I just love Sue Lyndon stories, so I'm happy to say that book five in the series is now available.
His Sweet Amber continues the sage of Jewel's Gems, the soiled doves of The Red Petticoat Saloon in Culpepper Cove during the Gold Rush. If you like your romances hot and sweet, you're going to love this one!
About The Red Petticoat Saloon series:
The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 Amazon and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.
HIS SWEET AMBER
Having known nothing but heartbreak and betrayal in Culpepper Cove, Callie Smith seeks refuge at The Red Petticoat Saloon. To the young widow’s utter shock, on her first night working upstairs, former love interest Pastor Lawrence Black bids an ungodly amount of money for an evening with her. After his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless, he stuns her with a marriage proposal. But how can a soiled dove become a pastor’s wife? Despite her stubborn refusal, he insists she’s now his wife-in-truth and returns night after night, not allowing any other men to touch her.
As time goes on, Callie finds it increasingly difficult to ignore her growing feelings for the stern but kind, handsome widower who issues firm commands in the bedroom and doesn’t hesitate to spank her bare bottom when she disobeys. Truth is, she’d be proud to call Lawrence her husband, but surely her reputation would hinder his calling to become the town pastor. Will he succeed in convincing Callie she’s meant to be his wife?
“Her name’s Amber,” the man said. “But she isn’t going upstairs yet. She told me perhaps next week, to come see her then. Pretty little thing. Ooooweee. Shy, too. I like me the shy ones.” Spittle flew from his mouth when he gave a bawdy laugh. “They sure blush hard when you first pull your cock out.” He laughed harder.
Rage filled Lawrence, and his stool fell to the floor when he stood up. He grabbed the man by his collar and gave him a harsh shake. “You’ll stay away from her, that’s what you’ll do!”
“Is there a problem here?” asked a tall man who appeared out of nowhere.
“No problem at all, Gabriel. My friend here was just leavin’. Wasn’t you?”
Lawrence took a deep breath and released the man. He didn’t want to do anything foolish to get himself thrown out of The Red Petticoat, because he needed to be able to return whenever he wished. And he wished to return.
Next week. When Callie was taking customers.
Lord, he couldn’t believe she was actually going to start taking customers. He raged inside that she hadn’t offered up that bit of information during their brief conversation, but he suspected if he stalked back to the kitchen and tried to talk some sense into her, the large fellow would physically remove him from the saloon.
As he moved toward the exit, a white hot burst of anger filled him at the thought of another man lying with Callie. She was a genteel lady who’d simply come upon hard times. He felt a connection to her when he gazed into her pretty green eyes too. He ached to draw his fingers through her golden, silken curls, and by God he ached to make her his.
His need for her and his recent discovery that he was indeed ready to take a new wife consumed him. Why had he been stubborn and returned to his cabin the day after their picnic? Why hadn’t he remained in town so he could call upon her again? If he’d stuck around, maybe she would have trusted him enough to confide in him with her troubles, whatever troubles had resulted in her working in a brothel of all places.
He returned to the Bentley Inn, a plan forming in his mind.
Callie would belong to him.
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USA Today bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty spanking romances in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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Clementine McKay finds out she's more than a demure little school teacher from the foothills of the Appalachians when her father gets Gold Fever. The dangerous trip to the Sierra Nevada Mountains notwithstanding, she soon learns that despite her small stature and youth, she's a force to be reckoned with. When tragedy strikes she becomes smarter, stronger and more determined than ever to find her father's murderer.
As Crystal, the most sought after whore at The Red Petticoat Saloon, she parlays her skills in a way no one else could have. Now, if Jasper Montgomery would only stop snooping around and interfering in her plans she might just get what she wants most... revenge.
Jasper Montgomery lives and gambles in Culpepper Cove for one reason only. It's his home. Great wealth allows him to do exactly as he pleases and when the dirty little miner's daughter arrives at The Red Petticoat he takes pity on her. He'll be her first paying customer, educating the poor virgin on the skills necessary to please a man. In his mind, there was no sense letting a rough miner ruin her. Yes, he would spin a web of passion and pleasure for her that would endear him to her forever.
Never in a million years did he imagine he was the fly and not the spider.
Jasper Montgomery was in a foul mood. He was tired, had spent the majority of the afternoon in deep discussion with his lawyer and wanted nothing more than to relax in the warm glow of his massive fireplace with a glass of brandy. Crossing his long legs, he stared into the flames as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.
Why he should give a damn about the disreputable looking young woman he'd overheard talking to Jewel this afternoon, he had no idea. She was unkempt, a half-pint with very few of the curves he so loved and had a smart mouth to boot. If she was eighteen, he'd kiss her ass, he thought, shooting back the rest of his drink. Occasionally grown women still had freckles, but hers looked… well, young.
What bothered him most was the gun he'd spotted tucked into the back of her pants when he'd swatted her ass. It was a big, awkward weapon and nothing she should be handling at any rate. If she fired it, it would knock her on her ass so fast she wouldn't know what hit her.
Hell, he didn't care, he decided going upstairs to change his shirt. It was nothing to him if she shot herself accidentally, or fell and cracked her damn fool head open. Tying a black tie around his throat he glared at himself in the mirror.
If she wanted to take some heavy-handed miner upstairs and hand over her virginity on a silver platter for a few coins, it was nothing to him, he insisted out loud as brushed his hair into order, shocked at how messy it was. Had he been running his hands through it?
Jasper stomped downstairs, took his Stetson from the hall tree and slapped it on his head. Ten minutes later he was tying his horse to the rail and walking through the bat wing doors of The Red Petticoat Saloon.
At first he didn't see her. There were men congregated at the bar in a large group and he had a suspicion that somewhere in that throng was a sassy little ragamuffin with ideas too big for her britches. Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of golden hair and a flash of gray satin skirts, but that was all. It was loud; Charlie the piano player was pounding out a merry tune and dozens of voices blended into a cacophony of indistinguishable tones.
Suddenly the crowd parted and she emerged from the group towering over her carrying a tray loaded with drinks. Jasper almost spit. Damn it all to hell, now why did she have to look like that? He fumed as his chest tightened and his palms began to sweat.
Why did she have to look so fresh, like she'd just stepped out of a meadow in the early morning hours when the dew was still clinging to the petals of each flower? Her hair shone in the lights from the chandeliers, catching the same rays as her dress each time she moved.
Her eyes found his immediately, as though she'd been searching for him and he studied her. Instantly he noticed the bright smile on her painted lips was not reflected in her eyes. No, they held something else, fear, hopelessness, anger? He couldn't be sure but he felt her sigh of relief as surely as if she'd breathed it against his neck.
Long strides took him to her side.
"Ready to go upstairs?" he asked gently, taking the tray from her shaking hands and passing it to Citrine.
Crystal nodded and allowed him to take her arm.
About The Red Petticoat series:
The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.
I'm proud to have been asked to participate in this extraordinary series and hope you enjoy my contribution of Crystal's Calamity.
Hi, I'm Stevie MacFarlane and I write sweet erotic romance and D/D, occasionally with a touch of kink.