[Siren Classic: Erotic Western Romance]
Fast gun Luke Scott finds himself on the run from the law. He hides out in the small Colorado town where his twin brother, Jack, is the doctor. When Sarah Foster unexpectedly pays a midnight visit while Jack is out on a house call, Luke has no choice but to pretend to be his brother…a pretense he keeps up even as he woos the hot beauty.
Sarah has secrets of her own, though, including that this respectable miss is really a madam…the behind-the-scenes madam of the local whorehouse. When Luke and Sarah become lovers, Jack gets caught in the middle when Sarah mistakes him during the day for his brother.
Add one corrupt posse, one anxious father-to-be, and one twin brother caught in a lovers' triangle, and the path to true love for Luke and Sarah is anything but easy.
Can one outlaw and one madam drop their disguises long enough to fall in love?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 HEARTS: "Luke Scott was known as 'Lightening Luke' a well-known gunslinger. When he killed an army defector in self-defense, he suddenly became a wanted man. He had to run somewhere. There just wasn't a decent, safe place to go. Until he finally got to his twin brother's home in the middle of the night, he never felt safe for a minute. Dr. Jack Scott would help him hide until they could decide what to do. Of course, he expected Luke to stay out of sight and not show himself to anyone. Dr. Jack was especially surprised when he was propositioned in the local brothel while attending a woman with medical problems. Sally's, the local brothel, was secretly owned by a spinster lady named Sarah Foster. No one except her 'girls' knew her identity until she was forced to reveal herself to Dr. Jack Scott (actually it was his brother Luke). The chemistry proved more than either expected. Jack had no idea who the woman really was. He also had no idea that he was supposed to be in a relationship with this woman, Sarah. When she made suggestive advances to him, Sarah knew something was wrong with Jack. Then Luke kidnapped her...This beautiful erotic romance was unusual and didn't present much hope of a happy ending. Ms. Angela Claire's writing style was compelling and grabbed my attention almost from page 1. The sexual encounters were graphic but not distasteful. The manner in which she presented the story of these two and the encounters between them (plus the dual interactions between Sarah and Luke) was enchanting. I enjoyed this book very much and hope others will read it. I recommend it to others -- as long as they are not afraid of sexual encounters. The storyline was really interesting and it was not just a book of sex. The plot was solid and the flow of the book was great. The secondary characters were solid and made the main characters look every more exciting. I recommend this book highly. -- Brenda, The Romance Studio
4 STARS: "Luke is a wanted man who is on the run. He is rough and rugged. His ideal hideout is his twin brother's place. His twin brother is a small town doctor. He is quiet and reserved. When the doctor is called to the local whore house, he demands to see the owner within 24 hours. Little does he know the owner is nothing like he thought. His brother begins a sexual relationship with the owner while pretending to be the good doctor. This is a tale in which no one is as they appear to be. You find yourself rooting for the outlaw, the whores, and the whore house owner. That is how great the characters are developed. The sex is great; however, it is not overshadowed by the characters and plot. This is a book that you will want to read straight through. I recommend it!" -- Stephanie, Book Reviews R Us4 CHERRIES: "This book started with a bang... literally! Someone was attacking a character named Luke and there was some talking and a gun shot. What really got me hooked on this book was Luke. Much like the heroine, Sarah, I didn't know how my adoration of him happened, but it did. There is just something in the way he's depicted that makes him very desirable. Besides, the more I read about him and the way he started having feelings for Sarah the more I fell for him too. The sex was hot, intense and very well described. I particularly loved their little role-playing moments. The tender moments were there too and were extremely sweet. Who knew an outlaw could have such a kind heart? My only disappointment was not getting to know a little more about Luke's brother, Jack. Perhaps in another story? Nonetheless, The Outlaw Takes a Madam, is both a tender and hot read that will leave you smiling." -- Bittersweet, Whipped Cream Romance Reviews
“It hasn’t escaped my establishment’s notice that you appear to be the one unattached man in the vicinity who doesn’t partake of our services.”
“I don’t? I mean, that’s right, I don’t.” Jack never did care much for whores. His brother wasn’t much for celibacy either, though.
“I know you had fairly liberal access to Mrs. Mills, after her elderly husband passed and before she remarried and became Mrs. Parker, of course.”
A widow. That was certainly more like Jack’s style.
“But that was some time ago. The fact you haven’t come to Sally’s since then suggests to me that you don’t approve of prostitution.”
Personally, Luke didn’t care much one way or the other. And with Jack, it was more of a preference than a judgment. So he was safe in saying, “I just don’t care to pay for it.”
“I can understand that. You’re very handsome, Doctor. But we have handsome men who use us for the convenience.”
“I’m sure you do, but I don’t suppose you dropped by in the middle of the night to advertise your services or to give me a free sample for that matter.”
“The services of my establishment. I’m not a prostitute.”
“Too bad,” he said without thinking in his Jack-mode.
She looked at him sharply. “Don’t play games with me, Doctor. I’m here in the middle of the night because you gave me twenty-four hours to make myself known to you, and as you’re aware, that’s just about up. Pardon me that I wasn’t more prompt. But now that you know who I am, just get on with it. What do you want?”
Luke had no idea what Jack wanted, but a couple of things came to his mind. Before he could voice them, not that he probably would have, she plunged on ahead.
“I suppose it has something to do with advertising your services. Well, forget it. I don’t believe in doctors.”
Okay, so Jack had visited the whorehouse, not as a patron, but as a doctor, and demanded that this mysterious “Sally” make an appearance so he could chastise her for not using doctors? Bizarre, but it actually kind of sounded like Jack.
So he said, “I don’t believe in whores, but I’ll use one if I have to.” He knew for a fact Jack had a time or two, most notoriously when they both lost their virginity at the tender age of…Hell, how old had they been? He couldn’t even remember, just that he and Jack had broken into their guardian’s liquor cabinet and had quickly moved from getting drunk to getting laid.
“I would’ve tended to Mabel as well as you, Doctor, had I been there.”
Mabel, apparently, was the erstwhile patient. “But you weren’t.” Always safest when playing one’s twin to just repeat back what the other person had just said.
“No, and my employee doesn’t always keep her head in these kind of situations.”
“Which is why you run things,” he surmised.
“And I am rarely away, but this time it was unavoidable.”
Since Luke didn’t particularly care about talking this Sarah out of her aversion to doctors, he wondered where he should be going with all this. Maybe it was time for a Thanks for stopping by and now that I’ve lectured you, you can go. But the truth was he didn’t want her to go. He stalled. “What’s your objection to doctors?”
“What’s your objection to prostitutes?” she shot back.
He answered honestly—honestly as Jack anyway. Again, he had no objection whatsoever to prostitutes and considered them a very handy convenience. Jack, he knew, felt otherwise. “I told you, I just don’t like to pay for it. When I fuck a woman, I want to know she’s doing it for more than her bank account.”
“Please, I’m sure you rarely find that a problem.”
That was the second time in as many minutes that she’d made reference to his looks. Or Jack’s anyway. That was mighty interesting.
“Are you flirting with me, Miss Foster?”
“No, but I notice your language has relaxed in my presence. So you must not think me much of a lady now.”
That was a hard one. He hadn’t lied. Jack wasn’t very judgmental, part of his medical training, he’d once told him. Luke wasn’t either, given his own profession. But she probably wouldn’t believe either of them on that score no matter what they said. This little filly had a chip on her shoulder as big as Colorado. No problem guessing who was judging her. She was.
“I suppose now that you know my secret, you’d feel justified demanding that I service you to keep my identity from becoming known.”
Now that was an intriguing thought.
Luke leaned one hip back against the dresser, crossing his arms over his bare chest, anticipation making a comeback. He wondered how long Jack would be gone.
He was surprised he hadn’t come up with the idea himself, but given the circumstances, he was half thinking like Jack. Thinking like himself, he had to admit it was a mighty fine possibility. Mulling it over, Luke looked at Miss Foster’s body, well, at her tits anyway, which were nice and full like he liked them. Then he made his way down those long slim legs. When he looked back up to her face, he confirmed what he’d already known. She was a beauty all right, even in the dim light of the lamp he’d lit, with her dark hair all bound up in a knot at the top of her head. His cock perked up at the thought of taking the pins out of her hair and laying her down on that very convenient bed nearby and rediscovering fucking.
She gave him what was undoubtedly a practiced eye, well versed in interpreting male enthusiasm as she must be for her job. He realized he was dressed only in small clothes, which at this moment were expanding.
“I’ll take your erection for a yes.”
“Your language has relaxed a bit as well, if you don’t mind my mentioning it, Miss Foster. Or do you regularly draw attention to a man’s erection in polite company?”
“I don’t regularly see it in polite company.”
“Well, we’re not exactly in a drawing room right now, and you did just offer to service me.”
“I didn’t offer. I said you’d probably expect it, although I’m sure to your male sensibilities there’s no distinction between the two.”
"You don’t like doctors in real life, but how about we just play? You want to play doctor with me, Sarah?”
She shook her head no but didn’t move.
“Just for a little while,” he soothed. “I’ll do an examination.” She stiffened, but he went on. “I don’t have my instruments with me right now, so I’ll just have to use what’s at hand.” He slipped one palm in under the filmy material and grazed her nipple. She shuddered as he ran his fingers across it lightly for a time and then took it between two fingers and squeezed. “The hardening of your nipple in the case of stimulation is a very normal reaction for a young, sexually healthy female. Let’s check your other reactions.” He took his hand out of her neckline and inched the hem of her nightdress up until her thigh was bared. His hand slid from that soft, silky outer flesh to other more hidden delights. He hummed approvingly as he slipped a finger into her moist depths. “Yes, that’s very good. You are lubricating very nicely as your body prepares for sexual intercourse.” He swirled his finger around inside her, and she moaned. “And though you’re very tight, I can feel your vaginal walls relaxing so that a man’s penis may fit inside. See, it can take my finger, but if I slid my cock in right now, it’d be a close fit.”
He dipped his head down to tug at her nipple through the wrapper, then pulled away, jerking the material out of his way and taking the hard nub in his wet mouth, sucking as she cried out. He pulled away.
“I think we’ll need to conduct the rest of this examination on the table, Miss Foster.”
She looked at him, dazed. “The table?”
He motioned her to the bed, and after a moment, she lay down.
“Now open your legs so I can do a visual examination.” She opened them, and he chuckled. “Now, my dear Miss Foster, how can the doctor see anything with your robe down like that? Lift it up to your hips.”
She hesitated, and he sat down on the side of the bed, urging, “Come on now, dear. Don’t be shy. I’m a doctor.”
With a slight smile, she obeyed.
“You don’t know how ironic this is, Jack.”
He ignored the comment. “That’s right. Lift that lovely ass up so the doctor can take a good look.” When she was bare to the waist, he put his palms on her knees and pushed them to the side so she was wide open for him. “Oh, I can see the moisture seeping out. All very nice. Very normal.”
“Oh, yes. But I need to analyze the content of the lubrication to make sure everything is in balance. Usually, I use other tools, but since I don’t have them, I’ll just use my sense of smell, of taste.” He leaned down and put his tongue to her wet, warm pussy, and she stiffened. “Just relax, Miss Foster. I’ll be gentle.” Then he went to it, gently as he’d promised her. After a moment or two, she began to groan as he lapped at her. Then he carefully thrust a finger in, too, and fingered her as he ate her. He lifted his head only once to instruct, “Now, my dear, we’re going to test your ability to orgasm. Move your beautiful bottom however you want so it feels the best, and I will endeavor to ensure you come properly. All right?”
She nodded, breathing heavily, and he went back at it. When she came with a hoarse cry, he stood up, unbuttoning his shirt and then removing his boots and breeches.
“What are you doing, Doctor?” she asked timidly.
“We’re going to examine whether your vagina, now that it’s all softened from your orgasm, is flexible enough to accommodate a penis. Since mine is the only one in the vicinity, I volunteer for the experiment.”
“That’s very noble of you, Doctor.”
“Anything for science, my dear.”
When he was naked, he straddled her as she spread her legs wide open for him. She put her hands on his chest at first, as if to hold him back.
“Jack, I…I don’t know about this.”
Whatever the reason for her hesitancy, he was having none of it.
“Now, now, my dear,” he said, still in character. “The doctor knows best. The missionary position is the best for this experiment.” He leaned over the barrier of her hands and kissed her softly. Then he thrust his cock in with one hard motion.
“Oh, yes, excellent, my dear,” he whispered as she, of her own accord, wrapped her legs around his waist. “You passed the test.”