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USA Today Bestselling Authors Maggie Ryan and Alta Hensley join forces again to bring you the second novel in this action-packed, romantic suspense trilogy full of bad boys and the women who love them.
Dark… seductive… promise
Stryder Steele, along with his two brothers and father, lives by one code: Help all in need. Even if it means saving those who walk among the most sinister criminals in the world. Known as The Black Stallions, their mission is simple – provide rescue and safety to the innocents drawn into the evil depths of the underground.
Zoya Morozova has been kidnapped and ready to be sold at an underground human auction in Moscow. Being sold to the highest bidder, she has no idea her life is about to change when her new Master is the dark and mysterious… Stryder Steele.
Bad boy Stryder remembers the pain of being unable to save another but he’ll put his life on the line to save this beautiful Russian farm girl. When he buys Zoya with the purpose of rescuing her, he has no idea that she may have the power to rescue him as well.
Flown to The Black Stallion Ranch, and with the help of Zoya and the knowledge of the human sex trade she has, can the Steeles put together the pieces in time to save all the innocent women who had been sold to the monsters of the underground, or will they lose to the mastermind of it all?
Publisher's Note: This book contains graphic sex and BDSM elements.
About the Authors:
Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in Dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, and historical. She writes the naughty… and then the cure for it.
Being a multi-published author in the power exchange genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.
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A USA Today and #1 international best selling author, Maggie Ryan has been writing stories as long as she can remember. She enjoys writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. She loves developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. Her heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. Her heroes recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. She enjoys sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. She also enjoys writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn't have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today's present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. Her hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow her books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.
Are erotic fantasies best left in the pages of a book?
As a mousy, straight-laced librarian by day, and an erotic book blogger by night, that is the question that haunts Nora Simmons day in and day out. She fantasizes about finding her own dominant man, and acting out her favorite scenes from her favorite books-as well as some new ones-but girls like her don't belong in that world in real life, or so she tells herself.
Everything changes when one of her favorite authors writes to her about a job opening at their publishing company. When her well-meaning but insanely bossy best friend kidnaps her for an innocent sounding girls' weekend and then drags her to a party where women willingly place themselves over a dominant man's lap, she has a choice to make. Does she have the courage to do some personal research and ask for the discipline she's craved forever, or will she pass up the chance to discover whether fantasy can become her delicious new reality?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the elements of power exchange and domestic discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
What happens when art comes to life?
Newly married Lucinda Harris is a promising Atlanta artist. During the course of a passionate bedtime romp with her husband Michael, she realizes that having her bottom warmed only adds to her pleasure, and begins to wonder how she can get Michael to explore that avenue further.
Lucinda's erotic paintings become her way of conveying her domestic discipline fantasies to her husband, and life comes to imitate art in their cozy suburban love nest. But her erotic art also becomes popular with the public, and when she fails to deal with criticism in a mature way, she has to acknowledge that as well as for pleasure, she also needs Michael's firm hand to keep her career on an even keel.Publisher's Note: This is a newly released version of a previous title by the same name with the author writing as Carl Hamlin. It contains elements of domestic discipline and explicit scenes.
Innocent Beauty by Maryse Dawson
Louisa Tomlinson, having recently arrived at her new home in Dorset, manages to make a bad impression on the handsome Finlay Armitage. He finds her a little wild and in need of taming. She finds him high-handed and overbearing, but living in close proximity means they will encounter one another often.
A man of little tolerance, Louisa learns that Finlay has his own methods of controlling her willful nature by turning her over his knee for a sound spanking.
When Finlay asks her to be his wife, she refuses, having fallen under the spell of the charlatan Clarence Pencutt, a man of dubious character. Finlay tries to warn her away and win her affections, but Louisa is not so sure. In her innocence, she cannot see Clarence for who he really is. Besides, does she really want a husband that will take her in hand and curb her defiant spirit?
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Rocky Mountain Rpgue by Lee Savino
Rancher Ciaran O'Connor is one of the best and most successful equine and canine trainers in the Northwest. Finding a date is never hard for him, but unearthing a woman who meets all of his particular expectations and is not too needy herself is more challenging. He is ready to wait for as long as it takes when he spots Nurse Katherine Franklin and makes a horse trade to get better acquainted with her. Ciaran soon finds that, just like with his wild or abused animals, he must slowly work at the puzzle of Katie's past to find the jewel hidden beneath all that manipulation. It will take all the tools in his arsenal to reach his goal.
Katie has a reputation with the men in the community; she's known for being hard to catch and impossible to keep, but Ciaran O'Connor makes her blood run hot. He is honest, protective, a hard worker, and the most gentle man she has ever known. This rancher expects the woman he loves to allow him to take care of her, which includes her obedience when he asks for it... and a red hot bottom when she doesn't. Ciaran doesn't need someone like Katie, whose past screams for her to run while her heart begs her to stay.
Can Ciaran convince Katherine that his take-charge lifestyle is not only what she needs, but everything she craves? Or is she going to turn away from the future she desires because of the past she has endured?
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Begin Again by Jane Henry
Things are going well for Meredith and her husband, Paolo - until a terrible car accident leaves him disabled. As he distances himself from her emotionally, Meredith finds herself increasingly seeking consolation in her fantasy world. Escaping into her erotic romance books helps keep the loneliness at bay, and awakens in her a curiosity about the Dominant/submissive lifestyle.
The day she stumbles across a website forum for real-life submissives and Dominants, her life is forever changed. These are not characters created by authors. They are real people, who are both familiar with and willing to discuss the D/s lifestyle with her. As Meredith's knowledge and understanding increase, she realizes that there is one question only she can answer - is she truly submissive, or is the fantasy better left in the pages of books?
In a last ditch attempt to discover who she really is, she agrees to pledge her obedience to an anonymous, online Dom. After all, it can't really be considered cheating if he is just a faceless entity in cyberspace, surely? The first time she's given an order, however, the scenario becomes all too real, leaving her with some serious thinking to do. Will her devotion to her online Dominant take precedence over her real, flesh and blood husband?
Will Meredith's journey of self-discovery destroy her marriage, or will she and Paolo somehow find a way to begin again?
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A Beautiful Ranch by Misty Malone
Dalton Henderson has his life and his ranch under control and running smoothly... until his sister, Daphne, asks him whether her old school friend can stay with him on his ranch for a little while. Lily is an artist who paints mostly scenery, and is trying to recover from a bad personal experience. Lily needs a new start, with new scenery to look at, in order to get her inspiration back.
Dalton reluctantly agrees, and his previously quiet, orderly life quickly changes. Lily loves staying at the ranch, and is inspired by her new surroundings. She sees beauty where others don't, and, by seeing his own ranch through her eyes, Dalton finds himself impressed - both by her and her artistic talent. But although Lily is quick to see the beauty around her, she can't - or won't - see the potential dangers. Dalton is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes an occasional trip across his knee.
His unique method of protecting her seems to be working well, until the two find themselves confronted by an unknown but serious threat. And until Dalton manages to find out who is behind it, he will have his hands full keeping both of them safe.
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Now, Rayanna, can you tell me about one or two of your books- I mean where should I start? What should I read first?
Oh man- it really depends what you are in the mood for- If you like sweet and clean domestic discipline- definitely read my Love Multiplied Series. If you like your DD a little sexier- read any of my Corbin’s Bend books- and if you like a good Daddy Dom story read Catching Her Cowboy Daddy or Cole For Christmas.
What was the first book you wrote? Bride Two Soon- The first book in my Love Multiplied Series- which is a series of sweet and clean domestic discipline romances that take place in a polygamous community where the belief is that the woman receivs a vision of sorts that tells her who she is supposed to marry.
The fourth book in this series just came out, Books 1-3 are on sale, and Book 5 will be out for New Years- and FREE.
And what inspired you to start writing? As a kid, I always dreamed of being an author, and then when I was in my teens I quit writing for many years. My reading tastes had changed, but I wasn’t ready to write the things I wanted to read, and for some reason I was putting pressure on myself thinking that I needed to. When I was in my 30’s I met a friend *cough* the person giving this interview *cough* who encouraged me to write a book for Blushing. I was homeschooling at the time, and it had been so long, and I couldn’t make a go of it at the time. A year later, I moved to Utah, put the kids in public school, and was just deep in culture shock and not knowing what to do with myself. There are a lot of very different polygamist sects around where I live, and I just started researching them all. I watched all the shows, I read what I could- and because it’s what I do, and because I had heard rumors that domestic discipline was prevalent in the area, I began to look for polygamy spanking books. I didn’t find many. So, I wrote one. And then another, and another.
What genre do you like to read? Contemporary Romance of all kinds from super sweet and clean to dirty gritty bdsm.
Do you have an author who influenced the way you write? I don’t really consider myself to be influenced by anyone, unless I’ve met them and actually talked writing with them. That being said, my biggest influences are Patty Devlin, who taught me what head hopping was, convinced me to write in third person and pretty much held my hand through the entire process of writing my first book. The other is Thianna D, who brought me in on the Corbin’s Bend project, taught me some of the funnest rules I’ve ever learned when it comes to editing, forced me to write my first sex scene, jumped at the chance when I timidly asked her to co –write my first M/m romance, and taught me how to stick up for myself as an author. Oh! She also introduced me to some great reviewers as well!
What is your toughest criticism? I have a tendency to go deep POV too often. I don’t push myself enough. I’m working on both. I think I’ve made some good progress this year.
And your best compliment? So many. I think every review is a compliment. So I will just say the fact that it took me two and a half years to receive less than a three star review on Amazon. I take that as a compliment. ;) But honestly, I’m glad it finally happened. That was a lot of pressure! ;)
What do you like to do when you are not writing? Talk to friends, hang out with my kids, cook-not bake-shop, read. Eat sushi, Collect knee socks, and share good coffee or good wine with good friends and family.
Are you a Morning or Evening person? That’s like asking me to choose between coffee and wine. Most people will tell you I’m not a morning person- but I don’t really agree. I am an early riser and I wake up easily. I just also like quiet in the morning. I don’t want to be asked questions, talked to about my plans for the day, (or yours for that matter) or be otherwise pissed off. (Can I say pissed off in an interview? Whatever. I’m saying it.)
And for fun, does Prince Charming really exist? Sure he does. I married him. HAHAHAHA Real answer? –A little prince charming exists in all men. So does a little Darth Vader.
Rayanna Jamison has always dreamed of becoming an author. She credits a big move from Oregon to Utah in 2013 as the catalyst that finally began her writing career. She now lives in Southern Utah with her husband, two children, two dogs, and her mother. She writes what she loves to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking, crafting, and shopping, and that's just in her spare time. When the kids and husband are home, she can be found baking with her daughter, watching her son and his friends, and hosting neighborhood block parties. She loves exploring her new area, and finding fun new things to do with her family. Don’t miss these exciting titles by Rayanna Jamison and Blushing Books!
Catching Her Cowboy Daddy Santa, Sir Cole for Christmas Other Uses for a Wooden Spoon Corbin’s Bend Series A Perfect Partnership A Holiday Ruse Ginger UP Love Multiplied Series: Green Valley Brides, Books 1 & 2 Luke’s First Bride, Book 3 Vegas Nights Series: Collared, Book One Audio Books: The Bishop’s First Bride Bride Two Soon
I admit that it was hard for me to write this book, the last of the best-selling Red Petticoat Saloon series. I have fallen in love with this series watching the characters come to life. It was very difficult knowing that we were saying good bye to Jewel and Gabe. Each author has brought their gems to life and taken readers on journeys that I never imagined when we began the series. While we are leaving Culpepper Cove, I hope you agree that it became a better place with each story written.
I have laughed, cried, gripped the edge of my seat, and watched each one of Jewel's gems overcome obstacles to discover that they not only have found themselves, they've found a family that will always be there for them. I've seen men who have the capacity to offer unconditional love as well as much needed guidance fall in love with women that some in society consider unworthy. I have seen Nettie, that feisty, lovable, spoon-wielding cook come to life and find her happiness in not only serving up the best food this side of the Mississippi, but being the Mama Bear to every gem under the Red Petticoat's roof.
I can't thank my fellow authors enough for joining me in this incredible journey. I can't thank the readers enough for taking this journey with us and hope that you've enjoyed every step along the way. I hope that with Gabe's Golden Girl you feel that you've come full circle-that you journeyed with Lady Juliette Gardner from England to California as she met Gabriel Vasquez and together they shared their dreams and worked to make them come true. And, in the end, what can be better than that? Thank you again.
The true treasure in life is the love we share... What happens when two people, both from different countries, different stations in life, different in every way are thrown together by circumstance? If they are Gabriel Vasquez and Lady Juliette Gardner, magic happens. They both had dreams of building a life, a better life in their chosen land. Gabe dreams of making his mine, the Corazon de Oro, be one of the most successful mines of California's gold rush. Jewel dreams of building a place where women no longer need to feel as if they have no hope of a future. As they fall in love and combine their dreams, they build The Red Petticoat Saloon in the small town of Culpepper Cove. Many gems have come and gone, many have stayed and yet all became not only gems but members of a family-a diverse family-a family that will encourage you to follow your dreams. A family that laughs and cries together, one where members offer a shoulder to cry on or, if you happen to be a feisty cook named Nettie, a tap of her infamous wooden spoon against your backside. Though her dream has come true, Jewel continues to wonder what has the man who has stolen her heart so unbending when it comes to extracting a price when she or one of their gems steps out of line. He never hesitates to remind the women under his roof that the price of breaking rules that are meant to keep them safe is a hot, aching behind. What has driven this loving man to risk his life for what most of society consider as fallen women? What secrets hide behind those incredible, chocolate colored eyes? Why is he so reluctant to share his past, to talk about his family that he left behind in his native country? Why can't a man Jewel knows has given her his heart and soul, give her these answers? On the day their mine, Corazon de Oro, reveals its heart, Gabe discovers that there are more important things than any amount of gold. Jewel's love and desire to make the world a better place touch his soul-all the treasure he'll ever need is found in the arms of his golden girl. Gabe's Golden Girl is the last book in the bestselling series, The Red Petticoat Saloon. DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicitly described sexual scenarios including anal play, and elements of power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. 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.
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Gabriel would never tire of just watching her. It didn't matter if Jewel was mentoring or just chatting with one of the many women she'd brought into her heart and the Red Petticoat Saloon, or if she was in the kitchen cajoling Nettie into making yet another batch of beignets, or if she was lounging in the bath, her skin slick with the scented oils she'd pour into the water, relaxing after yet another busy day. But, one of his favorite ways to watch her was when she was simply sleeping... her hair spread across the pillows like golden sunbeams, her face and body soft in repose.
Lifting himself onto an elbow, he leaned over her to run his fingertips down the slender column of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He smiled when little bumps began to rise on her skin as he followed the dip of her waist and then climbed the curve of her hip towards his final destination, a well-rounded buttock. Gabe grinned when she gave a soft moan, her bottom wiggling, pushing back as if seeking his warmth.
"Te amo, querida." The words declaring his love were whispered into her ear as his hand moved strands of gold away from the pink shell. His teeth captured the lobe, giving a nip that had her moaning again and, he saw, her sweet pink nipples puckering. His cock, already stiff, hardened further as his fingertips slipped into the divide of her ass, sliding down to the treasure hidden between the plump globes. Though the room was dark with only the barest illumination from the moon shining through the window, Gabe didn't need any light to know the exact moment she became fully aware of him as she stiffened with the pressure of the finger pressing against her anus, her hips pulling away for just a moment before he spoke.
"Naughty." His smile belied his chastisement, as did her almost instant relaxation, her cheeks unclenching from where they'd attempted to still his hand... to keep his fingers from moving against her body. Bending over her again, he saw her eyes opening, the golden lashes lifting to reveal the most stunning blue eyes he loved watching go from clear and focused to glazed and dreamy with her lust. "What happens to naughty girls?"
"Hmmm?" she murmured, then gasped as he nipped the side of her neck.
"You heard me," he said, licking the spot he'd just bitten, then blowing across the wet skin, seeing her nipples becoming tight little berries begging to be plucked. "But, since you seem to need a reminder..."
"Gabe!" she shrieked as, with one thrust, the fingertip that had been circling her anus drove inside.
"That's not a proper answer either, my naughty girl," he said, continuing to press into her most intimate opening. God, he loved the way she blushed, adored watching the color begin in her breasts, flushing the mounds a beautiful pink that accentuated the color of her nipples before moving up her neck to stain her cheeks with a rosy flush. He loved even more to add that same pink hue to her other set of cheeks. His finger continued to move, to explore, to press in and withdraw until she was moaning.
"They get punished," she whispered, her head turning to find his eyes with hers.
"Tienes razón. That's right. Naughty little girls get punished." He bent, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. "Naughty little girls get their little bottoms reddened and then fucked, don't they, querida?"
Her eyelids lowered for just a moment before opening, the desire he loved to see beginning to fill them. "Yes, sir." It was all she had time to say before he took her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance, pressing between soft lips just as his finger continued to press in and out of her ass. A slim arm came up to wrap itself around his neck, fingers sliding through his hair, as she surrendered to him.
Without ever removing his finger, Gabe moved her, her body pliant, trusting him as he settled himself onto his back, her body lying on his, her head towards his feet, her silken hair caressing his stomach and his groin. Her groan as a second finger joined the first to scissor, to begin to stretch her ring of muscle was muffled as his cock was already surrounded by the warmth of her mouth, her tongue licking against his length. Her self-control was absolutely amazing as he began to slap her cheeks, alternating from one to another, his fingers playing, her bottom pinkening as she continued to pleasure him, to suckle deeply as he pushed both his cock and his fingers deeper. He inhaled her scent and lifted his head to swipe his tongue between the slick folds of her sex, her body jerking and her throat vibrating around his cock as she voiced her pleasure the best she could. Her small pearl swelled, her mewls of need sounding as he teased the small bud, lapping in circles around its base but not yet drawing it into his mouth. Instead, his tongue delved back into her sex, tasting her cream as his cock began to swell even further, telling him that it was time to finish warming her rear before he'd claim what was his.
The cracks of his palm against her flesh resounded in the room. Her cheeks jiggled with each swat only to still and clench a moment before relaxing, her hips pressing up to meet his hand and then sinking down to seek the tongue that he continued to fuck her with until he drew back.
"You will come for me, Jewel. Come now," he ordered, giving her two harder swats and then, finally, taking her clit between his lips and suckling hard. She stiffened, her shriek more of a growl, his cockhead's presence not allowing it to escape her throat as her body contracted, holding his fingers trapped in her bottom as she convulsed. It was an amazing sign of her desire to submit that her lips never loosened around his shaft, her tongue continued to lave and lick, her cheeks to hollow in and out as she suckled throughout her implosion. Giving a final swipe of his tongue to soothe the little pearl he'd nipped, he then popped his fingers from her bottom and reached for the small jar of emollient he'd gotten from Dr. Norwood. Once he'd daubed a generous amount onto her bottom-hole, his earlier ministrations assuring that its application deep inside the dark channel was easily completed, he lifted her off him, his move forcing her lips to open... to release him. His grin grew when she gave a soft whine, her lips parting, her head moving forward like a little girl denied her favorite lollipop.
A quick swat to the underside of her buttock changed the whine to a squeal. "Don't be a greedy girl," he teased, repeating the smack to her other sit spot. "On your knees, hands on the rail, legs apart and, this..." he said, running his palm over her ass, "well up." She didn't speak but was quickly in the position ordered, her inner thighs glistening with her arousal, her labia swollen, her glorious bottom a mottled pink and pressed high. Kneeling behind her, Gabe fisted his cock, her oral skills slickening it and yet he took the time to coat his shaft with more of the ointment. He wasn't punishing her despite his earlier teasing. No, this was for pleasure... both his and hers. Settling between her spread knees, he gripped her spanked globes with his fingers, pulling them apart to expose his destination. Pressing forward, his cockhead rested against her dusky pucker for the briefest moment before he gave a thrust of his hips and began to press inside.
"Oh... oh, Gabe," Jewel moaned, her back arching at the pressure required to accept him into her body.
With his cockhead seated, he released her cheeks and bent over her small frame, pressing inch by inch inside, the grip of her velvet walls sliding ever so slowly over his shaft as he went deeper felt incredible. Bent over her back, he placed his lips against her ear. "I love fucking your ass."
He could feel her entire body shudder as he bit her neck, could feel her unconscious resistance falling away, her channel surrendering to him, allowing him to sink balls deep. Gabe continued to nip, kiss, lick, and nibble on her neck and her shoulders as his hands moved beneath her to grasp her breasts, hefting them in his palms, kneading the soft flesh before fingers captured pebbled nipples and began to gently tug, twist and pull until she was moaning, her hips moving in sync with his as his movements quickened, his cock filling her, stretching her then causing her to mewl with its withdrawal only to moan as he sank deep yet again, the heat of her spanked bottom warming his abdomen each time his balls slapped against her splayed, dripping pussy.
"You're going to come with me," he ordered, running the tip of his tongue over the red marks his teeth had just made on her skin. "I want you to come hard. I want to feel your ass milking my cock. Come for me, querida." She gasped, her knuckles white with their grip on the rails, her eyes glazed as she turned to look over her shoulder, her hair tangled and disheveled as she nodded her understanding, her acceptance of his demand. Gabe smiled, lifted himself from her back, raised his hand and crashed it down again and again on her buttocks as he fucked her until her head arched back and she screamed her bliss to the ceiling. The channel that had accepted his cock became a vise, clamping and releasing again and again as her climax roared through her. Gabe gritted his teeth at the combination of pleasure and pain until he could move again, to piston his hips until that magical moment of expectation promising extreme bliss held both his heart and breath frozen for an instant before he fell into the abyss, his seed surging up, swelling his cock further until it jetted from him, filling her bowels again and again.
His breaths came in deep inhalations, expelling onto her skin which was glistening with exertion. Carefully withdrawing from her, he rolled to his back again, pulling her to lay on top of him again but this time with her cheek resting on his chest, her ear pressed above where his heart was beating rapidly. One arm held her across her warm buttocks, the other pressed damp tendrils of hair off her face. Her sigh was one of deep contentment, her body's relaxation against his spoke of pleasure shared. When she turned her face up, her eyes were soft, her smile the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.
"Now, that's what happens to naughty little girls," he said, bending forward to kiss her forehead.
"Hmmm," she purred, her fingertips playing with his nipple. "Shall I apologize in advance by saying that I'm sure I'll need to be reminded again... and again?"
He chuckled, pulled her up until he could kiss her properly and then said, "I'll gladly spend the rest of my life reminding you, querida."
"Good, I love you, Gabriel."
"Te amo, my Juliette." Plundering her mouth one more time, he shifted them, spooning her back to his front, his hand cupping her breast. People spent a lifetime worrying about getting into heaven-he'd stopped thinking about that the moment he met the woman in his arms. After all, why worry about the future when he was already experiencing heaven on Earth?
Previous books in the Red Petticoat Series...
Wild Turkey by Beth Bennett
Can the firm hand of a Yankee railway man claim the heart of an untamed mountain girl?
This sweet, spanking, historical romance takes place in the years just after the civil war. The Baltimore and Ohio railway is hungry for land and Olivia Overton's farm stands directly in its path. Jackson Daniels, handsome and accomplished, is used to being obeyed. Olivia, in charge of the family farm, is used to having her way. Jackson lays down the law as his company swallows up Olivia's homestead.
After finding out the details of the lovely young woman's circumstances, honor compels Jackson to come to her rescue. She becomes his ward and the adventure moves from the mountains of Virginia to the center of New York high society. Olivia must navigate big city aristocrats and Jackson Daniels all at the same time.
Will love finally bring the heart of a big city Yankee and the spirit of a wild turkey from Virginia together at last?
The Royal Psychic by Ruby Caine
Lenore Royal, the River Parishes' psychic, used to lead a quiet, solitary life. Until now. She finds herself trying to help the police bring a serial killer to justice while starting to date a sexy, dominant man who has his own ideas about her safety and her assistance with the investigation. Add to that, the increasing number of spirits haunting her new home at River Oaks and her life is no longer quiet or solitary. Now that she has finally found a man, will she lose him to her tendency to talk to the dead? What measures will he take to keep her safe and can she agree to his terms?
Gene Zeringue, local newspaper editor, deals with logic and facts. When his lady gets pulled into a dangerous police investigation, he struggles to come to terms with her paranormal talents. He is also determined to step up and do whatever is necessary to keep Lenore safe. Can he protect her from spirits only she has the talent to see? What if her involvement brings a serial killer her way?
Publishers note: This book contains elements of spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.
Onyx: Midnight Oasis, Book One by Jill Shannon
All her life, Sadie Sommers has dreamed of becoming a singer. When she is hired to perform on the Onyx, the first ship in a new BDSM cruise line, she hopes to grab the attention of a music producer. Instead, she grabs the attention of her boss, Master Cameron.
Cameron Alexander, co-owner of the Midnight Oasis Cruise Line, knew Sadie was the submissive for him the minute he heard her sing in a bar in New York. When she accepts the position as lead singer during the maiden voyage of the Onyx, he has seven days to convince her she belongs to him in all ways.
But when Sadie doesn't return to the ship after a day in Jamaica, Cameron is forced to choose between saving Sadie and avenging his parents' deaths. Delicious games are played on this beautiful ship, but no one expected some to become a matter of life and death.
Publisher's Note: This book contains the spanking of adult women as well as explicit sexual scenes and elements of BDSM, including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
My Dominic by Jaye Vasquez
Jenna Avery is fierce and independent. With a promising legal career and a place of her own, a steamy romance with her gorgeous client, Dominic James, is just what her life needs.
But Dominic has a secret.
When a partner at her law firm starts harassing Jenna, she is caught between keeping her mouth shut and not risking her chance for promotion... or telling her boss, and risking her career. Can her career and her relationship survive the struggle?
Wow! Hasn't this been exciting? I don't know about you but I've always been a fan of old westerns and more than half in love with dusty old cowboys-and the sterner, the better. John Wayne definitely fueled many of my girlhood daydreams, alongside Sam Elliot and Clint Eastwood. Now, we have Gabe, John, Jeb, Bo and the rest of those dominant men of Culpepper Cove. I hope you'll find Tripp and Diamond's story to be fuel for some of your own daydreams.
It didn't take long for Diamond to start telling me her story. When I heard about The Red Petticoat Saloon Series, I wasn't sure that I could participate, but Diamond is a woman who won't be ignored. She demanded her place in the series and she got it. Although, I have to say a big, giant thank you to Maggie Ryan, my co-author.
Sometimes, no matter how vividly the characters talk to you, life happens and you just don't get a chance to tell their stories. This was the case with my story, Diamond in the Rough. If, not for Maggie, Tripp and Diamond would still be buried on my hard drive with a slew of other unfinished works.
Thank you, Maggie. As always, you make me look good-and I hope you already know I'd be lost without you. Thank you for helping bring these amazing characters to life.
And to our readers, I hope you will fall in love with Culpepper Cover and the Red Petticoat Saloon family.
Marshal Tripp Houston makes his own luck and doesn't believe in chance-until Lady Luck smiles up at him with her cat-like green eyes. If it's the last thing he does, Tripp is dead set on bringing down the vile Shotgun Slick Gang. It's been said that the outlaws have a woman traveling with them. Tripp is almost certain that woman is Diamond, especially with her sneaking around and asking lots of questions. But, if he's wrong, and she is the innocent she proclaims, then once every last slimy one of the gang are swinging from a tree, he plans to hand in his tin star and settle down with the little card-dealing gem who ran away with not only his horse, but his heart as well. After all, he knows just how to tame a feisty gem.
Diamond won't take no for an answer, especially when it comes to those bossy men of Culpepper Cove standing in the way of finding her sister Damaris-not even when it means she will end up with a hot, achy backside over the knee of one very stubborn lawman. The trail she'd been following for months led her to Culpepper Cove and The Red Petticoat Saloon where she entertains the men while dealing blackjack and sifting through their conversations for information that will help her find Damaris-but she doesn't go upstairs. That is until the night she makes a silly bet, (it had worked for Jewel, hadn't it?) and ends up falling for the man who tried her patience at every turn. Will the bet cost more than her virginity? She hadn't wagered her heart, but she may very well have lost it to him already.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
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.
The room, blurry.
The table, rocking.
The lantern, swinging.
The faces, swaying.
The voices, echoing.
The laughter, evil.
She wasn't dead yet. God help her, she'd prayed for death.
Searing pain crisscrossed her back and thighs. It was hot and wet, and tight. She was sure many of the agonizing stripes from the strap had torn her skin, as well as biting down into the flesh. She could smell the sweet sickening scent of her own blood as well as taste it in her mouth. Why couldn't she have died?
"There ya go, kid. I got her all primed and ready for ya." The horrifying laughs echoed off the walls of her skull as a slap to her ass jolted her. It didn't hurt. She was pretty much numb to the abuse of her lower body now.
The slap did little more than jar her back to the reality. She couldn't remember which one of them it was, or how many had taken her now. The one thing she did know was, if she didn't die, she'd make sure the rest of them died in the most agonizing way she could manage. She was made of stronger stock, if she'd learned one thing from her father, it was that.
The oppressive heat weighed heavily on her. Rain would do them all some good. The pressure in the air had more than a few miners in ill spirits. Gabe had mentioned as much before the customers had even begun to trail into the Red Petticoat Saloon that afternoon. A storm was in the air. The humidity clung to Diamond's neck, her well-endowed bosom and the small of her back. Her once tightly coiled hair knot had long since strayed, leaving her coiffure a mass of frizzy spirals, springing free all over the place. She lifted the hair off her neck for at least the tenth time in just a few hours. She couldn't fathom how the upstairs gals could bear to lie under a sweaty, grunting man on a night like tonight. Diamond could hardly stand being inside the bar, let alone thinking of anyone touching her.
She'd been feeling a bit off and needed some fresh air. Why, she'd even felt like she might faint! At least that was what she would tell Gabe if he found her outside in the dark. God forbid a gem be found outside unescorted after dusk had fallen. She had heard-no, she'd seen Gabe spank more than one gem for the like. It was one of the only really hard and fast rules at the Red Petticoat or at least the most strictly enforced rule. Ironic that he placed such an importance on the gems' safety but was more than willing to lay a belt to their backsides if he felt they deserved it.
She should probably head back inside before someone wondered where she'd gone and began to worry. Besides, maybe tonight was the night she'd finally learn something useful about Damaris. She'd been feeling rather restless the last couple days. Her leads had long since dried up. She was no closer to finding her sister now than she was three months ago back in St. Louis, worse even. When she'd left the city, she'd had her sister's letter telling Delaney she was working in San Francisco. But since then nothing. Not a single word from Damaris. Still, there was a slew of men in the saloon tonight whom she'd never seen around before. Perhaps one of them had come from the city and would have a tidbit to offer. All she needed was something new to go on. Damaris couldn't have up and disappeared.
Opal had told her that they'd be real busy tonight. Miners and cowboys alike preferred to be in the saloons when storms were coming in. No one wanted to be cooped up in a flooded tent or shack on the edge of a river for days on end after a downpour filled the washes and stranded a person until the water receded again. Miners were quick to relate stories of men getting washed clear to Mexico if they weren't careful during the heavy rain. Though Delaney was quick to discount their rather outrageous tales, once she'd heard the story of a woman named Chin, known as Jade during her stay at the saloon, she'd understood that such storms could indeed claim a body. It had only been by the grace of God and the Drake brothers that Chin had been rescued from such a fate and was now wed to Cullen Drake.
"You all right, miss?" A deep masculine voice very near her ear, startled her out of her musings. She spun around, her heart ricocheting against her ribs under the stifling corset, cinched tightly around her waist.
She shrieked, stumbling backwards, nearly losing her footing as she stepped in a rut in the dark. "What in all that is holy are you doing, sneaking up on a lady like that?" Lord almighty, he'd been so near she was certain she'd felt his breath on her ear. Must've been Charlie and Silver's rowdy song flowing out of the saloon and into the streets that masked the man coming so close to her without her notice. She swatted at his hands as he tried to steady her with his strong grip.
"A lady?" He looked pointedly to her bosom, now nearly overflowing from her scantily low-cut bodice, then his sinfully dark eyes locked on hers. A cocky tilt at the side of his lips accompanied his words. "What's a lady doing in an alley behind a saloon at this time of night?" His voice was deep and carried the same tone of authority that Gabe's would when he called a girl out on her behavior, the difference being that this man's voice sent warmth to her middle. The man had somehow managed to come even closer while she'd been trying to right herself. Now she'd have to push him aside or step around him to get away. He stood there, so close, casually breathing in each breath she exhaled, one hand on the wall on either side of her shoulders. She'd been backed right up against the building. Her daddy always said she didn't have much common sense. Now what was she going to do?
"Gabe was on his way out to get a breath of air with me." She grasped for a way to put him off. "He went to fetch a drink for me first, so you better just back away and get on out of here. He doesn't take kindly to drifters taking advantage of his girls." She tried to sidestep, and duck under his arm but he stepped along to the side at the same time, staying right with her, so that she was still effectively pinned between him and the exterior saloon wall. She couldn't help but notice how nicely he was built. Under a leather vest, his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, showing his bare chest. And he smelled so manly and clean, unlike many of the miners who came in. Wait! What the hell was she thinking? The heat really was getting to her. "I'm warning you-"
"Save it, honey. I saw him heading upstairs as I left the bar. Kind of strange for a gem to go wandering outside after dark, especially knowing that Gabe will likely tan her hide for it. So, what lured you out?" He stepped closer, his hips pinning her to the white-washed wall behind her, while he leaned on one elbow so he could tug on one of her springy curls with his free hand. "Meeting someone? Someone you don't want Gabe or Madam Jewel to know about? Or perhaps you like living dangerously... are you the sort of gal who enjoys having her bottom attended to?"
"What!" Delaney could feel her cheeks heat even more at the indecent inquiry. "No! I told you, I needed air!" She shoved at his chest. "If you know Gabe so well, you know he was probably heading upstairs to look for me and when he doesn't find me, he'll be right out. No matter who you are, if you are threatening me, he will-"
He cut her off. "I'm not threatening you, ladybug. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. I'd hate for you to meet up with some nefarious outlaw out here. They are all around, you know?" His eyes seemed to drill into her. His calculating gaze digging right into her head, trying to find out something, or set her up... Who could he possibly think she'd be meeting? And besides-it wasn't like Jewel owned her.
"Listen, mister. My break is up. I need to get back inside. Either let me go or you'll be answering to Gabe. If you want anything else, you'll have to sit at my table. Maybe lady luck will be with you tonight." She glared at him, willing her smile to be just as cunning as his, and lifted her chest higher, thrusting her breasts out. "No, perhaps you better sit elsewhere, I have the distinct impression lady luck doesn't like you at all." She stood up tall, as tall as her short stature would allow her, and pressed her hips back toward his, instead of trying to slip away. Satisfaction came quickly when she noted the quick intake of breath he took. She was perhaps more chaste than the ladies she worked with but she wasn't innocent enough to be unaware of the hard edge pressing into her tummy.
"I'm not worried about luck; I make my own." He leaned in, pressing harder into her soft middle, taking back the small space she'd gained. "My guess is you make your own luck too, don't you?" His words were a husky whisper, hot against her skin, and probably not overheard by anyone, but they made her nipples tingle and pebble tight inside her bodice. Could he feel them too?
"Diamond girl, what are you doing? We were looking for you." Gabe's words came through the dark, a stark relief to Delaney, even though the man holding her against the wall hardly seemed to care about the presence of her guardian angel. He stepped back only enough to turn his face to Gabe, but not enough to release her. She pressed against his chest with the hand resting between them, but he stayed there as if she were a babe with no strength at all.
"Gabe, yes, I..." She didn't know what to say. Where had her previous excuse gone? Oh yes, now she remembered. "I wasn't feeling well so I came out to get some air. It was so warm inside..."
Her new friend's eyes sparkled with mischief, and even though she didn't know him, she knew he was about to run his mouth.
"I saw her sneak out the door and followed her to be sure she was safe. I told her it was dangerous out here for a lady alone. I know you understand that, Gabe, but these womenfolk need to know it too. We've talked of this before. These gals have to know the dangers. We have all sorts of scoundrels out here at night: outlaws, rowdy ranchers, drunken miners; it's just not safe."
"Oh, yes, you can be sure the gems know that, Marshal. And you can count on the fact that Diamond won't do it again after tonight either." Even in the dark, Delaney could see the telling muscle tick in Gabe's rigid jaw.
"Good, we have to keep them safe. Can I talk to her a few more minutes before she comes in? If you like, I'll bring her straight to you when I'm done." He lowered his arm and stepped back. She could run now if she wanted, yet she stayed.
"Diamond?" Gabe came closer, as if wanting to know for sure she was comfortable before leaving her. She should go back inside with him, but now her curiosity was piqued, and it seemed that Gabe knew and trusted the man holding her waist so firmly.
"Yes, Gabe, if I could just have a few more minutes? I'm sorry for worrying you. I just needed a little air and you weren't nearby..."
Gabe nodded. "I'd like to talk to you inside before you start dealing again." The look in his eyes told her she was in for it. Delaney had never been the object of that look before, although she'd surely heard the gems speak of it many times in the time she'd been at the Red Petticoat Saloon. She swallowed hard and nodded her agreement, thanking God for the cover of darkness when heat crept up her neck, face, and ears-burning her with mortification.
As soon as Gabe was gone she let loose of the stranger. "Marshal is it? Why didn't you tell me you were the law instead of scaring me half to death? What is your game, Mister-what do you want with me?" Despite the anger she felt toward the man, when she looked into his eyes again and he spoke, heat pooled low in her tummy.
"No game. Like I said, I just want to keep you out of the hands of some outlaw, with vile intentions. But, honey, if you want to play games, I'd be delighted. I'll even let you choose-but be warned, I never lose." He tugged on one of her curls again.
She shoved his hand away and then stepped aside when she realized she had the space to do so. Before she stomped back into the saloon, she leveled on him. "Well, that makes two of us, Marshal. But there are some things you should keep in mind. First, here, the house takes all ties. And second, the play doesn't happen until you take your seat at the table; anything else is just talk. Many men can talk a good talk, but that's it." She spun on her heel to leave him, but he caught her arm and turned her back to face him.
"I'll be seated at your table tomorrow night, ladybug, but I'll be interested to see if you are able to do any sitting." He let her go with a cocky wink and a husky chuckle.
She was halfway across the saloon floor when she spotted Gabe and he tipped his head toward the hallway that led to her room. It was only then that she realized just what the marshal had meant about her sitting tomorrow.
She walked very slowly, following behind Gabe at a much slower pace, needing a couple of seconds to think. What was she going to say? She had to come up with something to deter him from his goal of teaching her a lesson. He couldn't really mean to spank her. She'd never been spanked before and she didn't want to be now! Her face flamed hot just thinking about it. The other gems had been spanked on numerous occasions and she'd overheard it. The memory of the crying, soft pleas and apologies, alongside the crack of a hand smacking bare skin or a belt cracking with each stroke made her insides feel squirmy. Truly she was terrified, but not one of the gems considered it unfair or abusive. She knew because they said as much, and always agreed they'd deserved the spanking afterward. Almost everyone in Culpepper Cove, whores and townsfolk alike, respected Madam Jewel and Gabe. So while she should be running in the opposite direction as fast as she could, instead she was following the man through the card room, past the bathing rooms and down another short corridor to her room... or more importantly, to her doom.
He took the lamp from the hall and opened the door to her room, standing with his arm held out, gesturing her inside.
"Um, I... I need to visit the... the outhouse," she said, coloring instantly with the rather indelicate topic but knowing she'd never make it through whatever he had planned if she didn't. When his eyebrow quirked, she said, "I'm not lying. I... I'll come right back, I promise."
"See you do, Diamond, because if you don't and I have to come get you, I promise you'll regret lying to me in addition to the regret you now feel for breaking the rules. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she murmured and at his nod, turned and fled back through the saloon. Spying Jewel, she paused. "Um, could you go with me? I don't want to make Gabe any angrier than he is already." Jewel just nodded and the two went out the back door. When Delaney exited the privy, it was to find the marshal standing beneath a huge oak tree, talking with Jewel.
"I thought you left! Stop following me!"
"I'm not. You're not the only one to need to answer nature's call," he drawled, tipping his hat and chuckling as she stomped past him. Her attempt to slam the door was thwarted when Jewel reached out to still it before it hit her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Delaney said, having actually forgotten the madam had accompanied her... at her own request no less.
"Diamond, I suggest you calm down before you go to Gabe. Being angry won't help your case, especially when you know you were in the wrong," Jewel suggested softly. She reached out and gave Delaney a quick hug before moving around her to return to the saloon proper. Delany stood a moment, considering that she was going from one annoying male to one ready to blister her butt. Jewel was right. It certainly wouldn't do to storm into her room with an attitude. Slowing, she took several deep breaths and then walked to her door.
She'd never felt more awkward in her life and she'd grown up around many drunk old men playing poker with her father and leering at her. Her room, previously so inviting with its cabbage rose wallpaper and beautiful quilt, was now the last place she wanted to be. She stopped in the middle of the room and waited for direction and didn't have to wait long at all. Gabe had set the lamp on the chest of drawers, and was sitting on the side of her bed. Her stomach churned again as he held out his hand to her.
"Mr. Gabe, you don't have to do this. I understand the rules. I just stepped outside because I needed some air. I didn't go anywhere or do anything wrong, really. I wasn't even six feet from the saloon door. I was literally touching the wall!" She crossed her arms.
"I'm sorry, honey, but you clearly don't understand the rules, or you wouldn't have gone out by yourself at all. You will, however, understand much better by the time I'm through. Come here." He held out his hand to her again, his face determined and stern with his strong jaw and intense brown eyes.
"Please... I've never been spanked before. I don't think I can handle it." She wrung her hands together, fighting the urge to rub her watery eyes, willing them to dry up instead. She didn't want to be so weak.
He stood up and came the short few steps to stand in front of her. She flinched when he lifted his hand, but all he did was take her shoulders and draw her into his arms. His embrace was warm and comforting, almost fatherly.
"I've given many young ladies their first spanking. I can assure you, you can take it and will. It won't change anything, except your behavior and won't hurt anything but your naughty bottom and perhaps your pride. Now, stop fretting and let's get this over with." He retreated to the bed again, this time taking her hand and tugging her along with him.
Her first tear fell as she lay down over his thick thighs. She crossed her arms on the bed behind him and buried her face in her arms, thankful to be able to hide her tears. She cringed when he lifted her skirts and petticoat but when he began to untie the laces to her pantalets, she started to protest, throwing her hands back and arching her back.
"Mr. Gabe, no please. You can't see my... my..."
"Cease your antics right now, young lady." A hearty crack of fire seared her behind, stopping her immediately. "A punishment that is worth anything, must be on the bare bottom so that you learn your lesson. Now settle down, chiquita." The laces came loose and the last vestige of her modesty fell away when he tugged the fabric off her cheeks and down to her knees. "I suggest that next time you want to do something you know is not acceptable, you remember your shame right now."
She whimpered into her arms once again. Mortification coursed through her being. As soon as the man was done, she was out of there! She'd go back to St. Louis and stay with Aunt Margarethe if she had to. She could handle the humiliation of going back into her aunt's house much easier than this. No one should have to endure this abuse, whore or no.
"Delaney, are you listening to me at all?" The use of her given name snapped her back to the present. "I asked you a question."
"Uh, I didn't hear you," she confessed, looking over her shoulder.
"I asked why are you receiving this spanking? I want to be sure you understand." His hand rested on her thigh, the other arm rested across her back, holding her in place.
"I didn't obey your rule."
"What rule is that?" His voice was patient and not the least unkind.
"To never go outside at night unescorted."
"Why do we have that rule, Delaney?"
She sniffled. "To keep us safe."
"Why?" Apparently, he was going to draw this out all day.
"I don't know." She pouted, resisting the urge to belt out something snotty like 'to protect your investment.'
"Because we care, honey. I only punish you because I care. This life is hard. It's dangerous. I do my very best to keep our girls safe. If you can't respect that and the rules, then you are punished, plain and simple." He rubbed her back as he spoke. "You women are precious jewels and I'd hate for you to be hurt."
She couldn't help the sobs that came shuddering out of her. He was going so far to make her comfortable before spanking her. It was incomprehensible except that as he said, he really must care.
"I'm so sorry, Gabe. I'll never ever do it again."
"That makes me happy. This spanking will help you to remember that in case you forget anytime soon. Now let's get it over with." Without a chance to prepare for the first crack, it fell hard and heavy on the fullest swell of her bottom, then continued to the other, and back and forth, one cheek and then the other.
"Ow! Owie." She tossed her hand back to cup her abused posterior, hoping to stop him. This was definitely more than she agreed to, and she wasn't going to take any more of it. "Stop, I don't want this."
He simply took her hand and held it at the small of her back where he'd piled her skirts. "We're just getting started. It wouldn't be a punishment if you called the shots." He kept right on spanking, searing her with fiery spanks all over her bottom, from the swell to the fold, and right there at the tops of her thighs where she was most sensitive.
"Gabe! I'm sorry. I swear it's enough. I'll never, ever leave the saloon again. Please." She felt every spank deep in the meat of her posterior, achingly precise and often right on top of the last one.
"Relax your bottom and accept your spanking." He stopped swatting, and to her great relief rubbed some of the sting away. "It will make it go easier for you. Believe it or not, I don't like this anymore than you do. You're such a sweet girl, but you have to learn to be safe."
Thinking it to be over, she tried to get up, but he held her down and firmly in place with the warm hand resting at her lower back. She just wanted to run to her room and hide her shame in her pillow. Ack! She was in her room. She had nowhere to run. "Please let me go now!"
"We're not through, just giving you a small break." He picked up right where he left off, blistering her ass with the intensity of a man beating off demons.
She could do no more than to sag into her misery and sob. She was so stupid to think he wouldn't catch her or that he wouldn't spank her when he'd spanked every woman here at least once. "I'm so sorry..." she wailed.
"That's a good girl. I know you are going to behave better now. You don't want Jewel, Nettie, the other gems or myself to worry about you like we did tonight, now do you?" He accented his words with sharp stinging spanks obviously meant to drive his point home. Round after round of repetitious swats pulverized her backside until she was a blithering mess of apologies, ows and no mores.
"No, Gabe, no more, please. I'll never go outside again. I promise. I'll never disobey again."
"Don't go making promises you have no way of keeping. You have to go outside again at some time and we both know you will disobey again too." His chuckle was low but not mocking. He finally stopped spanking again, this time actually helping her to her feet. She didn't dare look at him, so she covered her face with her hands, wanting to die there on the spot. She was thankful when her skirt fell down to cover her shame although it did trap the heat in.
Gabe stood as well, and tugged her hands down as he pulled her into a hug once more. "There. It's over now. You take a couple of minutes to compose yourself, but then I want to see you in the card room again. Jewel and the other gems will be worried about you otherwise. And there is no sense staying up here pitying yourself and over thinking it." He stepped back and tilted her chin so she had to look at him. "You've been punished and forgiven. You're fine now. It's over and done with. But, know this, Chiquita, if you disobey again, you'll be right back here with your bottom bared except I'll be removing my belt. Is that clear?"
She nodded when it seemed he was waiting for a response, managing to whisper, "yes, sir" but unable to meet his eyes. She was too humiliated. She was thankful when he finally left the room, drawing her door closed behind him. She threw herself onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow, not even bothering to find her pantalets which had been kicked off sometime during her spanking.
How could she ever go out of her room again, knowing that everyone in the saloon had to know she'd been spanked by now? She would climb out her window and run away if she hadn't heard tales of another gem getting spanked for trying to do just that.
No. No, she wouldn't. She wasn't going anywhere, least of all back to her cold-hearted aunt. Besides that, until she'd saved up some more money, Delaney had no means with which to leave. She was actually very lucky to have her place dealing cards here at the Red Petticoat Saloon. Other establishments wouldn't allow a woman to work there unless she was willing to play upstairs as well as down. Not only wasn't she required to entertain clients with more than playing cards, Jewel had taken her in and fed her even before she technically had a job there. When the madam had declared that her gem name was to be Diamond, Delaney had asked why.
"Because though it is quite obvious that your heart is in the game, a heart is not a gemstone. However, a diamond is." She'd paused and reached out to give her newest gem a hug. "And you, young lady, are an absolutely brilliant card player."
Delaney must have looked a bit confused because Opal had giggled and said, "Brilliant... like the brilliance of a diamond. That's a perfect name for her, Jewel."
Yes, Delaney owed Jewel and Gabe respect at the very least. They were good people.
She'd pretty much unwound the tight knot in her stomach by then and was about ready to get up and head back out to the floor when a soft knock fell on her door.
"Diamond, you all right? Can I come in?" Jewel inquired.
Delaney rolled over and sat up, cringing when her raw bottom met the firm mattress below her. She hurriedly lifted a layer of her skirt to her eyes to try to wipe the worst of her face clean. "Yes, come on in."
The door creaked slowly and Jewel's smiling face appeared on the other side. "I was worried; just wanted to make sure you were all right." She came forward slowly and Delaney shifted to drop her feet over the side of the bed so she could sit up more fully.
"Aside from hoping I'll fall down a magic rabbit hole and never appear again, I'm fine. I'm just so embarrassed now." She gave a pathetic smile, and reached up to smooth her hair back. What a mess.
"I brought you some of Nettie's fresh squeezed lemonade. It was her excuse so I could come to check in on you, but of course, it was already set in my head to come. Anyway, if you are anything like me when I get paddled, you cried terribly hard, are parched and now have a sore throat. This will help with all of that." She handed the tall glass to Delaney with a sympathetic smile.
"You've been spanked too?" She couldn't help but be surprised the madam received spankings too. She was so elegant and sophisticated; surely Jewel never did anything to warrant spanking! Delaney took a long drink and averted her gaze as Jewel giggled, her face flushing beautifully.
"Of course, silly girl. Probably more times than all of the gems put together, and sometimes they are even a punishment." Delaney must have looked shocked for Jewel laughed. "Most times they are good-girl spankings, but believe me, I've had my share of punishments and I wouldn't wish them on anyone. But I want you to understand, I know I deserve it if Gabe issues it. He is an honest, fair and compassionate man. He just wants to keep us all safe and takes that job very seriously."
"You love him so much. That's sweet. I can't imagine anyone doing that for fun. What is a good-girl spanking?" As soon as she'd put voice to the words, an image of herself over the marshal's thighs popped into her head. The confusing thing was the way her loins tightened with longing. She sipped her lemonade, searching for something to occupy herself.
Jewel rubbed her arm. "Hmmm, I suppose it would be different for each couple. It's still a spanking, but often not as hard. There is a lot more rubbing, some intimate stroking... well, I'm sure you get the point. Anyway, it's more than love with Gabe; I trust and respect him. I guess I just wanted to reassure you that Gabe only punishes those he loves. It's his way of caring for you. I suppose with all the gals who have come and gone so far, it seems common for men to care for their ladies in this manner. Anyway, I hope that you see the punishment for what it was, and that you are all right now."
"Thank you, Jewel. I was feeling pretty pathetic. I'm still embarrassed and don't know how I'll face everyone. I mean they all have to know what just happened." Delaney set the glass on the little table by her bed, stood and went to her small mirror. Her face was still red and puffy from crying, even in the half-light.
"Even if you are right, it hardly matters. It doesn't mean you are bad person. Every gem in this place has been spanked at some time. If anything, they can probably sympathize with you." She got up and came to Delaney's side, took the pitcher of water from her wash stand then dampened a hand cloth. "Here hold this on your eyes for a little while, then refresh it and try again. Give it a couple minutes and you'll be good as new-well, from the waist up anyway." She chuckled, then added, "I'm sorry. I'll give you some peace, but do come out in a bit so everyone will see that you are just fine."
"Thank you, Jewel, you've helped me a lot. I'll be out in a few minutes." She took the cloth and did as Jewel asked. It was refreshing. Well, since the spanking hadn't killed her and she had yet to die of humiliation, perhaps she would be all right after all.
Previous books in the Red Petticoat Series...
Rocky Mountain Bride by Lee Savino
When Carrie steps off the stagecoach into Colorado Territory, she realizes the truth: she's come to the middle of nowhere to marry a man she's never met. Miles Donovan is strong, solemn and strict - the husband she needs to start her life anew. Amid the dangerous wilderness, he promises to take her in hand and train her to be a good wife to him. But when her past catches up to her, Carrie is ready to run again. It's up to Miles to help her face her fears, and teach her how to love.
Set in the 1860s Wild West, the Rocky Mountain Bride Series follows the lives of mail order brides and the strong frontier men who take them in hand.
Regularly priced at $4.99, but on sale this week for a special "flashback" sale of $2.99 until this Saturday, November 12th.
Captured by Time by Alta Hensley & Carolyn Faulkner
Alta Hensley and Carolyn Faulkner join forces for the first time to weave this erotic time travel romance that will have readers fantasizing about being captured in time... and captured by love.
Cimmy Monroe has a fascination with the Old West that borders on obsession. She's seen every Western ever made - and those with spankings in them more times than she could count. When she visits a ghost town in Arizona that has been turned into a living exhibit, she is in heaven.
But she doesn't stay there long; awakening one morning to find a man in her room who seems to think it is the nineteenth century, that she is a lady of the evening, and who, she discovers quickly as bullets fly past her head, is a disgraced Texas Ranger who is on the run from the law himself.
It doesn't take long for Cimmy to discover that she isn't dreaming, she hasn't lost her mind, but that she has indeed traveled back in time... to the year 1880, to be exact.
There is something about this odd woman that tickles Jude Buchanan's mind. She isn't like anyone he has ever met before, and although he found her asleep in the bed of a known prostitute, in the middle of a brothel, he knew from the get- go that she was special. And he immediately wants more, wanting to lay claim to her as his own, to bring her to those dizzying heights of lust and submission again and again, and to show her who is in charge when she needs it. Which, with such a stubborn wench, seems to be multiple times a day.
With one being captured in time, can they both be captured in love?
Regularly priced at $4.99, but on sale this week for a special "flashback" sale of $2.99 until this Saturday, November 12th.
Wedded Captive by Beth Bennett
Elyse of Ainsworth is used to having the run of her father's castle. Petted and pampered, her life comes to a screeching halt as William the Conqueror's invading armies take control. Elyse refuses surrender, especially to the new commander of her childhood home, Robert de Brix. Robert is used to being obeyed, however, and he is determined to bow the rebellious Elyse to his will.
Elyse hides in plain sight, but Robert will stop at nothing to capture and punish her for the misery she has managed to heap upon his army. Will the vanquished become the victor, or will Robert finally win her heart?
Regularly priced at $4.99, but on sale this week for a special "flashback" sale of $2.99 until this Saturday, November 12th.
An Unlikely Widow by Dort Wesley
Oliver Herring had been a lawman for a long time and he considered himself a good judge of people until the day Valerie Masters rode into his town. His first mistake was thinking she was a young boy riding recklessly and who was in need of a stern talking to. When he heard her sweet, sexy voice, he thought she was a young girl because of her petite figure in the well-worn jeans. He also decided her insistence on going into a saloon would be dangerous and get her into trouble she couldn't handle. When words and sweet reason failed him, he picked her up and draped her over the hitching rail and started spanking.
Val Masters was furious with the big man for blocking her way into the saloon to arrest Blade McCall, a former employee who had stolen money from her. By the time Val freed herself from Oliver, McCall had flown. She yelled at the Sheriff, as it was all his fault. Oliver threw her in jail and demanded to know her father's name so he could send for him to come and get her. There was no way he would believe Val's tall tale that she was a widow with grown sons! To his chagrin, he learned from his favorite little waitress that he had made a big mistake. Oliver ordered food for both of them and headed back to the jail to apologize and eat crow and hope the meal was a good peace offering. Only thing, Val had escaped and fled the town. Oliver swore he was going to give her a spanking to make the other one seem like love pats!