My latest Rebel Ink Press title owes a little to two of my great-grandmothers. I borrowed my hero’s last name from my Grandmammy, Sarah Mink, a wonderful lady with Cherokee blood and a long life. I was privileged to meet her at a very young age and I’ve never forgotten the experience. One of my other great-grandmothers, Nellie Durst Roberts, was born in Oklahoma when it remained Indian Territory. I have to give some credit to my grandparents too, especially Granny and Pop, who talked about the Depression era so much it came alive for me if only in imagination. And I have to mention Charley Floyd who preferred to be called Charley or just ‘Choc’ rather than the moniker the media pasted onto his image – Pretty Boy Floyd. I happen to be quite fond of western Oklahoma and the sweeping flat country out there so using it as a setting for one of my novels was inevitable!
If I managed to capture a little taste of the troubled times, to give the reader at least a hint of rural life in 1930’s Oklahoma, to depict some of the desperation people felt during the Depression era, then I’ve succeeded.
And I hope my readers will agree!
Dust Bowl Dreams
September 17, 2012
Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Rebel Ink Press
Life’s never easy for a good-hearted man who decides crime is the answer to his troubles.
No rain in the summer of 1933 is bad news for Oklahoma farmer Henry Mink. The local banker wants the mortgage on the farm paid and unless Henry comes up with the dough, his widowed mother and four young siblings won’t have a home. Jobs are scarce so he decides to rob a bank. His sweetheart, school teacher Mamie Logan, doesn’t like the idea and neither does Henry’s kid brother Eddie but Henry’s out of options.
He leaves home and robs a bank at nearby Ponca City. When he returns home, he pays off the mortgage but new troubles show up. Mamie is his greatest joy and they become engaged but by fall, Henry has no options left but to rob another bank. If he can pull off one another big job, he figures he’ll be set until the hard times are over but few things in life go as planned. His desperate efforts will either secure his future or destroy it forever.
If Henry’s family survives and Mamie’s love endures, he’ll need a miracle.
He slipped one arm around her shoulder, the other around her slender waist and pulled her close to him. Henry kissed her with all the hunger built up over recent weeks, his want spilling from him with the force of flood waters overflowing a river’s banks. Her mouth met his with the same ravenous appetite, the kind born from famine and Mamie gave him back heat, sweetness, and desire.
Soft light from the rising moon sent silver illumination across her face as he undid her many buttons, one by one, with his work calloused fingers. When he reached the last one, Mamie stepped out of the garment and it reached the floor, discarded and forgotten. Henry fingered the thin straps of her camisole then slipped it from her just as Mamie slid and stepped out of her drawers. Faster than a snake shedding away its old skin, Henry shucked out of his clothing until he stood nude before her, his cock proud and erect. Goose pimples rippled across his back as cool air from her unheated room wafted over him and he watched the same appear on her creamy skin.
Henry couldn’t wait any longer so he backed onto the narrow bed where Mamie slept alone and took her. He nailed her with swift, intense strokes she seemed to like as much as he did. He gasped aloud with a physical rush of pleasure as her cavity tightened around him. Her legs locked around his torso and held him in place and he pumped all his pent-up desires into her. She writhed beneath him and her motions fueled his release. In the final moments, he saw nothing but an explosion of brilliance behind his closed eyes and his body discharged his passion into her vessel. Mamie caught it, held it, and returned it as they hit their peak in unison.
She cried out, wordless and loud with her release and he made some guttural noise even he didn’t know what to call. Their shared intimacy left him weak and breathless, but feeling finer than he had in weeks.
“I needed it,” he whispered to Mamie as she scooted to lay head to toe in her bed, curled up against his sweaty chest. “I love you, honey.”
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