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She didn’t ever want a man. Until she met him.
With long hair so black it sometimes looks blue, Sapphire is a feisty little thing with a temper as hot as her trademark sultry gaze. All alone in the world after a series of tragic events left her without a family, she considers herself lucky to have found a new home at The Red Petticoat.
There, she has friends who care about her, and a way of dancing which drives the patrons wild. She loves her independence and her ability to earn her own money, and being a saloon girl means she won’t ever have to depend on a man. Having discovered at an early age that they aren’t to be trusted, she’s happy to be on her own. Besides, she’s never met a man who was able to evoke even the smallest amount of lust in her, let alone love.
When Sapphire is accused of stealing a client’s pocket watch and Sheriff Deputy Crawford Slade is called to the Petticoat to deal with the incident, her world is turned upside down. Despite his sullen, unfriendly demeanor, something about the handsome deputy ignites a passion within her that she finds it increasingly hard to deny.
But the closer she gets to him, the more he seems to pull away. Torn between her pledge never to trust a man and her desire for this dark deputy, Sapphire finds herself in physical and emotional turmoil. Acting on sheer impulse, she resorts to ever more devious methods in order to get Crawford’s attention. Unfortunately, everything she tries seems to have the opposite effect, and the deputy grows ever more distant.
For his part, despite all outward appearances, Crawford Slade isn’t immune to Sapphire’s charms, and there’s a part of him which is longing to rein her in and force her to behave.
There are two things holding him back, however: a big secret from the past which he cannot share with anyone, and his own dark lust—which he fears, if unleashed, could frighten not only Sapphire away, but end up costing him everything.
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She bit her lip, relishing the sensations Crawford was creating in her body. Her nipples chafed against her corset, her scalp ached from the way he was pulling her hair, her behind was ablaze… and yet the throbbing delight between her thighs was unmistakable.
“Tell me,” he said again, landing a particularly vicious spank just above the back of her knee. “Tell me how you feel right now, pinned to the bed, helpless and unable to do anything but endure whatever it is I decide to do to you.”
A jolt of need snaked through her sex, concentrating on the little bud at her core.
He slapped her again without mercy. “Say it.”
“I… I like it,” she moaned.
“You like it?” He sounded incredulous.
Squeezing her thighs together, trying to subdue the longing, she let out a sob. “I love it!” she cried. “I love what you do to me!” Admitting it aloud made her face blaze with shame, but at least he, being behind her, wouldn’t be able to see it.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, little Sapphire?”
Once again, a prickling heat suffused her face as countless pairs of eyes swiveled to take in the sight of the big deputy escorting her through the room, his grip on her arm seeming to grow tighter by the second.
“Saph! Are you all right? What’s going on?” Opal’s beautiful dark eyes were wide with concern as she rushed up to her friend. Emerald and Dottie were right behind her.
“It’s a misunderstanding,” Sapphire said between gritted teeth. “I’ll be back soon.”
Opal looked her over. “They didn’t even let you put on a shawl?”
Following her friend’s gaze, Sapphire looked down and grimaced as she realized her black corset was loose and only half-laced, exposing far more of her bosom than she usually did when she was downstairs, working the room. “Anyone you catch looking at these owes me a dollar,” she said, trying to make light of her complete humiliation.
Opal grinned. “Split the proceeds fifty-fifty and we have ourselves a deal,” she shot back.
The deputy’s deep, gravelly voice was loud enough to carry above the general clinking of glasses, murmured conversation and barks of laughter always prevalent in the saloon. “Come along now, miss, I don’t have all night.”
“Can’t afford it!” someone shouted, to bellows of mirth.
“Ouch!” Sapphire squealed as Slade’s hand tightened yet further on her arm and he steered her swiftly out into the night, leaving Opal, Emerald and Dottie huddled together, staring after them.
“Listen very carefully, darlin’,” he began, so quietly she had to strain to hear him. “Did you or did you not have permission to ride that man’s horse?”
“I did not,” she muttered.
“Then what you did was stealing. Simple as that. You know what the penalty for horse theft is around these parts?”
She shook her head, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he must be able to feel it.
“Prison time. And I’m talking years, not months. Matter of fact, many a man’s been hanged for stealing a fella’s horse,” he told her.
“Oh, God. Please—”
“Shhh. You only speak when I ask you something. I’m not done talking yet. Now, little girl, you have exactly two choices. Either you agree to let me deal with this and punish you as I see fit, or you will be formally charged, and will be subject to any legal penalties Judge Johnson decides on. While I’m not saying the discipline I’ve a mind to give you will be easy to take, it will sure as hell be over quicker than letting a judge decide your fate. And I can promise you this; while it will most certainly hurt, you won’t ever come to any real harm from me.”
She searched his eyes, trying desperately to find even the barest flicker of warmth.
There was none. He was deadly serious.
Even more unsettling than that was the way he was making her feel: that same combination of terror and desire he always seemed to inspire in her body. Her sex was slick, and she wasn’t sure whether it was fear or his musky, enticing scent that was making her weak at the knees.
“Well?” he said, his breath warm on her face. “Are you going to be a good girl for me and do exactly as I say, or shall I go fetch the judge right now?”
“Good girl,” she breathed. “I’ll be a good girl for you, sir.”
USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic spanking fiction for over a decade, mostly in the age-play and historical genres. More recently, she’s discovered the joys of writing more contemporary, edgier books with a greater emphasis on BDSM – one of which, Sharing Silver, has been nominated for a Golden Flogger award and won the Spanking Romance Reviews award for best ménage 2015.
Having lived in four countries on three different continents, and been an active participant in her local kinky communities, she likes to “write to discover what she knows.” Her own personal kinks include anything and everything to do with spanking, fireplay, edge play, scarification, age-play, and too many more to count. Some girls like wood, some adore leather, but Tabitha is partial to big, shiny, ornate knives… nothing else makes her quite as weak at the knees.
She lives in Europe with her Daddy/Sir, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face. She has a weakness for great cappuccino; strong, dominant, kind but brutally sadistic men (and counts herself amazingly lucky to have found one in real life); brilliant books, and tattoos.
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