Martha is the final book in my mail-order bride series and you can currently buy all five books as a set on Amazon for a reduced price of $14.95! I'm not sure how long this price cut will last, but now is the time to jump on it if you haven't read this series.
Follow the brides as they journey to the Pacific Northwest seeking husbands only to find upon their arrival that the position has been filled by Amelia, the first bride.
Amelia travels west to marry Hugh Jordon and is not happy when she finds she's not the only young woman her new husband has promised to wed. It's all a mistake, of course, but before she can come to terms with what's happened she sends a very distressed letter to her best friends back east.
Euphemia and Grace immediately set out for Seattle to 'rescue' Amelia and find their own brand of trouble along the way as a Pinkerton Detective dogs their every move. Jonah Blackthorn has been hired to track the runaway socialites and return Grace to her fiancee, never knowing the man is abusive. Effie is not having it and the two women match wits with both the persistent detective as well as Horace Remington, who is determined to reclaim and punish the woman who ran from him.
The irrepressible Effie meets her match in Hugh Jordon's brother, Samuel, a man who has no desire to marry but finds he cannot keep his hands off the opinionated, gun-toting Effie.
Suzanna is a haughty southern 'bitch' who is determined to snag her own wealthy husband and she doesn't particularly care if she has to steal him away from one of the other brides. Effie becomes her nemesis and the two form an epic hatred for each other that doesn't resolve until they must depend on each other to survive a horrible accident. Suzanna meets her match in Dalton, the sheriff's deputy who can't decide which she needs more, discipline or love.
Throughout the series Martha is always the level-headed, steadfast one. A dressmaker from Philadelphia she's used to being on her own and making her own decisions. When she's swept off her feet by Ethan Jorgenson she's not sure she can bow to a man's authority. Ethan is understanding and patient until Effie and Susanna nearly perish. It's then he decides he must wed a woman who will listen and obey when it concerns her safety. Martha loves Ethan, but is consumed by doubt regarding the wisdom of marrying at all.
When the ladies join together to start a temperance movement next door to the most notorious saloon in Seattle, The Bucket of Blood, all bets are off! Skirts are raised, fannies are paddled and ears are boxed as the ladies fight for their independence.
The stories of many other brides are woven into this series. Jane, Elinor, Alice, Molly, Clara, Mary and Charlotte all find the men they are meant for.
I think my favorite one of these love stories is the one between the long-married Tempest and Duncan Jordon. Sam and Hugh's parents have always had a very tempestuous relationship, one that has not set a good example for their sons and is the main reason Sam is so hesitant to marry. It's not until the arrival of Amelia that Duncan learns the secret of dealing with his beautiful and volatile french wife.
So come along for a wild ride. These books are full of romance, humor, intrigue, danger and some pretty hot lovemaking, if I do say so myself. There are villains, troublemakers and some very loving yet dominant men trying to protect the women they adore. There are bright and feisty women who while they don't mind submitting to their men in the bedroom, will fight tooth and nail to maintain their independence outside of it.
If you already own some of these books, the first four are on sale separately. Now is the time to complete your collection. Check them out on Amazon, read the reviews and take the plunge. If this is your genre, I don't think you'll be sorry. You can find these by clicking the picture above or this link.
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A woman is made up of many aspects of personality and Elspeth Merryweather is no exception. She is a young Victorian woman whose character has been formed out of necessity. Lifted from despair she is given hope, but a cruel twist of fate changes everything. A simple courageous act on her part leaves her with total amnesia. Remembering nothing of her previous life she awakens with no memories of the cruelties she has previously suffered or the love she has recently found. Can Elspeth, a lost waif, survive the rigours of poverty in the harshness of Victorian London?
Turning to mudlarking as a way of survival, can she create enough strength to sustain her through desperate times? Can a strict professor make her feel alive? Using loving discipline he brings safety to Elspeth’s troubled life but will she have the courage to become her own person and rekindle the passion she once felt for her lost love, even though she cannot remember his name? Can an emerald, the mystical Shiromani, help bring these star crossed lovers back together to form the bonds that they have lost?
Vanessa Brooks brings us her new sensual Victorian melodrama, one that will enthrall you and carry you on a journey spanning the distance from India all the way to Victorian England during the 1870s. This is an epic tale that encompasses betrayal and a lasting love that knows no bounds.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, dubious consent, discipline, explicit sexual scenes including anal play. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase this book.
“Open your eyes Elspeth, watch yourself come. Watch yourself as I control your pleasure.” She stared into the mirror, a young woman, naked, flushed with arousal stared back at her, wide eyed, pupils dilated with lust, nipples puckered like raspberries. Pale coppery hair that escaped her coiffure, hung in curls about her shoulders. Her legs divided either side of her handsome husband’s lap. His knees, set with neat creases in his trousers, looked wickedly incongruous between her immodestly splayed thighs. Even more inappropriate to her eye, was the sight of his white cuffed wrists as his hands fervently delved into her pinkly exposed loins, tormenting her quim to the point where she would very soon orgasm. It was an overwhelmingly erotic sight, her body hummed with impending culmination.
International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she writes entertaining books for her readers to enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.
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Welcome to my post for the Wip It Up Wednesday Blog Hop. It's been a while since I participated in a blog hop and I'm not sure I've ever done this one, so I hope I don't screw it up.
From what I understand I'm not limited to a few sentences so I'm going to share an excerpt from Martha, Book Five in The Marriage Market Series, which is the final book. It was just release last weekend and so far the reviews are good. I hope you enjoy it and you'll consider checking this series out. I really had some fun writing about all of these women, Amelia, Grace, Effie, Suzanna and Martha and them men who love them.
In this, the final book of the series, I had more than one bride to marry off, so things get a bit wild. This particular excerpt is about Clara, one of the brides who is very involved in getting the ladies active in the Temperance Movement and Lucas, the owner of Seattle's most notorious saloon, The Bucket of Blood.
“Have you lost what little sense you were born with?” Clara demanded when Lucas entered his office and set her on her feet, plucking the blanket from her head.
He ignored her, placed one big hand on the top of her head and pushed her down onto the chair behind his desk.
“Stay,” he commanded, walking to the wall and pressing his ear against it.
“Why, you nasty little eavesdropper,” Clara hissed in outrage as she jumped from the chair.
“Little?” he asked with a laugh as he looked her up and down. “Sit.”
“I am not a dog,” she replied. “Martha,” she screamed, marching over next to him. “He’s listening to everything.”
“She can’t hear you,” he said smiling. “She wouldn’t be able to hear her own mother calling her to dinner with the racket she’s making. Now sit down before you meet the same fate,” he continued, staring down at her.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasped, taking a step back.
“Don’t delude yourself, little woman. Not only would I dare, but I have a feeling I’d enjoy it a whole lot more than our friend next door. He happens to love her. I only think you’re cute and you’d be just as cute over my knee. Now, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your bustle in that chair,” he warned, pointing to the item.
Clara made a run for it. He’d known she would. It was only a matter of time, but he’d been hoping to hear how Ethan handled himself and his feisty fiancée. Sighing, he lunged for Clara and wrapping one arm around her waist, held her easily well off the floor, her back to his front. He twisted her out of range when she tried to beat on the wall with her fist as she yelled her head off.
“Well, I guess I’m not going to be able to hear anything of importance,” Lucas sighed. “We might as well sit down.” Walking to his desk he sank onto his chair and settled her on his lap.
“Let me go, immediately,” she demanded, pulling his hair until he pried her hands loose and clasped them both in one of his.
“Why, so you can run and help your misguided friend? I don’t think so. It’s my belief Miss Martha is getting exactly what she deserves and if you don’t settle down, I’ll tan your hide as well. Now what do you have to say about that?” he asked, smiling.
“I say you’re an overgrown, demented man who wouldn’t know good manners if he fell over them. Why don’t you go back to the sorry state of Texas where you belong?” she said, prying her hands free and crossing them over her chest.
“What? You wait just one minute, sassy-pants, you can say what you want about me, but you leave Texas out of it. Texas is a fine state, just fine,” he insisted, with a glare.
“Yes, I can see the kind of uncivilized brutes that fine state produces!”
“Aw, can’t you be quiet for a minute or two. I want to hear what’s going on. Sounds like Ethan is getting to the bottom of things,” he said with a grin.
Clara boxed his ears.
“There, see what you can hear now,” she crowed, jumping from his lap when his hands flew to his ringing ears.
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Martha Jonas can’t seem to help feeling a bit sorry for herself. Her gentle Ethan, the man she plans to marry, has put his foot down, telling her what she must and must not do. It’s appalling! The very idea that, as her husband, the big Swede would feel justified – no, worse than that – entitled to pull her over his lap and smack her bottom when she displeases him is simply too much to bear.
Perhaps she won’t marry at all! Martha decides an independent woman is not a good match for a dominating man. She will show Ethan that she isn’t a silly woman and can take care of herself.
That, of course, is before all hell breaks loose.
In the space of a few days, everything changes. When the men find out about the secret plans for ‘that temperance nonsense,’ they are not amused. Jane’s children go missing on their way west, and their escort turns out to be less than desirable. Clara Webster falls into the hands of Lucas Armstrong, the owner of The Bucket of Blood, one of the most notorious saloons in Seattle. Mary disappears entirely, and Ethan finally decides he’s had enough of Martha’s wishy-washy attitude toward marriage.
Come along for the ride. Will the last bride bow to convention and accept the love and authority of the man who offers what might be her last chance for wedded bliss?
Martha is the fifth book in the Marriage Market series and while it can be read as a stand-alone, the reader would benefit from reading the books of this best-selling series in order.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, domestic discipline, and adult content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
“Then take me now, Ethan,” she pleaded. “I am distraught and I want to look forward to my wedding and the wedding night with happiness and not fear.”
“Martha, you do not know what you are asking of me. It is not the way I was raised. I want you to come to me as a virgin bride.”
“Well I don’t,” she replied crossly. “Really, Ethan, I can’t believe you won’t do this one little thing for me. You say you love me, but refuse to consider how I feel about this. What difference does it make if we do this now? Wouldn’t you rather have me come to our wedding happy and eager instead of scared to death?” she demanded.
“Yes, of course I would prefer that,” he answered thoughtfully.
Ethan was surprised and completely tempted. At the same time, he worried that if he failed to perform properly, or hurt her unduly she might call off the wedding entirely and insist she would prefer to remain single. It was quite a dilemma, until she snaked her arms around his neck and began to nibble on his ear.
“Martha, that is not fair,” he protested weakly. “I am trying to think of all possible consequences of what you ask of me.”
“Ethan, for once can’t you be a little less thoughtful and a little more spontaneous?” she breathed in his ear before biting sharply on the lobe.
“Ouch, you are being very naughty,” he cried, rubbing his earlobe.
Martha said nothing; she simple lifted one of his large hands, slipped it inside her robe and placed it on her breast. He felt her pebbled nipple pressing against his palm, felt his member swelling faster than it ever had in his entire life and knew with one hundred percent certainty that he had lost this argument.
With a heavy sigh, Ethan removed his hand, after tweaking her nipple and lifted her from his lap. He placed her on the couch and rose to his enormous height, looked down at her and shook his head. He locked the front door; made sure the screen was in front of the dying fire and returned to the couch.
Reaching down with one hand he pulled her to her feet and right over his shoulder. She squealed out in surprise, but did not struggle. Halfway up the stairs, he swatted her bottom, hard.
“What was that for?” she gasped, lifting her head.
“For being so darn stubborn,” he replied as he continued up to her room.
“Ethan, I’m afraid of heights,” she cried, clutching his shirt fretfully.
“Then perhaps you should have married a stubby, little man,” he offered as he strode down the hallway.
“Perhaps I still will,” she sassed.
He swatted her again as he entered her room.
“You no longer have any such option,” he informed her before tossing her on her bed and following her down. “From this moment on, you belong to me and only to me, forever,” he breathed against her lips. “Say stop now, Älskling, for this is your last chance,” he warned.
“Take me,” she whispered.