a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a contemporary erotic romance with
cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
The closer he stepped toward the beauty the prettier she became. And when he finally stood in front of her, well she was a downright looker. A small manicured hand extended in his direction.
“Hello, I’m Bristol Ashcombe. Here for a vacation.” She articulated every word, dramatized every sound. Basically, announced her arrival, as if she were royalty, or better yet, Queen Elizabeth.
He glimpsed her light blue colored eyes, which were mind-blowing gorgeous, then he looked out toward the brown and red mountain sides with dark green bunches of foliage blanketing the property, then back at her. “Hi Bristol, I’m Damon.”
“Well, Damon, do you think you could give me a hand with my bags? I mean you’re the bellman, right?”
He raised an eyebrow.
The closer he stepped toward the beauty the prettier she became. And when he finally stood in front of her, well she was a downright looker. A small manicured hand extended in his direction.
“Hello, I’m Bristol Ashcombe. Here for a vacation.” She articulated every word, dramatized every sound. Basically, announced her arrival, as if she were royalty, or better yet, Queen Elizabeth.
He glimpsed her light blue colored eyes, which were mind-blowing gorgeous, then he looked out toward the brown and red mountain sides with dark green bunches of foliage blanketing the property, then back at her. “Hi Bristol, I’m Damon.”
“Well, Damon, do you think you could give me a hand with my bags? I mean you’re the bellman, right?”
He raised an eyebrow.
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