Do aphrodisiacs work? What exactly are they? How can I use them? We answer these questions and many more during the Simple Sexy Food virtual tour with clinical sex therapist and foodie – Linda De Villers, PhD. There are many ordinary foods that can have aphrodisiac effects – and we’re going to help you understand them.
Simple Sexy Food is an aphrodisiac cookbook like no other. Honest and direct, detailed and informative, it’s packed with exclusive recipes, food and sex tips, descriptions and histories of ingredients and even survey data about what food people find sexy. And it’s the only aphrodisiac cookbook written by a clinical sex therapist who also happens to be a foodie!
Linda De Viller, PhD, Clinical Sex Therapist and Foodie, shares her knowledge about the myths and truth about aphrodisiacs. She also shares over 80 recipes and a wealth of love and sex tips. Get your copy at - http://www.amazon.com/Simple-Sexy-Food-Linda-Villers/dp/097095655X/.
Chocolate
Love and Fun Facts
We can’t forget chocolate! Every Valentine’s Day, we are reminded of the huge aphrodisiac reputation of chocolate. especially for 21st century sensibilities (and my survey data), chocolate is the winner!
If there were a single food that meant “sexy,” it would have to be chocolate. no review of aphrodisiacs seems complete without an extensive detailing of chocolate’s mythical properties, tangled history, and incredible variety of forms. While we can’t devote the time or space to a detailed accounting of its influence, a brief summary, a little sip of its goodness, will be, like the food itself, just enough to leave us wanting more.
Certain facts about chocolate are unquestioned, but questions remain. it’s believed that the wild cocoa plant originated in what is now South America, likely in the Amazon or Orinoco basins. Archeological evidence suggests that the Maya brought it to the yucatan when they migrated there in the 7th century CE. Chocolate’s name is certainly Mayan in origin, from chocolatl, the name given to a cold, bitter drink they enjoyed, but the actual meaning of chocolatl is unclear.
Aztec emperor Moctezuma may have drunk 50 glasses of honey-sweetened chocolate a day to sustain his virility during his amouous activity with his harem of 600 women, but I don’t recommend either that much chocolate or that many part- ners! Share and enjoy in moderation!
The Spanish explorer Cortez almost certainly brought chocolate back to Europe, where from Spain it spread to Italy, Austria, and then France. In Europe it was at first something of a secret indulgence, and as its popularity grew, so did rules and restrictions on its consumption. And this may very well be explained by chocolate’s effect on both mood and libido, brought about by the release of endorphins, opiate- like neurotransmitters thought to mimic that falling-in-love feeling.
Chocolate’s early reputation was as a “food for the gods,” first for Mayan nobility, then Aztec nobility, then European nobility. It was also used as currency as late as 1850 in the Yucatan, and given that it had to be imported for European enjoyment, only the wealthy could afford it at first.
In 17th century England, an immoderate use of chocolate was thought to be aphrodisiac: in that era, chocolate was prepared with vanilla, another aphrodisiac.
Thankfully, chocolate now enjoys a more widespread following, due in part to how versatile it is. it’s not coincidental that the one holiday devoted to love, Valentine’s Day, cannot be properly celebrated or appreciated without indulging in chocolate. it mixes well with a wide variety of foods, is consumed hot, warm or cold, in solid, powdered or liquid form. If we had to survive with just one aphrodisiac food, surely it would be chocolate!
Sexy Nutrients
Historically, chocolate has been valued as a tonic, as a medicine, and as a pow- erful aphrodisiac. It’s loaded with what are called the “feel good” neurotransmitters, releasing endorphins and boosting serotonin (mood stabilizers).
Chocolate is a stimulant that’s high in theobromine (0.5 to 2.7 percent), which is similar to but milder than caffeine, and caffeine itself (0.25 to 1.7 percent), which may be why it perks you up but without the jitters!
And then there’s anandamide, discovered in chocolate by San Diego researchers, which is similar to thC but not highly discussed because some chocolate manufacturers were concerned that chocolate would be labeled a drug! Anandamide is a cannabinoid, a chemical that hooks up to the same brain receptors that catch similar ingredients in marijuana smoke. Your brain produces some anandamide naturally, but you also get very small amounts of the chemical from chocolate. In addition, choco late contains two chemicals similar to anandamide, which slow the breakdown of the anandamide produced in your brain, intensifying its effects. Maybe that’s why eating chocolate makes you feel very mildly mellow. Not enough to get you hauled off to the hoosegow or bring in the Feds to confiscate your candy, just enough to wipe away the tears of lost love. (Don’t worry: you’d need to eat at least 25 pounds of chocolate at one time to achieve any marijuana-like effect.)
PEA, or phenylethylamine, is also in chocolate, and although this has been popularized as raising dopamine and also contributing to the “chocolate high,” it’s really only present in traces. PEA in excess dilates the blood vessels and can trigger headaches. It’s also rapidly broken down, and much higher levels are found in salami, pickled herring, and cheddar cheese.
The fat of chocolate—cocoa butter—is heart healthy because it is converted into a monosaturated fat by other fatty substances in chocolate. Chocolate also contains trace amounts of iron, magnesium, and copper. Milk chocolate has calcium, but also has more simple sugars and doesn’t have the antioxidant phenolics found in dark chocolate.
Aphrodisiac Chocolate Fondue Sauce for Sensual Fruits
The fruits suggested are especially delectable served in this way, but you can add or substitute any other fruits and/or pieces of waffle cookies or pound cake that suit your taste. Use your imagination to cut your selections into sensually appealing shapes.
Features whipped cream, chocolate, liqueur, a variety of fruits with aphrodisiac reputations—kiwi, figs, bananas, strawberries, oranges
8 whole organic strawberries, with stems, wiped with damp paper towel and patted dry
2 kiwis, peeled and cut into thick rounds
1 large banana, peeled and cut on the bias into 8 pieces
1 orange, peeled and sectioned, with pith removed
8 dried Calimyrna figs
1/3 cup whipping cream
1 1/2 teaspoons grated orange zest
8 ounces semisweet or bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped
3 tablespoons Grand Marnier, Cointreau, or other orange-flavored liqueur
1. Arrange the fruit attractively on a large plate or place each type of fruit in a separate dish of a lazy Susan.
2. In a heavy medium saucepan, combine the cream and orange zest and bring to a simmer over medium heat.
3. Add the chocolate and 1 tablespoon of the Grand Marnier. Whisk until smooth. Remove the fondue sauce from heat and whisk in the remaining Grand Marnier.
4. Transfer the sauce to a fondue pot that is heated by a candle or canned-heat burner. Be sure to keep the heat low; too much heat will burn the chocolate.
5. Use fingers or long fondue forks to dip pieces of fruit into the warm chocolate sauce.
2 SERVINGS
Simple Sexy Kitchen Tip: Strawberries are at their delicious best when in season. When they’re organic, you can gently clean them with a damp paper towel, dispensing with the need to thoroughly rinse them to remove pesticides, and water-logging them in the process.
Love Skills: You’re very likely to have plenty of leftover sauce . . . surely you can figure out something creative to do with it!
Simple Sexy Survey: Chocolate. Interestingly, younger people (age 18-25) were significantly more likely to select chocolate (73%) from a list of aphrodisiacs than any other age group. Less surprisingly, 73% of females chose chocolate as sexy food, far more than the males.
We invite you to participate in the Simple Sexy Food Recipe Photo Contest - http://www.lovecoachjourney.com/recipe-photo-contest - the grand prize winner will get a one on one aphrodisiac consultation and five runner ups will receive a digital copy of Love Skills by Linda De Villers. Details can be found at - http://www.lovecoachjourney.com/recipe-photo-contest/ . We supply the recipes, you prepare the aphrodisiac food and submit a picture of the finished recipe – for the contest. Contact nikki@nikkileigh.com with questions. We show the ingredients - now show us what you can do.
Linda De Villers has more than 20 years of experience as a sex and relationship expert. Dr. De Villers is regarded as an expert in the study of aphrodisiacs. She was a featured expert in a Discovery Channel Health program (2006) on 10 sexual myths, including the myth that aphrodisiacs don’t exist. In an academic setting, she has researched and presented on related topics.
A Message From Linda De Villers PhD
I created this book to help you enjoy the remarkable relationship between food and sex. These two themes run brightly through my own life both personally and professionally, and are inseparable from my sense of who I am. Having counseled and taught thousands of people on the loving arts, and having fed nearly as many in my kitchens over the years, I find myself in a state of barely contained excitement over the opportunity to share what I know with you. I am the only author in this field to be credentialed in both sexual health and food, having worked and presented internationally and conducted research on the joint topic over the course of my career.
A Little Bit of Spice (The Spicy Romance Connection)
For those who like their romance with a dash of spice.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Free for Kindle: Wicked in Your Arms by Sophie Jordan
Pride and passion collide in this sexy and emotionally rich Victorian-set historical romance from New York Times bestselling author Sophie Jordan. Wicked in Your Arms is the first book in the acclaimed author’s Forgotten Princesses series—a marvelously sensual fable of a handsome prince searching for a suitable bride, but inconveniently smitten with a most unsuitable lady: the illegitimate daughter of one of the most unsavory characters in all of London! Wicked in Your Arms is a wonderful delight—the ideal romantic escape for Lisa Kleypas and Sabrina Jeffries readers.
File Size: 901 KB
Print Length: 389 pages
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 0062032992
Publisher: Avon (July 26, 2011)
Sold by: HarperCollins Publishers
Language: English
ASIN: B004LLIHVI
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Free for Kindle on 5/8 and 5/9: Vampire Underground: Rescue by Anthea Kage
Two men. One hated by society for crimes he's never dreamed of committing. The other sworn to rid the world of an evil he honestly believes exists. Tess can't keep her hands off either of them.
Tess knows that vampires are not the monsters everyone claims, and has devoted her life to saving as many as possible from government-mandated execution. By day, she poses as a sweet office girl at the Vampire Disposal Agency, gathering information for the Vampire Underground. By night, she runs across rooftops clad in a leather catsuit, rescuing vampires marked for death, and dealing--swiftly and brutally--with anyone who gets in her way. She has no time for passion, until she meets Drake--the first vampire to ever make her pulse race. The two spend a red-hot night together that she knows is a bad idea, and once that spark is ignited she can't seem to extinguish it. Before she knows it, a Vampire Hunter named Troy has fanned the flames into an inferno. Tess knows that getting Drake to safety is her only priority, and she knows Troy is the enemy. But when passions run hot, all sorts of things can go wrong.
This 23,000-word steamy paranormal romance novella contains vampires, martial arts, jerky bosses, underground tunnels, underground resistance movements, ex-boyfriends, hot sex scenes, fights in restaurants, murder, threesomes, portals to other worlds, and several people letting their desire make their decisions.
File Size: 224 KB
Print Length: 63 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Language: English
ASIN: B0088342Q4
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First Chapter Review: After the Ending by Lindsey Fairleigh and Lindsey Pogue
Lindsey Fairleigh and Lindsey Pogue are on a virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book to promote their apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic romance novel, After the Ending. This is the first book in The Ending Series.
BLURB: The Virus spread. Billions died. The Ending began. We may have survived the apocalypse, but the Virus changed us.
When people started getting sick, “they” thought it was just the flu. My roommate, my boyfriend, my family…they’re all gone now. I got sick too. I should have died with them—with the rest of the world—but I didn’t. I thought witnessing the human population almost disappear off the face of the earth was the craziest thing I’d ever experience. I was so wrong. My name is Dani O’Connor, I’m twenty-six-years-old, and I survived The Ending.
The Virus changed everything. The world I knew is gone, and life is backwards. We’ve all had to start over. I’ve been stripped of my home, my dreams…all that is me. I’m someone else now—broken and changed. Other survivors’ memories and emotions haunt me. They invade my mind until I can no longer separate them from my own. I won’t let them consume me. I can’t. My name is Zoe Cartwright, I’m twenty-six-years-old, and I survived The Ending.
We’ve been inseparable for most of our lives, and now our friendship is all we have left. The aftermath of the Virus has stranded us on opposite sides of the United States. Trusting strangers, making sacrifices, killing—we’ll do anything to reach one another. Fear and pain may be unavoidable, but we’re strong…we’re survivors. But to continue surviving in this unfamil-iar world plagued by Crazies and strange new abilities, we have to adapt. We have to evolve.
And more than anything, we have to find each other.
COVER: I like it. Between the color scheme and the font, I definitely get a doomsday type of feel.
FIRST CHAPTER: Dani's roommate, Callie, is just one of the people in Seattle hit with a horrible flu. Dani has been trying to get in touch with her best friend, Zoe Cartwright. It's Dani's birthday and she and her boyfriend Cam have plans to celebrate at the local pub. News of a student's death from the flu creates tension and concern at the festivities.
KEEP READING: I'm intrigued by this plot. We have characters going about their regular lives as a horrible flu virus makes its way through Seattle and other parts of the United States. There's the unknown with Dani trying to reach her best friend, Zoe, to no avail; the sudden turn for the worse Callie takes that ramps up the tension; and the boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic between Cam and Dani.
Dani's email and texts make her sound a bit immature. She also seems more self-centered than the usual twenty-something; especially when you consider she's closer to thirty than twenty. Though I couldn't sympathize as much with her as I would like (poor me, my birthday is ruined by this horrible flu thing), I still feel her keeping her routine normal makes sense. Since the full impact of the virus isn't yet known to the characters, they would be going about their day-to-day lives just trying to avoid being sick.
I'm curious to see how things move along, so I would keep reading for a while to figure out if I like Dani more.
File Size: 852 KB
Print Length: 494 pages
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 0615719740
Publisher: L2 Books (February 21, 2013)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Language: English
ASIN: B00BJDUBLU
After the Ending Tour Schedule
Monday, May 6th
Author interview at Blogcritics
Tuesday, May 7th
Author interview at The Dark Phantom Review
Wednesday, May 8th
First chapter review at A Little Bit of Spice
Thursday, May 9th
Book spotlight at Between the Covers
Friday, May 10th
Guest post and giveaway at The Busy Mom’s Daily
Saturday, May 11th
Book review at Doing Dewey
Monday, May 13th
Book review at Must Read Faster
Tuesday, May 14th
Guest post at Literarily Speaking
Wednesday, May 15th
Author interview at Examiner
Thursday, May 16th
Book review at Deco My Heart
Friday, May 17th
Book review at Reading Rebel
Monday, May 20th
Guest post and giveaway at Tribute Books Reviews & Giveaways
Tuesday, May 21st
Book spotlight at The Writer’s Life
Wednesday, May 22nd
Author interview at The Book Connection
Thursday, May 23rd
Author interview at As the Pages Turn
Friday, May 24th
Guest post at Lori’s Reading Corner
Tuesday, May 28th
Book review at The Library at the End of the Universe
Wednesday, May 29th
Book review at Not Now…Mommy’s Reading
Friday, May 31st
Author interview at Pump Up Your Book
TBD: Debut Author Feature at Night Owl Romance
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Book Spotlight: The Wait for Red Roses by Larion Wills
Imposter Curt would convince Cindra he was her husband long enough to turn the tables on the man paying him to fool her and gain even more.
Cindra knew the instant she saw Curt she still wanted him no matter what he’d done. Follow Cindra’s struggles to salvage the life she’d made for herself, not let him back into her life or heart, not to trust or succumb to the charms of a man changed too much, and to stay alive while she learns why Curt left her, and why he disappeared.
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Curt sat on the side of the bed with an icepack on his crotch, not real happy with Bolwin. What Bolwin had to say didn’t make him any happier.
“I told you the class of woman she is,” he said in a bored tone.
“You also said I could use the input I’d get from her to convince the family.”
“That was not exactly what I said. I said she would be a good proving ground.”
Curt snorted. “You better hope they don’t know him as well as she does. She suspects I’m not Curtis.”
“Why? What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. She said I look different. Wonder why?”
“It’s been five years.”
“She also picked up on the left-handedness almost immediately. Whether she bought the excuse or not, I don’t know.”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t be around her any more than necessary now. If she figures out what we’re up to, she’ll demand some kind of compensation for cooperating.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something? I haven’t gotten her to sign those papers, yet.”
“Have you even told her they were never divorced?”
“No.” He wasn’t about to tell her what he was there for. She’d kick his ass out before he could put his own plans into action.
“It might be better if I handle things now. We do know she has no intention of accepting him back. I’ll draw up the new papers and take them to that shop of hers.”
“Whether you like it or not, I can’t stay away from her. If I back off now, with her suspecting me, she’s very likely to go to them with her suspicions. As for the divorce, I wouldn’t advise you going to her, either. Just a little too much to do with his family, and she doesn’t feel too kindly toward them.”
He hoped she didn’t. He hoped he shifted enough of the blame for Curtis’ obnoxious behavior onto the old man to ease some of her anger at Curtis.
“You better not be getting any ideas of your own, John. If you fuck this up for me, I guarantee you’ll pay for it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said and disconnected. He had a lot of ideas of his own. Figuring out how to put any of them into effect was the problem.
Before Bolwin could dial back, Curt dialed another number. “Cooled off enough to talk to me?”
“No,” Cindra answered and hung up.
He turned the cell phone off to avoid anymore calls from Bolwin and eased himself back on the bed, unzipping his pants as he moved. The motel phone rang before he could get settled. Cindra didn’t give him time to even say hello.
“What kind of court thing?”
“Thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”
“I’m not. I’m asking a question.”
“Fine line.”
She hung up. He called her back. Not giving her a chance to even say hello and making things up as he went along, he told her, “They can attempt to break the trust. One way would be to prove I’m not competent to take control.”
“Since you haven’t had anything to do with the company for eight years, that shouldn’t be hard to do.”
“Incompetent, not inexperienced, and once I sobered up, I started studying finance. I’ll have a year to prove myself before they can even start anything.”
“You never told me any of that because?”
“I didn’t want you to worry about it.”
“You’re so considerate,” she drawled nastily.
“I said I didn’t handle it right.”
“So why are you telling me now?”
“First, so you’d know why I acted like such an ass, and second,” he took a deep breath and rushed out the next words, “as my wife you?”
“Ex-wife,” she corrected sharply.
Mentally holding his breath, he told her, “Wife. We were never divorced.”
“I signed all those nice papers your lawyer brought me.”
“I didn’t. They were never filed.” Dead silence came from the other end of the line. “Cin?”
“We are not divorced?” she asked in a whisper.
“I never signed them.” Partial truth, partial lie, Curtis disappeared before the lawyer could ever give them to him, something the family never knew until the old family retainer died. When Bolwin took over, he’d found the unsigned papers. “They weren’t my idea, Cin. That was the old man’s doing. I planned on coming back for you once I got settled somewhere.” He added meekness to his voice. “Things never worked out right until now.”
Cindra exploded. “For Christ’s sake, Curt, what if I’d gotten married again?”
“You’d have been a bigamist,” he quipped before saying seriously, “I hoped you never got involved with someone else for the same reason I haven’t.”
“You knew you weren’t divorced,” she retorted. “I didn’t.”
“I never stopped loving you, Cin.”
“Don’t, please, just don’t,” she moaned and hung up.
Release March 29, 2013
Words 57819
Pages 212
ISBN 978-1-77127-296-4
Price $5.50
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Saturday, May 4, 2013
Book Spotlight: A Warrior for the Moon by Dana Littlejohn
Rubani, the God of War, leads the people of Buganda in an assault to protect their land against the Zincka. During the campaign, he receives valuable advice from the goddess of the moon that leads to his victory. Rubani becomes enchanted by her beauty and intellect. Is there a way to convince the goddess to be his, even though they only spoke once to each other?
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Before her hand grazed lower, Jasiri blinked his eyes and his shirt disappeared. Her hand glided across his bare chest. Dunia gasped softly, giggled, and then continued to explore his torso, purposely teasing his nipples as she did. Her long fingernails circled both until the centers of his flat bronzed discs stiffened, hard like pebbles. Jasiri moaned. Their eyes met briefly before he took her hand away from its task and kissed it.
“Indeed it has, beautiful Dunia. Have you forgotten me in our time apart?” he teased.
“Oh, no, Jasiri. It has not been that long,” she answered with a laugh.
“Perhaps after tonight I will be blessed with your attendance more often.”
“That would depend on why you seek to see me now, Jasiri.”
Jasiri spun her so she faced away from him then pulled her body into his.
“Do not presume to know me so well, beautiful Dunia. Maybe I just wanted to be in the company of one as lovely as you.”
“So I am wrong, Jasiri? You have called upon me for companionship only this evening?” she asked with a chuckle.
Jasiri muffled his laughter as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
“That is indeed my intent although I must confess to another motive as well.”
“Mmm hmm, and what might that be?”
“I need a favor.”
“A favor?” she asked removing his hands from around her. “What would the Supreme God of Buganda need from Mother Earth that he could not do for himself?” she asked over her shoulder.
He brushed his lips just beneath her ear and spoke softly. “That which I have to ask is something only you can do my beautiful goddess.”
“Hmm, I am curious to know what that is, Jasiri. Ask your favor.”
Jasiri kissed her shoulder. “My brother has fallen for your daughter, the Goddess of the Moon. Not only has he done me a great service, but he is my brother and I would like to see him happy.” He placed another peck on her ear. “He thinks she can do that. Can you convince Luneria to take him for her husband?”
Dunia pushed herself out of his embrace and turned on him. Her playful smile vanished.
“No, Jasiri, I cannot. I do not dictate who will be the mates of my children. They choose their own lovers, whoever pleases them whether he is a human or a god.”
“I was under the impression that it was prophesied by you, before the goddess of the sun was even born, who her mate would be.”
“You are well informed, Jasiri. However, Solarion was destined to be hers at birth. Takasa had to make the final decision to accept him. I must give Luneria the same choice.”
“Now, wait, wait, wait. I’m not asking you to do that.” Jasiri pulled her back into his arms.
“There is no prophecy foretold for her or Nyota. I will not choose for her or Nyota when their time comes,” she continued.
”I’m not asking you to choose Rubani for her, but surely you can sway the odds in his favor somehow.”
“Jasiri, you are asking me to interfere with my children’s lives in ways that I promised I wouldn’t. They must be in charge of whom they spend eternity with,” she forced out, trying to catch her breath as Jasiri continued his trail of tender kisses.
Although Dunia protested his words, Jasiri recognized that his actions were welcomed. Talking became difficult as she began to enjoy his kisses more and more.
“Darling Dunia, I understand your plight and would never ask you to do something you have agreed not to do. But, my sweet, are you telling me you cannot do anything to help my brother at all?”
He pressed his body to hers so she could feel his passion rising for her. He slid his hands over her luscious body as he breathed his words against her ear.
“Surely you, her wise and beautiful mother, can influence her decision just a little. My brother is worthy of your daughter and he would make her happy.”
His butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulders seemed to help persuade her of his words.
“Well, I could speak with her and tell her how wonderful your brother is,” she said breathlessly. “But what will you do for me, my handsome Jasiri?”
Release March 29, 2013
Words 10765
Pages 60
ISBN 978-1-77127-285-8
Price $2.50
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Friday, May 3, 2013
Book Spotlight: Masked Hearts by Sarah Cass
Minnie Woodward lives a lie. After barely surviving the Bear River Massacre she’s lived in the white world of her guardian Mister Rawlins, her life debt keeping her tied there. The last thing she needs is Roy’s attempts to gain her favor. Her fate’s sealed. She’s never believed in hope, and not even Roy can make her start.
Roy Ornum saves Minnie every night in the traveling Wild West show. The job he took to break his gambling habit brought him a new addiction – her. He knows she doesn’t want to be rescued, but maybe he does. She’s the key to a past he lost, one he wants to find again.
As the two grow closer old wounds are reopened and their burgeoning trust is shattered. When lives hang in the balance of their choices they’ll need to work together. Otherwise everything will be lost before hope can be found.
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"You’re bleeding,” he muttered in her ear. “Did they really hurt you?”
“What?” She had heard him over the cheers, but feigned deafness to the ridiculous question. The Cheyenne wouldn’t dare harm her.
“You’re bleeding,” he repeated. The moment the yells grew quieter his hold loosened. Fresh air filled her lungs, but he didn’t let her get far. “Right here.”
She winced at the touch of his finger to her temple. The blood he showed her caused enough concern that she had to hide her frown. “I’m fine. The pins probably stuck me again. Let me down.”
“Not a chance. Rawlins doesn’t like you wandering free in an army camp. I’m to take you home.”
The kindness in his brown eyes both soothed and terrified her. Danger lived in the hope such kindness sparked. She turned her focus to the vibrant colors of the ‘Rawlins Wild West Show’ sign tied to the tent. “There’s no home. It’s a wagon.”
“Fine. Then I’ll take you back to the wagon and keep you safe. He’s having the boys do their tricks. Should keep the soldiers distracted for a while.”
“Makes no difference.” Minnie pushed against him, trying to sit of her own volition. “The moment I change out of this costume and show my true self my virtue is in jeopardy. It’s the only thing the Mister cares to protect.”
“Well, I’m concerned with protecting everything.”
“And I have no need for your concern or protection.”
“So you’ve told me.”
She shoved aside his arm and jumped off the moving horse. After a brief stumble she righted herself and lifted her chin.
“You’re a stubborn woman.”
“You’re a thick-headed man. I don’t want you to follow me.”
“I’m under orders.” The horse didn’t move from her side, but he didn’t dismount. “Before you ask, yes I do follow them. Rawlins paid my debts, I owe him.”
Exactly. He didn’t care to do this—and for that matter neither did she. Or at least she shouldn’t. No white man would see her as anything more than property.
“Minnie?”
“What?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Are you under orders to?”
The thud of his feet sounded just behind her, and she knew he’d dismounted. The soft clomps of the horse ceased a moment later. “No. This is me asking. I want to ask.”
She stopped, not daring to look over her shoulder. “Then no.”
“At least let me make sure you’re not bleeding no more.”
“I can check my own head. I told you, it’s the pins.” She ran the last ten yards to the wagon and climbed inside fast. With a slam of the door the whole wagon shook. The small room in the show wagon afforded her a cot, a vanity, and a closet. Her trunk shoved in a corner completed it.
With a sigh she dropped onto the cot and stared into the mirror. A faint trickle of blood still lingered at her left temple. It clung to the pale makeup with ferocity. Several more pins scraped her head when she ripped off the thick blond wig. A long black braid tumbled down her back. She wrinkled her nose and tossed aside the mass of fake blonde hair.
Before she could grab her handkerchief a knock echoed in the room. “Go away.”
“Brought you water. To clean off the makeup.”
Did he always have to be so nice? She stared at the pale features reflected in the mirror. If the sight of the pale makeup didn’t sicken her she’d send him right off. Then again. “Just leave it. I’ll get it in a minute.”
“Minnie.”
“Please, Roy. You must stop pestering me.” She yanked open the door, glad to see he’d at least removed the military garb. In the simple outfit he wore and the dim lamplight he looked less like one of the evil men that destroyed her true family so many years ago at Bear River. Less like one of the soldiers that left her with nothing but scars and Mister Rawlins.
“I just want to talk. I can’t read, and I got no one else to talk to.” His lip pulled up in a half smile that made him seem—almost acceptable. The pitcher of water lingered in his hands. “Please.”
“Give me the water.” She poured it into the basin, dipping her handkerchief.
The moment she started to wipe off the makeup his grin grew. “You look better without that stuff. Why do you let him put you through that? I mean, I know why I’m doing this, but what about you?”
“The story’s too long and not your business.” Fast as she could, Minnie cleaned the white off her face. Bronze skin emerged, the same color as her attackers on stage. The very savages the audience cheered the destruction of in the plays.
Under all the makeup beat the heart of a Shoshone—though a weak heartbeat now that she’d been in this show so long. Some days she couldn’t remember her own mother, the family and life she’d had before this white world had intruded.
A familiar twist of her heart threatened her calm demeanor. She slammed her hand on the table, almost relieved at Roy’s startled jump. “Don’t stare at me. Go away. I have no desire to talk to a white man.”
“You don’t talk to the other Indian’s neither.”
“Of course I don’t. They aren’t like me.”
“How so?”
She clenched her jaw. “Go away.”
“Please. What kind of Indian are you?”
“One that hates all white men.” She slammed the door in his face. Heart pounding in her chest, she flopped down face first in her pillow. What she wouldn’t give for it to be true.
Or for some other explanation as to why she didn’t hate Roy. Why she wanted to answer his questions when she didn’t with anyone else.
She was lonely. That had to be it.
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Sarah Cass’ world is regularly turned upside down by her three special needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers; dabbling in horror, straight fiction and urban fantasy. She loves historicals and romance, and characters who are real and flawed, so she writes to understand what makes her fictional people tick. And she lives for a happy ending – eventually. And enough twists to make it look like she enjoys her title of Queen of Trauma Drama a little too much.
An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible; she may emerge scarred, but always stronger. The rhythms to her activities drive her words forward, pushing her through the labyrinths of the heart and the nightmares of the mind, driving her to find resolutions to her characters’ problems.
While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpse into her life and art. You can most often find her popping out her 140 characters in Twitter speak, and on Facebook.
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