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Friday, January 16, 2015

Bitten by Snake Oil by Shiloh Saddler

A Beyond Fairytales Adaptation of The Brothers’ Grimm’s: The Old Man Made Young Again


Blurb

Since the death of his wife four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When sexy medicine-show man Peter Saint comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but receives vivid erotic dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.

Jed uses all his strength and energy to fight the attraction in a town where the local preacher’s hellfire and damnation sermons promise repercussions if he dares to act on them. Can Peter Saint’s potions offer a solution and free the blacksmith to live and love as he wishes and not as his closed-minded neighbors demand?



Excerpt

A short, wiry man stood on the pullout platform in the back of his brightly colored wagon playing a banjo and singing about a miracle-working elixir. “Peter Saint’s powders and tonics can make the old feel young again and make the blind see. They can make the crippled walk and the ill-tempered gleeful.” Townsfolk doing their Saturday shopping gathered around, taking in the medicine show.

I couldn’t recall the last time a medicine show had come through Tumbleweed. Leaning against the side of my shop, I took in the entertainment from a distance, and my pulse quickened. The man’s strong, melodious voice captivated me. No, if I was truly honest with myself, I was more interested in the way he filled out that sharp salesman’s suit. If only I could peel off his navy-blue striped vest and white shirt to run my hands across the planes of his chest and then open his sable trousers.

The breeze ruffled Mr. Saint’s blond hair under his chestnut-colored derby. The movement drew my attention to the man’s emerald eyes. Realizing I was staring, I bent my head, and my cheeks heated. It must be nearing 100 degrees outside. I grabbed my shirt collar and tugged it up to wipe off some of the sweat oozing down my neck. I struck the match against the side of my shop and lit my pipe. Tobacco wasn’t as good a distraction as a cool glass of whiskey, but it would have to do for the moment.

Taking a puff on my pipe, I tried not to look at the man with the perfect build.

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