~I would Like to thank Tracey West and Road to Romance for this
wonderful interview and for featuring Trojan Gold as one of
their featured books for the month of April.
Sheila N. Eskew AKA Sultry Summers
Sheila N. Eskew ~~~ RTR Interview with Tracey West ~~~ April 2005 ~~~
Sheila N. Eskew, aka Sultry Summers, aka Orange Blossom…confused yet? <g> No need to be, this talented author is
bustling with excitement. It’s an exciting time for this author, her first release with Venus Press recently came out, and
she has at least three upcoming stories scheduled for release so far in 2005.
Let’s sit back and get to know this lady of many names and find out a bit about each pseudonym shall we…
Welcome to The Road to Romance Sheila!!
SE ~ Thank you Tracey, for that great introduction.
TW – Tell us a bit about yourself Sheila. Home, family, how long you have been writing.
SE ~ I live in sunny Florida on the east coast not too far from the Atlantic, I've been married for 33 years, yes to the
same guy, and have a beautiful, 17 year old daughter. I've written since I was in second grade, however, I didn't know
it - give you something to think about. LOL
TW – Had you always wanted to be a writer?
SE ~ No! I was always highly interested in science, I grew up watching NASA launch things into space - I wanted to be
an astronaut or a marine biologist. But all the time, from about 8th grade, I wrote stories in a private notebook(s) and
kept them well hidden and to myself. My mother, to whom I was very close, didn't know I wrote. Looking back, I use to
hear the Beatles "Paperback Writer" and would sing along with a lot of conviction, now I know why. When my Mom
became ill about twenty years ago, I gave her a real rough draft of a romance manuscript I had written - just to give her
something to do. She loved it, (typical mother - no - if it had been bad she would have told me that right out) that was
when I knew, but I didn't actively attempt to publish until about three years ago.
TW – What is the first thing you ever wrote?
SE ~ Actually, I should have known then, but who knows these things in 2nd grade? LOL I wrote a small booklet on the
habits of sea creatures. It won an award and I had to stand up in front of a room full of newspaper reports and read it to
them. I think it scared me out of writing for a while, and too, I think I again leaned toward the science end, instead of
the writing. The first romance story I ever wrote was a short story called Aramine. Sort of a Harem girl and Sheik thing
set in the desert of Arabia.
TW – What is your favourite book of all time? Favourite author? Was there one particular author or story that inspired
you to be a writer?
SE ~ The Wolf and The Dove by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, and (hey I'm a Gemini - I get two) Dune - by Frank Herbert -
Both of these stories inspire me - I love Paranormal Romance.
TW – What is your process to writing? Do you fly by the seat of your pants and just write? Do you outline your
story/characters first then sit and write? Do you use mood music, candles or anything?
SE ~ Idea, development, character development then I start writing. I rarely outline in a formal manner. I feel too
restricted, if I am writing an expository piece then I outline, but for fiction, no. I will write a rough draft just to get the
general plot down then expand it, generally though, I tend to cross between that and the seat of my pants. I often listen
to music, because I was injured and do not sit well for long periods in a regular chair, I use a laptop and sit on the bed
with lots of pillows and a lap desk. This will change somewhat when all the damage done by the storms from the
summer is completed and my bedroom becomes my sitting/work room. I also often write in the bathtub. LOL
TW – Your first book with Venus Press, under your pseudonym of Sultry Summers, was Gift of the Nightflyer, a
Paranormal Romance (Vampire). What can you tell us about this story and how you came up with the idea to do this
vampire story?
SE ~ Yes - but this book has a very long history - however I think you'll want the short version.
The idea for the Count came from a well-known surgeon I had the unfortunate privilege to deal with.
He was once a great doctor but he totally fell from "Grace".
TW – What can you tell us about the characters, Jamie, Count Maganoff, Leslie, Margaret…
a vast array of characters, what is the story behind each one? Is there a primary, as well as a secondary romance
within this story?
SE ~ The story developed around the Count's downward fall from being a benevolent fief Count to a Vampire Count -
when he was Gifted by Lady Leslie, a beautiful female vampire who felt by changing him - giving him immortality, she
had given him a gift. He didn't feel that way. He only wanted a family, which he had lost a year previously and he hoped
to regain by marring Leslie - that was before he became a vampire. Shortly after he became a vampire a young
Scottish couple, the wife almost ready to deliver their first child, were stranded on the Count's land. He fell in love with
the wife (Margaret) but still having some morals would not harm the couple and forbid Lady Leslie who he considered
his "wife" to harm them either. Jamie (Jr) is the child of the couple - but to prevent Margaret from going into early labor
the Count gently bites her twice, only drawing a sip of her blood to transfer the calming affect of his bite to her.
She, however does deliver early and is dying - of course there is only one solution, he loves her and doesn't want her
to die. But there are other factors and other characters that play into the story, Lady Leslie, Jamie Sr. and Lady
Leslie's servant the young and handsome Carloff, who is in love with Leslie. Yes there are two other romances in this
short Novella, all of which are still uncompleted at the end awaiting the sequel.
TW – How graphic – sexual/sensual are most of your stories Sheila? Gift of the Nightflyer included. What should
readers expect of that element in your story(stories)?
SE ~ Gift of the Nightflyer is graphic, sexually. When Sultry writes she writes erotica.
When I do pen the sequel, well it is basically there, but when it is published, and I do not know when that will be, yet. It
will finish the story in modern times completing the questions of what happens between Carloff and Lady Leslie and the
Count who thinks he has killed Lady Leslie, and the big question of what happens to Jamie Jr. if he was affected by
those bites his Mom received before he was born. Of course, his Mom is with the Count now, so she is still in the
picture as well.
TW – Just released at Venus Press, is Atlantis Vortex, under your own name – Sheila N. Eskew. What can you tell us
about this paranormal/fantasy story?
SE ~ Get READY ! This is not your average quick romance. It builds.
There is a lot of adventure, intrigue, some mystery and yes there is some hot romance,
though it is not erotica, it is hot. The book does some twists and turns, and will,
I've been told, keep your attention. I think it's great but then I would.
This is a special book and is involved - don't skip a page!
TW – Can you tell us a bit about the characters in Atlantis Vortex?
SE ~ My heroine is Jessica - Tall, long dark red hair, young archaeologist - fresh out of college - but she is haunted by
a dive accident she and her family were saved from. She is gutsy, speaks her mind, doesn't take orders well from
anyone, especially men but she is reasonable. My hero- Xerxes- is exceptionally tall, blonde, muscular and the High
Lord of Atlantis - who by the way hasn't a problem being a sensitive guy. He saved Jessica and her family from the dive
accident that she is haunted by some years before the story starts. There are several other important characters,
Pericles - and his squad of Marines/ from Atlantis - that are undercover to watch out for Jessica - sent by Xerxes.
Xerxes brother, Ainu, the High Lord of Pacifica - both Atlantis and Pacifica are underwater worlds and exist under
pressure domes. My villain is Marcus, and a more manic lunatic you really wouldn't want to meet. He wants to rule
Atlantis and will do what ever it takes to do so. While he stirs his plots to take over and risks the security and peace of
Atlantis - Jessica is busy trying to unearth a pyramid she has found in Lake Okeechobee (the big Lake you see on the
map of Fla.) this pyramid will lead to Atlantis. So of course, Xerxes has to stop her, which is ok by him, he wants her in
Atlantis as his wife anyway. Marcus wants her dead. Other things are in the mix, Aztecs who want to sacrifice Jessica in
the middle of a hurricane to their pagan god, Aliens who are hanging around Atlantis, Hammerhead sharks, terrorists.
FBI agents who are always a minute behind what is happening. The last few chapters get really tense and Jessica's life
is hanging by a thread.
TW – Atlantis Vortex is rated Cupid – more of a sensual rating. This is a change from the rating in Gift of the Nightflyer.
Was the writing experience much different, while taming down the sexual scenes?
SE ~ Not a problem, Sheila writes Romance - Sultry writes erotica - I don't have a problem going either way. Sometimes
I will tone down if I'm writing as myself. Generally, when I write as Sultry, I write shorter - Sheila writes longer more
involved plots.
TW – Do you write the love scenes as you are writing the story, or do you go back, adding it in?
SE ~ I write them as I go, the first draft gets them written in - I may, as I guess most authors do, when they go over the
piece add, subtract or change the scene a bit.
TW – What can you tell us about another of your upcoming stories, under the pseudonym of Sultry Summers, Planet of
Veils? When is the tentative release date for this story?
SE ~ Oh Veils, may see some changes nothing major, it is a hot piece,
some may see it as a negative BD/SM but it isn't meant to be,
it does show what a sadistic dom. could be like - but she was meant to be the protagonist -
can't have a nice protagonist. The hero is a hunk who is a true hero.
TW – Will you have sequels to any of these stories mentioned above?
SE ~ OH yea - Gift of the Nightflyer has a sequel. Atlantis Vortex does and it is already past rough and titled Vortex in
Time so you know that goes back in time. Actually Vortex in Time is as adventurous as Atlantis Vortex is and possibly a
bit warmer.
TW – How long does it usually take you to write a story?
SE ~ That’s hard to say and it depends on the story. Atlantis Vortex took a long time. Marcus would not conform and
gave me a terrible time. He had a mind of his own. Almost had to get a whip out for that man.
TW – You also have a Sons of Zeus story, one of Venus Press’ exciting new line, Trojan Gold. What would you like to
share about this upcoming story?
SE ~ <G> Sure, there are those who really would like to know.
It is about Troy. I won't say what time period.
PLEASE NOTE: This is an old interview - TROJAN GOLD is now published by Whiskey Creek Press
and has been re-edited. www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid - OUT JANUARY 2010
TW – What drew you to Venus Press, to submit your stories?
SE ~ Several things. I liked their look! I liked the professional way that the Press presented itself to me as an author
and the respect with which their officers have treated me. I am a new author, novice really, and they treat me as
though I were as special as one of the well-established authors. Their cover art is great - Trojan Gold is my first book I
to have a real cover model.
TW – How has your experience with the staff and other authors, as well as readers, been at Venus Press?
SE ~ As I said, it has been great. I've had the officers and staff in my chats as officers, staff and authors. They are
wonderful. They show up for their author's chats to support them and that is so important to the author when they see
their publisher come into the room and they are there for them. It means a lot to an author to have that kind of
support. It shows the readers that the author's publisher cares that much about their authors to take the time to be
there as well.
TW – What do you think readers would be surprised to discover about you?
SE ~ Gee? I think the biggest shock would be- I saved a four and half foot alligator from death by slipping a rope
around him. Got lucky really - and caught him behind his front legs then pulled him out of a Lime Slurry pond. That
happened when I was a Water Plant Operator for the City of Okeechobee about 20 years ago. So I can honestly say I
wrestled an alligator. LOL It was really an adventure at the time - I couldn't do it now though, I was very strong then but
that was before I was injured.
TW – Why do you write under two different names? Is it because some of your books are more graphic than others,
which one pseudonym will be identified for, and the other as a “tamer” side?
SE ~ You basically answered that. When I wrote Gift of the Nightflyer it was an erotic piece and I did want to use a
more erotic sounding name, different from my "real" name.
I do have another Romance - Three Moons Rising that I published three years ago myself through iUniverse - I didn't
submit it to any publisher, I do not wait well and I just wanted it out. In hind-sight I wish I had waited, but hind sight is
always better <g> I wanted to separate the Romance from the erotica.
TW – Do you have many manuscripts/stories waiting to be published? Will you be submitting more works to Venus
Press in the future?
SE ~ I have many manuscripts that are in stages of development, some close enough that I could do the three chapters
and synopsis thing but I usually wait to finish before I do that. And Yes, Venus Press will see more of my works.
TW – What do you hope readers take with them, after reading one of your stories? What do you hope they feel, or
learn?
SE ~ I have a saying, Escapism is the first stage of Imagination! If I can give one reader that escapism from their
everyday life into my imagination or trigger their imagination for a few minutes a day or a few hours - however long they
read at a time, then I've accomplished what I wanted to. I think that is why we all write fiction and why people read it - to
get away from the everyday stress. It is for me. Heck, royalties are great - but like the storytellers of old, I would give it
away. Well even the old storytellers got dinner. <g>
TW – Are you writing anything right now? How many stories might you have for release in 2005?
SE ~ Smile! Oh I've got several things I would like to see out this year, but then as always that depends on the
publishers. I certainly will try. I have two stories in particular, a re-release of Three Moons Rising - I have had people
ask for sequels on that one, and I've got them. I would like to see the sequel for Gift of the Nightflyer out and Vortex In
Time too. Also I have another story that is just a really wonderful out of this world Romance. I tend to write Romances
that are like the old historicals but set in outer space, I haven't crossed over yet into the different species. I guess
that's next.
Some fun….some intimate…
TW – If you could describe yourself in three words, what would they be?
SE ~ Romantic - Intense - Crazy
TW – What song would best describe you/your life?
SE ~ Dust in the Wind - Kansas
TW – Sheila, it’s really no secret, that you are also a reviewer. You are AKA – Orange Blossom at The Romance
Studio. What have you learned about writing from being a reviewer? Do you think it has assisted in some ways to you
writing – going from reviewer (still being a reviewer), to an author?
SE ~ I learned how to write! When a teacher once said in my English class - you learn to write by reading - I remember
it made me mad. I use to hate to read. Always wrote but hated to read. I was "forced" by my mother to read the
Reader's Digest in the summers - I still hate that magazine. Thing was - my teachers told her not to do that - not to
push that I did fine on my own but she wasn't happy with that. LOL In Fla. when I went to school, grammar wasn't
actively taught until the 10th grade. It was sort of a casual thing, "Oh the student will pick it up by reading" that really
isn't true and it has been a real handicap but you do learn the rhythm and tense of writing by reading and also what the
readers want.
TW – Nearly everyone has a bad habit or a pet peeve…do you have any bad habits, or a peeve?
SE~ Yes! When Gift came out under the Swanbeauty label another author used that debut post to promo her book that
had just come out. Tacky - Tacky - and unprofessional. To this day I cannot stand that author. That is my pet peeve,
someone who acts in an impolite or unprofessional manner. Luckily, there are very few authors like that, I've met two,
most of the authors are really the best bunch of people. Helpful, caring, willing to teach and open. As for bad habit, I
am highly disorganized.
TW – What interests do you have outside of writing? Hobbies?
SE ~ I love to ride a bicycle, (use to ride motorcycles in the dirt) - snorkel, garden,- embroidery and sewing but for the
last three years I haven't done much of the last two because I've been manic about writing.
TW – Is there anything else you would like to add that we have not covered, Sheila?
SE ~ I would like to thank all the authors who have helped me, Tina Pavlic, Maria O. Perry, Mari LaCroix, Deb Nichols,
Kim Burton, Rae Monet, J.J. Massa - gosh, there are so many more and I don't want the other to get mad at me for not
mentioning them. LOL
TW – Where can readers contact you?
SE ~ waterwit44@bellsouth.net or sheila@theromancestudio.com or diamerald2002@yahoo.com any one of those
three should get me. I hope then of course my web site is http://www.sqpens.com/
TW – In closing, could we maybe have a small excerpt from one of your stories?
SE ~ Sure How about one from Atlantis Vortex - this is Jessica's first night in Atlantis and Just to show you what a really
great guy Xerxes is and how much willpower the High Lord of Atlantis has ------
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“Why would you lure me here?” Jessica finally asked, knowing the answer to that question before she asked.
“After you found the clues, you would have found us. As you will see in the next few weeks, I could not allow that to
happen. It was either led you here or….”
“Or what? Others know.” Then the or what made sense. “Oh God, you wouldn't!” She stood and stared at him. “You
said Bruce was okay. What has happened to the others? Have you?” She could not say it. “You said I would not like
the answers. Have you - killed them?” she accused. Maybe it was the wine, or the exhaustion or the depth, maybe all
three, but she suddenly rushed him.
Never did Xerxes think she would have come to such a conclusion, “NO!” He caught her by both wrists before she
could strike him. Spinning her around, the smell of her filling his senses, he crossed her arms in front across her
breasts and held her back against his chest. Xerxes was amazed at how strong she was. Subdued, he spun her back
suddenly to face him, leaving her dizzy. “Jessica, NO! STOP fighting me," he pulled her against his chest abruptly
pushing the air from her, this time their faces inches apart.
His closeness was suddenly draining, his strength sapping what little she had in reserve. The strange eyes that had
haunted her for so long were mesmerizing. His lips touched hers, she fought, but she was so weak. His will was
sapping hers, taking her into himself. Her eyes closed, blotting out the reality of her situation, his lips, like a drug,
gently moving over her mouth; finally he released her.
“Oh,” she sobbed, “what have you done?” he eased her onto the couch, aware she could no longer stand.
“Jessica just listen to me,” Xerxes pleaded gently, sitting next to her, pulling her close. “No one has been harmed. I
promise you, that is why you were the only one given the maps. All the Artifacts, and the copies, are now recovered,
and safely here in Atlantis. Your Marine Captain Curtis is an Atlantian. Only the metal maps are not here, they have
now dissolved, as I designed them to. You are the only one who knows. Atlantis' security is safe, your friend is safe,
but here you must stay. What is here is enough to keep you occupied for ten lifetimes,” Jessica heard him say. Her
eyes remained closed, her world spinning, her body shaking. Xerxes held her close, trying to comfort her.
She remembered his rescuing her during the hurricane. His arms felt so secure, so easy just to relax and… Sudden
anger fired deep inside of her! He had tricked her; he had used her, frightening her. Concern for her parents came to
mind, they would believe she was dead, and there wasn't any way to tell them differently.
Xerxes was concerned, her face was so pale, but the thought of Jessica's lips was overpowering. Again, he covered
her lips with his own, though she weakly fought him. He gently held her in his arms, despite her struggles that became
weaker.
"Never will I allow a man to have control over me!" Jessica told Xerxes. "And what have you done? You have watched
me, then kidnapped me, and imprisoned me. Now you ask me to trust you?"
“Don't fight me, you are mine now, and safe. You must listen to what I have told you, and what more I must explain,”
Xerxes told her, trying to assure Jessica she was safe and what he had done, he did out of necessity.
“NO! I belong to no man, never! No man owns me. Not one who would trick me as you have,” Jessica protested and
resisted, pushing him away.
“Yes Jessica, I claimed you before I came to your camp that night. It was either that or have you killed because you
had found the entrance. But, no one else! Even Bruce is safe. But you dear Jessica, know far too much, and are far
too smart, to be allowed to go free, and I abhor killing. To waste a life such as yours I will not do. Is your life lived here,
and with me not worth that of the others?”
“I do not want to stay here! I will not stay with you! You do not have the right to make that decision!” Jessica declared
despite the attraction she felt for Xerxes. Here was the man who haunted her dreams, who appeared at her tent that
night at the dig and saved her from a horrible death from the Aztecs. He aroused her as no man ever had before. He
made her blood run hot with his look alone. His touch sent molten fire through her breasts to ignite between her legs
making them weak. His affect on her frightened her more than she could comprehend, or understand. There were the
memories, the ones she could remember, and the ones she knew were there, but she couldn't remember. She did owe
him gratitude for saving her life.
Xerxes pinned her by the shoulders beneath him, against the pillows of the couch. “I did not ask what you wanted
Jessica! I told you what you would do! Here in this world, I am the authority, my word is law,” his voice commanded all
the power he controlled. “Jessica I have watched you, I will not see you killed just because you are willful and will not try
to adjust to a different life - a life that is just as rich as the upper-world, and yes I do have that right,” Xerxes' patience
was running thin, his desire for her barely controllable evidenced in the timbre of his voice.
“I have parents, family that are grieving because of this,” Jessica's voice came out in a hoarse objection as she
struggled to hold back tears of frustration and fear.
“You knew the risks! So did they! Would you rather they have a real reason to grieve?” Xerxes voice was almost cruel.
“What risks?” Jessica asked flabbergasted.
“Diving has risks,” Xerxes said coldly. “You should know that.” Had she not been as exhausted, frightened and
overwrought, Jessica might have picked up on what he alluded to but the dive accident Xerxes referred to was still
veiled in a drug - clouded mist and it slipped by her tired mind.
“I think I hate you,” Her voice was low and cold.
He looked into her eyes, saw her pain and fear and knew only time and gaining her trust would change it. His
countenance changed, tenderly he drew her close and kissed her ardently, his tongue briefly caressing hers, feeling
the desire she desperately tried to hide from him, “You may want to, but you don't.”
She pushed him away and slapped him, her hand stung. “Bastard!” she said with conviction, and managed to slip from
beneath Xerxes to run from the room. Jessica didn't know to where she ran and found herself in their bedroom. Xerxes
calmly walked in behind her. She spun around to face him, her long hair swirling around her as she turned. “So now
you have me where you want me!”
“We must sleep,” Xerxes smiled kindly.
“I'll take the couch,” Jessica said evenly, her voice harsh. "I would not think of sleeping in your bed."
“Think again Jessica, you will sleep with me,” Xerxes told her firmly.
“No! Never!” Jessica glared at him, her brown eyes again turning cerise.
Calmly he walked to the communicator device and in English so she would understand, ordered the couch in their salon
removed. “Now if you plan to try for the chairs or carpet on the floor, I can also have these things removed as well.”
“Leave the damn couch,” Jessica told him in a growl, “but don't think I'll do more than sleep.”
Xerxes smiled, “For tonight, Jessica, you should sleep after what you have been through today. However, do not count
on the same leniency tomorrow evening,” His smile disappeared and their eyes locked. Xerxes would tolerate no
mercy with her again. She would know her master's touch.
Jessica could see his appetite and hunger for her clearly in his eyes. Desire! Her cheeks flushed, Jessica knew she
desired him too. Xerxes smiled while Jessica heard him cancel the removal of the couch.
With great reluctance, Jessica slid beneath the covers. Her body tired, her mind in turmoil, and her heart near
breaking. Xerxes stretched his powerful body out next to hers. She could feel the power that radiated from him like the
strength that radiated from a great wild beast. Jessica's heart raced and her blood pounded in her temples. She didn't
think she could sleep with him next to her no matter how tired she was.
Jessica had never slept with a man before. There had been many opportunities, but never had a man who sparked the
desire. This man was different. She had no control or influence over him. He was powerful, and had total autonomy
here in his world. She didn't hate him, as she had accused, but she refused to admit any possible love. The odd
sensation he aroused in her must be lust, animal attraction, she thought and refused to give in to it. Staying as far
away from Xerxes as the huge bed would allow, she turned on her side, her back to the High Lord of Atlantis. She tried
to will her exhausted but stimulated body to sleep but every fiber in her was alert, sensitive. Disgusted with herself, her
aroused body traitor to her will, her silk panties wet from this man's nearness and touch, Jessica prayed he would sleep
first. Maybe she'd sneak to the couch, she thought. Then possibly the quick fire racing through her veins would
subside and she could get the sleep she badly needed.
His hand tenderly touched her hip; Jessica jumped nearly tumbling off the edge.
“Jessica, you will fall out of bed if you stay that close to the edge. Move toward the center, I swear, tonight I will let you
sleep,” Xerxes promised with some humor in his voice.
“How magnanimous of you!" Jessica said sarcastically. "Leave me alone and I will sleep,” She heard him laugh at her
bravado. Suddenly, before she could protest, both his muscular arms were around her waist and he pulled her snuggly
against his hard body.
“You may as well learn this now. I am accustomed to my directives being obeyed,” Xerxes whispered firmly in her ear.
His lips brushed her neck and caused her to shiver, her physical need for him caused her to gasp.
Jessica tried to move away, she struggled, “I am unaccustomed to taking orders! Now let me go!” She demanded.
“Sorry, here you stay. Now,” he pulled her even closer, she could feel every inch of his male body against her body,
“close your eyes and go to sleep" his voice dropped to a threatening whisper, "Lest I forget my promise that tonight you
may sleep and do with you what I wish to. Only two thin pieces of fabric and my word of honor stand between what both
our bodies want. Do not push either past the point of tolerance. His hand caressed her hip down over her thigh and
up over her stomach, sending such a strong surge of need through her, Jessica's body came close to compelling her to
turn to him.
Jessica froze. She could tell he desired her. Jessica could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her,
demanding release from his sleeping pants. A slight shaking possessed her and she tried, but she could not still it.
Xerxes breath was on her neck and his lips caressed her. If only to herself she admitted, drawing a deep uneven
breath, she wanted him too. His arms around her made her feel safe as she had the night of the hurricane, so easy to
give in to those feelings. Though, without the strong drug in her system, accompanied by the threat of death from the
Aztecs, those heated emotions his touch evoked terrified Jessica.
“Goodnight,” his voice was throaty with his passion held in strict control.
Jessica lay still, fearful of arousing him further until his quiet snores became even and strong. When she could not find
away to escape his grasp to slip from him, and the confusing emotions he evoked, she was at last lulled by his snores,
combined with her own exhaustion she too slept with Xerxes arm firmly wrapped around her, just beneath her breasts.
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Readers can learn more about Sheila N. Eskew/Sultry Summers books at http://www.sqpens.com/
Sheila can sometimes be found chatting with readers at the Venus Press Chatters Yahoo group. To subscribe to that
loop, send a blank email to VenusPressChatters-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
Thank you so much Sheila for taking the time to visit with us here at The Road to Romance!
Thanks for the interview Tracey - it was my pleasure!
The Road to Romance wishes Sheila N. Eskew/Sultry Summers the best of luck today, tomorrow and always!
