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 Xeres, 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.
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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 firm, hot cock pressed to 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 on her ass, 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.
Reviews: Icy Snow Blackstone:
Yes, indeed, it’s H-O-T! Whew! When I finished reading this, I had to put my Palm Pilot into the freezer to keep it from spontaneously combusting! Well-written, graphic (but it is an erotic novel, so—?) and entertaining, with information on sherry-making and the Iberian horse tossed in as well.
Coffee Time Reviews gave Hot Spanish Nights 4 cups!
Bianca Swan gives her readers a feverishly fierce erotic romance. Damián is a strong and skilled hero who stole my heart with his dedication to his family and his animals. When he confesses his scholarly delectation, I believe he became the perfect man. Having myself never been one of those girls who dreamed of horses, after reading this searingly sexy short story, count me a fan of the magnificent animals and the men who master them. What that gorgeous Spaniard can do on the back of a horse takes my breath away. Coffee Time Review
Southern Fried Gothic says:
Like most people who don’t read erotica I think we have this idea that erotica is ALL sex, but if the book is done correctly its not. If it’s written well you will have a strong plot and characters you care for – along with lots of sex. Bianca Swan’s HOT SPANISH NIGHTS has this and more. I recommend this book to those who love horses, plenty of sizzling erotic scenes and lovers of HOT SPANISH NIGHTS.
The Long and Short of it Reviews gave Hot Spanish Nights four cherries! LASR