All she wanted was a loving husband

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Rose Anna Prescott wants a husband. 

In July of 1890, the young woman rides the stagecoach from her secluded home to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Her stated purpose is to participate in the celebrations welcoming the newest state in the Union. However, her true intention is to find a suitable husband among the available men in the wealthy metropolis.

Her list of criteria for a husband is lengthy – however, it does not initially include that he be a strict disciplinarian. Good fortune smiles down on her; she meets not one, but two eligible men. Cavalry Officer Captain Randall Wilson, and an emissary from President Harrison, Jackson Wright, both compete for her hand. With two men vying to have her as his bride, Rose decides to introduce them both to her father, and to show them the wonders of the new state of Wyoming.

During their adventures together, Randall and Jackson open her eyes to surprising experiences in love, and they both show her that she needs a husband who is willing and able to apply a firm hand to her bottom. Their spankings not only render control of her rebellious disposition, they also awaken her sexual desires.

Before she can decide whom to marry, a dark specter comes between them. This new man plays a winner-takes-all game.

Rose sipped from the cup he offered and more laughter escaped her lips. She tasted the alcohol mixed with the sweet, tart lemonade but did not expose his secret. After finishing their drinks, they resumed dancing. Mr. Wright continued to twirl her slender frame around the dance floor, accompanied by the lilting music. The music flowed into her body, mixed with the intoxicating beverage, and consumed her. With a firm grip on her waist, the handsome man swung her around until she was dizzy.

At the conclusion of the second number, he pulled her close. With her breast pressed into his chest and straining against her stays, he looked down. First his eyes were drawn to her exposed flesh, and then they focused on her eyes. Rose’s entire being sank into those eyes.

“Oh, my,” she said, “I think I must have some fresh air.”

He released her and guided her away from the dance floor. “I believe there is cake and ice cream in the basement. Perhaps it is also cooler down there.”

She nodded and he steadied her elbow as they descended the stairs.

Refreshed by the cool confections, they ascended the stairs to dance one last number before the band quit at midnight. In the dim, secluded stairwell, Jackson pulled her close. With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face. He brushed her startled lips with his own. This new, heady sensation amazed her in its sensuality. She had never been kissed romantically by any man before. Her contrasting feelings wavered between dazed and somewhat scandalized. Seeing that she did not recoil, he touched her cheek and stole a second taste of her lips. His gentlemanly yet masterful manner sent shockwaves through her system which could not be denied or ignored. The folds between her legs swelled with a new purpose. He smiled and released her.

“Mr. Wright, you are—” Rose’s head swirled with the spontaneous grandeur of that moment and she felt herself go pink. She was caught unawares.

“In the presence of exceptional grace and beauty. Yes, I am,” he finished her sentence in his own way.

“Why, sir,” she brought her arms up to pull her breasts away from his chest, “I-I, ah, it is getting rather late and I really must be returning to my hotel.”

“Allow me to escort you, which hotel?”

“Er, the Inter-Coastal—”

“You mean the Inter-Ocean Hotel?”

“Ah, yes, but, really, sir, I can make my own way.” She scurried to get away from him while her conscious brain was still in control of her body.

About the Authors

 Savannah Rollins is a lover of fragrant, pretty flowers. The great outdoors is where she prefers to spend her time, when not working in her office. She enjoys long walks in warm sunshine, along with camping or grilling. She and her guy live near a beach with the beautiful ocean close by.

She adores all animals, but felines are her favorites. She loves music from each genre and decade, and sings along with many artists while dancing – a good source of exercise. Good friends and fine cuisine make her heart sing with joy.

A love of reading comedy, romance, and mystery novels led Savannah to fiction writing.

 

Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.


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Can Cole and Emma capture your heart?

First off  – Thank you so much for taking the time to look into my imagination! It’s such an amazing feeling to dream of something in your head and then put your whole heart into putting it on paper. I feel so lucky and blessed to be able to do this and share my dreams with you!

I’ve been writing as far back as I can remember. As a young reader, I was obsessed with anything that made me scared! My shelves were littered with books from YA Horror greats like RL Stine and Christopher Pike. Then when I moved on to middle school I feel in love with Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles and also began reading romance. Primarily for this reason, I have devoted my writing to mostly paranormal romance and stick to the YA and NA categories.

Wounded is my first book with the story planted firmly in reality! It’s a love story centered on military life and how that life has an effect on the people who live it and the relationships that are formed despite the time spent away from home. It’s a very personal story and I hope that you enjoy it!

Currently I am lucky to live in beautiful Colorado where I can see the mountains from my doorstep! I’ve been a Colorado native my entire life and have an incredible husband who supports my dreams as well as four children that help to create them. My passions include reading, writing, graphic design, and music. A rare known fact about me is that I have an intense fear of Orca’s – they didn’t get the name Killer Whale because they are nice! This is a means of constant torment from my family, but it’s all in good fun and a few nightmares are good for the soul… right?

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Here is an excerpt from Wounded. I hope that you enjoy it and that Cole and Emma can capture your heart the way they did mine!

 

Watching her, Cole shut down the part of his brain that would over analyze the situation and just went with his instincts. Tentatively he reached out and just barely touched her shoulder. When she turned and smiled sadly at him, he took it as encouragement and reached farther to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger. It was soft and silky and when the slight breeze caught hold of the flyaway strands, they tickled against his skin.

“I’m sure he loves you very much Emma.” Cole whispered, so lost in the moment that he was leaning toward her hoping that she would inch closer his way giving him the okay to kiss her.

“You have to know someone to love them, don’t you?” She asked. Her voice was shaking and a little frightened and all of the sudden he wondered if they were talking about her and her father or something else entirely.

“Sometimes, I think you just know. Regardless of anything else.”

Then the moment that he had been waiting for was in front of him. Emma’s eyes closed as she slowly leaned closer to him. She was so incredibly beautiful that it made his heart ache just to look at her as he closed the distance between them.

When their lips finally met, Emma felt her heart sigh. Even though she hadn’t been sure she wanted him in there, her heart had always known and there couldn’t have been a more perfect moment. It was a simple kiss… a sweet one. One that didn’t demand or intrude. When it was over he dropped her hair and smiled at her shyly.

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Let Katie’s adorable antics warm your heart while they earn her a warm bottom

FOREWORD BY #1 Best Selling, Multi-Genre Author Breanna Hayse
“Every now and then, the literary world is touched by a new talent that has the ability to both change your heart and lift your spirit. This author hits the mark on what the dynamic truly represents and I so proudly recommend this book to any who embrace the love of natural ageplay and desire a realistic view of what the lifestyle means to so many who practice it. Today, I hand over the crown to Ms. Hart as the new queen of contemporary ageplay and am truly excited to see what else she has in store for her readers in the near future.”

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“If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I am convinced you have learned your lesson… How does that promise make you feel? Because make no mistake about it, Baby, it is definitely a promise.”

A successful CEO by day, Katelyn looks forward to the minute she crosses the threshold to shed all of her adulthood stress and worries and become a carefree, mischievous little mess maker. Her husband and Daddy, Mark, is one of the most beautiful people, inside and out, that she has ever met. His dominance turns all of her switches, but she learns quickly that he means what he says and testing Daddy is not in her backside’s best interest.

Mark is not alone in his endeavor to create a safe and loving environment for Katie. His best friends, Keith and Rose, round out their little family. Being intimately familiar with alternative lifestyles, the couple love and spoil Katie in abundance, but never think twice about turning her bottom red if she steps out of line.

Surrounded by her loving Daddy and adoring Auntie and Uncle, Katie learns that the love, safety, and guidance of this family are what help to make her feel complete. Exploring the little girl who lives inside, the one that she has hidden for far too long, she spends her time building elaborate Lego structures and playing in her special tree house that Mark built by hand.

When tragedy strikes, Katie’s idyllic life is shattered and it takes all of the love, support, and discipline of her family to pick up the pieces and put them back together. However, will love and spankings be enough? Katie is not convinced. She doesn’t believe anything will ever be okay again.
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“It’s been a long time since this naughty bottom has been over my knee. I think it forgot what happens when it ends up here.”

“No! It’s not a naughty bottom. See how white it is? It’s a good bottom!”

Rose shook her head, “Oh baby, you just issued a challenge that no Dom would ever ignore.”

“No! It’s not a challenge! It’s not. Lemme go!” Her feet scissored helplessly in the air before they were trapped under Keith’s strong leg. There was no pleasure or ‘adult’ stimulation when Keith spanked Katie. Their relationship was purely familial, so when she was sent over her uncle’s knee, she was a little girl to him and nothing more.

“Hmm, I wonder how long it would take to turn your bottom to the same color as these pants. What do you think, Rose?”

“Her pajamas are pink and I thought you hated the color pink. Can’t you do better than that?” She coaxed.

Katie could tell that they were teasing, but she also knew that once in this position, there was no escape without a hot bottom. Keith’s hand had the ability to set a fire hot enough to cause a naughty little girl to fall asleep on her belly.

“Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a naughty girl’s attitude.” “No! I’m not a tootsie pop!”

“One.” The sound of the smack reverberated through the room.

“Ow! I’ll go to bed!”

About Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for  authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Patricia Green with The Doctor’s Daughter

We’re excited to have Patricia Green visiting us today to give us a little taste of her new release The Doctor’s Daughter. The mysterious stranger might be a desperado, but Verity can’t resist plunging into the darkness to find out. Are you ready to take the plunge with us?

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Verity tends to tell tall tales, despite her name. Everyone knows she’s prone to exaggeration, and no one seems to mind. No one except the mysterious man who winds up wounded and in need of a doctor’s care.

The newly dubbed “Mr. Smith” has lost his memory and is of no help in filling in the blanks about his real name or his past that yawn like a bottomless canyon. While he waits for anything that sounds familiar or sparks a memory, he finds Verity’s family to be gracious and supportive. He also finds that he’s more than willing to administer a spanking when Verity tells one of her outrageous stories or makes mischief.

The hot sex between them heats up their time together, but can Verity accept that she’s in love with a possible married man, a possible outlaw, a possible reprobate? The truth will emerge, but the doctor’s daughter might be the last one to find out.

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

He was naked except for one gray sock on his right foot and a red bandana precariously spread over his private parts. She felt her face flame. Verity didn’t know his name or where he came from, but with her father away almost all the way to Prescott, she had little choice but to treat the stranger. She was pretty much the “doctor on call” even though she had never finished medical school. But this was beyond anything she’d done as her father’s assistant. He usually shielded her from such displays.

Mark Milner, the town livery owner, hauled the man’s legs, while Jeb Hays, the farrier, carried the fellow’s arms. The bandana breezed off and Verity had to tell herself not to panic. She’d seen baby boys; she knew what their parts looked like. A grown man was more than a sight to behold, however, a sight for which she was unprepared.

“Close your eyes, Miss Verity,” Mr. Milner said sharply.

“Nonsense.” Her voice quaked—not the certain and commanding tone she hoped for. And her gaze couldn’t move from it. Her face was hot, and the rest of her tingled.

“It ain’t right, seeing as you’re an unmarried female,” Mr. Hays said firmly as he helped put the man up on the exam table. After the stranger was settled there, Hays took the hat off his own head and put it over the man’s privates. “That’ll have ter do, I guess.”

The man was breathing, but blood congealed at the corner of his mouth, a shiner practically covered the upper right quarter of his face, and his chin wore a few nasty looking scrapes. His left thigh was swollen and bruised and a horse shoe print shone livid as a calf’s liver on the leg. He was a young man, possibly only a few years older than she, maybe thirty, with short brown hair with lighter streaks. As she checked his pupils, finding unfocused piercing blue eyes, she responded to the older man’s comment. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen naked men before, Mr. Hays.”

“You have?” Milner asked. “I can’t hardly believe it.”

“I don’t believe it,” Mr. Hays stated without hesitation.

Verity hesitated. “Well…”

Hays poked Milner in the ribs with a pointed elbow. “See? It’s a tall tale, just like always.”

Sighing, Verity leaned down to put her ear to the unconscious fellow’s chest—her father had taken their only stethoscope with him out of town. “Well, I’ve seen naked men in books—anatomy books.”

“Tain’t the same,” Mr. Milner pronounced. “You need to mend your lyin’ ways, Miss Verity. Your pa will take a switch to you, and I wouldn’t blame him.”

About Patricia Green:

Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 30 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.

In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, embroider, knit and watch hockey.

 

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