#1 Bestselling Author Maggie Ryan brings you the first story in The Red Petticoat Saloon.
The story begins with Madame Jewel...
The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street.
This story all begins when Lady Juliette Gardner discovers she has been set up and her reputation ruined. She decides to leave England for good and find her way to the goldfields of California with the hopes of creating her dream and possibly striking it rich.
To Gabriel Vasquez, the hard work and isolation of working his claim is the only way to achieve his dream. When he discovers his new partner is a woman, a very beautiful, very stubborn English woman, he has no problem – except for the fact that she refuses to think of her safety. If she is to be his partner, he will have no hesitation teaching her exactly what happens to naughty, cheeky English ladies.
Gabriel and Jewel will discover that life has room for more than one dream and as they settle themselves in Culpepper Cove. This mining town, nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, will never be the same once Juliette—Madame Jewel—opens The Red Petticoat.
Join award winning author Maggie Ryan as she begins the tale of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.
Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play, and sex with multiple partners. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
“You want to us to work in a gold mine?” Amelia asked.
“No, of course not. Ophelia made it clear that wasn’t an option. It took me a while but an idea has been niggling at me ever since my father paid me my dowry. That simmering reached a boil during last night’s game and I’m ready to prepare the rest of the dish.”
“You want us to become cooks?” Ophelia asked, and then laughed. “I’d be as useful in a kitchen as I would be in a mine.”
“I want to open a place where women who chose to live a life offering their services to men will be comfortable and safe. I want a place where you aren’t working for pennies. A place where women receive the larger share of their profits so that they can save enough money to follow their own dreams.”
“You are going to open a whorehouse?” Ophelia asked, her eyes wide.
“In principle, but more. It will have entertainment and a card parlor. I want to offer good, hearty food as well. From what I’ve been reading, mining camps are pretty basic. The men work hard and I’m thinking, they are willing to part with a bit of gold to enjoy a home cooked meal. I see them flocking in to have pretty women dealing cards or serving drinks. I see them enjoying music and listening to a pretty girl sing. Perhaps we’ll have some sort of stage show. And, of course, I see the men willing to part with a bit more gold in order to spend an evening in the arms of one of my ladies. I’ll be responsible for providing housing and food as well as help with making investments for those who wish. I’ve done a lot of research and with your help, I think it can be a success.”
About the author:
Author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.
I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.
I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.
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Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1
Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2
Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3
Lucy Surrenders: Women of Wintercrest Book 4
Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
Lucy’s Journey Home: Hunter’s Ridge Book 1
Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2
Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3
Blessed Beginnings: Hunter’s Ridge 4
Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1
A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2
Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
The Christmas Pickle
A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4
Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)
My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)
Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One
Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two
Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)
An Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)
Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)
His Passionate Pioneer
My Sassy Settler
A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)
Vintage Values (Corbin’s Bend)
Jewel’s Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon)
Thanks for stopping by. I'll post more on this fabulous series soon. By the way, I've written book 4, Crystal's Calamity.
Anyone with a drop of Irish blood in their veins can't let Saint Patrick's Day slip by without some form of acknowledgement. If that person also happens to be the author of numerous books about The O'Malleys, it's even harder.
I've been very busy caring for my own Irish heritage husband and working hard to get, Crystal's Calamity, Book 4 of The Red Petticoat Series completed. My deadline for getting it to Blushing Books is Sunday and I'm going to make it! I had my doubts, but my stubborn Scotch-Irish nature pulled me through, even in the midst of total chaos in my personal life.
So today I'm taking a break as I wait for my beta readers to share their opinions and keeping my fingers crossed they'll like my offering to the series as much as I do. In the meantime, here's a sample of my own personal tribute to the Irish holiday.
If you haven't read it, check it out, it's on sale for $1.99 during the month of March. If you own it, re-reading it is sure to put you in the mood for a spanking hot celebration of your own.
Clarice Winston isn't exactly crazy about her son's choice of bride. Bridget is pretty and smart, but hardly up for the demands of being a society wife and furthering her husband's career. In order to show Dell just how unsuitable Bridget is, Clarice invites them to a dance at the country club that happens to be on the same night as the yearly St. Patrick's Day bash at the pub owned by Bridget's brother Patrick and his wife, Molly.
No way is Bridget missing the family party, but after Dell applies an attitude adjustment, she goes along. Clarice even insists in buying Bridget's dress for the soiree and it's the ugliest dress in history. As soon as Clarice's chauffeur-driven car rounds the corner, Bridget is back in the shop, exchanging the dress for one guaranteed to make Mrs. Winston's friends sit up and take notice.
As the dress adventure continues, with negative consequences for both Bridget and her future mother-in-law, Bridget herself begins to wonder if Winston's mother may be right. Maybe she isn't the best choice of bride?
Bridget O’Malley plopped down on a bar stool at The Rose and Thistle and promptly jumped back off with a squeal. Her brother, Patrick, made no attempt to conceal his amusement as he took inventory of the liquor bottles behind the bar.
“Do you always laugh at the misfortunes of your customers,” Bridget asked tartly, standing at the bar. “Give me a beer.”
“Not all of them,” Patrick shot back smiling. “Only ones who are deserving of a little, ah what was it you called it? Oh yes, misfortune. I hardly see how a sore hind end can be classified as misfortune. Knowing Dell, I’m sure you earned it.”
“Just shut up, Pat, and give me a beer.”
“A please would be nice.”
“Do all your paying customers say please?” she asked sarcastically.
“No, are you paying?”
“Well, no but…just put it on my tab will you?”
Patrick laughed. “You don’t have a tab, Bridge, and if you did you wouldn’t pay it anyway,” he told her putting a beer on a coaster in front of her. “What’s the trouble about anyway? You’ve been surprisingly well behaved since you and Dell got engaged. I thought things were good between you two.”
“They are, or they were until a little while ago,” Bridget replied after taking a big gulp of her drink.
“So what happened?” Patrick was genuinely concerned. He and his older brother Rory had put a lot of effort into this relationship, probably more than Bridget. They’d almost hand-picked Dell for their little sister. Frantic for her to settle down, at least a little bit, they spent hours talking to Dell and instructing him on the proper way to handle their headstrong, wild sister. No one in the family wanted Bridget to be unhappy, but they didn’t want her to self-destruct either. She needed love certainly, but firm guidance and stability were essential. The quintessential free spirit, Bridget sailed through life in the moment without a care or concern for the future. Her personal motto was, ‘If it feels good, do it.’ She loved everyone and assumed everyone loved her. Bridget had absolutely no sense of fear or restraint and the entire O’Malley family had breathed a collective sigh of relief when Delbert Bertram Winston the 4th had somehow convinced her to marry him.
“We had an argument over St Patrick’s Day,” Bridget answered gloomily. “Apparently we have been invited to the St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Dance at the country club and Winston told his parents we were going.”
“So, I told him there was no way in hell I was going to miss the St Patrick’s Day bash at the pub. I said I wasn’t spending one of the most important days of the year at his stuffy country club with a bunch of people who were so socially constipated they can barely fart!”
Patrick dropped the bar towel to the floor so he could bend down and have a second or two to recover. Biting the side of his cheek, he controlled his laughter not wanting to give his sister any encouragement. In all reality she was probably right. Standing back up he noticed her flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. He could just imagine how angry and confrontational she had been with Dell.
“How did that go over?” Patrick asked watching her blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
“He said I was being unreasonable, that my language was atrocious and that he hoped I would not feel the need to be vulgar at the dance. I said vulgar? You want to see vulgar? Look at this hawking big ring on my finger, now that’s vulgar,” she continued, sticking out her tiny hand adorned with a four karat solitaire surrounded by smaller stones.
“Oh Bridget,” Pat sighed. “I don’t think that was a good idea. Did he ask for his ring back?”
“No, and he wouldn’t take it when I tried to give it to him. He said I made a commitment to him and he was going to see that I kept it. I tell you Pat, I thought my head was going to explode I was so pissed off. I don’t understand why his mother didn’t want me to keep the first ring he gave me. It was much smaller and prettier, but no, I have to wear this giant thing. I know it’s expensive and old but I swear it’s so big it looks like it came out of a bubble gum machine.”
Patrick watched as Bridget picked up her beer and drained it before slamming it down on the bar. He refilled it without a word and waited for her to continue. Knowing Bridget, he figured what she’d told him so far was just the tip of the iceberg. Bridget might be small in stature, but her ego was monstrous.
“So was that the end of it?” Patrick asked after he served another customer.
“Hell no! He told me that for once in my life I was going to behave and do as I was told. I was starting to get a little nervous. Winston is really pretty strong, even for a geek, but I figured I was way faster than him. Turns out I’m not as fast as I thought. I finally just told him to kiss my Irish ass and that I was not going to that damn dance and there was nothing he could do about it. Turns out I was wrong about that too,” she finished red-faced as she absently rubbed her bottom while sipping her beer.
“Look Bridge,” Patrick said gently as he walked around the bar and threw his heavy arm over her shoulder. “Maybe Dell’s not the man for you after all. I really like him, we all do, but we thought you were in love with him. If you’re not…”
“That’s what really sucks about the whole thing, Pat. I do love him, the shithead,” she admitted with a grimace. “I really just set out to seduce him,” she stated, giving her brother a jab with her elbow when she heard his hissed curse. “Oh, shut up Pat, guys do it all the time. For some reason I was immediately attracted to the big geek. I figured we could have some fun and he really did make me laugh. He took himself so seriously that I couldn’t resist bursting his bubble. He was like a huge piece of bubble wrap that you just can’t leave alone after you pop the first one,” Bridget grinned unashamedly. “And besides that, what are you doing taking my side when you just about gave him lessons on spanking me? What’s up with that?”
“I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either,” Patrick admitted walking back behind the bar. “I just want you to be happy Bridget, and safe and loved. If I thought for one second that Dell did not have your best interest at heart…if he ever disciplined you without love behind it, I’d punch his lights out myself.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay? He hasn’t spanked me since Christmas Eve Day so I figure maybe he owes me a little. As much as it pains me to admit it, I do have my moments when I can be a little aggravating. Winston is really a gentle natured man, but he has his limits. I just have to figure out where the line in the sand is and dance on this side of it.”
Patrick smiled. “Cheer up Bridget, maybe you can bring some of those old codgers to life at the dance. You can be very charming when you want to, kid.”
“Thanks, Pat, for listening to me bitch without judging me. I have to get moving. I’m meeting Mrs. Delbert Winston the 3rd for a shopping expedition. Apparently she doesn’t trust me not to embarrass them at their soiree so she wants to help me find a dress. She’s paying of course, ‘Nothing is too good for Dell’s little fiancé’,” she mocked flashing her ring.
“Have fun kid, put a dent in her budget,” Patrick encouraged.
“Hell, I couldn’t put a dent in their budget if I insisted I needed a carriage drawn by six white horses. Wait till you see their house, I mean they have servants for Christ’s sake,” she finished, giving a little repulsive shiver. “The place is like a museum,” she called over her shoulder as she headed to the door.