WesternWind, Book Eight.
His fellow Reapers have always wondered about Phelan. Was he what he seemed or was he simply a man who enjoyed keeping his teammates guessing? Did his desires run to the ladies or did he crave different pleasures, stronger hands, harder bodies?
Gunman Fontabeau Sorn has a secret. Working undercover for the Triune Goddess, he wasn’t looking for a mate. When Phelan walked out of the general store, Sorn’s hormones began to heat, his body harden, and Beau made up his mind the handsome young Reaper would be his. Convincing Phelan was another matter.
Lucy is a Madame and right proud of her ability to turn a man inside out with her luscious body. One look at Phelan and that was all it took for her to decide he was the one for whom she’d been created.
Three hearts. Three bodies. But only two of the three will find their passions igniting into a raging inferno while the third will be left with a mouth tasting of ashes. Which one will it be?
Reader Advisory: Novel contains notation of m/m sensuality.
Steampunk
