Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Gabe's Golden Girl by USA TODAY Bestselling Author Maggie Ryan

Dearest Readers:
I admit that it was hard for me to write this book, the last of the best-selling Red Petticoat Saloon series. I have fallen in love with this series watching the characters come to life. It was very difficult knowing that we were saying good bye to Jewel and Gabe. Each author has brought their gems to life and taken readers on journeys that I never imagined when we began the series. While we are leaving Culpepper Cove, I hope you agree that it became a better place with each story written.
I have laughed, cried, gripped the edge of my seat, and watched each one of Jewel's gems overcome obstacles to discover that they not only have found themselves, they've found a family that will always be there for them. I've seen men who have the capacity to offer unconditional love as well as much needed guidance fall in love with women that some in society consider unworthy.  I have seen Nettie, that feisty, lovable, spoon-wielding cook come to life and find her happiness in not only serving up the best food this side of the Mississippi, but being the Mama Bear to every gem under the Red Petticoat's roof.
I can't thank my fellow authors enough for joining me in this incredible journey. I can't thank the readers enough for taking this journey with us and hope that you've enjoyed every step along the way.  I hope that with Gabe's Golden Girl you feel that you've come full circle-that you journeyed with Lady Juliette Gardner from England to California as she met Gabriel Vasquez and together they shared their dreams and worked to make them come true. And, in the end, what can be better than that?  Thank you again.
Happy Reading,
Maggie Ryan
The true treasure in life is the love we share...
What happens when two people, both from different countries, different stations in life, different in every way are thrown together by circumstance? If they are Gabriel Vasquez and Lady Juliette Gardner, magic happens. They both had dreams of building a life, a better life in their chosen land. Gabe dreams of making his mine, the Corazon de Oro, be one of the most successful mines of California's gold rush. Jewel dreams of building a place where women no longer need to feel as if they have no hope of a future. As they fall in love and combine their dreams, they build The Red Petticoat Saloon in the small town of Culpepper Cove.
Many gems have come and gone, many have stayed and yet all became not only gems but members of a family-a diverse family-a family that will encourage you to follow your dreams. A family that laughs and cries together, one where members offer a shoulder to cry on or, if you happen to be a feisty cook named Nettie, a tap of her infamous wooden spoon against your backside.
Though her dream has come true, Jewel continues to wonder what has the man who has stolen her heart so unbending when it comes to extracting a price when she or one of their gems steps out of line. He never hesitates to remind the women under his roof that the price of breaking rules that are meant to keep them safe is a hot, aching behind.
What has driven this loving man to risk his life for what most of society consider as fallen women? What secrets hide behind those incredible, chocolate colored eyes? Why is he so reluctant to share his past, to talk about his family that he left behind in his native country? Why can't a man Jewel knows has given her his heart and soul, give her these answers?
On the day their mine, Corazon de Oro, reveals its heart, Gabe discovers that there are more important things than any amount of gold. Jewel's love and desire to make the world a better place touch his soul-all the treasure he'll ever need is found in the arms of his golden girl.
Gabe's Golden Girl is the last book in the bestselling series, The Red Petticoat Saloon.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicitly described sexual scenarios including anal play, and elements of power exchange. 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.
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Chapter One
Gabriel would never tire of just watching her. It didn't matter if Jewel was mentoring or just chatting with one of the many women she'd brought into her heart and the Red Petticoat Saloon, or if she was in the kitchen cajoling Nettie into making yet another batch of beignets, or if she was lounging in the bath, her skin slick with the scented oils she'd pour into the water, relaxing after yet another busy day. But, one of his favorite ways to watch her was when she was simply sleeping... her hair spread across the pillows like golden sunbeams, her face and body soft in repose.
Lifting himself onto an elbow, he leaned over her to run his fingertips down the slender column of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He smiled when little bumps began to rise on her skin as he followed the dip of her waist and then climbed the curve of her hip towards his final destination, a well-rounded buttock. Gabe grinned when she gave a soft moan, her bottom wiggling, pushing back as if seeking his warmth.
"Te amo, querida." The words declaring his love were whispered into her ear as his hand moved strands of gold away from the pink shell. His teeth captured the lobe, giving a nip that had her moaning again and, he saw, her sweet pink nipples puckering. His cock, already stiff, hardened further as his fingertips slipped into the divide of her ass, sliding down to the treasure hidden between the plump globes. Though the room was dark with only the barest illumination from the moon shining through the window, Gabe didn't need any light to know the exact moment she became fully aware of him as she stiffened with the pressure of the finger pressing against her anus, her hips pulling away for just a moment before he spoke.
"Naughty." His smile belied his chastisement, as did her almost instant relaxation, her cheeks unclenching from where they'd attempted to still his hand... to keep his fingers from moving against her body. Bending over her again, he saw her eyes opening, the golden lashes lifting to reveal the most stunning blue eyes he loved watching go from clear and focused to glazed and dreamy with her lust. "What happens to naughty girls?"
"Hmmm?" she murmured, then gasped as he nipped the side of her neck.
"You heard me," he said, licking the spot he'd just bitten, then blowing across the wet skin, seeing her nipples becoming tight little berries begging to be plucked. "But, since you seem to need a reminder..."
"Gabe!" she shrieked as, with one thrust, the fingertip that had been circling her anus drove inside.
"That's not a proper answer either, my naughty girl," he said, continuing to press into her most intimate opening. God, he loved the way she blushed, adored watching the color begin in her breasts, flushing the mounds a beautiful pink that accentuated the color of her nipples before moving up her neck to stain her cheeks with a rosy flush. He loved even more to add that same pink hue to her other set of cheeks. His finger continued to move, to explore, to press in and withdraw until she was moaning.
"They get punished," she whispered, her head turning to find his eyes with hers.
"Tienes raz√≥n. That's right. Naughty little girls get punished." He bent, his lips a fraction of an inch from hers. "Naughty little girls get their little bottoms reddened and then fucked, don't they, querida?"
Her eyelids lowered for just a moment before opening, the desire he loved to see beginning to fill them. "Yes, sir." It was all she had time to say before he took her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance, pressing between soft lips just as his finger continued to press in and out of her ass. A slim arm came up to wrap itself around his neck, fingers sliding through his hair, as she surrendered to him.
Without ever removing his finger, Gabe moved her, her body pliant, trusting him as he settled himself onto his back, her body lying on his, her head towards his feet, her silken hair caressing his stomach and his groin. Her groan as a second finger joined the first to scissor, to begin to stretch her ring of muscle was muffled as his cock was already surrounded by the warmth of her mouth, her tongue licking against his length. Her self-control was absolutely amazing as he began to slap her cheeks, alternating from one to another, his fingers playing, her bottom pinkening as she continued to pleasure him, to suckle deeply as he pushed both his cock and his fingers deeper. He inhaled her scent and lifted his head to swipe his tongue between the slick folds of her sex, her body jerking and her throat vibrating around his cock as she voiced her pleasure the best she could. Her small pearl swelled, her mewls of need sounding as he teased the small bud, lapping in circles around its base but not yet drawing it into his mouth. Instead, his tongue delved back into her sex, tasting her cream as his cock began to swell even further, telling him that it was time to finish warming her rear before he'd claim what was his.
The cracks of his palm against her flesh resounded in the room. Her cheeks jiggled with each swat only to still and clench a moment before relaxing, her hips pressing up to meet his hand and then sinking down to seek the tongue that he continued to fuck her with until he drew back.
"You will come for me, Jewel. Come now," he ordered, giving her two harder swats and then, finally, taking her clit between his lips and suckling hard. She stiffened, her shriek more of a growl, his cockhead's presence not allowing it to escape her throat as her body contracted, holding his fingers trapped in her bottom as she convulsed. It was an amazing sign of her desire to submit that her lips never loosened around his shaft, her tongue continued to lave and lick, her cheeks to hollow in and out as she suckled throughout her implosion. Giving a final swipe of his tongue to soothe the little pearl he'd nipped, he then popped his fingers from her bottom and reached for the small jar of emollient he'd gotten from Dr. Norwood. Once he'd daubed a generous amount onto her bottom-hole, his earlier ministrations assuring that its application deep inside the dark channel was easily completed, he lifted her off him, his move forcing her lips to open... to release him. His grin grew when she gave a soft whine, her lips parting, her head moving forward like a little girl denied her favorite lollipop.
A quick swat to the underside of her buttock changed the whine to a squeal. "Don't be a greedy girl," he teased, repeating the smack to her other sit spot. "On your knees, hands on the rail, legs apart and, this..." he said, running his palm over her ass, "well up." She didn't speak but was quickly in the position ordered, her inner thighs glistening with her arousal, her labia swollen, her glorious bottom a mottled pink and pressed high. Kneeling behind her, Gabe fisted his cock, her oral skills slickening it and yet he took the time to coat his shaft with more of the ointment. He wasn't punishing her despite his earlier teasing. No, this was for pleasure... both his and hers. Settling between her spread knees, he gripped her spanked globes with his fingers, pulling them apart to expose his destination. Pressing forward, his cockhead rested against her dusky pucker for the briefest moment before he gave a thrust of his hips and began to press inside.
"Oh... oh, Gabe," Jewel moaned, her back arching at the pressure required to accept him into her body.
With his cockhead seated, he released her cheeks and bent over her small frame, pressing inch by inch inside, the grip of her velvet walls sliding ever so slowly over his shaft as he went deeper felt incredible. Bent over her back, he placed his lips against her ear. "I love fucking your ass."
He could feel her entire body shudder as he bit her neck, could feel her unconscious resistance falling away, her channel surrendering to him, allowing him to sink balls deep. Gabe continued to nip, kiss, lick, and nibble on her neck and her shoulders as his hands moved beneath her to grasp her breasts, hefting them in his palms, kneading the soft flesh before fingers captured pebbled nipples and began to gently tug, twist and pull until she was moaning, her hips moving in sync with his as his movements quickened, his cock filling her, stretching her then causing her to mewl with its withdrawal only to moan as he sank deep yet again, the heat of her spanked bottom warming his abdomen each time his balls slapped against her splayed, dripping pussy.
"You're going to come with me," he ordered, running the tip of his tongue over the red marks his teeth had just made on her skin. "I want you to come hard. I want to feel your ass milking my cock. Come for me, querida." She gasped, her knuckles white with their grip on the rails, her eyes glazed as she turned to look over her shoulder, her hair tangled and disheveled as she nodded her understanding, her acceptance of his demand. Gabe smiled, lifted himself from her back, raised his hand and crashed it down again and again on her buttocks as he fucked her until her head arched back and she screamed her bliss to the ceiling. The channel that had accepted his cock became a vise, clamping and releasing again and again as her climax roared through her. Gabe gritted his teeth at the combination of pleasure and pain until he could move again, to piston his hips until that magical moment of expectation promising extreme bliss held both his heart and breath frozen for an instant before he fell into the abyss, his seed surging up, swelling his cock further until it jetted from him, filling her bowels again and again.
His breaths came in deep inhalations, expelling onto her skin which was glistening with exertion. Carefully withdrawing from her, he rolled to his back again, pulling her to lay on top of him again but this time with her cheek resting on his chest, her ear pressed above where his heart was beating rapidly. One arm held her across her warm buttocks, the other pressed damp tendrils of hair off her face. Her sigh was one of deep contentment, her body's relaxation against his spoke of pleasure shared. When she turned her face up, her eyes were soft, her smile the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.
"Now, that's what happens to naughty little girls," he said, bending forward to kiss her forehead.
"Hmmm," she purred, her fingertips playing with his nipple. "Shall I apologize in advance by saying that I'm sure I'll need to be reminded again... and again?"
He chuckled, pulled her up until he could kiss her properly and then said, "I'll gladly spend the rest of my life reminding you, querida."
"Good, I love you, Gabriel."
"Te amo, my Juliette." Plundering her mouth one more time, he shifted them, spooning her back to his front, his hand cupping her breast. People spent a lifetime worrying about getting into heaven-he'd stopped thinking about that the moment he met the woman in his arms. After all, why worry about the future when he was already experiencing heaven on Earth?
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Monday, November 14, 2016


A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe?

The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.

Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.

Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?

Publisher's Note: The Gunslinger's Woman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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The town was silent, dead still. Even the sheriff was hiding. Three outlaws were facing Danny, and she knew there would be more somewhere, hiding, waiting for their moment. She stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle her scream as she realised that her gunslinger was about to be killed, right in front of her very eyes, before she even had the chance to marry him. Tommy had his arm around her, protectively, and she leaned back against him, trying to calm her racing heart. She felt safe, knowing her brothers would take care of her, but she was terrified for Danny, knowing that an entire outlaw gang was waiting to kill him.

Tommy’s arms tightened around her at the crack of gunfire. She couldn’t watch, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away, either. She jumped, her whole body shuddering, as the loud crack of the gunshot vibrated through her. She pressed her hands to her eyes, fighting valiantly to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. She knew Danny didn’t stand a chance. He was just one man, against an entire outlaw gang. He was totally alone; she knew that anyone who moved in his defence, would instantly be shot by one of the snipers the Mullins gang had put on the roof of the saloon. Danny would be getting no help. This was one fight he had to win on his own.

Another shot echoed through the town. Terrified, she prised her hands away from her eyes just in time to see a whirlwind of motion. Danny was moving so fast he was a blur. He was running, shooting, somersaulting, then diving for cover behind a water trough. She looked at the street. Two of the outlaws who had faced him off lay dead in the street. The third one fired, his bullet ricocheting off the trough where Danny crouched, hidden. Water spilled out of the hole, turning the dusty street to mud.

She couldn’t look; she covered her eyes again. But after a few seconds of silence she couldn’t help herself. She peeked through the tiny cracks between her fingers. Danny shot from behind the water trough and his bullet hit its marks – the third outlaw fell. But where were the others? Her mind was in a panic. Where were the other outlaws? She wanted to scream, she wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare. She wanted to walk down the aisle of the church on Emmett’s arm to marry her handsome gunslinger, just as she was supposed to be doing, not standing here at the edge of the street waiting, to watch him be killed.

Hairs stood up on the back of her neck. She pulled her eyes away from her face in alarm. What was going on? The outlaw on the roof of the saloon had somehow moved, and was now directly above Danny, a rifle pointing directly on him. It must have been instinct that had him roll away just in time, to new cover behind a barrel, a fraction of a second before the bullet exploded in the water trough, sending droplets of water splashing everywhere, the sun glinting off them like broken glass.

She gasped, turned, and pressed her face into Tommy’s shirt. She couldn’t watch. She couldn’t bear to see Danny killed. Tommy held her, shielding her, keeping her safe. But he couldn’t keep Danny safe. The reality hit her like a wave and shook her, and she stuffed her fingers in her ears in an effort to block out the noise, but when the next pistol shot rang out her whole body shook. Biting her tongue, she stifled a scream, but a terrified, heartbroken, desperate whimper escaped her lips. Another shot, and tears spilled from her eyes. There were just too many of them – Danny couldn’t possibly win.

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Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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Friday, November 11, 2016


Thank you for having me today, Maggie.  BLACKMAILED ends my four book Virginia Bluebloods series with Wes’s story.  I’m so thrilled with the success of this series-readers wonderful comments have made the past year of hard work worth every moment!  All four titles can be read as stand-alone books, but, of course, I recommend reading all four!

BJ, thanks for visiting with us! Can you tell us what you working on right now?
I have just finished an erotic spanking/menage suspense and am starting a Virginia Bluebloods Christmas novella next.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?
Blackmailed was my 20th book!  All of my books contain erotic spanking scenes.

What inspired you to write your first book?
I had been reading spanking erotica for a while and finally got tired of reading the same thing over and over-bratty girl gets punished, complains and cries through spanking then acts up again and again.  I wrote Susie’s Awakening to show the difference between erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking.  Even though I’ve written numerous scenes where the spanking started out as a punishment, it always turns into erotic foreplay, most times surprising my female character with her response to the stimulating pain.

Do you have a specific writing style?
Yes-I include both the male and female character’s points of view when writing, most times in the same scene.  In the ten years I’ve been doing this, I’ve only received 2 negative comments-all other reader & reviewer comments on this style have loved it.

Thanks for sharing, BJ! 

You can see more about BJ's latest, Blackmailed below:


Charlotte Heffington can no more ignore Wes Montgomery's coercion into a short affair than she could forget the erotic experiences he gave her their one night together.  After several exciting, pleasure-filled trysts, she starts questioning whether she would be able to walk away unscathed and accept the future her cousin has mapped out for her or be left to crave the pleasures only Wes could give her.  When Wes turns on her, she’s finally had enough of others manipulating her life and vows to take control of her future.
Wes swore off relationships after a betrayal left him bitter towards women, but he reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who looked completely out of her comfort zone when she walked into a downtown bar one Friday night.  After caving to her inexperienced come-on and his uncharacteristic response, he spends an unforgettable night with her.  A week later, a chance meeting reveals her true identity and he feels taken in all over again.  In a rash move, he blackmails her into an affair that turns the tables on him when he finds himself feeling things for her he’s never felt for another woman.  Hearing she’s engaged shatters his belief in happily ever after again and his angry tirade when he confronts her separates them on a bitter note. 
After learning the truth, Wes tries to make amends, but when that fails, he resorts to drastic, pleasurable means to convince her to give him another chance, but will it be enough?   
Check out these other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series:  Blindsided, book one, Bind Me To You, book two and Surrender To Me, book three.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes including BSDM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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“Did I mention I insist on being in charge?  Like this.”  He took her mouth again, his assault deep and hard, her response quick and eager.  Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed up her smooth thigh until he reached a surprisingly full, soft buttock.  With his mouth glued to hers, he kept her busy with his tongue as he delved inside her panties and lowered them to just below her ass.  Then got her attention with a hard swat on one buttock.
Surprise more than the sudden sting from his slap had Charlotte jerking her head back, the warmth spreading over her cheek matching that covering her face.  “What was that for?” she asked, praying her voice didn’t reveal the shocking pleasure spreading from her tingling butt down to her sheath.
“A little example of what I’ll do if you don’t give me the control I’ll insist on when we get to your room.  Think hard and fast-what the hell is your name?”
She couldn’t help it.  She giggled like a teenager on her first date instead of a grown woman about to have raunchy sex with a complete stranger.  “Charlie,” she told him, liking the sound of her abbreviated name, and liking him, gruff exterior and all.
Pressing the Start button on the elevator panel, he responded with a wry grin tugging the corners of his mouth.  “I’m Wes, and,” he squeezed the buttock he slapped, “if you don’t want those doors to open on your exposed, red ass, I suggest you answer me.  Fast.”
Charlotte could think of only one way to respond to the rough urgency she heard in his voice, the same rough urgency spreading through her, brought on by that stimulating smack and threatening to send her spinning out of control soon.  “Yes, I’m sure.”