Owner of the Diamond Saloon and Theater, Alice Reynolds is astounded when a fancy Englishman offers to buy her saloon. She won’t be selling her saloon to anyone, let alone a man with a pretty, empty-headed grin…but then, she reckons that grin just might be a lie, and a man of intelligence and cunning resides beneath.
Rupert Llewellyn has another purpose for offering to buy the pretty widow’s saloon—the coal buried deep in land she owns. However, he never banked on her knowing eyes making him weak at the knees, or how his deception would burn upon his soul.
~ Excerpt ~
Lifting the glass, Alice studied its contents. “There is nothing quite like the enjoyment you get from a good whiskey. There’s the look and color of it, and the way it burns in the light.”
“It’s the same color as your eyes,” Llewellyn breathed, his own wide and empty of thought.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. That’s right. Fool me into thinking there’s not an ounce of calculation to your words. “Is it? Mighty kind of you to notice.”
A happy grin was her response.
Well now, she was surely going to enjoy this. Setting her own half-smile, she tilted her glass, watching as the whiskey caught the light of the candle. “Have you ever noticed the feel of glass? It’s smooth against your fingers, and though the whiskey burns you, the glass is cool. It seems strange, doesn’t it? That such fire could come from something so cool.”
Intensely aware of his gaze upon her, she brought the glass to rest on her bottom lip. “You lift the glass to your lips, and all that coolness rests upon your flesh. The scent of the whiskey hits you, sweet and fiery. Your mouth waters, and you can’t wait to have it inside you. Slowly, so slowly, you tip the glass, teasing yourself as long moments in want of its taste stretch unbearably.”
He no longer wore a smile. Dark eyes watched her as strong fingers dug into the glass before him.
A prickle washed over her skin, her heart a steady beat in her chest. With hushed voice, she continued. “Liquid slides down your throat. The flavor explodes inside you, a glorious rush of sensation that overwhelms and consumes. You curl your tongue, enjoying the lingering sensation in every part of your mouth. Then, you look at the bottle.” Finally, she met his gaze direct. No subterfuge. No tease. “And you know you can do it again.”
~ Reviews ~
Rough Diamond is a fantastic story of love, lust and greed in the old west […] I found this to be a really fun read with a good mix of steamy sex and story so while it was a very hot read it also had the substance and plot line to back it up. Who would have thought you could have a hot hunky hero named Rupert?!?
– Carin, Cocktails and Books
Dean is very good at writing relationships and she knows how to build anticipation and heighten sexual tension very well. She also has a wonderful sense of timing and developing a dramatic moment — the culmination of Rupert and Alice’s flirtation and Alice’s monthly Spectacular all happen in that one breathtaking moment.
– Love Saves the World
~ Behind the Story ~
What’s in a name?
The nickname for Rough Diamond came from my friend and critique partner, Lucy Clark. Lucy suggested WTF, short for WesTern Fun, which is what I was calling it. I thought such a thing was tres funny, and so it stuck!
The Story Behind the Story
Rough Diamond came about because of a suggestion by my editor on Teach Me. She was also involved in Decadent Publishing’s Western Escape and thought I’d be a good fit. So, I went off and had a bit of a think, coming up with Alice and Rupert and their madcap shenanigans. My editor loved it, so I wrote away. I’m so glad she suggested I write a western!
~ Extras ~
Mrs Reynolds’ World Famous Variety and Burlesque Spectacular! (advertisement)