Monday, 26 December 2016

Diamond in the Rough: The Red Petticoat Saloon Series

I'm so pleased to welcome Abbie Adams and Maggie Ryan to my blog today to share another awesome book in Blushing Book's fantastic Red Petticoat Saloon series: Diamond in the Rough.

Marshal Tripp Houston makes his own luck and doesn’t believe in chance—until Lady Luck smiles up at him with her cat-like green eyes. If it’s the last thing he does, Tripp is dead set on bringing down the vile Shotgun Slick Gang. It’s been said that the outlaws have a woman traveling with them. Tripp is almost certain that woman is Diamond, especially with her sneaking around and asking lots of questions. But, if he’s wrong, and she is the innocent she proclaims, then once every last slimy one of the gang are swinging from a tree, he plans to hand in his tin star and settle down with the little card-dealing gem who ran away with not only his horse, but his heart as well. After all, he knows just how to tame a feisty gem.

Diamond won’t take no for an answer, especially when it comes to those bossy men of Culpepper Cove standing in the way of finding her sister Damaris—not even when it means she will end up with a hot, achy backside over the knee of one very stubborn lawman. The trail she’d been following for months led her to Culpepper Cove and The Red Petticoat Saloon where she entertains the men while dealing blackjack and sifting through their conversations for information that will help her find Damaris—but she doesn’t go upstairs. That is until the night she makes a silly bet, (it had worked for Jewel, hadn’t it?) and ends up falling for the man who tried her patience at every turn. Will the bet cost more than her virginity? She hadn’t wagered her heart, but she may very well have lost it to him already.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

About The Red Petticoat series:

The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers a continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.

Dear Readers,

Wow! Hasn’t this been exciting? I don’t know about you but I’ve always been a fan of old westerns and more than half in love with dusty old cowboys—and the sterner, the better. John Wayne definitely fueled many of my girlhood daydreams, alongside Sam Elliot and Clint Eastwood. Now, we have Gabe, John, Jeb, Bo and the rest of those dominant men of Culpepper Cove. I hope you’ll find Tripp and Diamond’s story to be fuel for some of your own daydreams.

It didn’t take long for Diamond to start telling me her story. When I heard about The Red Petticoat Saloon Series, I wasn’t sure that I could participate, but Diamond is a woman who won’t be ignored. She demanded her place in the series and she got it. Although, I have to say a big, giant thank you to Maggie Ryan, my co-author.

Sometimes, no matter how vividly the characters talk to you, life happens and you just don’t get a chance to tell their stories. This was the case with my story, Diamond in the Rough. If, not for Maggie, Tripp and Diamond would still be buried on my hard drive with a slew of other unfinished works.

Thank you, Maggie. As always, you make me look good—and I hope you already know I’d be lost without you. Thank you for helping bring these amazing characters to life.

And to our readers, I hope you will fall in love with Culpepper Cover and the Red Petticoat Saloon family.

Abbie Adams

That fear at least was quelled when the marshal held the door open to her and then promptly locked it behind himself. They were alone in the room. She stood frozen, looking at the empty tubs in the center of the room.
"Go ahead and undress while I fill the tub." The man walked right by her. She couldn't believe he expected her to just disrobe. Then she remembered that though there was no concealing wall or even a curtain between the two tubs, there was a privacy screen in one corner. She forced herself not to run towards it though she was suddenly desperate to hide behind its concealment.
"Oh, no, ladybug. You will be naked before me, so there is no reason for you to hide yourself over there. You can just strip right where you are."
She glared at him as mortification filled every part of her being. He was bent on shaming her. This wasn't just some conquest or a prize won and savored. He meant to humiliate her. She turned away from him and her fingers came to the buttons at her neck with trepidation at first. Then slowly as she made it down the row, her irritation built until she stood tall and proud. She would not cower before him or allow herself to be shamed. She was a beautiful, independent woman. She would not let him know how much he affected her.
She stalled only a moment more before pulling her dress from her shoulders. It slid down her sides and landed in a puddle at her feet. Delaney felt naked already and she still had her chemise and petticoat before she even got to her… unmentionables. She peeked back at him as he carried one of the buckets of water that had been heating over the fire to the nearest iron tub. Heat flushed her face when she met his eyes. He was still watching her even though he was pouring the water.
"Keep going, I want you naked," he said, returning to the fire for the next pail.

Saturday, 3 December 2016

#SatSpanks FREE Xmas Story!

For #SatSpanks this week I'm excited to announce that Blushing Books is including my Christmas-themed novella 
His Christmas Brat in their 12 Days of Christmas promotion!

FREE on December 4!!

In this snippet, Shane (the sexy, tattooed bodyguard commissioned to look after the spoilt Hollywood brat during Christmas in New Zealand) is dressed up as Santa:

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?” he asked her, winking cheekily at her from under his bushy white beard.
            “Nice, of course!” she insisted indignantly.
            Shane scratched his chin. “Hmmmm. I don’t think you have.” Running his hand up the inside of her thigh he reached up between her legs and pinched the underside of her bottom. “I think you’ve been quite a naughty girl, actually. Come and sit with me and tell me what naughty girls get,” he whispered huskily, pulling her down to sit on his lap.
            She sat on his thigh, trailing her hand inside his red Santa shirt to run her fingers teasingly along his chest. She felt the muscles in his torso flex as she scraped her nails across his body, then she jumped as the hand that rested lightly against her back, steadying her, slid down and pinched her bottom again.
            “So tell me, young lady – what do naughty girls get?”

Don't forget to check out the other participants in this week's blog hop:

Friday, 2 December 2016

~ Christmas Collection ~ 24 Sizzling Stories & Poems!

Ashe Barker is here today with Coming Together: Under the Mistletoe a collection of twenty-four pieces of erotic fiction & poetry edited by Delilah Night. 

This is a charity anthology, all proceeds to benefit Project Linus. The collection includes my short story, Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?

Here’s what to expect from the anthology – 24 sizzling stories and poems, 
and all for just $3.99

Santa, Kinky (Blacksilk)
Kid Comet (Delilah Night)
All I Want for Christmas is Sex (Sheryl Collins)
Carpe Marine Christmas Package (Muffy Wilson) 
Silver Bells (M. Marie)
Tugging Reins (Sonni de Soto)
The Twelve Days of Christmas (DJK)
Strip Dreidel (Rob Rosen)
Under the Mistletoe (Ramona Thompson)
Accosting Santa (Sommer Marsden)
A Thaw in Midwinter (Blacksilk)
The Green Lady (James Malin)
A Christmas Eve in Snow (Marcia Conover)
Summer in December (Tamsin Flowers)
Patriarchal Winter Night's Dream (Jaylan Salah)
Hush (Maria Duendi)
Winter's Majesty (Stacy Savage)
Christmas in Minneapolis (CeCe Marsh)
The Road on a Winter Hike (Sarah Jaylan)
Baby, It's Hot Outside (Delilah Night)
Frosty (Corbin A. Grace)
Adrenaline Rush (Robert Buckley)
Goosebumps (Stacy Savage)
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? (Ashe Barker)


Blurb : Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? By Ashe Barker

She’s recovered, moved on. Her marriage is over. Or is it?

Cain has other ideas. Heather might have left him, fled to the wilds of bloody Scotland of all places to get away from him, but she never even signed the divorce papers he sent her. 

He’s wasted enough time and now he’s determined to settle things, one way or another. A decent spanking always used to work, but is it too late?

New year, new start. There’s only one way to find out…

Cain returned to stand behind her. He took her wrists and lifted them to place her hands against the door, at about mid-stomach height. "You're going to lean on the door and keep your hands right there, yes?"
"Yes," she affirmed. "Yes, Sir."
"So good. I always loved that about you. And this, the way you submit. This was always good, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, " she agreed again. "The sex was never the problem."
"Neither was the discipline. We need this gone..." He fingered the shoulder of her loose fitting all-in-one overalls then reached around her to draw the front zipper down.
Even with the sub-zero temperatures outside, hers was hot and sticky work. Heather rarely wore anything other than her knickers under her overalls – this was not a fashion parade, after all. The fabric of her workwear opened to bare her breasts. Her nipples were already hard but they swelled and pebbled yet more as the air brushed them.
"Jesus, girl, I'd almost forgotten how fucking lovely you are under all this gear." He kissed her naked shoulder as he peeled the sleeves down her arms to her wrists, then right off. The upper part of her clothing dangled around her hips as he cupped both her breasts in his palms and squeezed. He pinched her nipples, hard enough that she squealed. He chuckled against her ear.
"Do you want me to stop?"
She leaned her head back against him. "No, Sir."