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SWEET TOWN LOVE coming 2/14/2017

Love may be just around the corner.  We never know what's in store for us, especially when we live in a small town.  Join us on February 14th and read the Sweet Town Love Anthology written by twelve best-selling authors, ahem, me included, *grin*.
These are sweet, meaning no naughty stuff, just true romance, laughs, love and kisses. There may be a spanking or two, but that's about as naughty as it gets.
Here's what you'll get.

The Wright Recipe by Maggie Ryan
 
Max spends his days as a fireman, putting his life on the line for others. He not only believes in protecting his community, he believes in protecting the love of his life.
Cara loves this wonderful man with her entire soul and has no doubt that Max loves her as well. She enjoys every moment she spends with him, especially the cooking classes they've enrolled in together However, the day he sits her down for a serious discussion, she is floored. While she has no problem in accepting his role as the head of their relationship, she has definite doubts about the dynamics of domestic discipline.
Will Max's patience, love, and guidance bring her around? Can he convince her that all they need for their relationship to work is The Wright Recipe?

On Thin Ice by Stevie MacFarlane

Charlene Elliott, “Charlie” is the junior reporter of a small town newspaper. As such she gets stuck with all the jobs no one else wants. Frustrated beyond belief when she’s railroaded into reviewing a school play she has no desire to see, and on a Friday night no less, she annoys the hell out a man sitting next to her and everyone in the general area. 
The handsome doctor came from out of town to see his niece, Emma, in the lead role. Mark can’t believe the attractive woman beside him has such a poor attitude. After missing a good deal of the play, he decides to teach the young woman a lesson in one of the empty classrooms during intermission.
Mortified, Charlie leaves the school and meets up with some friends for a drink.  She does not watch the rest of the play.  However, she writes a glowing review extolling the acting skills of the young Emma, never realizing the ‘star’ went home sick during the first act or that the high-handed man with the paint stick is none other than her boss’s brother, a man she’s supposed to work with at the upcoming Winter Festival.  Charlie soon finds herself on thin ice, professionally and personally when she can’t deny her attraction to the man who has no problem pulling her over his knees. Sparks and spanks fly as romance blooms.
 
Finding Syndey by Adrienne Blake

Chandler returns to his small-town home where he hopes to find Sydney, his darling baby from his college years. But three years is a long time to stay away, and a lot of water has gushed under the bridge.
Finding her again is proving a lot trickier than he imagined, but while he hunts for the love of his life, he’s reminded of all the things that tore them apart in the first place.

I Belong Here by Misty Malone

Sheriff Matt Byler knows his neighbor is gone for the winter, so when he sees a car pull into her lane and not return, he goes to check it out. Matt finds the driver of the car trying to enter the house by crawling through a back window. Halfway in, however, the pretty little lady gets stuck in her precarious, yet oh so adorable position. He is able to quickly get some questions answered. It turns out she’s there to visit her grandmother, who not only lives in the next house down, but is a good friend of Matt’s. She’s also in Florida for the winter.
He helps her out of the window and they call her grandmother. She gives Elsie her blessing to stay in her house while she’s in Florida, and asks Matt to look out for her. He agrees, and as they grow closer, her past becomes the first thing they have to overcome.

Always You by Anna Kristell

Lydie Granger is going home. There is nothing for her in New York since the death of her husband/Dom. She sold her home and her business, returning to the small Midwestern town she grew up in, leaving behind the life she has known with Paul.
Rance Kimball is going home, too. After a failed relationship and many years on a ranch in Wyoming, it's time to make a fresh start.
When Rance meets Lydie, he realizes that she is the same girl he has always dreamed about, since high school. And when he teasingly threatens to spank her, he finds out that all she really wants is for someone to take care of her. Is he the man for the job? Will Lydie fall for the numbers geek who idolized her twenty years ago, when she didn’t even know he existed?

Love Task by Vanessa Brooks

Sophie cannot come to terms with the loss of her dear friend in an accident whilst on a skiing holiday in Colorado. She met Scott on the holiday that claimed her friend’s life. After the disaster she shuts down and refuses to return Scott’s calls. She has devised a way to rid herself of her feelings of guilt but finds that a year after the event, her way is not working.
Scott is determined that she should not push him out of her life and throw away any future they might have together. He decides to use old fashioned methods, convinced that domestic discipline will rid her of her survival guilt but he is up against one stubborn girl! What Sophie doesn’t realise is that Scott is a force to be reckoned with and he is determined to convince his beautiful girl that she deserves a future of happiness with him by her side. It is to be a clash of strong wills.

Sock It to Me by Rayanna Jamison

It all started with a pair of socks- and it looked like it might end that way too.
Joey had fallen for Jake at the tender age of nineteen. He had saved her life, both figuratively, and, as her chemo nurse, literally as well.
After beating the ovarian cancer that had brought them together, Joey grabs life by the horns and doesn't look back, often dragging Jake along for the ride. Jake's always there to drag her back to safety with his tender love and a firm hand.
But when Joey decides to open a business—a sock store of all things—without consulting her husband, their relationship is put to the test. Can Joey chase her dreams without Jake's full support, and remind him what their relationship has always been based on?
Sock It To Me is a love story told through socks and spankings.
 
Mid-Winter Melt Down by Beth Bennett

Sharon Blake is still hurting from a difficult divorce when she moves back to her old hometown along with her children, Bobby and Megan. A winter storm has blown into town and the city streets aren’t the only things that have frozen over.
Sharon can’t believe her eyes when Tom Sydney, her old high school flame, comes knocking at her front door. Despite her frosty reception, Tom, the town’s police chief, sets about turning up the heat.
Will Tom’s love be able to melt even the iciest of hearts? Come join the fun as Sharon finds herself in the middle of a full blown, mid-winter melt down.
 
Moments by Paige Parsons

A family crisis brings her home. A gift of love brings them back together. Share in the moments that take them from friends to lovers. Beulah Isabelle Grayson and Jacob Martin meet in the seventh grade and experience life side-by-side from puberty to college. A broken heart and misunderstandings tear them apart, after their high school graduation, and Belle decides she never wants to see him again.  Ten years later, Jake is back in her life and saving the day. Belle knows she owes him the one thing she hasn't been ready to give, a chance to explain. Clearing up the past finally gives them the opportunity to create the future they've both desired.
 
Piper in a Pickle by Chula Stone

Piper Gowan regretted her decision to turn Blake down when he asked her for a date, but having the handsome doctor rescue her from being stranded by the side of the road wasn’t how she wanted to let him know she had changed her mind. In typical Piper fashion, she put off doing anything about it at all but Blake had no intention of wasting the opportunity that had come his way. He was back in her life and meant to stay there. He just hoped that his inclination to turn her over his knee when she needed a firm hand wouldn’t come between him and his old-fashioned girl.
 
The Art of Love by Alyssa Bailey

Willow Ashcroft, an internationally acclaimed artist, lived in the little Alaskan island community of Eagle’s Landing. Until her vehicle was broken into, Willow had not thought herself lonely or at risk. Then she looked into the eyes of the town’s newest trooper and she knew her life was about to change forever.
Trooper Investigator Tristan Hart had only begun to settle into his new assignment when a call came in for a vandalized auto belonging to one of the artists in town. He arrived on the scene to find a free spirit with sass. All of his of protective instincts emerged, especially when Willow seemed so naïve about the world of crime and criminals. Incredibly, the culprit kept returning. Even more incredible was Willow’s determination to live life as usual.
Tristan wanted Willow to be his to love and protect. Willow wanted Tristan to be hers to love, but she didn’t need protection. 
 
Panties Are Not Optional by Georgia St. Claire

Kathy Wilson has to find a new place to live and the immaculate town of Menton, with its abundance of flowers, nice people and ideal room rental seems like just the place. When she meets a great guy over lunch on a park bench and he brings her flowers for their dinner date that night, she is hooked. What’s not to love?
Nate Burrows spots the cutest gal having lunch in the park and knows that she is new to town – he’d remember if he’d seen her before and Menton was too small for her to have stayed hidden for any length of time. As he’s watching her while contemplating how to introduce himself, she antagonizes one of the town’s most powerful citizens and he intervenes to smooth things over. Nate is smitten and secures her agreement to have dinner with him. It’s his big chance to convince her to make Menton her new home, but first he needs to explain how old-fashioned the townsfolk tend to be and what’s likely to happen to misbehaving women. There’s a very real reason why panties are not optional.
 
(NOTE: Disclaimer is same for all books in this set: These books contain the spanking of adult women and elements of domestic discipline. If either of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.)

I don't have the links yet, but watch for it on Blushing Books and Amazon.

I figure it will be an added bonus watching all these naughty authors trying very hard to be good, lol!

The Marriage Market Boxed Set

The boxed set of the first four books in The Marriage Market Series is now available.

Amelia:
Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure. Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing. On a whim, the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers.
Hugh Jordon needs a wife. The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he'll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man!
Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once.
Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee!

Grace:

Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane are cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decides to travel west to become the bride of a man she's never met. Despite their misgivings, they're stunned when Amelia writes to inform them she's made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon. Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie makes plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace plans to follow when she can escape the ever watchful eye of her mother.

However, everything changes when Grace is forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly, her mother's wrath doesn't even compare with what she would face as Horace Remmington's wife. Throwing all caution aside, she flees with Effie, even knowing her mother will most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her - which she promptly does.
She just never expected to fall for him.
For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seems like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women should take him no time at all, and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiance will go a long way, as Jonah has plans to leave the agency and begin a new chapter in his life.
What he doesn't plan on is being outwitted by the brats - or the fact that Effie Lane isn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally catches up with them, he's going to give Grace the spanking of a lifetime - or kiss her senseless. Maybe both.

Effie:

Euphemia Lane had a feeling from the get go that Samuel Jordon was going to give her trouble. In his rude letter, he threatened to spank and disarm her should she show up in Seattle with her pistols. However, his warning doesn't deter Effie from her mission. Come hell or high water, she and Grace are determined to travel to Seattle to rescue their friend, Amelia. How was she to know that Amelia's letter was a huge mistake, or that Horace Remington would follow them and nearly kill her? And there was no way she could have anticipated what would happen once she and Grace arrive at the Jordon home.
Never would she have imagined that she would receive her very first spanking at the hands of her nemesis. It was galling to say the least, and to top it all off, he relieved her of her pistols after she destroyed a treasured family heirloom and shot Horace. Now she is in Sam's protective custody until the Marshal determines she had acted in self-defense. The problem seems to be: who is going to protect her from Sam?

Samuel Jordon is so angry when Marshal Cole Hadley sticks him with Miss Lane that he sees stars. In his opinion, she is a sassy-mouthed witch hiding in a sweet little body. His determination to be firm yet detached, lasts all of two days. Who knew one little drop of frosting on one luscious lip would change his life forever? What kind of young woman can turn a well-balanced, confirmed bachelor into a perverted fiend who can't keep his hands off her?
In this, the third book of her Marriage Market series, Stevie MacFarlane has taken her writing to a new, even more erotic level. If spanking and other explicit content offends you, please do not purchase this story.

Suzanna:

In the fourth book of the popular Marriage Market series, the mail-order mayhem continues. Suzanna and Charlotte, two southern belles who couldn't be more different, both answered the same ad seeking a husband.
Raised in a world of wealth and privilege, Suzanna feels entitled and will do anything to get what she wants. Charlotte, sweet and generous, falls in love with the man Suzanna has tricked into marriage. Nothing goes as planned for either of these women, yet somehow they both get what they deserve. It's complicated. 
DISCLAIMER:  This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book

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October 19th, 2016

Warming Emerald by Maren Smith She is the ‘savage’ of the Red Petticoat Saloon, a white woman raised by Indians only to be ripped from her adopted family by enemy soldiers and—with her half-breed son in tow—forced back into a life she does not remember or want. She does not smile; she does not trust, but she will, for a few extra dollars, put her buckskins on before taking a man to bed. Called Emerald, she has bitten more customers than she has forgiven. It never once occurred to her that anyone would find that treatment enamoring… until the day of the Great Brawl when the eldest Drake brother stormed the Red Petticoat in his vengeful hunt for Gabe and the youngest, Garrett, tackled her to the floor. She’d lived up to her reputation that day, grinding her teeth into the palm of his hand until she tasted blood, and forever won herself the erstwhile affections of a man who refused to understand the concept of ‘get lost’.
 
No one knew how to hide behind a smile like Garrett Drake. Haunted by a past he would never honor with words, he knew the soul-biting pain of incorporeal scars when he saw it. And from the moment he clapped eyes on Emerald—and she clamped her sharp little teeth on him, painting her lips with his blood—Garrett recognized his suffering soul’s long absent mate. She was prickly, temperamental, tense… afraid… what about that could draw him as intensely as it did, he had no idea, but the more she insisted he go away, the more impossible he found it to leave.
 
And then soldiers came to Culpepper Cove with orders to remove Emerald’s very young son to a reservation in which she could not go. After that, leaving ceased to be an option. Armed with an off-kilter joke and a smile, Garrett allied himself to the woman he loved…whether she wanted him to or not. Because she was warming to him, by God, and that right there made everything he was about to do worth it.
 
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Excerpt:
 
“You’re not spanking me,” she breathed, hating how it came out of her low and trembling. As if she were afraid. She wasn’t. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, much less Garrett.
Garrett both nodded and winced. “I am hoping I won’t have to, but you’re kind of backing me into a corner. Let’s see if we can avoid it.” He patted his knee. “Sit.”
She’d sooner sit on a cactus. Her look must have said as much, because his look also changed. Only his eyebrows moved, and yet that feeling of ominous warning began to grow heavy all throughout the room.
“One,” he said, in a tone that was no less menacing for all that it held notes of amusement.
“One, what?” she countered, honestly unsure what she was more: confused over why he should think counting numbers worse than simply spanking her, or annoyed that he had to sound so damned paternal while he did it. She had a father. Hell, she’d had two. They were both dead now, and she wasn’t in any mood to be adopted by a third.
 He pointed to his knee and with even softer authority said, “Sit down, Lydia. Right here.”
Sit, not bend over? If not for his grip on her arm, she would have recoiled. It was a trap, it had to be. Lydia shook her head. “You don’t have any right to—”
“Two,” Garrett said, cutting off her protest mid-sputter.
She floundered, blinking rapidly, at a total loss for how to proceed. “H-how many do I have?”
“Not nearly enough, I promise. Your hairbrush fell out of your bag when you threw it at me. It’s there on the floor behind you. Would you mind handing it to me?”
Startled, Lydia twisted far enough to—sure enough—see the hairbrush lying bristles-down on the floor practically under her skirts. Just as startled, she looked back at him. “Yes, I do. I think I mind very much. If I hand you that hairbrush, you’ll use it on me!”
“Would you like to sit on my knee instead?”
Indignation, embarrassment, anger—the heated flames of all licked up behind her cheeks, flushing them hot as a sunburn. “If you think I’m just going to let you spank me like—like—like some errant farm girl dancing to the tune of your hickory switch—”
“Nice imagery,” he complimented, a spark of interest in his eyes even suggesting that compliment was sincere. “Hairbrush, though. There aren’t any good switches here in town.” He brightened. “All the best ones grow out behind my house. Don’t ask me how I know. A man should never reveal the secrets behind his brother’s harmonious household.”
“—you can think again!” Lydia stubbornly continued, her voice rising in volume and shrillness. “I do not accept your authority over me!”
His smile turned wry. “I’ve noticed.”

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Author Bio:
 
I am a wife, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how that happened) and submissive to the love of my life. An USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series, of which Kaylee’s Keeper reached #1 on all Amazon.
 
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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maren Smith and/or Blushing Books!
 
Masters of the Castle:
Book 1, Holding Hannah
Book 2, Kaylee’s Keeper
Book 3, Saving Sara
Book 4, Sweet Sinclair
Book 5, Chasing Chelsea
Book 6, Owning O
Book 7, Maddy Mine
 
Corbin’s Bend:
Last Dance for Cadence (Season 1, Book 8)
Have Paddle, Will Travel (Season 2, Book 7)
 
A Few Other Titles:
Angel of Hawkhaven
B-Flick
Black Sheep
Daughter of the Strong
Enemies
The Great Prank
Jinxie’s Orchids
Katy Run Away
Kindred Spirits
Life After Rachel
The Locket
Morogh the Demon
The Mountain Man
The Next Ex
Something Has To Give
The Suffragettes
Treasure
Varden’s Lady
 
Up-coming New Releases:
 
Maren is currently hard at work on four new stories due to be released between now and March of next year. Sadly, they are all super secret and, under penalty of pain and certain death, she has been sworn to silence until everyone is ready to announce each project.
Okay, “death” might be a bit extreme, but you can’t just tell a masochist, “Don’t tell anyone, or there will be pain!” At that point, you may as well announce it yourself.

The Gunslinger's Woman by Kelly DAwson

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.


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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.

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October 06th, 2016

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.
 
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Suzanna. The Marriage Market, Book 4

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...


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Melting Silver by Livia Grant Now At The Red Petticoat Saloon

  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."

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Claiming Coral by Maddie Taylor

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.”

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Caring For Citrine, by Alta Hensley, Book 6 In The Red Petticoat Saloon Series is out!

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.”

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His Sweet Amber, Book Five in The Red Petticoat Saloon series is out!

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.

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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.
 
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