The Spitfire and Her Four Gunslingers

Professional Reviews

5 DRAGONS: "This was almost like an old fashioned western romance, but with hot, demanding sex at every turn. The men...were sexy, handsome and had a way with Mike that would just send butterflies into my stomach...the pages practically turn themselves in this incredibly hot western that will keep you reading until the last page, and you will be wanting your own private gunslinger. If you enjoy westerns with strong men who take your breath away, then you will certainly enjoy this book." -- Judy King, Veiled Secrets Reviews

4.5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Ms. Conrad has give us the most delightful character in Mike! The title The Spitfire and Her Four Gunslingers fits this book perfectly. Mike is a character that any woman could agree with and wish she had the internal fortitude to pull off. Mike has moxie and isn’t afraid to stand up to anybody whether she’s fighting off the local bully or giving the dangerous gunslingers...between Cayo, Flash, Midnight and Cheyenne, I couldn’t decide who was the sexiest. All four of them are yummy and unique in their own way...their relationship with Mike and how they interact between each other gave this story additional depth. But if I had to decide, I think I’d take all of them. The plot of this story is fast paced, and I won’t deny I shed a few tears along the away. Ms. Conrad has created a powerful story full of lust, romance and adventure. I found myself rooting for Mike and her guys to find a happily ever after despite the obstacles the clever Ms. Conrad placed in their path. I’d recommend this book to any fan of westerns and erotica. Kudos, Ms. Conrad, for a well written and absolutely yummy book!" -- Dakota, Dark Diva Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

An immediate chill ran down her back when she saw the dustiest, dirtiest, and sexiest cowboys she'd ever seen gathered at her front door. The one in front was blond with a devil-may-care way about him. The two in back were darker. One had dimples and a real pretty boy smile, but the last was dark-skinned and dangerous looking. His eyes cut clear through her. He didn't smile, didn't have to. His movements made it clear that he owned the space he was in, and you didn't intrude unless you wanted a bloody ride to hell. He frightened Mike. They all did. They were tough looking hombres that dressed in black, the color of danger that lurked all around them.

"Hi, darlin," the one in front said while leanin' on the doorframe. "My name's Flash. We're here to see—"

"Come on in, Flash," Cayo said from the doorway of the bedroom.

Flash pushed his way in. "Hey, Cayo, how you doin'?" He indicated toward Mike. "Not bad from where I stand."

"Never mind that, why are you here so early?"

"Wasn't no use to wait. The posse quit about nightfall yesterday. I mean, if them blind bastards couldn't see our tracks in daylight, they sure as hell ain't gonna see 'em at night."

"Who was on watch?"

"Cheyenne, and you know how Indians are. They can spot a fly on a dead dog a mile away. Naw, I think they done give up on us."

"That's something, anyway."

Flash looked toward the stove. "That food smells mighty good. Any reason why we can't chow down?"

"Mike," Cayo said, "get the boys something to eat."

Mike looked over at him as if he'd just declared war with Russia. "Hey! I ain't waitin' on these gorillas. If they want food they can get it themselves!"

"Mike," Cayo said softly, "believe me. You don't want these boys bangin' around in your kitchen. By the time they got their food you wouldn't have a blessed thing left in one piece."

"Well…I guess you're right," she said while her gaze darted to one and then the other. When she finally stood and walked over to the stove the boys followed her with their hungry gazes.

* * * *

Cayo didn't miss their admiring glances and turned his attention to Mike. It didn't help any that her jeans were too tight, and her hair too red, and her lips too full, so he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for his boys to hear him. "Hands off, guys."

Mike turned around and said, "What?"

"I was just telling the guys who you were. By the way, Mike, this is Flash, Cheyenne and Midnight. Flash there has a fast draw, like lightnin' they say, and Cheyenne is a half breed. Midnight there saved my life one night in a barroom brawl, so we just kind of took him in."

As she looked at each one, she felt overwhelmed. They were easily the handsomest men, no, not men, outlaws. The dangerous, unapologetic outlaws she read about every day in her Ten Penny Novels. She wanted to run to the nearest neighbor for help, but instead she plopped their full plates on the table. "Sit down and eat, or you'll be sharin' your breakfast with Rosie, my pig."

"What's that I smell?" Flash said as she passed by him with a pot of coffee.

"Lye soap," she answered sarcastically as her gaze met Cayo's.

"I think Mike's got some lilacs in the window boxes."

Cheyenne turned and looked at her. "Say, what's this about your name?"

"My pa thought I was a boy."

Cheyenne snickered. "Whoa, I bet he was surprised."

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, her gaze cutting right though him. "I ain't laughin' about it."

Cheyenne's lustful gaze met hers and tangled. "I didn't mean no disrespect."

Suddenly it seemed as if no one else was in the room. His smile was gone from his face, but the lust in his eyes pulled her to him with an intimate power. She only pulled her gaze away to the sound of Cayo's voice.

"Cheyenne, that's enough. You boys hurry up and eat. We gotta figure out what we're gonna do."

Mike watched as they dug into their food, some wanting seconds. She kept busy ladling food and pouring coffee when she felt a hand creeping up her leg. Her eyes darted down to Flash and managed to give him a hard look.

He leaned close to her and gave a sniff. "I think that lilac smell is comin' from you, sweetheart. Always did like lilacs." With a strong grip, he squeezed her upper thigh.

She pretended to trip, and spilled coffee in his lap.

He jumped up and yelled. "Hell fire, witch, watch what you're doin'!"

"Sorry," she mumbled, but met his gaze with a defiant look, and a half smile.

As she walked away he grabbed the arm that held the coffee pot. "That half-baked apology sounded about as sincere as a grievin' undertaker at a five dollar funeral!"

"Careful," she said threateningly, "or I'll give you the rest of what I've got in the pot here." Stabbing him with a piercing look, she said, "Did that sound sincere enough for you?"

He quickly let go and turned to Cayo. "She's a little she-devil, that's what she is. She could've scalded me to death. Ain't you gonna do something?"

"Flash, it wouldn't have happened if you'd kept your fuckin' hands to yourself. We don't have time for horseplay. We got business to take care of, so sit down and be quiet."

ADULT EXCERPT

It was as if she were addicted to a special brand of dangerous sex until one day Flash caught her in the kitchen alone and came up behind her.

"Hi, sexy," he said, putting his arms around her and whispering in her ear. "Got any cool water for a man dyin' of thirst?"

The hour was early, and she could smell the odor of shaving soap. "Where's your shirt, you savage?"

"I don't need it for what I have in mind. She could feel his naked chest through her clothes, and smell the clean outside air on him. As he leaned close to her, his warm breath tickled her face, and his lusty cock pressed against her backside. Suddenly she tossed aside her straight-laced reserve, and naughtily pressed her backside against him in response to his wild nature. What was happening to her? She could feel his hands inching around her waist. Just his closeness, the mere pressure of his body against hers made her nipples harden. Slowly his hand moved upward toward her breasts, cupping and squeezing them while his hot breath and tongue made a feast of her neck and ear. Her cunt became awash with sinful heat and moist juices that threatened to turn to an erotic flood and run down her thighs.

She thought she'd reached the pinnacle of desire when suddenly Midnight and Cheyenne appeared. When they touched her, the three of them freed within her a sudden bursting of sensations. Their lips, their hands, their hot, moist breath mingling with hers, turned her legs to jelly.

Before she knew what was happening she could feel their muscled bodies as they passed her from one to the other, their hot breath, hot kisses, and stiff cocks making a feast of her body. While one stroked her, the other massaged her breasts, and another reached down and squeezed her pussy until she thought she would die. When strong fingers delved deeply inside her, she knew she was lost. She wanted to resist before Cayo came in and caught them, but also knew if they stopped, she would die.

"You want it, baby?" Flash whispered in her ear. "You ever had it with three? We're about to show you what you've been missin'."

Just then her gaze moved over to the small bed she used for company. It was a bed of rough, cracked wood. The mattress, filled with lumpy cotton was almost flat as it fit snugly into the frame around it. On top, spread out in disarray were animal skins that made a thick pallet for whoever used it.

She stared at it as if it were heaven.

Suddenly she felt the last of her clothes being brazenly removed while the three of them carried her toward the bed.

"Spread them legs, sweetheart," Flash whispered as he rose over her and settled himself between her thighs. And with hands that had killed hundreds of men, he dug his cock out, spread her cleft, and pushed himself inside.

The rush of his sudden invasion brought forth a scream. Her throbbing cunt lathered his cock with the carnal juices of her desire, and his fevered plunges began. "Oh, God, Flash, you're so hard!"

When she felt his rough body so deliciously heavy on top of her, her passion mounted. She couldn't resist possessively clinging to him and bucking wildly. With each push of her hips, Flash's cock plunged deeper and deeper. A wicked fire began deep in her cunt, and she chased it, urging herself upward, and reaching for that elusive bliss that grew with each thrust. Her need blossomed, crawling ever upward, more and more, as his plunges became harder and faster. His long, hard cock created such a wanton heat inside her, she could feel her cunt squeezing it like a clawing hand. With throaty moans she pushed her hips against his over and over, feeling the heat flare bigger and bigger as his hungry cock continued to rub her clit while he thrust in and out.