Linda Nightingale's Hot Spanish Nights

Lyn and Sharon are ready for the fiesta planned here at the famous Spanish Xeres Mansion, for after the bullfight. The hot Matador's, Picadors, and Banderilleros, join the Rejoneadors as they strut around in their sexy costumes.The Rejoneador owns his own horses. Usually a string of six or more, intricately trained to respond to his every movement, they learn to avoid the bulls horns and aid their riders. More than once Sharon has pulled Lyn off of some handsome devil she's spied. But,  party time approaches and they are concerned. Mary was assigned to pick the lovely Bianca Swan up.

Despite their telling her to hire a car she insisted on picking Bianca up herself, in a grand Spanish Volante carriage pulled by two Andalusians. Bianca's favorite horse because of it's sleek coat, long mane and flowing tail. She owns her own stallion and rides frequently herself, she has won many classes in dressage, hunting, jumping, Western, you name it, she is an avid horsewoman. But, maybe using Mary to pick her up was a mistake.


"Where are they?" Sharon paces and adjusts her cocktail dress which tends to ride up her grande derriere.

She looks great in blue. Lyn has opted for an Emerald green number, her favorite!
"Oh you worry too much, what could happen?"


"It can't be more then half a mile from where Bianca is staying at Damian's home. Damian and Erica are both here. But no Bianca and Mary. I'm getting woried ."

Lyn tries to cover her feet with the long, flowing, dress, she is wearing, but, those darn hooves just still stick out.


"Lyn, this is Mary we are talking about. Remember when we had her pick up that young author who wrote about the spaceship that picked up a girl and she fell in love with a ... Never mind,  you know she scared the poor young woman to death when she arranged to have the Alien impersonators kidnap her for the roast. Then the time she put the note on my back, 'Yell if you got happy last night', people were yelling at me all darn day! Well all we can do is hope for the best. Oh, my, God, look at what she's done this time!"

Sharon's face turns beet red and she gestures to Oliver as he shakes his head. Mary and Bianca are singing at the top of their lungs. "La kookoo ratcha, la kookoo ratcha," Mary belts out. Bianca sings along.

"Why are they tipsy? Mary doesn't drink?" Sharon looks at Oliver. "I told you so, she's crazy!"

Oliver chuckles and with one on each arm, guides the two tipsy women to the fresh coffee he's just brewed, then goes off to show Damian, who  arrived fresh from the horse fair, where to change into his tux.

Not too much later he returns with Mary and Bianca  "I thought it was fruit juice, turns out they were Margarita's, who knew?"

"Mary pull up your top your balloon boobs are falling out." Sharon quips then cracks up as Mary pushess the offending appendages back into her long, maroon evening dress and looks at Lyn cross eyed.

"Come girls." Bianca grabs them and pulls them with her. "Let's introduce you to Damian and Erica." Damian gracefully takes each of their hands into his and kisses it gently, his warm lips inviting. Lyn passes out and Oliver picks her up before she hits the floor in a swoon.

Dressed in a tux and looking his best, Damian then takes Erica's palm and kisses it, his breath raises goose bumps on her and and she smiles. Shyly she lowers her lush lashes and lifts her gaze to his. Her lovely ethnic dress is unbelievably sexy on her. Electricity seems to fill the air.

The tables are piled high with wonderful authentic ethnic foods. From Paella of all kinds, Gazpacho, Hake, Butifarra, Calamares, stews of many types, and Chuletillas, along with saugsages, cheeses, Migas the air is filled with wonderful smells. The desert tables hold flan, rice pudding, Churro, Pionono, and Tejas sit ready to cater to the sweet tooth of guests.


The beverage table is filled with Sangria, Oruho, Kalimotxo, beer, Aguardiente and juices. Margaritas flow as the waiters make dozens.


Sharon looks around and realizes it's time to start the roast.

She grabs Mary and Lyn and the sister hostess's hug before Sharon announces.

"Welcome, welcome, my friends. To Bianca Swan's party. We are the Author Roast and Toast hostesses and we are here to celebrate the release of Bianca's new romance, 'Hot Spanish Nights'. We hope you all have a a wonderful night right here with us! Please pick up your signed copies at the book table. And Party On everyone!" Cheers and cat calls fill the room as Damian and Erica take to the dance floor. Mary, Lyn and Sharon have done it again.


"Have a great time and please comment!" Mary, Lyn and Sharon smile as Bianca begins to sign the dozens of books that people are buying.

Sharon shakes herself and realizes that the room is filled with happy guests."Come on girls it's time." She hugs her sister hostesses and they hug her back. "Ready." Nods and smiles follow.

"Everyone, attention please! Welcome to Bianca Swan's roast for her wonderful new release, 'Hot Spanish Nights', and we all hope you have a fantastic night right here! Please pick up your signed books and have your own hot Spanish night!


WARNING - ADULT CONTENT

HOT SUMMER NIGHTS

Southern vixen Erica DeLongpre journeys to Spain to find the horse of her dreams, never expecting to find a man capable of stirring her sexual awareness. Damián Xérès, a renowned bullfighter is deliciously skilled on a horse—and in bed. But a woman from Damian's past rattles Erica's confidence and threatens the very essence of her trip. With Lucia waiting for the slightest chink in her armor, Erica can't help wonder what lies ahead in those Hot Spanish Nights.

A handsome bullfighter no woman could resist,

Courage, danger and lust in the Hot Spanish Nights.

Excerpt;

Erica DeLongpre was living her fantasy.At last, she was in Spain, in Andalusia. 

And in lust.

She and tall, dark and handsome Damián Xérès rode the magnificent gray stallion bareback. This enticing man smelled of horses and leather, and he was all man, from the top of his head to the tips of his shiny riding boots—an enchanting journey of about six feet-two-inches. The horse’s silvery mane whipped in the breeze. Flowers spilled their scent into the morning. The sun on the white sand of the riding arena was blinding, like a dream.

She closed her eyes, pictured the man behind her. His brilliant white shirt, open at the neck, showed a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. She leaned back pretending the strong arm lightly circling her waist hugged her tight against that muscled chest. As she rocked with the cadence of the horse’s canter, she imagined Damián’s shaft against her butt. When she visualized how his erection would look in the tight riding breeches, a pleasant shiver glided over her.

Mustn’t let my imagination run away like this.

“Sit deep,” he said, and her fantasy became a reality as he slid closer.

His long legs molded to hers, stroked ever so slightly to the three-beat thud of hooves. Sweat broke on her brow. Her heart pounded in her ears, reverberating in her core. She should inch away from the hard pressure, but he felt too damned good. Images of turning around and doing him on the horse scrolled through her mind. She lost the rhythm of the stallion’s smooth gait and slid to the side.

Damián’s arm closed around her waist, steadying her. “We must work on your seat, Erica. You look beautiful on a horse, but you must become one with him.”

Thinking of becoming one with him—the man not the horse—caused the problem.

Bianca lives in Texas with her baby grand piano and is very fond of her snazzy little convertible.  She still believes in the power of love—and the power of lust—and enjoys delving into the soul of both the L-Words, bringing to life hot men and the hot women who love them.

Bianca  dressed as Phantom Of The Opera, riding Bonito

Hot Spanish Nights

Bianca Swan

Available from The Wild Rose Press, The Wilder Roses

Hot Spanish Nights

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