The Virgin Madam an #oldwest #historical #lgbt romance

 

The Virgin Madam  (Second Edition)

Girls and Guns, Book 1

By Shiloh Saddler

 

Re-released April 11, 2017

 

Blurb:

After her Papa is murdered by a member of the Fletcher Gang in 1879, Laura Rutherford inherits a brothel in Bitterroot Flats, California a town run by outlaws. She secretly lusts after the working girls in her establishment thinking her urges will prevent her from finding love, and she is destined to live life as the Virgin Madam.

 

When Joe Bascum comes to her brothel asking for a room she is surprised to learn that this young cowboy is actually a woman in disguise and she wants to fulfill her fantasy. But a member of the Fletcher Gang is hunting Joe out for revenge. Will the outlaws prevent them from starting a life together?

 

Price: $1.99
Length: 17,800 words/72 pages

 

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Excerpt:

Time for the can-can show. My heart palpitated in anticipation. Shamelessly I watched the four women file on stage in their long matching red skirts and black stockings. A red feather in their hair.

 

Mr. Wilson finished the intro music. I gave him a small smile and nod before returning my attention to the women. I let out a quiet sigh. They were all beauties. When I was younger, I cried myself to sleep wishing I had their figure; now full grown I had given up on that dream. I wasn’t tall and leggy like Lulu. I wasn’t as curvy as Rose. I didn’t have Amanda’s fiery red hair or Delilah’s flawless complexion. I was just average.

 

The black silk chokers around their necks helped draw attention to their faces and lower to their breasts. The ladies grabbed their skirts and walked to the edge of the stage, swishing their petticoats suggestively and showing off their white bloomers. Many men let out cheers or said lewd comments. Ash rushed in and grabbed a seat. He leaned back in his chair put two fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle. Like me, he caught as many performances as he could. The bastard had become a regular fixture in Bitterroot Flats, easily partaking in the entitlements. Including murder. He must have had a past with Fletcher. Done jobs together, maybe even served time together.

 

I had to put up with him. But I didn’t have to pretend to like him. I seared his back with a fiery stare, hoping he could feel my anger.

 

I wish I never had to see Ash again. I wish I had the power to ban him from the Honey Ranch. The power to keep him from Amanda would be some satisfaction, but the Fletcher Gang owned the town. Ash could do whatever he damn well pleased and I was powerless to stop him.

 

I exhaled slowly. Ash wasn’t going to spoil the show for me. I focused on the women, their every seductive move. The dancers turned around in place before prancing around the stage in a small circle, flashing the gentlemen big smiles. Their faces, heavily painted with rouge and lip paint, glowed under the stage’s lighting. A thrill zipped through me when they formed a line again and started their high kicks. Some of the men clapped, keeping time with the music. Others tapped their empty beer glasses on the tables. The rowdy atmosphere didn’t bother me anymore. The scent of beer and whiskey wafted through the air, mixing with the smell of sweat, horses, and the honeysuckle perfume the ladies wore. I easily tuned out the men, my attention narrowing to the women working the stage as if their lives depended on it. How they managed to dance so well in those high-heeled black boots I’d never know. They helped show off their legs, though. And I could drool over all those legs. Heat and desire burning in my belly, I hoped no one could read my dirty thoughts.

 

The women continued playing with their skirts, bending forward and then slowly pulling their skirts back to reveal their stockings a little at a time. They were all such a tease, enticing the men. And me as well. When they turned around and pulled their skirts over their head to show off their behinds, I clenched my thighs together, my drawers dampening.

 

Oooh. This was a good show. The ladies were sure to each land a client, beckoning a man to their rooms after the dance. How many times had I wished it would be me? Whoever heard of a woman servicing another woman at a whorehouse? Whoever heard of a woman wanting to lie with another woman?

 

 

Guest Post Info

 

What inspired you to write The Virgin Madam?

 

I have a history degree, so when I began writing romance I naturally gravitated toward the historical genre. I was disappointed to see there were very few F/F historicals available. So I decided it was time for me to write my own. The Virgin Madam was my first published lesbian romance, and I am excited that is finally being re-released.

 

I grew up watching westerns my favorite being Gunsmoke. Maybe that was why the first F/F idea I got involved a cowgirl and a madam. Laura and Josephine both came to me as fully formed characters. Laura inherits a brothel after her Papa is murdered. She thought she’d be trapped in Bitterroot Flats and lonely for the rest of her life until the tomboy Josephine struts into her life and wants to make her fantasies come true.

 

 

Lesbians in the Wild West

 

Today it isn’t unusual in the United States for a woman to be married to another woman, or for a woman to be with another woman as a life partner. Gay rights have come a long way, and yes there is still a long way to go.

 

The Virgin Madam takes place in Bitterroot Flats, California in 1879. During this time it was definitely considered sinful to have intimate relations with the same sex and there were many laws on the books making it a crime.

 

Laura Rutherford inherits her papa’s brothel after he is murdered. Becoming the madam makes controlling her urges for the working women even more difficult. She fights these thoughts and thinks she is a freak until she meets Josephine “Joe” Bascum who shares who desire to share her life with another woman.

 

Josephine “Joe” Bascum dresses like a cowboy and has lived many years of her life as a man. I’ve read many historical accounts where one of the ladies has a boyish frame and parades around town with a woman on her arm. It is the only safe way Joe can be with a woman and it fit her tomboy personality well. From their first meeting, she wants to get Laura to come out of her shell and accept who she is. But will that acceptance lead to a future together?

 

 

Author Bio and Links

 

Shiloh Saddler is primarily a GLBT Erotic Romance author. Her favorite genre is historical romance. She likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

 

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3 New #GLBT Tuesday Teasers from Sexy to Go #Gay Romance

From:

Styx and Stone by Leigh Ellwood:

 

After a sleep break and a leisurely sit with a hot coffee—we have it here, no worries—I emerged from my cabin to find him, tall, dark-haired, and brooding handsome face covered in stubble, leaning against the ticket booth with his arms folded and ankles crossed. He only needed a leather jacket and lit cigarette to complete the tough-guy aura, but when I neared in my blue tank top, cargo shorts, and flip flops he turned into a whiner and ruined the whole image.

“Finally.” He huffed and pushed away from the booth. “I’ve been waiting forever for somebody to help me.”

“Of course you have. This is forever and it’s also never. Keep your jocks on.” Or not. I’m good either way, and when he stomped away a few feet to release his frustration I admired how that fine ass filled his jeans. I thought of filling it with my hard cock and let a sigh of disappointment sag me. There’s no rule against the departed hanging out on my side of the river for any length of…well, you know, but once I dock at the other end everybody’s hot to see what the afterlife offers.

Stone Herron struck me as just that type, eager to get on with eternity. I consulted the roster as his listing surfaced. Mid-thirties, otherwise healthy, single. Standing in the wrong spot when something conked him on the head.

I tsked and tore off his ticket from the dispenser. “Sucky business, dude. Looks like you weren’t finished in the mortal world yet.”

He rubbed the back of his scalp, presumably where the hard falling object had made contact. “I was at a protest rally. They’d just struck down the same-sex marriage ban and some assholes decided to picket downtown. We only went to counter peacefully, and somebody apparently packed bricks. Who the fuck throws a brick into a crowd of people?”

 

From:

First Swallow of Spring by Asta Idonea

He became aware of the sound of laughter and music. Something prodded him in the ribs, and he opened his eyes to find several beaming faces peering down at him. The owners of those faces chattered amongst themselves.

“He came again, the handsome boy.”

“Our lord will be well pleased.”

“Is he ready to dance with us?”

“Seanán will be dancing with none but me.” The words were softly spoken, yet the tone brooked no argument, and at this utterance, the others scurried away and a new figure stepped into view.

A wave of contentment flooded through Seanán. “Iorweth.” He accepted Iorweth’s proffered hand, and Iorweth pulled him to his feet as if he weighed nothing. He gazed up at the regal figure. “I have missed you.”

“And I you. Shall we dance?”

Iorweth swept Seanán into his arms and they spun toward the edge of the clearing. The others made room for them and they joined the chain, circling the stone in a dance of pure delight. The music came from no discernible source, but it filled the air, bright and bell-like, and between its magical refrains, the fae laughed, clapped, and cavorted in the moonlight.

 

 

From:

How Hercules Got His Bruise by Eva Lefoy

Sisyphus’ eyes flew wide seconds before he opened his mouth and screamed, “Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!” Each hoarse shout rang louder than the last as his body went rigid and arched like a bow, his cock notched like an arrow in Hercules’ firm hand. So much seed sprayed from Sisyphus’ shaft that Hercules’ belly and chest were coated, yet still more flowed. With a cry of astonishment, Hercules sank to his knees, intent on tasting the proof of Sisyphus’ desire. When Hercules’ tongue dredged through the salty white fluid pouring out the tip, a zap as sharp as one of Zeus’ thunderbolts hit him. Momentarily stunned, he looked up at Sisyphus’ ecstatic face and found him gazing lovingly down at Hercules. His heart lurched. Damn if that wasn’t one of Eros’ arrows that had hit me. For as Sisyphus gazed upon him, Hercules knew he’d do anything to keep him as his lover. To hell with Zeus’ punishment. I need this. I need him.

“Sisyphus,” he whispered hoarsely as he stood. Once upright, he pulled the man to him so they touched waist to waist, thighs pressed against thighs. He groaned at the contact, and so did Sisyphus. The sound rushed desire through Hercules, flaring brighter than before. How was this possible to feel such arousal for a man? His urge to claim Sisyphus as his lover grew by the second.

The man caressed Hercules’ swollen lips with a look of admiration and need that would have made Aphrodite weep with jealousy. “My hero. Did I service you properly? It was my first time.”

He laughed with relief. “Yours too? I have never been with a man before either.” He stroked Sisyphus’ tan cheek and firm jaw, memorizing the curves as though they were his own. “But I could continue our activities all day.”

At the word “day,” Sisyphus turned his gaze to the sun and frowned. “Oh, no. It is late afternoon. The sun will set soon. I must get back to work or I shall never finish.”

Hercules frowned as his lover stepped out of his arms and headed toward the giant rock. After experiencing such selfless idolization, Sisyphus’ abrupt about-face stung. How dare he? And yet, he understood the man’s one-track determination better than most. All he had to do was distract him, lure him away from that damn rock and back into his arms!

 

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Let’s talk #spanking #GLBT style!

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M/F pairings

Noisy Neighbor by Jocelyn Dex

When Ali confronts her noisy neighbor, tensions rise and things get heated…

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When a business man can’t get his sexy acquisitions specialist out of his head, he must have her in his bed and at his mercy. Can she let go of her hard won power long enough to relax and give him the control he craves?

Clockwork Dom by Shiloh Saddler

A lost succubus arrives in an incubus’s den who has a taste for pain and discovers his mechanical and steam powered playroom. If she is to feast upon the sexual essence of the humans in his stable she must play along too.

The First Time by Daisy Banks

Pam discovers all her hopes of happiness may come true as long as she can live with what she’s asked for. Mike’s has plans for their future if things work out right. This is his woman, his one, and she’s asked him for everything he’s longed to give her.

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Fresh from her visit to Utai, human explorer and thrill-seeker, Prishka, boards an intergalactic shuttle bound for Talu Prime. Though she’ll spend much of the 16-month voyage in stasis, a sexy telepathic passenger promises her Deep Sleep will be anything but boring…

GLBT pairings

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After messing up in a big way, Allison Chen attempts to bribe her lover with a box of cupcakes. Felicity has a far more delicious form of restitution in mind—one involving a crop, camera, and vibrating toy.

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Rumor Wasted and Bomb’Shell Blue enjoy some hardcore competition on the Roller Derby track, but when the rivalry goes too far, one of these high-flying athletes will lose more than the match.

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Born sickly, Thomas led a sheltered life. One fateful day Yankees burn his mansion, he is cursed, and all the slaves leave except for the blacksmith. The blacksmith wants to help him become a stronger man. Can he endure the painful lessons or will he break?

Excerpt: The Naughty Secretary by Landra Graf

 

“Face the front of the chair toward the window. Then strip.” Typically Kim liked to remove his clothes for him. Something about touching his body, driving his arousal to a fever pitch, but tonight he was being punished.

“No touching tonight?”

“I’m not feeling generous, no,” his Dom replied removing his jacket and laying it across Benji’s desk.

Once Benji’s clothes were off, he climbed into the chair and watched. He liked to watch, almost as much as he liked to partake. Little details heightened his anticipation, made him not as good at being a sub, but so far he’d never had the urge to turn the tables. Being a dominant required the desire to give pleasure; Benji enjoyed taking it far too much.

Kim rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, the movement revealing more of his black arm hair. The action made him look like a gangster, someone dangerous. Benji found himself more eager than normal. The tension in the air, the wave of electricity signaled something devious. Damn, if it wouldn’t happen now.

Kim faced away from him, messing with something in his suitcase once more. When he turned, metal gleamed in his hand, thanks to the reflecting light from Benji’s desk lamp. “I found this in a shop in Cali; a little hole-in-the-wall naughty store where people can get their rocks off watching pornos in booths.”

His Dom unearthed a bottle of lube from his trouser pockets and stalked over to the chair. The end of the hook, an eight-inch piece of metal angled and designed to insert into a hole, brushed his cheek, the two inch diameter ball at the end cool and cold to the touch. To the naked eye, someone could’ve mistaken this for a vibrator with a curved end, but Benji couldn’t see any place for batteries. Lord, did he wish they were at his place or Kim’s; anywhere with full access to all their toys and ropes.

“When I looked at it, I knew its perfect place was in your ass.” Kim circled around him, opening the bottle of lube as he went. The first drops that hit his lower back were cold and trailed a tingling path between his cheeks and around his anus. As the liquid traveled lower, he realized the chair would suffer for this.

“Can you put my shirt down over the chair?”

Kim chuckled. “I don’t think so. Whatever consequences you suffer for tonight you deserve them. In fact, I’ll be sad I won’t get to see the cleaning crew’s faces when they look at this chair after we’re done with it.”

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