Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to S.E. Burr and her story Time Traveling Hookers!
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S.E. Burr wrote Time Traveling Hookers over the course of a weekend at a Tom Bird writing retreat in Santa Fe, NM. It is based on a dream she had a few weeks prior to the retreat, but she did no advanced planning of the plot. She was very surprised to discover that the story was a romance, as she did not often read romances, let alone write them. She quite enjoyed the experience and intends to write more romances in the future, but cautions that what she intends to write and what she actually writes can be two very different things.
She is the author of the young adult novel, Goblin Fruit, inspired by the poem “Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti. The sequel, Goblin Girl, is coming soon. It was inspired by her desire to find out more of the story.
A nearly lifelong resident of rural New Mexico, S.E. Burr loves the desert, her family, and her cat.
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Three modern day roommates and recent college grads take a time machine back to the Wild West. The time machine breaks, stranding them in the past where they are forced to join a brothel to survive.
With the help of future technology, they’re able to trick their customers into thinking they’re getting what they pay for, without actually having to do the deed.
But the scam involves getting much more up close and personal with smelly, 19th century hicks than germaphobe and prude, Anastasia, is comfortable with.
One customer seems sweeter, more attractive, and better groomed than the rest. Could she actually fall for a cowboy from the dirty, disgusting past?
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“I’m not going to have sex with him,” said Anastasia.
“With who?” said Beth.
“With him,” Anastasia repeated.
“Who him?” asked Mare.
“Him, John,” Anastasia said.
“John?” Mare bit her lip, confused.
Beth sighed. “Who’s John, Anastasia?”
“John is what the men who have sex with prostitutes are called.”
“What? All of them?” Mare asked.
“No,” Beth said. “They are not all named John. Not only men named John have sex with whores.”
“Language!” said Anastasia.
Beth groaned. “That’s quite enough, Anastasia. If we’re going to do this you’ll have to get far less prudish about many things. Language is the least of them.”
“I’m not going to do this,” Anastasia said. “I already told you. I’m not going to have sex with him.”
“Who?” Mare asked again.
“Anyone!” Anastasia said.
“You’re not going to have sex with anyone?” asked Beth. Her voice sounded mocking. “Ever?”
“Maybe,” said Anastasia, “Maybe not, but I’m certainly not going to have sex with anyone in this century. Do you have any idea how filthy they are?”
Beth laughed. “No filthier than you are,” she said.
Mare grimaced. “She has a point, Anastasia.”
“I know,” said Anastasia, looking down at herself. She had a strong desire to pinch her nose. She was dirty, absolutely covered in dust. To see it, to feel it on her skin, made her cringe. She hated, HATED, being dirty, but here she was dressed in a ridiculous gold-rush era dress that somehow collected every speck of soil, decay, and body odor around and on her.
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S.E. Burr, thank you for stopping by today!
Love & blessings to all! ❤