Book Three, His Little Lapis by Renee Rose is now available.
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.
Join these talented authors as they weave the tales of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.
All she ever wanted was a stern man to call Daddy...
Once a respectable young governess, Louise Small tumbled from society’s grace after her employer forced himself on her. She wound up at The Red Petticoat playing Little Lapis Lazuli, a submissive who dresses like a girl and offers her bottom up for frequent spankings.
She enjoys her new identity, so far removed from the prim governess she’d been, but she longs for a real daddy—one who is kind and caring, yet willing to administer real discipline. When she spies Culpepper Cove's Mayor interacting with his young niece, she knows he's just the sort of man she wants. But his disdain for her and her profession put them in conflict.
Letting go of her little self, she reverts to the proper, fine-mannered governess to win his attention. But at what cost? Her little side squashed, she must give up hope of being taken in hand. Will being the Mayor's wife be enough?
The floorboards creaked and she peeked out, looking shy.
God, he loved it when she looked that way. She carried the lamp and it cast a warm glow to her lovely face, her eyes bright and blue against the long dark lashes and pale skin.
He still sat at the table, his feet propped on another chair. “Take off your clothes.”
Her eyes widened and darted back toward the bedroom. Color suffused her cheeks. He loved that despite her most recent profession, she still blushed, still retained an innocence. Of course, even as a gem, she’d had that—she had been Little Lapis, after all.
Her fingers fumbled with the row of little buttons down the front of her dress. He sat and watched, enjoying the show. His cock lengthened, straining at the mere memory of her naked. The dark blue dress dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet. She tugged the laces of her corset and let it fall next, then the petticoats and chemise until she stood before him, blushing and completely naked. Her peach-tipped nipples stood erect, moisture glistened on her inner thigh. She pulled out the pins and her blonde waves cascaded across her slender shoulders.
She was exquisite.
He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around.”
“Will.” He liked the sound of his first name on her tongue—the breathy quality of her voice making it sound like a word uttered during love-making.
“You heard me.”
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal and Sci-fi categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.
There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.
Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.
When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?
Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?
Cool air assaulted her breasts. Jack suckled each nipple in turn. He tugged her dress further so it lay bunched at her waist. His licked her belly, then moved downward and delved into her naval. Soon, he was licking her pussy through her wet panties. The silken material triggered a friction so hot and intense that Mel bucked against his mouth.
She heard a loud ripping sound and gasped when his mouth covered her bare pussy. Dear Lord, the man had ripped her panties from her body. This dominant side of Jack had her panting for more of his rough handling. He dropped kisses along her inner thighs, growled, and covered the flesh between her legs with his mouth. Mel screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She rocked her pussy and shamelessly rode his face as wave upon wave of an incredible orgasm overtook her. She swore her toes curled.
Jack moved back up her body and rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him frantically and tasted herself on his lips. Mel reached between their bodies and stroked his cock. She licked her lips.
“Baby, you’re looking to have a cock shoved down your throat.”
Mel gently pushed at his chest and dropped to the floor on both knees. “I want you deep in my throat while I suck you off.” Her hands shook slightly as she slowly unbuckled his leather belt. She carefully rasped his zipper down inch by agonizing inch.
Mel’s mouth went dry at the erection tenting his white boxers. The man had to be sporting at least nine inches. Moisture trailed down the inside of her thighs. She was so ready for this. For him. The mere thought of taking his hard male flesh into her mouth had her on the verge of another orgasm.
Jack arched upward and pushed his boxers to his feet. His cock sprang free amidst a cluster of dark hair. Mel’s heart raced. He was so big, so hard, and oh-so-mouthwatering she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him. Savoring his musky scent, she leaned forward and tongued his cockhead, licking away the drop of fluid seeping from the tiny slit. He tasted delicious, and she dove in for another nibble. Jack’s slow hiss boasted Mel’s self-esteem. She hadn’t felt this confident in her ability to please a man in years. His praise for her prowess urged her to take him fully into her mouth until the hairs on his groin tickled her nose. She sucked him greedily as if he was a lollipop.
“God, woman, your mouth is incredible.”
Mel licked his cock from base to tip and cleaned the milky white fluid seeping from his cockhead. Scooting closer, she ran her fingers down his slick, muscled arms and gripped his hands. She curled her fingers around his wrists and lifted his hands to her head. Jack cupped her jaw and forced her mouth to open wider.
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