*ahem*
Gather 'round, children:
(because some of us have no shame)
In the 1800s, Olga Elga is the savvy, stunning saloon owner who, on the advice of her best friend Satan, dares to give love one more chance. When Pete Tzinski rides into town on the rails of the new railroad, his smile steals our heroine's heart - but his holster is loaded with a secret that could blast away her livelihood!
Can Olga trust a man who may ultimately destroy her? Will Pete choose business or pleasure before his secret is revealed? Saddle up for love, passion and humor!
Olga and Pete meet and the tension begins!
Olga had to admit he was a rather attractive man, neatly attired in denim and leather. She scanned his athletic frame and stopped at an arresting pair of
green eyes peeking out beneath a rather large cowboy hat, set atop
red hair. The stranger approached the bar, wearing a smoldering smile across a handsomely rugged jaw.
"What can I do for you?" she said coolly. "What's your specialty," he flirted, leaning against the bar, flashing his big
greens.
"Sarcasm," was the sharp reply. "Care for a double?"
Olga had spent the morning cleaning the saloon's eaves troughs and was feeling filthy, embarrassed and annoyed all at the same time. She was in no mood for flirtation.
Put in his place,
Pete cleared his throat and introduced himself as
Pete Tzinski, a foreman with the Grand Humber railroad. "Ma'am, just call me
Pete," he said, trying to make amends.
"Well the
guy you're looking for? The hotel manager? That's me. I'm also the owner,
Olga Elga," she said coolly, giving a little and extending her hand.
So distracted was
Olga by her conversation with
Pete that she had forgotten
Satan awaited her return on the other side of the kitchen door. Her friend leaned against the stove, arms folded with an amused grin on her lips. With a concerned look barely masking a huge smirk,
Satan asked, "What's that in your eye?"
Olga stopped and blinked her
black eyes - she didn't seem to have anything in her eye, but before she could reply
Satan broke in with a smile. "I think it's a twinkle!"
"Did you listen to our entire discussion?"
Olga scolded.
"Well, yeah,"
Satan replied.
After
Satan took care of one of the saloon's patrons, the two old friends gossiped in the kitchen about the evening's events.
"He's okay if you like that type,"
Satan said.
"Oh, you still see
Pete as that type?"
"No, a different type now," she elaborated. "Y'know, the charming, handsome, gentlemanly type. You're right. I think I've changed my mind. I want him for myself now!" They chuckled youthfully and
Olga felt the heat rise in the kitchen or did she just blush?
Olga and Pete - a late night surprise
Pete was completely distracted by the vision before him.
Olga stood against a tree, the breeze blowing her robe open exposing her thin cotton nightdress, making it clear there was little or
nothing between her haloed body and the white fabric.
Olga suddenly became very conscious of that same fact. The combination of the cool breeze, her moment of fright and the excitement of a man's forbidden gaze made her skin tingle and her breasts strain against her night shirt. In the shadows she could not see his eyes drift over her shapely body, but she could feel them just the same.
"Are you cold?"
Pete said, breaking the awkward silence. He removed his overcoat and carried it to
Olga, the moonlight reflecting majestically off her
silver hair.
"Yes, thank you," she replied. Her hands were cold but there was a warmth building from within. Every other part of her body seemed confused by the circumstances...
