I get ogled by women all the time,” Will said, “but I seldom get such a heated gaze from a man.”

Will stepped back, breaking contact with him.

Damn the man was a tease. The way his cock throbbed he didn’t need much foreplay to be ready.

“I gravitated to your side of the stage just so I could get a better look at you.”

“I thought…oh.”

“Your dark brown eyes roaming my body made me hot all over. I’m glad I was under the stage lights to hide my fever. The way you looked at me, Blake, I really liked it.”


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About the Author:Shiloh

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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Thank you for stopping by today Shiloh. You book sounds hot. And that cover..phew,smokin hot ~ Elaine