Sarah's Playmates (A Wild West Erotic Adventure)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,266
1 Ratings (3.0)

It’s 1880, and innocent and lovely, Sarah Collins is about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime, as she travels to Chicago to meet her fiancé, Edmund Lakewood. In the confines of their private sleeping car, her traveling companion, Millie Doyle, tutors Sarah on how to please a man and finds an apt and greedy pupil.

Filthy scoundrel and outlaw, Brack Corbett is the leader of a band of renegade thieves, who prey on unsuspecting travelers. As Sarah’s train approaches, he encounters a frightened, yet intriguing, young woman, who he yearns to seduce, even if it means being captured and hung.

In the age of gunslingers and Indians, the lawless west is about to smolder and burn in this erotic adventure filled with outlaws, horny natives, and lesbian sex, hot enough to melt the wax off a candle.

This story contains lesbian sex, erotic romance, historical romance, forced consent, fisting, spanking, rimming, and oral sex. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult 18+

Sarah's Playmates (A Wild West Erotic Adventure)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Sarah's Playmates (A Wild West Erotic Adventure)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 29,266
1 Ratings (3.0)
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There seemed to be a commotion in the next car. Something loud popped, which sounded like a firecracker. Heads turned around, alarmed. I glanced at Millie. “What’s happening?”

A porter dashed into the car, his face was as white as parchment. “Robbers! We’re being robbed! Hide your valuables!”

Pandemonium erupted after this shocking announcement. Plates and glasses fell, smashing to the wooden floor, as passengers scurried to the other end of the car and through the connecting portion of the train to the next compartment. Millie was caught up in the rush, and we were separated.


“Follow me, child! Sarah!”

I stumbled over my own feet, landing on my tummy. The constriction of the corset forced the air out of my lungs, and I labored to breathe. My hat had fallen off, and several pins came loose, releasing a portion of perfectly coiffed hair. Struggling to sit, I turned and gasped. A revolver was aimed at my face.

“Put that down, Buck! You don’t point a gun at a lady, you numbskull. Go on, and get the others.” Paralyzed by fear, I could only stare at the man before me, who stood with his feet apart. The ruffian who held the gun dashed to the other car. “Well, ain’t you pretty.” He knelt before me. “What’s your name, honey?”


He wore scuffed boots, wrinkled trousers, and an ill-fitting jacket. His tawny hair needed trimming, and several days’ worth of stubble graced a distractingly handsome countenance. His eyes blazed with interest. The irises were a warm chocolate color with flecks of gray.

“Are you injured?”

“No.” My voice sounded tiny.

“Let me help you up.” Before I could object, he wrapped his hands around my arms and hauled me to my feet. I stood entirely too close to him.


“This could go either of two ways, Miss. You can hand over your cash and jewelry without a fuss, or I can take it from your person. The choice is yours.” My mouth formed a circle, but no words came out. He shook me. “Are we understandin’ one another?”

“Ouf!” I smacked him in the face, surprising us both. “Don’t touch me!”

He laughed; the timber in his voice was surprisingly pleasant. “That’s the fighting spirit. I was startin’ to worry you might be a simpleton.” His grin produced small lines around his eyes. “This looks interesting.” He held my gold locket.

“You can’t have that. It’s a family heirloom.”

“Is that so?” He weighed the heavy pendant in his hand. “Looks expensive.”

I pushed him. “Stop that!”

“This ain’t no negotiation, darlin’. I’m here to rob you. Take it off.”

Tears were in my eyes. “The only pictures of my parents I have are in there. You can’t take my locket.”

His gaze followed the single tear that slid down my cheek. He swallowed visibly. “What else you got?”

“I-I have my engagement ring.”

“Let’s see it.” I pulled off the glove and held up my hand. He whistled through his teeth. “That’s some ring. You snagged yourself a rich one, eh?”

My ire rose. “My fiancé is a respectable man. He’s educated and refined. His father’s a United States senator. When I’m finished being robbed and manhandled, I’ll be sure to send a telegram to Senator Lakewood. He’ll know exactly what’s happened here today, sir.”

“I like a woman with a sturdy backbone. There’s a fire in your belly. I might just be jealous of that future husband of yours.”

His response surprised me. I was at a loss.

“Gimme the ring.”

I threw it at him. “Choke on it!”

He struggled to catch the item, anger flaring in his eyes. Shoving the sapphire and diamond ring into a pocket, he advanced, grabbing me. “Now I want the locket.”


“You don’t have a choice, darlin’. Hand it over.”

“It’s the only reminder I have of my grandmother.” I closed my fist around the pendant. “It belongs to my family. It’s for my daughter…when I have one. You can’t have it, you horrible man.”

His arm snaked around my back, drawing me against the firm expanse of his chest. He smelled of musk and perspiration with a hint of leather. “Now you listen closely, little lady. If you don’t hand over that necklace, I’ll…I’ll be liable to do something you’ll find repulsive.”

“I’m already repulsed.” This lie slid easily from my tongue. The proximity of our bodies was alarming, but what was even more so was the tingling that registered in my tummy.

His look smoldered. “Perhaps, a trade’s in order.”

“You have nothing I want. Unhand me, sir!” I pushed against him, feeling a wall of sinew and muscle.

“I’d be willin’ to let the necklace go, if you give me a kiss.”

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