Bitten by Snake Oil
by Shiloh Saddler
Beyond Fairytales retelling of The Old Man Made Young Again
After the death of his wife, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When a sexy medicine-show man comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but gets erotically vivid dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead. He is bitten by snake oil. Dare he act on his fantasies and at what cost?
Enjoy an extended excerpt…
I stomped the embers out and stuffed the pipe in my coat pocket then headed over to get a closer look at this new man who’d piqued my interest. Standing in line in front of the brightly colored wagon made me think of the last time the circus had been in town. Quite luckily, that evening, I’d found myself a man for the night after the show—a very nimble acrobat. Since he wouldn’t be in town long, he was a good choice. I couldn’t risk my secret urges being known or the good citizens would run me out of town. There was no way I could indulge in my desires with a man from Tumbleweed. I had to take advantage of a rambling stranger.
Peter Saint had drummed up good business, and, as each customer before me took their powder or tonic, I hoped there would be something left for me. The smartly dressed man had climbed down from his platform and stood at the rear of the wagon, reaching for the stock way in the back.
I held my breath, silently admiring his tight backside. His rounded ass would be good to hold on to while I thrust into him hard.
Peter Saint turned around quickly, and his eyes widened a fraction.
My heart forgot how to beat. Fire blazed from my ears down my neck. I cleared my throat and tried my best to look innocent, although I had been caught in the act. With nothing I could say to explain my actions, I stood there, mute.
“Good afternoon, sir,” Mr. Saint said as if being stared as was nothing out of the ordinary. “How can I help you today?”
I groaned. If the man only knew, he wouldn’t have said those words.
“I…uh….” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out what to say. “I’d like to get rid of unwanted feelings,” I murmured. After saying those words, I held my breath.
Not a soul laughed at my problem. Maybe none had heard me.
The medicine-show man nodded. “That will be one dime.”
I already had the dime in my hand and gave it to him in exchange for a bottle of elixir.
“One tablespoon of this will keep those unwanted feelings away. Before each dose, tell the spoon what you wish it to rid from your mind. But be sure they are truly unwanted. Oh, and one more thing—it works best if you are very specific.”
“So one dose will last twenty-four hours, then?”
“Eight hours. It is a difficult elixir to create. Such a powerful miracle is short-lived.”
I tucked the small bottle into my trouser pocket and walked back across the street to my shop.
The bottle looked like it only held eight doses. The cheap miracle had suddenly turned expensive. Several dollars a week to keep from desiring the company of a man for the rest of my life was not practical.
Of course, it likely wouldn’t work, anyway.
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
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