Today on MuseTracks, we are honored to host lady-about-town, western historical and erotic author, Annabelle Weston. She’s here to talk about what makes a hot western hero. Ooh…we like hot western heroes! And check out her sizzling Desert Heat series covers. Handle with care!
Take it away, Ms. Weston.
There is just something about a cowboy that gets me all hot and bothered! Since I write in multiple genres, there are specific things that need to go into making a hot western hero and I thought I’d share them with you today and of course a steamy excerpt from my new release, Scandalous Woman (Book Two in the Desert Heat series) 🙂
~A Stetson hat of course. What is a cowboy without his hat (okay, he’s another hot hero…)
~Pants that hug him in all the right places.
~Manners—a western hero always has manners, even when he’s laying into someone.
~Concern for the heroine. He might not agree with her, but he’s always going to be concerned for her welfare. I’ll add in respect too.
~Control. He’s in control even when he’s not.
~He can ride a horse with ease, grace and utter sexiness.
~He knows how to take the breath from the heroine just from looking at her.
~He’ll let her think she’s getting her way, even when he’s getting exactly what he wants.
~A steady, sensual gaze that makes a heroine shiver.
~Muscles—a well sculpted body.
~The drawl… oh the drawl…
Here’s a little bit of a steamy excerpt for you from Book Two in the Desert Heat series, Scandalous Woman… Jed is the new sheriff in town and he’s messing with Carly’s business—and her addiction to a certain “medicine.” But I have a feeling he’s the drug she really needs.
“Who do you think you are, Jed Poole?”
Jed straightened, his chair coming down hard. He was half afraid she’d whip out her little four-barrel derringer and shoot him. He flicked the last of his cheroot into the sand and stood. Something had put a burr under her collar and damn if he wasn’t about to get an earful.
“Something I can do for you?” he asked. He touched two fingers to the brim of his hat.
The light from the lantern inside the jailhouse shone in her eyes. He saw a gathering storm but also a flicker of pride. It was unexpected and something he would never discourage.
“You’re an interfering son of a bitch, Jed Poole.”
An old-timer and his wife passed by. The old coot tipped his hat but his wife kept facing straight ahead.
“Perhaps you’d like to say what you’ve come to say inside?” Jed asked. He nodded at the door of the jailhouse. He didn’t give a damn who saw them together but he didn’t want Carly’s grievance getting around town. No doubt his prisoners would be asleep by now.
She strutted through the open door. Jed pushed his hat back on his head and followed. As he closed the door, she rounded on him.
“The Lonesome is all I have, the only thing that has truly belonged to me.” She spat her words. “I have five women and an elderly barkeep who depend on me. I sure as hell won’t let them down.”
Jed took off his hat and tossed it on his desk. He wasn’t quite sure what had set her off but he didn’t let on that he was aggravated she meant to give him a dressing-down he didn’t deserve. In his experience, a woman under a full head of steam needed to say her piece without interruption.
She huffed, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He ached to stroke her milky mounds, heft their weight, taste their heat.
“I intend to run my business without any interference. Of any kind.”
He stood his ground, waiting for her to come to the point.
“You had no cause to tell Ester to keep my medicine from me.”
“That’s not medicine,” he said.
She raised a fist and glared. Thankfully, she lowered her hand and looked away.
She seemed to have finished, run out of spite or just plain exhausted, he didn’t rightly know. Whatever the case may be, he couldn’t resist her. His mind went blank. All he could focus on were her heaving breasts, the lacy black corset, the scarlet plumpness of her lips and the promises she’d given him earlier in the day.
He took a step forward, closing the space between them. Heat simmered from her body, fanning out over his flesh. No use fighting the attraction. She entranced him. When she turned back to him, her eyes blazed, lips were pursed, her fiery temper at the boiling point. He lifted her chin and their mouths were inches apart.
She moved out of his reach, playing hard to get, he reckoned, but he snaked his hand around her tiny waist and hauled her up against him. Her breasts crushed to his chest. His hard, aching cock pressed to the hot inviting softness of her sex. He crushed her lips with his, swiping his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted of whiskey and sweet heaven.
ABOUT THE BOOK…
Scandalous Woman, Book two in the Desert Heat trilogy.
Carly Buchanan knows who and what she is. She’s the owner of the Lonesome Saloon, a bawdy place in the harsh West where any man can have his darkest desires fulfilled-for a price. But life at a saloon isn’t easy. After hearing too much one night, Carly is caught in the middle of a deadly dispute. Now no-accounts are shooting up the streets, good men are dying and no one will do a thing about it.
Until he comes to town . . .
Sheriff Jeddah Poole is lethally serious about cleaning up Tucson. But he can’t stop thinking of Carly’s bright eyes and passionate nature . . . or the way her lush curves feel pressed beneath him as he takes her again and again and again. In a town on the brink, caught in a divine passion they can’t escape, Jed and Carly have only each other to rely on. And only their love can help them survive.
Scandalous Woman (Book Two) BUY LINKS (available in ebook): Amazon / Barnes and Noble / Ellora’s Cave
Wicked Woman (Book One) BUY LINKS (available in ebook and print): Amazon ebook Amazon print / Barnes and Noble / Ellora’s Cave
Notorious Woman (Book Three) releasing this fall…