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May 4, 2016
Crystal's Calamity, Book 4 in The Red Petticoat Saloon Series is Live
Clementine McKay finds out she's more than a demure little school teacher from the foothills of the Appalachians when her father gets Gold Fever. The dangerous trip to the Sierra Nevada Mountains notwithstanding, she soon learns that despite her small stature and youth, she's a force to be reckoned with. When tragedy strikes she becomes smarter, stronger and more determined than ever to find her father's murderer.As Crystal, the most sought after whore at The Red Petticoat Saloon, she parlays her skills in a way no one else could have. Now, if Jasper Montgomery would only stop snooping around and interfering in her plans she might just get what she wants most... revenge.
Jasper Montgomery lives and gambles in Culpepper Cove for one reason only. It's his home. Great wealth allows him to do exactly as he pleases and when the dirty little miner's daughter arrives at The Red Petticoat he takes pity on her. He'll be her first paying customer, educating the poor virgin on the skills necessary to please a man. In his mind, there was no sense letting a rough miner ruin her. Yes, he would spin a web of passion and pleasure for her that would endear him to her forever.
Never in a million years did he imagine he was the fly and not the spider.
Excerpt:
Jasper Montgomery was in a foul mood. He was tired, had spent the majority of the afternoon in deep discussion with his lawyer and wanted nothing more than to relax in the warm glow of his massive fireplace with a glass of brandy. Crossing his long legs, he stared into the flames as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.
Why he should give a damn about the disreputable looking young woman he'd overheard talking to Jewel this afternoon, he had no idea. She was unkempt, a half-pint with very few of the curves he so loved and had a smart mouth to boot. If she was eighteen, he'd kiss her ass, he thought, shooting back the rest of his drink. Occasionally grown women still had freckles, but hers looked… well, young.
What bothered him most was the gun he'd spotted tucked into the back of her pants when he'd swatted her ass. It was a big, awkward weapon and nothing she should be handling at any rate. If she fired it, it would knock her on her ass so fast she wouldn't know what hit her.
Hell, he didn't care, he decided going upstairs to change his shirt. It was nothing to him if she shot herself accidentally, or fell and cracked her damn fool head open. Tying a black tie around his throat he glared at himself in the mirror.
If she wanted to take some heavy-handed miner upstairs and hand over her virginity on a silver platter for a few coins, it was nothing to him, he insisted out loud as brushed his hair into order, shocked at how messy it was. Had he been running his hands through it?
Jasper stomped downstairs, took his Stetson from the hall tree and slapped it on his head. Ten minutes later he was tying his horse to the rail and walking through the bat wing doors of The Red Petticoat Saloon.
At first he didn't see her. There were men congregated at the bar in a large group and he had a suspicion that somewhere in that throng was a sassy little ragamuffin with ideas too big for her britches. Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of golden hair and a flash of gray satin skirts, but that was all. It was loud; Charlie the piano player was pounding out a merry tune and dozens of voices blended into a cacophony of indistinguishable tones.
Suddenly the crowd parted and she emerged from the group towering over her carrying a tray loaded with drinks. Jasper almost spit. Damn it all to hell, now why did she have to look like that? He fumed as his chest tightened and his palms began to sweat.
Why did she have to look so fresh, like she'd just stepped out of a meadow in the early morning hours when the dew was still clinging to the petals of each flower? Her hair shone in the lights from the chandeliers, catching the same rays as her dress each time she moved.
Her eyes found his immediately, as though she'd been searching for him and he studied her. Instantly he noticed the bright smile on her painted lips was not reflected in her eyes. No, they held something else, fear, hopelessness, anger? He couldn't be sure but he felt her sigh of relief as surely as if she'd breathed it against his neck.
Long strides took him to her side.
"Ready to go upstairs?" he asked gently, taking the tray from her shaking hands and passing it to Citrine.
Crystal nodded and allowed him to take her arm.
About The Red Petticoat series:
The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.
I'm proud to have been asked to participate in this extraordinary series and hope you enjoy my contribution of Crystal's Calamity.
Buy Links:
Blushing Books
Amazon
April 27, 2016
His Little Lapis, Book 3 in The Red Petticoat Saloon Series
Book Three, His Little Lapis by Renee Rose is now available.The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street.
Join these talented authors as they weave the tales of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.
All she ever wanted was a stern man to call Daddy...
Once a respectable young governess, Louise Small tumbled from society’s grace after her employer forced himself on her. She wound up at The Red Petticoat playing Little Lapis Lazuli, a submissive who dresses like a girl and offers her bottom up for frequent spankings.
She enjoys her new identity, so far removed from the prim governess she’d been, but she longs for a real daddy—one who is kind and caring, yet willing to administer real discipline. When she spies Culpepper Cove's Mayor interacting with his young niece, she knows he's just the sort of man she wants. But his disdain for her and her profession put them in conflict.
Letting go of her little self, she reverts to the proper, fine-mannered governess to win his attention. But at what cost? Her little side squashed, she must give up hope of being taken in hand. Will being the Mayor's wife be enough?
Excerpt:
The floorboards creaked and she peeked out, looking shy.
God, he loved it when she looked that way. She carried the lamp and it cast a warm glow to her lovely face, her eyes bright and blue against the long dark lashes and pale skin.
He still sat at the table, his feet propped on another chair. “Take off your clothes.”
Her eyes widened and darted back toward the bedroom. Color suffused her cheeks. He loved that despite her most recent profession, she still blushed, still retained an innocence. Of course, even as a gem, she’d had that—she had been Little Lapis, after all.
Her fingers fumbled with the row of little buttons down the front of her dress. He sat and watched, enjoying the show. His cock lengthened, straining at the mere memory of her naked. The dark blue dress dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet. She tugged the laces of her corset and let it fall next, then the petticoats and chemise until she stood before him, blushing and completely naked. Her peach-tipped nipples stood erect, moisture glistened on her inner thigh. She pulled out the pins and her blonde waves cascaded across her slender shoulders.
She was exquisite.
He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around.”
“Will.” He liked the sound of his first name on her tongue—the breathy quality of her voice making it sound like a word uttered during love-making.
“You heard me.”
Bio
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal and Sci-fi categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
For a free copy of her BDSM Menage Theirs to Punish, visit: http://theirstopunish-freeebook.gr8.com/
hIS LITTLE LAPIS, BOOK THREE OF THE RED PETTICOAT SERIES
Book Three, His Little Lapis by Renee Rose is now available.The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street.
Join these talented authors as they weave the tales of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.
All she ever wanted was a stern man to call Daddy...
Once a respectable young governess, Louise Small tumbled from society’s grace after her employer forced himself on her. She wound up at The Red Petticoat playing Little Lapis Lazuli, a submissive who dresses like a girl and offers her bottom up for frequent spankings.
She enjoys her new identity, so far removed from the prim governess she’d been, but she longs for a real daddy—one who is kind and caring, yet willing to administer real discipline. When she spies Culpepper Cove's Mayor interacting with his young niece, she knows he's just the sort of man she wants. But his disdain for her and her profession put them in conflict.
Letting go of her little self, she reverts to the proper, fine-mannered governess to win his attention. But at what cost? Her little side squashed, she must give up hope of being taken in hand. Will being the Mayor's wife be enough?
Excerpt:
The floorboards creaked and she peeked out, looking shy.
God, he loved it when she looked that way. She carried the lamp and it cast a warm glow to her lovely face, her eyes bright and blue against the long dark lashes and pale skin.
He still sat at the table, his feet propped on another chair. “Take off your clothes.”
Her eyes widened and darted back toward the bedroom. Color suffused her cheeks. He loved that despite her most recent profession, she still blushed, still retained an innocence. Of course, even as a gem, she’d had that—she had been Little Lapis, after all.
Her fingers fumbled with the row of little buttons down the front of her dress. He sat and watched, enjoying the show. His cock lengthened, straining at the mere memory of her naked. The dark blue dress dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet. She tugged the laces of her corset and let it fall next, then the petticoats and chemise until she stood before him, blushing and completely naked. Her peach-tipped nipples stood erect, moisture glistened on her inner thigh. She pulled out the pins and her blonde waves cascaded across her slender shoulders.
She was exquisite.
He twirled his finger in the air. “Turn around.”
“Will.” He liked the sound of his first name on her tongue—the breathy quality of her voice making it sound like a word uttered during love-making.
“You heard me.”
Bio
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal and Sci-fi categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
For a free copy of her BDSM Menage Theirs to Punish, visit: http://theirstopunish-freeebook.gr8.com/
April 3, 2016
Hearts Endeavor, A Hot New Release by Mary Wehr
Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.
There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.
Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.
When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?
Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?
Excerpt:
Cool air assaulted her breasts. Jack suckled each nipple in turn. He tugged her dress further so it lay bunched at her waist. His licked her belly, then moved downward and delved into her naval. Soon, he was licking her pussy through her wet panties. The silken material triggered a friction so hot and intense that Mel bucked against his mouth.
She heard a loud ripping sound and gasped when his mouth covered her bare pussy. Dear Lord, the man had ripped her panties from her body. This dominant side of Jack had her panting for more of his rough handling. He dropped kisses along her inner thighs, growled, and covered the flesh between her legs with his mouth. Mel screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She rocked her pussy and shamelessly rode his face as wave upon wave of an incredible orgasm overtook her. She swore her toes curled.
Jack moved back up her body and rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him frantically and tasted herself on his lips. Mel reached between their bodies and stroked his cock. She licked her lips.
“Baby, you’re looking to have a cock shoved down your throat.”
Mel gently pushed at his chest and dropped to the floor on both knees. “I want you deep in my throat while I suck you off.” Her hands shook slightly as she slowly unbuckled his leather belt. She carefully rasped his zipper down inch by agonizing inch.
Mel’s mouth went dry at the erection tenting his white boxers. The man had to be sporting at least nine inches. Moisture trailed down the inside of her thighs. She was so ready for this. For him. The mere thought of taking his hard male flesh into her mouth had her on the verge of another orgasm.
Jack arched upward and pushed his boxers to his feet. His cock sprang free amidst a cluster of dark hair. Mel’s heart raced. He was so big, so hard, and oh-so-mouthwatering she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him. Savoring his musky scent, she leaned forward and tongued his cockhead, licking away the drop of fluid seeping from the tiny slit. He tasted delicious, and she dove in for another nibble. Jack’s slow hiss boasted Mel’s self-esteem. She hadn’t felt this confident in her ability to please a man in years. His praise for her prowess urged her to take him fully into her mouth until the hairs on his groin tickled her nose. She sucked him greedily as if he was a lollipop.
“God, woman, your mouth is incredible.”
Mel licked his cock from base to tip and cleaned the milky white fluid seeping from his cockhead. Scooting closer, she ran her fingers down his slick, muscled arms and gripped his hands. She curled her fingers around his wrists and lifted his hands to her head. Jack cupped her jaw and forced her mouth to open wider.
You can find Mary's new book by clicking these links, and connect with her on Amazon, Facebook and Twitter.
http://www.amazon.com/Hearts-Endeavor-Mary-Wehr-ebook/dp/B01C9JCCBO/
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hearts-Endeavor-Mary-Wehr-ebook/dp/B01C9JCCBO/
Amazon Author page http://www.amazon.com/Mary-Wehr/e/B00A97DY5C/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/mary.wehr.7
http://marysuewehr.com
Twitter @blushingmaryw
Author Bio
I can totally get into reading about strong, stern heroes and the sassy women who love to drive them up a wall. LOL. Of course, when these ladies get way too out of hand, the hero doesn't think twice about dishing out a good spanking. I write Contemporary DD Romance and Historical Western Spanking Romance.
Aside from reading, I like to go for long walks. I also have a weakness for animals. My yard is full of squirrels, chipmunks and birds. Deer pass through once in a while which is always nice to see. I honestly don't know what I'd do without my furry, feathered friends. Thank you so much for buying my books. I'd love to hear from you. E-mail me at: luvadove@verizon.net
Happy reading!
Mary
March 24, 2016
The Red Petticoat Saloon Series, Book One, Jewel's Gems
#1 Bestselling Author Maggie Ryan brings you the first story in The Red Petticoat Saloon.
The story begins with Madame Jewel...
The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street.
This story all begins when Lady Juliette Gardner discovers she has been set up and her reputation ruined. She decides to leave England for good and find her way to the goldfields of California with the hopes of creating her dream and possibly striking it rich.
To Gabriel Vasquez, the hard work and isolation of working his claim is the only way to achieve his dream. When he discovers his new partner is a woman, a very beautiful, very stubborn English woman, he has no problem – except for the fact that she refuses to think of her safety. If she is to be his partner, he will have no hesitation teaching her exactly what happens to naughty, cheeky English ladies.
Gabriel and Jewel will discover that life has room for more than one dream and as they settle themselves in Culpepper Cove. This mining town, nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, will never be the same once Juliette—Madame Jewel—opens The Red Petticoat.
Join award winning author Maggie Ryan as she begins the tale of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.
Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play, and sex with multiple partners. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
http://www.amazon.com/Jewels-Gems-Red-Petticoat-Saloon-ebook/dp/B01CVZQ0C8/
Excerpt:
“You want to us to work in a gold mine?” Amelia asked.
“No, of course not. Ophelia made it clear that wasn’t an option. It took me a while but an idea has been niggling at me ever since my father paid me my dowry. That simmering reached a boil during last night’s game and I’m ready to prepare the rest of the dish.”
“You want us to become cooks?” Ophelia asked, and then laughed. “I’d be as useful in a kitchen as I would be in a mine.”
“I want to open a place where women who chose to live a life offering their services to men will be comfortable and safe. I want a place where you aren’t working for pennies. A place where women receive the larger share of their profits so that they can save enough money to follow their own dreams.”
“You are going to open a whorehouse?” Ophelia asked, her eyes wide.
“In principle, but more. It will have entertainment and a card parlor. I want to offer good, hearty food as well. From what I’ve been reading, mining camps are pretty basic. The men work hard and I’m thinking, they are willing to part with a bit of gold to enjoy a home cooked meal. I see them flocking in to have pretty women dealing cards or serving drinks. I see them enjoying music and listening to a pretty girl sing. Perhaps we’ll have some sort of stage show. And, of course, I see the men willing to part with a bit more gold in order to spend an evening in the arms of one of my ladies. I’ll be responsible for providing housing and food as well as help with making investments for those who wish. I’ve done a lot of research and with your help, I think it can be a success.”
About the author:
Author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.
I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.
I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.
Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/_Maggie_Ryan
Email: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com
Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books!
Charming Isabella
Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1
Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2
Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3
Lucy Surrenders: Women of Wintercrest Book 4
Summer Solace
Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
Lucy’s Journey Home: Hunter’s Ridge Book 1
Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2
Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3
Blessed Beginnings: Hunter’s Ridge 4
Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1
A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2
Treasured Submission
Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
The Christmas Pickle
A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4
Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)
My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)
Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One
Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two
Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)
An Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)
Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)
His Passionate Pioneer
My Sassy Settler
A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)
Vintage Values (Corbin’s Bend)
Jewel’s Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon)
Thanks for stopping by. I'll post more on this fabulous series soon. By the way, I've written book 4, Crystal's Calamity.
Hugs,
Stevie
The story begins with Madame Jewel...
The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street.
This story all begins when Lady Juliette Gardner discovers she has been set up and her reputation ruined. She decides to leave England for good and find her way to the goldfields of California with the hopes of creating her dream and possibly striking it rich.
To Gabriel Vasquez, the hard work and isolation of working his claim is the only way to achieve his dream. When he discovers his new partner is a woman, a very beautiful, very stubborn English woman, he has no problem – except for the fact that she refuses to think of her safety. If she is to be his partner, he will have no hesitation teaching her exactly what happens to naughty, cheeky English ladies.
Gabriel and Jewel will discover that life has room for more than one dream and as they settle themselves in Culpepper Cove. This mining town, nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, will never be the same once Juliette—Madame Jewel—opens The Red Petticoat.
Join award winning author Maggie Ryan as she begins the tale of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.
Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play, and sex with multiple partners. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
http://www.amazon.com/Jewels-Gems-Red-Petticoat-Saloon-ebook/dp/B01CVZQ0C8/
Excerpt: “You want to us to work in a gold mine?” Amelia asked.
“No, of course not. Ophelia made it clear that wasn’t an option. It took me a while but an idea has been niggling at me ever since my father paid me my dowry. That simmering reached a boil during last night’s game and I’m ready to prepare the rest of the dish.”
“You want us to become cooks?” Ophelia asked, and then laughed. “I’d be as useful in a kitchen as I would be in a mine.”
“I want to open a place where women who chose to live a life offering their services to men will be comfortable and safe. I want a place where you aren’t working for pennies. A place where women receive the larger share of their profits so that they can save enough money to follow their own dreams.”
“You are going to open a whorehouse?” Ophelia asked, her eyes wide.
“In principle, but more. It will have entertainment and a card parlor. I want to offer good, hearty food as well. From what I’ve been reading, mining camps are pretty basic. The men work hard and I’m thinking, they are willing to part with a bit of gold to enjoy a home cooked meal. I see them flocking in to have pretty women dealing cards or serving drinks. I see them enjoying music and listening to a pretty girl sing. Perhaps we’ll have some sort of stage show. And, of course, I see the men willing to part with a bit more gold in order to spend an evening in the arms of one of my ladies. I’ll be responsible for providing housing and food as well as help with making investments for those who wish. I’ve done a lot of research and with your help, I think it can be a success.”
About the author:
Author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.
I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.
I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.
Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/_Maggie_Ryan
Email: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com
Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books!
Charming Isabella
Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1
Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2
Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3
Lucy Surrenders: Women of Wintercrest Book 4
Summer Solace
Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
Lucy’s Journey Home: Hunter’s Ridge Book 1
Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2
Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3
Blessed Beginnings: Hunter’s Ridge 4
Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1
A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2
Treasured Submission
Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
The Christmas Pickle
A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4
Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)
My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)
Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One
Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two
Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)
An Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)
Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)
His Passionate Pioneer
My Sassy Settler
A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)
Vintage Values (Corbin’s Bend)
Jewel’s Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon)
Thanks for stopping by. I'll post more on this fabulous series soon. By the way, I've written book 4, Crystal's Calamity.
Hugs,
Stevie
March 17, 2016
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Anyone with a drop of Irish blood in their veins can't let Saint Patrick's Day slip by without some form of acknowledgement. If that person also happens to be the author of numerous books about The O'Malleys, it's even harder.
I've been very busy caring for my own Irish heritage husband and working hard to get, Crystal's Calamity, Book 4 of The Red Petticoat Series completed. My deadline for getting it to Blushing Books is Sunday and I'm going to make it! I had my doubts, but my stubborn Scotch-Irish nature pulled me through, even in the midst of total chaos in my personal life.
So today I'm taking a break as I wait for my beta readers to share their opinions and keeping my fingers crossed they'll like my offering to the series as much as I do. In the meantime, here's a sample of my own personal tribute to the Irish holiday.
If you haven't read it, check it out, it's on sale for $1.99 during the month of March. If you own it, re-reading it is sure to put you in the mood for a spanking hot celebration of your own.
Clarice Winston isn't exactly crazy about her son's choice of bride. Bridget is pretty and smart, but hardly up for the demands of being a society wife and furthering her husband's career. In order to show Dell just how unsuitable Bridget is, Clarice invites them to a dance at the country club that happens to be on the same night as the yearly St. Patrick's Day bash at the pub owned by Bridget's brother Patrick and his wife, Molly.
No way is Bridget missing the family party, but after Dell applies an attitude adjustment, she goes along. Clarice even insists in buying Bridget's dress for the soiree and it's the ugliest dress in history. As soon as Clarice's chauffeur-driven car rounds the corner, Bridget is back in the shop, exchanging the dress for one guaranteed to make Mrs. Winston's friends sit up and take notice.
As the dress adventure continues, with negative consequences for both Bridget and her future mother-in-law, Bridget herself begins to wonder if Winston's mother may be right. Maybe she isn't the best choice of bride?
Excerpt:
Bridget O’Malley plopped down on a bar stool at The Rose and Thistle and promptly jumped back off with a squeal. Her brother, Patrick, made no attempt to conceal his amusement as he took inventory of the liquor bottles behind the bar.
“Do you always laugh at the misfortunes of your customers,” Bridget asked tartly, standing at the bar. “Give me a beer.”
“Not all of them,” Patrick shot back smiling. “Only ones who are deserving of a little, ah what was it you called it? Oh yes, misfortune. I hardly see how a sore hind end can be classified as misfortune. Knowing Dell, I’m sure you earned it.”
“Just shut up, Pat, and give me a beer.”
“A please would be nice.”
“Do all your paying customers say please?” she asked sarcastically.
“No, are you paying?”
“Well, no but…just put it on my tab will you?”
Patrick laughed. “You don’t have a tab, Bridge, and if you did you wouldn’t pay it anyway,” he told her putting a beer on a coaster in front of her. “What’s the trouble about anyway? You’ve been surprisingly well behaved since you and Dell got engaged. I thought things were good between you two.”
“They are, or they were until a little while ago,” Bridget replied after taking a big gulp of her drink.
“So what happened?” Patrick was genuinely concerned. He and his older brother Rory had put a lot of effort into this relationship, probably more than Bridget. They’d almost hand-picked Dell for their little sister. Frantic for her to settle down, at least a little bit, they spent hours talking to Dell and instructing him on the proper way to handle their headstrong, wild sister. No one in the family wanted Bridget to be unhappy, but they didn’t want her to self-destruct either. She needed love certainly, but firm guidance and stability were essential. The quintessential free spirit, Bridget sailed through life in the moment without a care or concern for the future. Her personal motto was, ‘If it feels good, do it.’ She loved everyone and assumed everyone loved her. Bridget had absolutely no sense of fear or restraint and the entire O’Malley family had breathed a collective sigh of relief when Delbert Bertram Winston the 4th had somehow convinced her to marry him.
“We had an argument over St Patrick’s Day,” Bridget answered gloomily. “Apparently we have been invited to the St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Dance at the country club and Winston told his parents we were going.”
“So?”
“So, I told him there was no way in hell I was going to miss the St Patrick’s Day bash at the pub. I said I wasn’t spending one of the most important days of the year at his stuffy country club with a bunch of people who were so socially constipated they can barely fart!”
Patrick dropped the bar towel to the floor so he could bend down and have a second or two to recover. Biting the side of his cheek, he controlled his laughter not wanting to give his sister any encouragement. In all reality she was probably right. Standing back up he noticed her flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. He could just imagine how angry and confrontational she had been with Dell.
“How did that go over?” Patrick asked watching her blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
“He said I was being unreasonable, that my language was atrocious and that he hoped I would not feel the need to be vulgar at the dance. I said vulgar? You want to see vulgar? Look at this hawking big ring on my finger, now that’s vulgar,” she continued, sticking out her tiny hand adorned with a four karat solitaire surrounded by smaller stones.
“Oh Bridget,” Pat sighed. “I don’t think that was a good idea. Did he ask for his ring back?”
“No, and he wouldn’t take it when I tried to give it to him. He said I made a commitment to him and he was going to see that I kept it. I tell you Pat, I thought my head was going to explode I was so pissed off. I don’t understand why his mother didn’t want me to keep the first ring he gave me. It was much smaller and prettier, but no, I have to wear this giant thing. I know it’s expensive and old but I swear it’s so big it looks like it came out of a bubble gum machine.”
Patrick watched as Bridget picked up her beer and drained it before slamming it down on the bar. He refilled it without a word and waited for her to continue. Knowing Bridget, he figured what she’d told him so far was just the tip of the iceberg. Bridget might be small in stature, but her ego was monstrous.
“So was that the end of it?” Patrick asked after he served another customer.
“Hell no! He told me that for once in my life I was going to behave and do as I was told. I was starting to get a little nervous. Winston is really pretty strong, even for a geek, but I figured I was way faster than him. Turns out I’m not as fast as I thought. I finally just told him to kiss my Irish ass and that I was not going to that damn dance and there was nothing he could do about it. Turns out I was wrong about that too,” she finished red-faced as she absently rubbed her bottom while sipping her beer.
“Look Bridge,” Patrick said gently as he walked around the bar and threw his heavy arm over her shoulder. “Maybe Dell’s not the man for you after all. I really like him, we all do, but we thought you were in love with him. If you’re not…”
“That’s what really sucks about the whole thing, Pat. I do love him, the shithead,” she admitted with a grimace. “I really just set out to seduce him,” she stated, giving her brother a jab with her elbow when she heard his hissed curse. “Oh, shut up Pat, guys do it all the time. For some reason I was immediately attracted to the big geek. I figured we could have some fun and he really did make me laugh. He took himself so seriously that I couldn’t resist bursting his bubble. He was like a huge piece of bubble wrap that you just can’t leave alone after you pop the first one,” Bridget grinned unashamedly. “And besides that, what are you doing taking my side when you just about gave him lessons on spanking me? What’s up with that?”
“I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either,” Patrick admitted walking back behind the bar. “I just want you to be happy Bridget, and safe and loved. If I thought for one second that Dell did not have your best interest at heart…if he ever disciplined you without love behind it, I’d punch his lights out myself.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay? He hasn’t spanked me since Christmas Eve Day so I figure maybe he owes me a little. As much as it pains me to admit it, I do have my moments when I can be a little aggravating. Winston is really a gentle natured man, but he has his limits. I just have to figure out where the line in the sand is and dance on this side of it.”
Patrick smiled. “Cheer up Bridget, maybe you can bring some of those old codgers to life at the dance. You can be very charming when you want to, kid.”
“Thanks, Pat, for listening to me bitch without judging me. I have to get moving. I’m meeting Mrs. Delbert Winston the 3rd for a shopping expedition. Apparently she doesn’t trust me not to embarrass them at their soiree so she wants to help me find a dress. She’s paying of course, ‘Nothing is too good for Dell’s little fiancé’,” she mocked flashing her ring.
“Have fun kid, put a dent in her budget,” Patrick encouraged.
“Hell, I couldn’t put a dent in their budget if I insisted I needed a carriage drawn by six white horses. Wait till you see their house, I mean they have servants for Christ’s sake,” she finished, giving a little repulsive shiver. “The place is like a museum,” she called over her shoulder as she headed to the door.
Hugs,
Stevie
I've been very busy caring for my own Irish heritage husband and working hard to get, Crystal's Calamity, Book 4 of The Red Petticoat Series completed. My deadline for getting it to Blushing Books is Sunday and I'm going to make it! I had my doubts, but my stubborn Scotch-Irish nature pulled me through, even in the midst of total chaos in my personal life.
So today I'm taking a break as I wait for my beta readers to share their opinions and keeping my fingers crossed they'll like my offering to the series as much as I do. In the meantime, here's a sample of my own personal tribute to the Irish holiday.
If you haven't read it, check it out, it's on sale for $1.99 during the month of March. If you own it, re-reading it is sure to put you in the mood for a spanking hot celebration of your own.
Clarice Winston isn't exactly crazy about her son's choice of bride. Bridget is pretty and smart, but hardly up for the demands of being a society wife and furthering her husband's career. In order to show Dell just how unsuitable Bridget is, Clarice invites them to a dance at the country club that happens to be on the same night as the yearly St. Patrick's Day bash at the pub owned by Bridget's brother Patrick and his wife, Molly.No way is Bridget missing the family party, but after Dell applies an attitude adjustment, she goes along. Clarice even insists in buying Bridget's dress for the soiree and it's the ugliest dress in history. As soon as Clarice's chauffeur-driven car rounds the corner, Bridget is back in the shop, exchanging the dress for one guaranteed to make Mrs. Winston's friends sit up and take notice.
As the dress adventure continues, with negative consequences for both Bridget and her future mother-in-law, Bridget herself begins to wonder if Winston's mother may be right. Maybe she isn't the best choice of bride?
Excerpt:
Bridget O’Malley plopped down on a bar stool at The Rose and Thistle and promptly jumped back off with a squeal. Her brother, Patrick, made no attempt to conceal his amusement as he took inventory of the liquor bottles behind the bar.
“Do you always laugh at the misfortunes of your customers,” Bridget asked tartly, standing at the bar. “Give me a beer.”
“Not all of them,” Patrick shot back smiling. “Only ones who are deserving of a little, ah what was it you called it? Oh yes, misfortune. I hardly see how a sore hind end can be classified as misfortune. Knowing Dell, I’m sure you earned it.”
“Just shut up, Pat, and give me a beer.”
“A please would be nice.”
“Do all your paying customers say please?” she asked sarcastically.
“No, are you paying?”
“Well, no but…just put it on my tab will you?”
Patrick laughed. “You don’t have a tab, Bridge, and if you did you wouldn’t pay it anyway,” he told her putting a beer on a coaster in front of her. “What’s the trouble about anyway? You’ve been surprisingly well behaved since you and Dell got engaged. I thought things were good between you two.”
“They are, or they were until a little while ago,” Bridget replied after taking a big gulp of her drink.
“So what happened?” Patrick was genuinely concerned. He and his older brother Rory had put a lot of effort into this relationship, probably more than Bridget. They’d almost hand-picked Dell for their little sister. Frantic for her to settle down, at least a little bit, they spent hours talking to Dell and instructing him on the proper way to handle their headstrong, wild sister. No one in the family wanted Bridget to be unhappy, but they didn’t want her to self-destruct either. She needed love certainly, but firm guidance and stability were essential. The quintessential free spirit, Bridget sailed through life in the moment without a care or concern for the future. Her personal motto was, ‘If it feels good, do it.’ She loved everyone and assumed everyone loved her. Bridget had absolutely no sense of fear or restraint and the entire O’Malley family had breathed a collective sigh of relief when Delbert Bertram Winston the 4th had somehow convinced her to marry him.
“We had an argument over St Patrick’s Day,” Bridget answered gloomily. “Apparently we have been invited to the St. Patrick’s Day Dinner Dance at the country club and Winston told his parents we were going.”
“So?”
“So, I told him there was no way in hell I was going to miss the St Patrick’s Day bash at the pub. I said I wasn’t spending one of the most important days of the year at his stuffy country club with a bunch of people who were so socially constipated they can barely fart!”
Patrick dropped the bar towel to the floor so he could bend down and have a second or two to recover. Biting the side of his cheek, he controlled his laughter not wanting to give his sister any encouragement. In all reality she was probably right. Standing back up he noticed her flushed cheeks and flashing eyes. He could just imagine how angry and confrontational she had been with Dell.
“How did that go over?” Patrick asked watching her blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
“He said I was being unreasonable, that my language was atrocious and that he hoped I would not feel the need to be vulgar at the dance. I said vulgar? You want to see vulgar? Look at this hawking big ring on my finger, now that’s vulgar,” she continued, sticking out her tiny hand adorned with a four karat solitaire surrounded by smaller stones.
“Oh Bridget,” Pat sighed. “I don’t think that was a good idea. Did he ask for his ring back?”
“No, and he wouldn’t take it when I tried to give it to him. He said I made a commitment to him and he was going to see that I kept it. I tell you Pat, I thought my head was going to explode I was so pissed off. I don’t understand why his mother didn’t want me to keep the first ring he gave me. It was much smaller and prettier, but no, I have to wear this giant thing. I know it’s expensive and old but I swear it’s so big it looks like it came out of a bubble gum machine.”
Patrick watched as Bridget picked up her beer and drained it before slamming it down on the bar. He refilled it without a word and waited for her to continue. Knowing Bridget, he figured what she’d told him so far was just the tip of the iceberg. Bridget might be small in stature, but her ego was monstrous.
“So was that the end of it?” Patrick asked after he served another customer.
“Hell no! He told me that for once in my life I was going to behave and do as I was told. I was starting to get a little nervous. Winston is really pretty strong, even for a geek, but I figured I was way faster than him. Turns out I’m not as fast as I thought. I finally just told him to kiss my Irish ass and that I was not going to that damn dance and there was nothing he could do about it. Turns out I was wrong about that too,” she finished red-faced as she absently rubbed her bottom while sipping her beer.
“Look Bridge,” Patrick said gently as he walked around the bar and threw his heavy arm over her shoulder. “Maybe Dell’s not the man for you after all. I really like him, we all do, but we thought you were in love with him. If you’re not…”
“That’s what really sucks about the whole thing, Pat. I do love him, the shithead,” she admitted with a grimace. “I really just set out to seduce him,” she stated, giving her brother a jab with her elbow when she heard his hissed curse. “Oh, shut up Pat, guys do it all the time. For some reason I was immediately attracted to the big geek. I figured we could have some fun and he really did make me laugh. He took himself so seriously that I couldn’t resist bursting his bubble. He was like a huge piece of bubble wrap that you just can’t leave alone after you pop the first one,” Bridget grinned unashamedly. “And besides that, what are you doing taking my side when you just about gave him lessons on spanking me? What’s up with that?”
“I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either,” Patrick admitted walking back behind the bar. “I just want you to be happy Bridget, and safe and loved. If I thought for one second that Dell did not have your best interest at heart…if he ever disciplined you without love behind it, I’d punch his lights out myself.”
“Don’t worry about it, okay? He hasn’t spanked me since Christmas Eve Day so I figure maybe he owes me a little. As much as it pains me to admit it, I do have my moments when I can be a little aggravating. Winston is really a gentle natured man, but he has his limits. I just have to figure out where the line in the sand is and dance on this side of it.”
Patrick smiled. “Cheer up Bridget, maybe you can bring some of those old codgers to life at the dance. You can be very charming when you want to, kid.”
“Thanks, Pat, for listening to me bitch without judging me. I have to get moving. I’m meeting Mrs. Delbert Winston the 3rd for a shopping expedition. Apparently she doesn’t trust me not to embarrass them at their soiree so she wants to help me find a dress. She’s paying of course, ‘Nothing is too good for Dell’s little fiancé’,” she mocked flashing her ring.
“Have fun kid, put a dent in her budget,” Patrick encouraged.
“Hell, I couldn’t put a dent in their budget if I insisted I needed a carriage drawn by six white horses. Wait till you see their house, I mean they have servants for Christ’s sake,” she finished, giving a little repulsive shiver. “The place is like a museum,” she called over her shoulder as she headed to the door.
Hugs,Stevie
February 9, 2016
Free until 2/15, Pink Valentine
Cheryl loves her job at Estelle's boutique, but her paycheck keeps getting smaller and smaller with each new shipment. She doesn't see herself as a shopaholic, although her stash in the guestroom closet keeps growing.
Her husband, Troy, has been brown bagging his lunch and saving all his overtime earnings for their dream vacation in Hawaii next year. He's not too happy when he accidentally discovers her packages the night before Valentine's Day. Things get out of hand when he confronts her and before he knows it, he's promised her a spanking!
This is a short story about a couple working through their conflict on the most romantic day of the year. Sparks fly as a loving husband shows his wife that roses aren't the only red thing coming her way.
Author's Note: This is a short erotic story that contains the spanking of an adult woman by her husband and explicit sexual content. If such material offends you, please do not purchase this book.
I wrote this short story because I fell in love with the cover. A little silly in hindsight, but I seem to be a bit like Cheryl. In fact, I have two more covers I've purchased and have yet to finish the stories. Oh well, it never hurts to have a little something extra on hand, right? On the plus side, it's a lot easier to hide purchases on an external hard drive, grin.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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February 4, 2016
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Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine's always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he's more than happy to put those hands to use...
Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won't be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own...no matter the cost.
Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire's daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn't take into account one thing--actually--two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won't hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line...
Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.
Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother's silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she's in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.
His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he's the very man to whom she was betrothed. There's no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.
Rose's Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine's Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally...on her knees.
His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?
Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he'll have to step it up and take her in hand...the Rod and Cane Society way.
Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine's Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe's bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.
Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she's crazy about can't be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she'll learn just how serious David is.
Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist... he's a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine's Day.
Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart--and not breaking his own--was something else entirely.
Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?
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January 31, 2016
What's A Girl To Do, Except Say Thanks.
Recently two of my books were nominated for the 2015 Best Spanking Romance Awards through Spanking Romance Reviews. This is a first for me and I'm thrilled. The competition is tough as there are so many talented authors out there in this genre.
A Timeless Woman has been nominated for the BDSM Writers Con 2016 Golden Flogger Awards for BEST BDSM Book of the Year in our BDSM Advanced category.
Amelia, Book One in The Marriage Market Series
has been nominated in the Best Overall Spanking Romance Category and also in the Best Historical Spanking Romance, not in a named era.
A Timeless Woman
has been nominated in the Best Sweet Spanking Romance category and also in the Best Medical BDSM Romance.Thank you, Spanking Romance Reviews and BDSM Writers Con for the recognition.
I'd love to have your vote, but even if you're not so inclined, stop over and show your favorite author some love. We all work hard so click the icon at the top of this post and cast your vote for the author(s) who touch your heart, (or other parts of you anatomy), lol.
Note: Voting for Spanking Romance Review's Best Spanking Romance ends 2/7/2016.
Best wishes to all the nominees!
Hugs,
Stevie
December 23, 2015
A Timeless Woman, a new release
Despite her age, Marjorie Whitcomb is resigned to spinsterhood. One disastrous marriage has convinced her that the kind of man she wants does not exist. He is simply a figment of her imagination... and her fantasies.
Colton Mitchell has had Margie in his peripheral vision for two years. He always considered her 'quirky', with her vintage clothes and quiet manner. He never saw the real woman until he had to drive her home one night. From her vintage turquoise kitchen to her garter belt and stockings, he then realizes that she is a young woman with very old-fashioned ideas about love and marriage. And that's the very moment in which he decides that she isn't quirky, she is perfect!
But how close is Colton to Marjorie's idea of the perfect man?
Excerpt:
He shouldn't have been surprised, yet he was by the absolute perfection of the area. Overstuffed furniture dominated the room. The dark wood accent pieces were polished to a high shine; crocheted doilies were placed on the arms of the furniture as well as under anything that could possibly scratch the surface of the antique pieces. There was a lovely bar set on a silver tray, complete with ice bucket and highball glasses. Several decanters of liquor with which to offer guests a choice of beverage were clustered on another tray. Photographs in ornate silver frames were scattered about the room and he watched fascinated as Marjorie dropped gracefully to her knees in front of the fireplace and quickly started a fire.
"I would have done that," he offered gently when he found his voice.
"I'm used to it," she replied rising. "Would you still like coffee, or something stronger?" she asked, looking at her toes.
Colton considered for but a moment before answering.
"Coffee if that's not too much trouble," he replied. A cocktail could be made much too quickly.
"Not at all, I'll just be a few minutes."
"May I come with you? I'd like to see more of this remarkable house."
Margie paused as though considering and then shrugged her shoulders before motioning for him to follow her. He wasn't disappointed. They passed through a lovely dining room and he absorbed as many details as he could. It was purely Victorian, the china closet fair to bursting with china, teapots and silver accessories. A richly colored oriental carpet covered the center of a gleaming hardwood floor and the table and chairs were heavy mahogany. A huge etched mirror hovered over the sideboard reflecting the soft lights of the chandelier she switched on as they passed through.
It was the kitchen that had his mouth dropping open. Several generations ahead of the rest of the furnishings, it was straight out of the 1950s and top of the line.
Large black and white tiles in a checkerboard pattern made up the floor. All the appliances were turquoise, even the sink. The dining set was chrome with turquoise and white leather seats.
"Have a seat, Mr. Mitchell," she suggested as she washed her hands at the sink and dried them with a white towel that hung from a three pronged rack. "This will take a bit."
Colton sat and watched as she pulled a vintage turquoise stool away from a corner of the kitchen and lifted the steps out. Before he could rise, she was standing on the seat and reaching into a cupboard over the refrigerator. Raising her arms high also made her dress creep up and he could see the lace edging on her black slip. On her tiptoes now, she reached for a stainless steel percolator and he smiled. This would take a while, he thought, delighted. He hadn't seen one of those since he was a child visiting his grandparents.
A split second later she teetered, and he lunged from his chair, grasping her around her hips. His hands hiked her dress higher and with her above him he could clearly see the tops of her stockings, lacy garters, and the sweet white curves of her inner thighs. Dry mouthed, he helped her down, his hands shaking as he tried to convince himself it had been an accident.
"I would have gotten that down for you," he scolded, not sure if he was angry at her or himself.
"I'm fine now," she squeaked out. "It was silly of me. Please sit."
Colton obeyed, watching as she filled the pot with cold water, scooped coffee into the steel basket and seated it in the pot before plugging it in. Efficiently, she moved around the kitchen, getting out cups and saucers, a sugar bowl, matching creamer and teaspoons. She placed a cloth napkin beside each of their places and a plate of cheese and crackers in the middle of the table.
"I'm hungry," she admitted as she nibbled on a cracker.
"Me too," he grinned as he helped himself.
Conversation lagged as they each watched the lightly colored brew begin to bubble up into the clear glass top of the pot. She evaded his personal questions but seemed willing to discuss the house. It had been left to her by her Aunt and Uncle whom she'd lived with since the loss of her husband, caring for them right up until the end. Questions about her marriage were deflected but she agreed with him that it was a fabulous house. She adored anything from the Victorian Era and was fascinated by the fifties, remarking that it seemed a much simpler time during which the roles of men and women were clearly defined.
"Would you have liked to live back then?" he asked her smoothly when the color of the coffee suited her and she unplugged the pot.
"I think I would," she replied, not turning to look at him. "This will have to sit a few minutes or it will be full of grounds," she explained as she busied herself at the sink.
"I'm in no hurry," he replied.
Finally, she brought the pot to the table, setting it on a hot pad. Carefully, she poured each of them a cup before sitting down again.
"Miss Whitcomb," he remarked after taking a sip, "this is delicious, but it occurs to me you've forgotten to call the garage about your car."
"Oh damn," she cried, setting her cup down with a clatter and scurrying across the kitchen to the rotary telephone hanging on the wall. Flipping up the calendar she located and dialed a number and waited, nibbling her nail. After several minutes she hung up.
"They're closed," she sighed as she returned to her chair.
"I imagine so, it's after seven," Colton replied. Taking another sip, he hid a grin and continued. "You know, Miss Whitcomb, were we really living in the fifties, a man might spank his woman for uttering such language and forgetting something as important as having her car serviced. Not to mention climbing on that stool and risking injury," he finished calmly.
Watching her carefully, he took note of the way her wide blue eyes flew to his face in shock. The hand holding her cup began to tremble and she used both hands to carefully set it back on its saucer, but not before spilling a significant amount. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were open as though she wanted to say something but couldn't. Gently, he reached across the table and with a finger under her chin, closed her mouth.
"There would have been no point in arguing. As you suggested, roles were clearly defined in those days. Yes, I would have been justified in taking your hand, guiding you over my knees and lifting your skirts. If you were very naughty, I would have pulled down your panties and painted your bottom a charming shade of red. Depending on the serious nature of your offenses, I may have had you stand in a corner, holding up your dress and displaying your red cheeks for my pleasure. What have you to say about that, Miss Whitcomb? Still have an affinity for the fifties?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
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Note: I previously posted that the title of this book would be, His Little Margie. The title was change when we realized the title implied the book might be an age-play novel, which it is not. Sorry for any confusion.
