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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Let’s talk #spanking #scifi style!

How many of you made a New Year’s resolution to read my spanking stories? Raise your hands. Let’s see some support for the fine art of domestic discipline! 🙂

Well let me make it easier for you to stick to your goals. If you aren’t familiar with Sexy to Go, check out this boxed set:

Sexy to Go Spanking

 

There are plenty of first-time spankers and spankees in these stories – folks that discover that little added zing they were always missing in their sex life. Others spank for fun or go big and go Dom. The set also includes some mysterious sci-fi spanking (think tentacles) and some same-sex spanking fun, too. Don’t miss out!

9 stories of spanking delight to add to your bookshelf of favorite naughty reads!

Sexy to Go Spanking edition includes:

M/F pairings

The Naughty Secretary by Landra Graf

Benji had Friday night plans with his Dom, until his boss made him work late. So what happens when the Dom shows up at the office? All manner of naughty things.

Noisy Neighbor by Jocelyn Dex

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

Mergers & Acquisitions by Sorcha Mowbray

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.

Deep Sleep by Eva Lefoy

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

Just Desserts by Tara Quan

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.

Double Trouble by Louisa Bacio

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.

Teaching Thomas by Shiloh Saddler

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: Deep Sleep by Eva Lefoy

 

Punishment.” He whispered the word and it floated between us, heating my face until it felt molten.

I struggled to speak as my panties dampened. “Um… what makes you think I want that?”

Zarack’s smile grew wider. “You do realize we’re a telepathic race?”

Memory slapped me across the cheek. Of course. How could I have forgotten such basic research? The Zantarians weren’t telepathic congenitally, but they acquired the technique very young through long years of education. Rumor had it they spent at least a decade in deep, communal sleep during their childhood, probably perfecting their mind-reading abilities. As Zarack was no infant, one could only suppose he had mastered his mind-walking long ago. I shifted in my seat and swallowed. Oh boy. During all those sultry glances he must have doing some serious strolling through the recesses of my grey matter. The idea rattled but also enticed me. “So you’ve been reading my mind while we’ve been sitting here chatting? Picking up all my dirty thoughts?”

He gave a hushed chuckle. “Prishka, it hardly requires mind reading to figure out your needs.” His fingers traced from kneecap up my thigh with light pressure. “You do broadcast your desires rather clearly.”

Zarack started to hum as he caressed me and the sound vibrated up my leg and then through my entire body until every part thrummed in tune with his song. As it went on I entered a different state, almost like stasis, except more conscious – like being dropped into the most majestic whirlpool on the lushest, serenest planet with my senses overflowing. Giving in to the fantasy, my eyelids lowered of their own accord as I sank into the moon-lit clear blue water. “Mmmm.”

“Yes. That’s it.” Zarack resumed his humming, creating an invisible cocoon around the two of us, as though we were the only passengers in the crowded canteen. My head swam, floating on the connection between us growing stronger by the moment and Zarack’s half-naked body coming closer to me every second. The heat from his face radiated over my cheeks, his warm breath tickled my lips. Then, his presence seemed to dissipate into a fine mist and surround me with his undeniably sexy essence. Everywhere the mist touched me I burned for him.

My heart and respiration sped as I desperately sought his mouth, needing to quench this scorching desire. I was on fire and though surrounded by water I needed his touch. I arched toward him, my lips parted to taste of him. I needed to drink him into my being, have him fill every pore to ease this ache his vibrating song teased through me.

Finally his mouth hovered over mine, just a hair’s breadth from the finish line. “Zarack.” I moaned his name breathlessly, both utterly compelled and frustrated by his too-slow approach.

“Prishka,” he whispered, his supple lips whispering against mine. When he finally pressed his mouth to mine and held it, I all but came apart with a shuddering groan.

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Incubus can’t keep his hands off 2 women in #Halloween #menage #shifter by @shilohsaddler

Having an incubus for a boss can present some real challenges. Especially when every night is a party night at the club! But this Halloween, it’s going to be different. Mr. hot and sexy steps out of his box and gets down and dirty on the desk with his employee and her shifter friend. Something tells me it won’t be the only time these three get together….

Here’s more about it:

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Shifting Sensations by Shiloh Saddler

The Halloween bash at the Shifting Sensations nightclub is the paranormal event of the year. Incubus nightclub owner Ruger is on the prowl for two playmates to liven his evening — dare he allow one to be his employee?

 

Excerpt:

 

The evening roared on autopilot until the shifter pole dancing competition. His mouth dropped open when Daniella climbed up on the stage and straddled that pole between her legs. He ran his fingers through his hair, eyes glued to her as she twirled and rocked showing off all her curves. Spinning up the pole she turned upside down her mane of blonde hair flowing. She was making love to that pole and he was jealous. Her dress rode up her thighs leaving little to the imagination. Underneath her dress she wore a G-string.

As the judge of the shifter pole dancing contest Daniella would win hands down. A wickedly fun idea crossed his mind. He hadn’t publicized what the prize would be. When the crowd roared at the end of her dance he no longer worried about being accused of favoritism. The whole club agreed that Daniella had won.

Breathing hard, her chest heaved as she left the stage. Hurrying up the steps, he almost grabbed her as he passed. There was no need for her to walk all the way down and then come up again. Though, he didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone.  He was a very private man.

“Let’s give all the lovely ladies who danced for us a Halloween howl.” He cupped his hands around his mouth and howled along with all the patrons. “This year’s dance winner is not a werewolf.” This elicited some boos as he knew it would. “Daniella Stapleton, please come up the stage and take a bow.”

Daniella’s eyes widened and she placed a hand on her chest. “I won?”

“Yes.” He waved for her to come back up on stage.

She hurried to claim the spotlight, grinning. “I will award Miss Stapleton her prize privately as I accidentally left it in my office.” Some of the audience booed but he cared less. “Please give our winner another round of applause.” They clapped, cheered, and howled again. “Now that concludes tonight’s special entertainment. The Halloween party will continue till closing so please enjoy yourselves.”

Taking Daniella’s arm he escorted her off the stage. “I think that was the best performance we’ve ever had at the nightclub.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

He led her to his office, unspelled the door, and allowed her to enter first. After she had seated herself in the large black office chair, he peeked his head out of the door and called for Aubrey.

Tonight could either go terribly wrong or terribly right.

 

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Will she become the #vampire’s consort? #halloween @HaleyWhitehall Sexy to go!

Vampires have a curious history that varies from country to country. In the United States, I’ve read many stories whey they’ve appeared in the Old West. There’s something romantic about vampires and carriages, old fashioned sitting rooms, brocade drapes and smoking jackets. They just seem to fit right in! In Haley’s story, a vampire is the last chance to save a woman who’s dying – if she’ll agree to become his consort!

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Vampire Consort by Haley Whitehall

Mary only has months to live. Her doctor gives her an option: prepare her funeral or agree to an arranged marriage with his vampire son.

Excerpt:

 

“Kneel down my dear,” the vampire in charge ordered.

Heart thumping wildly, she did so and for the first time noticed the cold heat radiating from Logan. She struggled to remain kneeling upright occasionally supporting herself with one hand on the carpet.

The officiant took the silk rope off from around his neck and silently bound her right wrist and his left wrist so that they were tied together.

“Do you Paul Vincent Briar take this woman Mary Louise Mosley to be your consort from this day forward? Do you promise to honor and cherish her and offer your life blood for her substance?”

“I do.”

Logan’s gentle voice surprised her. He acted like he was nervous.

“Do you Mary Louise Mosley take this vampire Logan Vincent Briar to be your mate from this day forward? Do you promise to honor and cherish him and offer your life blood for his sustenance?”

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. Life blood. “I do.”

“Please exchange blood in front of all these gathered witnesses to seal your union from now until eternity.”

Mary’s eyes widened and she stared up at the nameless vampire in charge. Logan was going to suck her blood now?

 

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