"5 Stars!...The first meeting of Simon and Charles in costume was a total delight. Charles knew who Simon was but, because of the mask, all Simon knew was that Charles was one hunky son-of-a-gun. There’s chemistry here. The flirting and mild dominance/submission play was scorching...For anyone whose heroes have always been cowboys, this story is a must. Well done, Ms. Lorenz."--British Bull Dog, Rainbow Reviews
"This novella is a nice romp, funny, light and sexy..."--Elisa Rolle, LiveJournal.com
"4 Angels!...A delight from the first page to the last. Lynn Lorenz is aware that her cross-dressing hero might put off some readers, and she handles his plight with a deft touch. The scenes where Simon struggles with his feminine side are quite funny, written with a lightness that still manages to treat the subject matter with the respect it deserves. Although the story is humorous and charming, the erotic scenes between Simon and Charles are anything but! Their chemistry sizzles on the page, and these two generate enough heat to scorch a laptop monitor. This is a wonderful story of finding out who you truly are, beneath the layers and disguises we all wear when we're putting on our public face...This is another delightful book that Ms. Lorenz's fans shouldn't miss."--Jazlyn, Fallen Angel Reviews
"4 Stars!...Fun and light. A smexy little romp, there is quite a lot of role-playing and quite a few, if not perhaps unbelievable number of, orgasms along the way...I liked the obvious chemistry between the two men and, although this is very sex-filled, I liked that both protags had interest in making it more...If you’re in the mood for a sexy little light tale with fun role-play at the core, this might be a good choice for you."--Aunt Lynn, Reviews By Jessewave
"4 Hearts!...If the author set out to write a funny, romantic, 'highly sexed up' story, then her goal was accomplished...The characters are funny and engaging and you can picture yourself or a friend doing or saying some of the things they did, making them seem more life like...The story moves smoothly...The sex scenes are quite steamy and explicit...An enjoyable book, good for those long cold winter nights."--Ammie, The Romance Studio
...Charles stood in front of his full-length mirror and struck a pose. His eyes narrowed as he glared at his opponents. He was John Wayne facing off a pack of desperados.
“Do you feel lucky?” he drawled, raising one eyebrow.
No, wait. That was Clint Eastwood.
He shrugged, slapped his hand to the holster, and pulled the toy pistol. It tumbled out of his hand, did a few summersaults, and fell to the floor. He sighed, bent, and retrieved it. He put it back in the holster and tried it again, this time a bit slower.
He slapped leather and the gun slid out, still in his hand.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Got ’em right between the eyes.
He raised the gun barrel to his lips and blew away imagined smoke, then shoved it back into the holster.
“No one accuses me of cheating at poker. No one.” He pushed the cowboy hat back on his head and gave a sharp nod.
Charles laughed. He made a pretty good cowboy, if he did say so himself.
He studied his look in the mirror. He hadn’t shaved in two days, giving the stubble on his chin a rough, yet sexy look.
Damn, he loved the leather chaps. They wrapped his legs like a pair of gloves, leaving just the crotch of his jeans exposed. His gaze focused on the impression of his semi-hard cock.
Okay, he got off on dressing up as a cowboy. It had been his fantasy forever.
“Guilty as charged, Sheriff.”
Now he just had to decide whether to wear a shirt under the vest, or go without one. He peeled off the vest and his shirt, then slipped back into the vest.
Definitely without.
The vest gave a sexy glimpse of his smooth chest, hard pecs, and with the low rider jeans and the chaps, a few hairless inches of skin showed below his navel. Thank God he had an innie and not an outie and thank God he’d been faithful about going to the gym and working out.
Of course, if he’d been a real cowboy, his muscles would have been honed by hard work, chasing cattle, bustin’ broncs, and riding the range, not lifting free weights and running on a treadmill.
Forget the range; he wanted to ride his Pocahontas.
He rubbed his hand over his jeans and the touch merely made him harder.
God, he’d been sporting a boner ever since meeting the guy in the costume shop yesterday. And in a few hours, if Charles’s plan went well, he’d get the chance to do that very thing.
He made a note to thank Francis for inviting him. Charles had only met the hotel owner a few months ago when he’d gone there to talk him into ordering wine from his small distributing company, but Francis had been so open and friendly, Charles had taken to dropping by whenever he’d been in the Quarter.
Now he wondered how Pocahontas knew Francis. An employee maybe? Another casual acquaintance?
Oh, hell. What if he were Francis’s lover?
Now there was a faux pas, if ever he’d seen one.
He’d have to play it safe until he found out what their relationship was, or he’d risk putting his business with Francis in jeopardy.
But outlaws were risk takers. They loved action and danger and living on the edge. If he wanted to be a cowboy, he’d have to break out of his safe zone and take up residence in the wild, wild west...