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Topaz’s Trials…The Red Petticoat Saloon

They are starving…
Marie Therese O’Sullivan, soon to be known as Topaz for her golden brown eyes and hair, is willing to do anything to save her family from the Great Hunger in Ireland, including travel in steerage all the way to faraway America and then by rail and wagon train to the West Coat where a job awaits. If she can earn a little money to send home, she’ll do any job. If only the advertisement had a little more information about what the job required…

The Gold Rush is good for business…
And Dirk Clemens’ business is acting as wagon master for groups of these intrepid travelers willing to face every danger possible crossing the plains, deserts and mountains to have a chance to get their share of the gold. He doesn’t mind the occasional night with a willing woman but avoids innocents like Marie Therese O’Sullivan like the plague. Defiling virgins is not good for business. And this virgin needs rescuing every time he turns around.

A deadly storm throws them together…
And the spark between them flares into flame, making the virgin issue moot. But it’s only the first disaster they face together and from which he must rescue her. The greatest awaits them on their arrival in California where the worst happens. To both of them. Madam Jewel and Gabriel Vasquez of the Red Petticoat Saloon offer shelter to so many orphans of the storm, but Topaz has been through so much. Perhaps her fire has been quenched.

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Her mama’s tear-streaked face haunted her dreams. She’d begged her not to go, pleaded with her to stay at home, but she was just one more mouth to feed on Da’s few pence doing carpentry from Tiarna Kelvin, the English lord who owned their land, owned them, almost. Her brothers’ road work barely brought in enough to feed them. So when she’d seen the notice in the village store, she’d hurried home and written a reply to post to the employer’s representative in Dublin.
And Da…she’d set out without his blessing. Rather, his angry shouts followed the hired cart down the packed dirt road away from the cottage where her nine siblings slept three to a bed. “Ye’re no daughter of mine!”
The memory made her heart ache.
Sometimes she felt like she’d traveled to a whole new world, like she’d left the Earth entirely. Would she ever see the verdant green hillsides of Country Galway again?
The setting sun cast a red glow the open land in front of them, seeming to rest on the looming, white-frosted mountains in the distance. A sparkling stream crossed the plain in front of them and the trail boss’s shout was echoed back through the half dozen wagons that made up their small train. Marie Therese handed the sleeping infant to its mother and hurried to get a fire built. With so few trees out here, the children collected dried animal dung to supplement wood, and they managed.
Her mother would have been horrified by their fuel, but what was peat but its own sort of waste. And this had less odor when burned. Very clean, in fact. For dung.
Mary Therese sliced bacon and cut up a few of their last potatoes. They’d started to grow shoots and were probably better for seed than eating, but they wouldn’t arrive early enough in the year to plant a garden, and they didn’t have any food to set aside if they were to make it to their new land.

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Her head quite spun when Mr. Clemens kissed her, more so when he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She should be scandalized or disgusted, but a spear of heat shot to the center of her belly, and she squirmed in discomfort at the heat between her thighs.
What was this feeling? Oh sinful! He pushed her skirts to up to reveal more of her than any man outside the family had seen since her birth and she had a moment of gratitude for the fashion preventing him from seeing her bare legs. If he’d only stop kissing her for a moment so she could get her breath and tell him no. To stop.
But she didn’t really want him to, did she? Yes, of course she did. But his kisses dizzied her, and his big calloused hand slid up her muslin-covered thigh to the opening in her drawers and cupped her. She shivered, his kisses going on and on while his fingers worked inside the slit and touched her bare flesh. Oh, how could it be so slippery? She squeezed her eyes closed, but the brilliant lightning pierced the darkness even now. She didn’t belong here, with a man alone, with his hands on her unmentionable parts. And it shouldn’t feel so good.
Surely the devil possessed her to open her eyes again and watch his face, not to ask him to stop even when he stopped kissing her and knelt back to unbutton his pants and his long johns. She’d changed the dirty napkins on her little brothers and knew what should be between a man’s legs, in theory, but the pole jutting toward her in the bright flash was as big as the one on the horse in the field behind the farmhouse down the road.
Surely it was a deformity to be so large. He’d fair split her asunder if she let him touch her. Terror stilled her voice as he positioned himself with the head of his rod at her woman’s parts and bent to take her mouth again. He murmured something before his tongue plunged inside, silencing any objections.
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Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks

They are starving… Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks

The Gold Rush is good for business… Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks #Nook

A deadly storm throws them together… Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks #Nook

Topaz has been through so much. Perhaps her fire has been quenched. Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks

Defiling virgins is not good for business. Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks

This virgin needs rescuing every time he turns around. Topaz’s Trials by Kate Richards @katerichards09 @blushingbooks

Kate’s Bio
Kate Richards divides her time between Los Angeles and the High Sierras. She would gladly spend all her days in the mountains, but she’d miss the beach…and her very supportive husband’s commute would be three hundred miles. Wherever she is, she loves to explore all different kinds of relationships in her stories. She doesn’t believe one-size-fits-all, and whether her characters live BDSM, ménage, GLBT, spanking, or any other kind of lifestyle, it’s the love, the joy in one another, that counts.

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The Virgin Bet by Olivia Starke

Tippy Madison has a pretty big secret—she’s a twenty-eight year old virgin. Thanks to her awkward teenage years, then a crazy college schedule, and, finally, her struggling bookstore, she simply hasn’t had time to date. When her beloved bookstore burns down one night, she ends up having a confrontation with a cop that leaves her handcuffed in the backseat of his police cruiser. A cop who happens to be Brent Kingston, the hot former quarterback she tutored back in high school. Though she finds him infuriating, she also finds herself having some pretty wicked thoughts about him.

Brent had a pretty big crush on the opinionated redhead who helped him pass English class. Now grown, Tippy is even more stunning—and just as strong headed. A good turn over his knee and a sound spanking is exactly what she needs, but it’s not enough for Brent. Tippy draws out his darker, kinkier, side, yet he quickly learns she is still a virgin. He worries that the feisty redhead won’t be able to handle this side of sex, but she is full of surprises.

As their relationship grows so does Tippy’s old high school insecurities. Can she overcome the shadows of the past, or will it drive them apart forever?

(WARNING: contains adult spanking, graphic sex, and explicit language)

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“Don’t tell me what to do, Brent. You’re not the big mean boss man here.” She folded her arms over her chest, lifting her chin. “You don’t have any say in how I feel.”

Her challenge was more than he could bear, if any woman needed a good spanking, Tippy was it. He reached for her, grabbing her upper arm, and brought his free hand down in a hard swat to her ripe little bottom. She squeaked in shock, and when he stepped back, her mouth gaped open. “W-what was that?” she finally managed after several sputters.

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MacKay Destiny Book 1: Melody Anne’s Billionaire Universe: Floating Hearts

Floating Hearts

She had to fly…
Perhaps Sarabeth Harvest might have chosen another way to escape from her wedding than the prototype electronic balloon about to be revealed to the public by her billionaire fiancé. And maybe the incredibly sexy man who rescued her from the apple tree wasn’t the answer to a fleeing bride’s prayers. But how was she to resist someone who made her pulse race the moment she met him? A woman who’s just jilted her boss in front of all of San Francisco society has nowhere to go, except where the winds take her.

He’s a Type A Plus self-made billionaire…
And well on the way to destroying his health in his race to success. Is it his fault if the woman who lands in his family’s orchard thinks James MacKay is a farmer? From the moment she tumbles from the sky into his arms, Sarabeth makes her preference for a working man clear. When she learns his secret, she will leave anyway. She has a history of running away from billionaires.

Can destiny and true love overcome…
The multiple reasons why they shouldn’t fall in love? The fire between Sarabeth and James blazes to life instantly, but she’s looking for a blue-collar guy and he isn’t looking for anyone. And her fiancé might be on the way to try to get her—and his balloon—back. When James learns who he is, it will blow the lid off everything. Add in a meddling mama who doesn’t want to give up on the perfect daughter-in-law to create a perfect storm. Maybe it’s time to walk away. Or maybe what is between James and Sarabeth might be so huge it will burn off all the negativity.


The latest tale from The Red Petticoat Saloon…and Tabitha Black!

Book 12 is the hottest yet! Welcome to Culpeppter Covesapphires-surrender

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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.


DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit erotic themes, including spanking and mild breath play. If such material is likely to offend, please do not purchase.



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.”


Author Bio:

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.

Tabitha loves getting mail, so if you want to drop her a line, please do so at You can also check out her blog here, follow her on Twitter @BlushingTabitha, Instagram, or join her Facebook page. Thank you for reading!


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