The Madam Takes a Mate
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by Sarah Winn
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Historical Fiction
Description: The notorious Dodge City madam, Sally Sweets, tries to conceal her profession from her visiting father by marrying a comatose cowboy. The cowboy unexpectedly wakes up, but has amnesia, so Sally continues the marriage charade. By the time her father leaves, she's developed a strong attraction for the cowboy and thinks she might stay married. But the cowboy doesn't like being in the brothel business and begs Sally to leave Dodge City and move to New Mexico where they can run a legitimate hotel. Sally's "girls" try to break up the marriage to prevent this. The cowboy regains his memory and realizes Sally has lied to him about everything--including their love. He also remembers the great tragedy in his past that drove him to be a wanderer. Can he forgive Sally's deceits and believe her vows of love? Can she give up her ill-gotten riches and settle down with a plain cowboy?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2004 WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
eBookwise Release Date: March 2005
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [359 KB]
Reading time: 248-348 min.
"Ms Winn's sex scenes are humorously explicit. Because the setting is a whorehouse the attitude of the girls is very accepting of male quirks. One of the girls, Betsy, gives an excellent introduction into the world of bondage to her naive partner, Gentleman Jim. Madam Takes a Mate is a fast paced, well-planned novel. Full of subtle humour and some very tender moments, I found it very hard to put down. Highly Recommended!"--aomi
"Where's the bitch that runs this place? I wanna see Sally Sweets."
In the hallway just outside the card room, Sally listened to the raucous voice and pressed her lips tightly together in irritation. Since Buford had gone to the icehouse, she had no choice but to handle the loudmouth herself. She gave her bodice a hitch to be sure her cleavage was properly displayed, plastered a smile on her face, and swept into the smoked-filled room.
"Is someone asking for me?" she said in a voice that dripped honey.
It wasn't hard to spot the unhappy customer. The card room was brightly lit and only two of the four felt-covered tables were occupied. A ruddy-faced man, at a table full of men whose clothes and complexions identified them as Texas cattlemen, glowered at her. "Well, it's about time I got a gander at the famous Sally Sweets."
She walked near enough to lay a friendly hand on his shoulder. "What's the matter, sweetie? Haven't my girls been treating you right?"