A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe? The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang. Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking. Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman? Publisher's Note: The Gunslinger's Woman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book. Excerpt: She reached for his gun, to remove it from the holster, so she could wipe it clean, then she froze as she remembered exactly what Danny was. He was a gunfighter. A killer. Entirely the wrong type of man to be lusting after. Danny didn’t wear a gun just for protection, as she and her brothers sometimes did; his guns were a part of him. They defined him. Without his guns, Danny Coulter, the fastest gun in the west, would be nothing. “Leave it.” His command was hoarse, there was pain in his voice, but there was no denying the dominant manner in which it was said. “You bandage me up, I’ll clean my gun. Nobody touches my guns.” “It won’t take long to clean it.” “I said leave it.” His fingers took hold of her chin then, and he tilted her face up to look at him. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” His threat rumbled in her ear, sending waves of electricity through her. Yes, she knew exactly what would happen. Her buttocks clenched again, involuntarily, at the thought, and she held her breath. The air was too thick to breathe again. She could feel her face flushing as the waves of electricity surging through her reached that aching juncture between her thighs. “You’re hurt,” she pointed out. He smiled in spite of the pain, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he looked down at her. “Not too hurt to spank a naughty girl who disobeys.” As if to prove his point, he drew back his hand and smacked her bottom, reigniting the burn Her eyes widened in shock as she reached back to rub out the sting. Hurt or not, his hard hand was still strong. She felt a spasm right in her very core at his touch. His dominance turned her insides to mush. The hand that had smacked her returned to her chin and he tilted her face sideways slightly so he could whisper huskily in her ear. “So leave my guns alone.” “Yes sir,” she breathed. Amazon Buy Link: https://goo.gl/ercXLQ Author Bio: Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking! A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write! She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat. Author Links: My blog: http://www.kellydawsonauthor.blogspot.co.nz/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008980697756 Google+: https://www.google.com/+KellyDawsonauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/KELLYDAWSONauth Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kellydawsonau/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13257528.Kelly_Dawson Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/kellydawson Newsletter sign-up: http://eepurl.com/bRukkv
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WIDOW ON THE LOOSE Twenty years ago Claire Wellington was in love with two men. She chose the wealthier, mild mannered George and lived a privileged and comfortable existence. The three stayed friends, even though Travis Forrester didn't always approve of the way Claire behaved. When his best friend George died he asked Travis to take care of Claire and for two years Travis tried, keeping things on an impersonal level and managing her inheritance.
Even though Travis has loved Claire for the past twenty years, he no longer likes the women she has become. He knew if wouldn't be long before she crashed and burned. When she does, he has to decide if saving Claire is worth losing his heart a second time. Will she accept that she not only needs him to take control but that she craves what he is offering, even if that means she’ll be sitting uncomfortably when her behavior is out of control? Can he help her find the sweet, loving woman she’d been when they met decades earlier? Is she worth the risk? DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of light age-play, explicit sexual scenes involving anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. Excerpt: “Okay, Travis. You’ve made me sweat suitably, done your best to shame me, now write the damn check. I have things to do,” she hissed, glaring at him. “No.” “No?” she asked, stunned. “That’s what I said, Claire. I will not write you a check. You receive a more than adequate monthly allowance to maintain your lifestyle and yet like clockwork you present yourself in my office each month asking for more. It’s going to stop, and I mean right now,” he informed her firmly. “But it’s my money,” she stammered, her eyes wide and somewhat confused. “Oh Claire,” Travis sighed. “You’re such a child at times,” he continued, shaking his head. “Yes, it is your money, but in what I consider one of the smartest things your husband ever did, he put it in trust for you. “George adored you, but he wasn’t entirely blind to your faults, thank God.” Travis explained for the umpteenth time. “A trust means the money is safe, protected and doled out over time so you don’t find yourself in a situation where you can’t afford to live. He appointed me the trustee for two reasons. One, I could be trusted and two, you wouldn’t be able to sway or manipulate me away from my duties.” “But you’ve given me extra money lots of times,” she exclaimed. “Yes I have. You were grieving, honey, and I cut you some slack. I see now, after this trip,” he informed her, picking up the stack of bills, “that you are no longer the heartbroken widow and I’ll be damned if I let some loser take advantage of you.” “It’s none of your business what I do with my money,” she cried, rising and stomping one foot. “Unfortunately, it is, I write the checks,” he said, unable to hide his smile. Lord she was pissed. He watched her struggle to rein in her temper and then sidle around the desk. Pushing his large executive chair back she plopped down on his lap. “Please don’t be nasty to me, Travis,” she pleaded. Claire ran her fingers through the touch of silver at his temples. “George trusted you to take care of me,” she pouted, resting her head on his shoulder. “And that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he assured her, wishing she’d stop wiggling her bottom. “Claire, if I let you continue unchecked, you’ll be broke within ten years. You can’t spend money like water and expect it to last forever. I won’t allow you to fall victim to some guy looking for a cougar.” “A cougar,” she cried, bolting upright on his knees. “You think I’m old? That someone will only want me for my money?” “I think you’re perfectly lovely and always have, but you’re almost forty, Claire. It’s time to grow up, baby.” “I am grown up, and I know my rights,” she insisted angrily, her dark eyes flashing. “I’ll have you replaced as my trustee.” “I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. George’s will was very explicit for just that reason. The only way you’ll get a new trustee is if I die.” “Don’t tempt me,” she retorted, taking hold of his tie and pulling. “Careful Claire or you’ll find yourself facing the other way over my knees,” he warned, locking his gaze on her. “You wouldn’t,” she insisted. “Don’t count on that, honey. I’ve wanted to blister your ass since the night of your and George’s first anniversary party when you tossed your drink at him over some silly little remark.” “I was drunk. That shouldn’t count,” she whispered in protest. “On the contrary, that was no excuse and I would have spanked you for overindulging too.” Slowly she began to skootch off his lap and for a moment he grasped her hip, holding her in place before allowing her to escape. When she was safely on the opposite side of his desk she leaned forward, planting her hands palms down on the cool dark wood. “I always knew there was something different about you,” she sputtered, “something…unyielding. That’s why I picked George, even though I loved you both. George was so…” “Manageable?” he drawled sarcastically. “Yes, exactly! And don’t say it like it’s some kind of flaw,” she barked out. “George was a great guy, fun, loving, easy-going. I miss him,” Travis admitted sadly, “but he didn’t do you any favors.” “How can you say that?” she demanded. “He did everything for me.” “Yes, and now you can’t seem to do anything for yourself; even manage your finances so you don’t have to come in here every month asking for more money. He left you well off. You should be grateful.” “I would be, if you’d let me have enough money to have some fun once in a while.” “Claire, this discussion is over,” Travis snapped rising. “You can expect your monthly allowance in your account on the 1st, but you’re not getting another dime before that. Have I made myself clear?” he asked sternly. “Abundantly,” she shot back, picking up her purse. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I have plenty of things I can sell outright, including my apartment,” she sneered, “although I hardly think that’s what George had in mind.” “Claire, don’t you dare sell that apartment,” he ordered rounding the desk. “You may control the trust, Travis, but you can’t stop me from doing what I want with the rest of my things. Maybe if I’m homeless a judge will overrule you and give me my inheritance in a lump sum,” she called over her shoulder as she walked to the door. “I’m warning you, Claire,” he growled. “Your attitude is not acceptable. Come back here!” “Sorry, the cougar has left the building,” she cooed just before slamming the door behind her. Buy Links: Blushing Books Amazon If you've read any of the other books in The Marriage Market series, especially Effie, you might have a tiny inkling how difficult Suzanna Jefferies can be. In book four, Suzanna, you'll discover that you haven't even scratched the surface of what lengths this young woman will go to get what she wants, mainly a wealthy husband. She wants one, she deserves one, and by God, she'll have one or there will be hell to pay! Heads will roll if the spoiled Georgia peach is thwarted. Of course she has a plan. Not a very well thought out plan, but a plan just the same and no where in that plan is anything about love. In Suzanna's opinion, and Suzanna has an opinion about literally everything, love is nonsense, something thought up by poets and used to make women behave in ways that do not suit their best interest. In other words, if a woman has the choice between love and money, a smart woman will choose money every time. Excerpt: Several women turned to look at the tall, dark haired man beside her as they were shown to their table. “I had no idea you were so handsome under that cowboy scruff,” she whispered as he pulled out her chair. “Thank you, I think.” With a grin he took his own seat. “No, I mean it. You’re a very attractive man,” she stated thoughtfully, seeming to note every detail of his attire. “It’s a shame you don’t have any social standing,” she said with a sigh. “Yes, isn’t it,” he agreed a bit sharply. “You don’t do you? Have any pedigree, I mean?” “Not that you’d be aware of,” he replied as the waiter approached. “We’ll have a bottle of your finest champagne,” he informed him. “Yes, sir.” “Do you know what you’d like?” he inquired as they consulted the menus. “I’m going to have roast beef with all the trimmings,” Suzanna exclaimed, snapping the menu closed and setting it aside. “Very well.” As soon as they were served their champagne, Dalton ordered for them. He chose a thick steak and they watched a few couples whirling around on the dance floor as they waited. “This is delicious,” Suzanna said taking a sip of her champagne. “Of course I wasn’t allowed to drink much, so I can only compare it to what I had at the Jordons’, but it’s just as good if not better than what they served. When I marry, I’m going to have a huge wine cellar with dozens and dozens of bottles. I shall drink every day if I choose,” she insisted, raising her glass in a toast. “That might be difficult on a marshal’s salary,” Dalton replied softly. “Oh, yes, I forgot. Well, maybe I won’t marry the marshal. Maybe I’ll marry a rich man who can give me everything I want,” she said mockingly before sipping from her glass. “Is that what’s important to you, wealth, power?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “Of course it’s important,” she snapped with a frown. “Money is the only true security a girl has. If she has money, she can go anywhere, do anything without worrying where her next meal is coming from.” “But if you marry money, it will be your husband’s decision what you do and where you go,” he pointed out. “It will be at his discretion what you may spend.” “That’s true,” she conceded, pointing at him with her finger. “But a smart girl knows how to get what she wants from her husband.” “You’re sure about that?” he asked with a grin. “Very,” she replied as their plates were set before them. Snapping open her napkin, she laid it carefully across her lap. “How can you be so sure?” “Dalton,” she replied, cutting a tiny bite of roast beef and popping it in her mouth with a small groan of satisfaction. “I’m going to be honest with you because, well, there’s no reason not to be. Most likely we will not see each other after tonight. You’re not interested in acquiring a wife and you simply wouldn’t do as a husband…” “Are you insulting me?” he asked with a laugh. “Not at all, at least I don’t mean to. I simply mean that you don’t have nearly enough money to tempt me despite… well as I said, you are an attractive man.” “I see. Please go on.” “Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked, pointing at his plate with her fork. “Of course, it’s just that I’m so um… entertained I nearly forgot.” “Don’t make fun of me, Dalton. I’m deadly serious,” she warned, her eyes narrowing. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Please continue. I’d love to hear how you are going to convince your ‘rich husband’ to hand over his money,” he said with a smirk. “All right, laugh if you want, but everything I tell you is the truth,” she replied, taking a bite of mashed potatoes smothered in rich gravy. Picking up her glass she drained it and instantly the waiter was at her side refilling it. “Where I come from, women are raised differently. They are brought up to respect their elders, be graceful and charming at all times and defer to the men in their lives. They learn to run a huge home, manage the household accounts and the servants efficiently all without bothering their lord and master, be it father or husband. Women must be skilled in all social graces, talented in an assortment of extremely boring activities such as needlework and playing the piano and the really clever ones make it all seem effortless.” “Seems reasonable,” he drawled, laughing when she glared at him. “A loving and generous husband had to be acquired at some point, ensuring a woman a safe and secure future for her and her children. It didn’t matter if the man was particularly young or handsome, as long as he had the wherewithal to support her in the style she’d been raised in. She was encouraged to aspire to make the best match that she could. This, of course, was determined by her own beauty,” she pointed out. “Naturally, the more beautiful and talented a woman was, the more likely she was to marry well. Statesmen were to be particularly sought out. After all, they had power and position well beyond the average land owner.” “Did no one value you beyond what you could bring to the family with your looks?” he asked leaning forward. Suzanna looked at him, confused. “What I mean to ask is, was no one interested in you as a person? Who you are on the inside? Your personality, your sense of humor, your mind?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “No, I don’t think so,” she answered, obviously thinking about his question as she chewed. “I don’t think it mattered what I thought about anything. It was obvious from the time I was a very young child that I was going to be a ‘great beauty.’ That’s really all anyone seemed to care about. My mother was always after me about not getting hurt. She didn’t want to risk any unsightly scars. I was never allowed to go outside without protection from the sun lest I get a dreaded freckle, but I never did even though I snuck out plenty of times.” “Go on.” “Anyway, to get back to what I was saying originally, I was trained to be an exceptional wife. The reason I know I can control my future husband and his wealth didn’t come from my mother, however. It came from somewhere else,” she said coyly. “Tell me,” he encouraged, genuinely curious. “What secret spell can you conjure to make a man bend to your will?” Suzanna leaned forward and whispered as the waiter refilled her glass once again. “I don’t know if I should tell you. It’s very intimate and nothing a lady would ever say,” she hissed. “Where did you learn this secret?” he asked, leaning forward too. “In the servant’s quarters,” she replied quietly. “I was always welcome there and people often forgot I was around. My mother would have had a fit had she known, but I found out all sorts of interesting things.” “So tell me,” he insisted, taking a bite of his steak. “I swear I will take it as it’s intended, just a bit of information shared between friends.” Suzanna quickly drank half her glass of champagne before she spoke. “I heard that if a woman... If you've missed any of the other books in the series, they're on sale until 9/3. Happy reading, Stevie Please feel free to email me with any comments, or questions at [email protected]
You can also find me on: .Amazon Authors Page Watching the woman he loves take paying customers upstairs is the hardest thing Charlie Walker has ever had to do. Emelie Svennson’s dream is to sing on stage. When a musical troupe passes through her home in Wisconsin, she believes her dream will be fulfilled when the leader invites her to be the star of his show. By the time she realizes he is nothing more than an abusive bully and her dream is now her nightmare, she finds herself stranded in San Francisco with no money and on the run from the law. As she tries to make her way home to her family, she stops in Culpepper Cove and is drawn to the amazing melodies coming from the Red Petticoat Saloon. The handsome piano player is almost as remarkable as his music. Charlie Walker adores all of the gems he works with, but from the minute he meets Emelie, he knows there is something special about her. As much as he wants her to stay in Culpepper Cove, the thought of her putting on red petticoats and entertaining men upstairs as Silver cuts him to the core. As their pasts clash, Charlie will have to work hard to convince his new gem that he will not only love and honor her, but that he won’t hesitate to drag her across his knee for a bare-bottomed spanking that promises to warm more than just her backside. Can he convince the woman with the voice of an angel that dreams can come true? Excerpt: After thirty minutes of non-stop music, Charlie stood for a short break. A smattering of applause greeted him as he headed to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade. The sight that greeted him when he arrived stopped him in his tracks at the door. "I'm sorry, Miss Jewel, but I just can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't. Please..." "Take a deep breath. We'll figure something out," Jewel comforted. Emelie stood in the middle of the room in the skimpy corset with a too-short skirt of pink petticoats that highlighted her petite bare legs peeking out. Her normally pale complexion was brighter than the pink petticoats that helped draw attention to her pencil thin waist. The fact that the only thing close to ample on her body were her curvy breasts spilling out of the top of her outfit had his already hard cock throbbing with pain in his breeches. Yep, this was going to be a long night indeed. He knew the second she spotted him in the doorway because her arms flew up to shield herself, as if she could. The sight of her was forever burned into his brain and he knew the vision would be the fodder for every single-handed wank he ever gave himself in the future. "Tell her, Charlie." The room of women had turned, waiting expectantly for him to answer a question he hadn't heard. "Excuse me? Can you repeat the question?" he asked sheepishly. Jewel smiled indulgently. "I was just telling Garnet how beautiful she looked in her uniform." "Who the hell is Garnet?" he blurted. Nettie was closest to him and proceeded to reach up and whack the back of his head. "Are you daft, boy? Emelie of course." His feet moved of their own accord, drawing him closer as Emelie's eyes grew larger with each step he took towards her. By the time he stood next to her, he could swear she'd collapse in a faint if he said "boo." She was trembling and her fear angered him. "Begging your pardon, Miss Jewel, but this here gem is no garnet. She's a shiny piece of silver if I ever saw one." Jewel stepped closer. "Yes, well I hardly think it's her name she's protesting. Seems she's having a bit of trouble with the outfit." He tried to reassure her. "The first night will be the worst. It'll take some time getting used to the new uniform." He tried to make her smile with a wink. "And truthfully, I'm a bit jealous. You wait and see how sweltering hot it'll get in that crowded room by the end of the night in this summer heat. You'll be grateful for the lack of heavy clothes, you wait and see." "Well, maybe we should switch outfits then and you can see how you like it." Emelie moved her hands to her hips, looking like she was ready for a fight. So little Miss Emelie had some spunk after all. "I'd be happy to, but I'm not sure the customers would take kindly to me wearing a dress and I'm certain they'll not like you hiding this beautiful body of yours." She was embarrassed by his compliment and, in that moment, he knew she was an innocent. God help him, but it only made him want her that much more. He watched her reaction as he made a suggestion to Jewel. "She says she's a singer. Why not have her skip serving customers for tonight and sing with me instead? It'll give her some time to get used to the goings on and break in this here dress. I'll be able to keep a close eye on her so she doesn't run into any rowdy customers who don't want to take no for an answer." It sounded like a perfectly fine solution to their problem to him. Nettie thought otherwise, muttering under her breath as she walked back over to the stove to stir what smelled like chicken and dumplings. "We need servers, not singers and if he has his way, it'll be a lot more than singing going on between them two before the night is over." The grin on Jewel's face confirmed she agreed with her friend. Charlie didn't much care what they thought. He was too busy being elated at the relief he detected in Emelie. "You'd do that for me? Let me sing with you?" He held out his arm as an invitation. "I'm counting on you at least being able to carry a tune. With your looks, you won't have to be stupendous. You just can't stink." She smiled shyly. "I don't stink." He leaned closer to inhale deeply near her long blonde locks. "No, you most certainly do not." He fought the urge to reach out and smooth down an errant curl. "Let's go pick out some songs you know." Buy Links: Amazon US: http://bit.ly/zonsilver Amazon UK: Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2bQs5WS Blushing Books: http://bit.ly/2bGCt3Y Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons... one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won't be able to put down. Livia's fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance... well, almost. Where you can find Livia: Livia’s Website: www.liviagrant.com Livia’s Blog: www.liviagrant.com/blog Livia’s Newsletter – www.liviagrant.com/newsletter Facebook: www.facebook.com/lb.grant.9 Facebook Author Page to Like: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Livia-Grant/877459968945358 Twitter: www.twitter.com/@LBGrantAuthor Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8474605.Livia_Grant Pintrest: http://www.pinterest.com/lbgrant9/ Corbin’s Bend - http://www.corbinsbend.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/liviagrantauthor/ Thanks for stopping by, Hugs Stevie About The Red Petticoat Saloon series: Author Maddie Taylor joins a long list of other USA Today and international bestselling authors to breath danger, suspense, intrigue, romance and a healthy dose of steam to bring this unique series to life. Each stand-alone book tells the compelling story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they have become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers continuity as they meet 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. CLAIMING CORAL Balking at pre-arranged marriage number four to a man older than her father, Carissa Fulwiler leaves New York City humiliated and alone, but determined to take her future into her own hands. She travels to California to begin a quiet life on the western frontier as a mail-order-bride to a young man of her own choosing. But fate has never been kind to her and she arrives in Culpepper Cove to find her would-be husband dead from a freak accident, leaving her with little money, no job, and no place to live. With few options, Carissa ends up as Coral, the newest Gem at the Red Petticoat Saloon. Bo Magnusson left his troubled past behind long ago and traveled west. Now that he’s established as the town’s blacksmith and owner of the busy livery stable, he's ready to settle down and begin a family. One day, a down on her luck lovely redhead arriving by stage catches his eye. She is obviously a lady and needs a man to protect her, especially when her dire straits force her to take a job dancing with lonely prospectors at the local saloon. This doesn't sit well with him and he pursues her only to be politely, but flatly, rejected. But Bo is stubborn, and he won’t give up trying until his ring is on her finger and she bears his name, even if the convincing means that she’s sporting a bright red bottom while he rekindles her heart and keeps her safe. Having at last won the stubborn young widow's hand, Bo and Coral settle into their new life together, but their pasts come calling one day when her father's man comes to town ready to drag Coral back to New York by whatever means possible. Tempers rise and secrets are revealed, but when the dust settles, will Bo and Coral still be together, or will the treachery and vindictiveness of those dead set against their love tear them apart? Excerpt:
The evenings were spent at home, usually going to bed early and getting to know each other in very intimate ways. Once, after supper, while he was helping her with the dishes, Bo washing while she dried due to the still healing burn on her hand, he accidently splashed the front of her blouse. She wiped at it with her towel, which had only made it worse, soaking her through to the skin. The light weight summer fabric clung to her, as did the camisole she wore underneath, having long since discarded her corsets in light of the summer heat like all the other women in these parts. Fighting a losing battle, she gave up, expecting the thin material would air dry quickly. Holding out her hand for another dish, she glanced up when he didn’t pass her one. His hands had stilled on the plate he’d been scrubbing, but his attention wasn’t on the dish. Instead, his gaze was riveted on her breasts, the nipples taut and blatantly revealed by the clingy wet fabric. An electric charge seemed to snap between them. After a long moment, his eyes lifted and fixed on her own. The dish cloth dropped with a splash into the sink as he moved toward her, a hungry passion burning bright in his eyes. She took a step back, then another, not out of fear, on instinct, like anyone would if facing a huge Viking who was descending upon them. “Bo,” she whispered when the cupboards at her back cut off her retreat. “Open your blouse, Coral. I need to taste your nipples.” She hesitated, a jolt of intense desire making her ache between her thighs. He growled with impatience as he took another step. “Blus. Uv. Nu.” Her hands fluttered up to her collar in front, unable to decide if his words were heavily accented English, or Swedish. “If you value the garment, take it off now.” Without delaying further, she quickly undid the many buttons in front and stripped the blouse off her shoulders. She did so without looking away from his eyes and the turbulent passion she could practically see whirling within him. He was like a marauding Norseman of old, ready to ravish the woman he’d found while pillaging. Being ravished by Bo didn’t sound bad at all, come to think of it. “The camisole goes too,” he whispered hoarsely, when the blouse hit the floor. She didn’t hesitate to pull it up and over her head. Her hair, that she’d unpinned when they got home, fell about her shoulders and over her breasts. His hand reached out and brushed it back behind her. Then his fingers trailed down over the points of her taut, swollen nipples. The rough pads of his fingertips scraped over them, which was delicious and she arched into his touch, silently asking for more. Both hands were at her breasts, his thumbs flicking over the hard tips as he weighed the fullness in his hands. “So damn beautiful, my Coral.” Buy Links: Amazon: http://ow.ly/d1v7302IA1O Barnes and Noble: http://ow.ly/aajO302GYxa Blushing Books: http://ow.ly/QQK3302GYAi All Romance eBooks: http://ow.ly/NcmU302GYDs A captivating new standalone novel in The Red Petticoat Saloon Series from USA Today bestselling author Alta Hensley... Sickly. A whore. On her own. That is how Della would describe herself, or did until she became a gem at The Red Petticoat Saloon. Still sickly, and still a whore, at least she wasn’t on her own any longer. She had become Citrine, one of Jewel’s gems, and she wore the name proudly. It wasn’t until she became deathly ill that she realized just how much people truly cared about her. She had her friends at The Red Petticoat, and she soon had the care of the town doctor—Dr. Anson Norwood. Dr. Norwood promises her that he will fix all that is wrong with his patient and treat her like the gem she truly is. But will the shadows of her past, as well as the ones of Anson Norwood, get in the way? Can she allow the good doctor to fully care for his Citrine? 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 a 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. Excerpt: “I’m not a dirty whore. I’m not,” she wailed. “I just have to do what I have to do to survive. I—” “Shhh…” he soothed, “I know. I know, little one. I never said you were. You are a gem. Just a very sick one, but we’ll get you better soon.” He allowed her to cry for a few moments, holding her firmly to his broad chest. Her bottom half was still exposed, and she didn’t care. All she focused on was the doctor’s strong embrace holding her close. His scent of earthy spice mixed with fresh linen assaulted her nose. His heart beat against her ear, and for the first time in her life, Della never wanted to leave the embrace of a man. She wanted to remain there for as long as he would hold her. “Your tears are breaking my heart,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you cry or hurt you in any way. I apologize for my bedside manner.” “I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “I’m just so tired of being sick. So tired of the fight.” He kissed her softly on top of her head which broke the wall—however weak it was—and the full sobs broke through. All she could do was cry louder and harder, clinging to his shirt for dear life. “It’s all right,” he whispered as he tightened his grip even more. “You are going to be just fine. I’ll get you healthy again, so you don’t have to fight all the time. I’ll fix you up. I don’t tell people that if I don’t mean it. You will be healthy again, Della. I give you my word on that.” Wiping at her eyes, she pulled back enough to look up into his eyes. “I’ve had this sickness since I was a little girl. Long before I spread my legs for any man. I promise you that there is no disease.” The doctor nodded. “All right then. We don’t need to examine you down there if it upsets you so. My intent was never to make you cry. I apologize.” “I don’t want to cause any problems. I swear I am not throwing a tantrum or anything. It’s just—” “Shh… we will do it another time. There is no need to examine you there now. We don’t need to find out why you are so sick right now, but rather concentrate on getting you better. For now, I want you to simply rest.” Pulling away, he adjusted her so she relaxed on the pillow. He pulled down her nightdress to cover her body and then pulled the quilt up to her chin. Della hated that she was no longer being held, and wondered if she could request being hugged by him just a little bit longer. “I need to run up to the O’Leary’s farm and check on their wee one who came down with something. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow, but until then, you stay put. Do you understand?” Della nodded. “Do you understand?” he asked much more firmly. “Yes, sir. I will stay in bed until you return.” He smiled, satisfied with her answer. “Good. I’ll tell Nettie to have your supper brought to you. Eat it all, and drink more water.” He gathered his bag and walked toward the door, stopping to look over his shoulder. “Goodnight, Della.” Buy Links: Amazon Barnes and Noble Blushing Books Alta Hensley Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it. Being a multi-published author in the Domestic Discipline genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Goodreads. You can also contact her at [email protected] Visit her website here: www.altahensley.com Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/author/altahensley Visit her on social media here: Facebook: www.facebook.com/altahensley Twitter: @altahensley Instagram: @altahensly 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? Excerpt: “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. Buy Links: Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance Blushing Books Barnes and Noble Author Bio: 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. Website Amazon Author Page Like/Follow Sue on Facebook Twitter @SueLyndon 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. Excerpt: 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. Buy Links: Blushing Books Amazon 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? Excerpt: 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.” Bio 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. For a free copy of her BDSM Menage Theirs to Punish, visit: http://theirstopunish-freeebook.gr8.com/ 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? Excerpt: 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. You can find Mary's new book by clicking these links, and connect with her on Amazon, Facebook and Twitter. http://www.amazon.com/Hearts-Endeavor-Mary-Wehr-ebook/dp/B01C9JCCBO/ http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hearts-Endeavor-Mary-Wehr-ebook/dp/B01C9JCCBO/ Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Mary-Wehr/e/B00A97DY5C/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/mary.wehr.7 http://marysuewehr.com Twitter @blushingmaryw Author Bio I can totally get into reading about strong, stern heroes and the sassy women who love to drive them up a wall. LOL. Of course, when these ladies get way too out of hand, the hero doesn't think twice about dishing out a good spanking. I write Contemporary DD Romance and Historical Western Spanking Romance. Aside from reading, I like to go for long walks. I also have a weakness for animals. My yard is full of squirrels, chipmunks and birds. Deer pass through once in a while which is always nice to see. I honestly don't know what I'd do without my furry, feathered friends. Thank you so much for buying my books. I'd love to hear from you. E-mail me at: [email protected] Happy reading! Mary |
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