I’m delighted to host Renee Rose on Patricia Green Books today. She’s the bestselling author of many books, including Betrothed, Deathless Love and Pleasing the Colonel. Today, she’s introducing her latest release, The Devil of Whiskey Row.
Take it away, Renee…
Thank you, Trish for pimping your blog out to me today. I’m here to prattle on about western brothels, spankings and ruffled panties (not necessarily in that order). My new spanking romance The Devil of Whiskey Row is set in a brothel during the Gold Rush. When Cora, the heroine, takes a position at a different brothel, her eyes are opened to a whole new experience of prostitution. At Daddy Diggs’, the girls are not only disciplined over the knee by their loving but firm manager, but they are fashionable and worldly, dancing the new provocative French dance called the can-can and flashing glimpses of their ruffled panties! The thing that draws her most, though, is the piano. Here’s what happens when she first dares play Daddy Diggs’ piano.
She touched the keys, running a few elementary scales. She plunked out her first basic lesson: “Hot Cross Buns.” Then she explored the notes, trying to play a song her mother used to sing to her. Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…
Her fingers sought the keys, seeking and choosing the notes to cobble together the lullaby. If that mocking bird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Almost, not quite. She tried again. Then again. After several attempts, she’d found the right notes. And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
She closed her eyes, memorizing the location of the keys as she sang softly, picturing her mother, who sang like an angel and was more beautiful than one. The sound of a new chord made her jump and open her eyes. Diggory was sitting beside her on a second stool, next to hers.
“Don’t stop,” he said softly, the fingers of his left hand dancing over the keys in harmony with her simple tune. “Go on, try it again.”
Tension tightened every muscle in her body and heat pricked her skin. Reluctantly, she picked back up with her plucking tune.
“Sing for me,” he urged in a low voice, his head so close to hers she felt his breath in her ear. She wanted to resist, but his voice picked up the words and she was stunned to stillness, surprised he would know her song and that he could render it so tenderly with his deep voice. When he fumbled the words, she corrected, joining in to sing the melody again while he added the rich tapestry of his elaborate counterpoint on the piano, making it sound like the most sophisticated and beautiful song imaginable. His right arm stretched around behind her, adding to her notes on the upper keys as well. She was intensely aware of the warmth of his body, the faint smell of smoke still on his skin, and the muskier, manly smell. She shivered at the feel of his hot breath on her neck. She stopped playing, allowing his notes to take over, singing to his tune, but he stopped, picked up her hand, and replaced it on the keys. His hand was huge and warm where it covered hers and she felt an instinctive desire to capture his fingers between hers and keep his hand there.
The Devil of Whiskey Row:
Forced by miserable circumstance to work in a gold rush brothel, Cora Underhill hates what her life has become. When a fire sweeps through her workplace, she welcomes death as an end to it all. But then Jake Diggory crashes through her window for an unwelcome rescue, offering her shelter and a paid position at his establishment. She accepts, in spite of Jake’s fearsome reputation as ‘The Devil Diggory’, and soon sees another side to Jake–the firm but caring side of him which led his girls to name him ‘Daddy Diggs’.
Life at Daddy Diggs’ is an entirely new experience for Cora. Jake has strict rules which he backs up with over the knee discipline, but he will not tolerate any mistreatment of his girls and he can go from playing beautiful music on a piano to defending them with his bare fists. The strangest thing of all, however, is the fact that every girl at Daddy Diggs’ swears that Jake has never slept with her, or with any other woman for that matter, since his fiancée’s death back in Ireland fifteen years ago.
Cora attempts to emulate the other prostitutes at Daddy Diggs’, who enjoy making money, holding power over men and even the act of sex, but she still finds no pleasure in the company of men–until the day she inadvertently arouses the passion of The Devil Diggory. His fierce lovemaking thaws some frozen part of her, but it seems Jake is only attracted to her because she resembles his dead fiancée. Confused by his new feelings for Cora and guilt over his broken vow of celibacy, Jake pushes Cora away. Can he come to terms with his past and claim Cora for his own, or will his grief keep them apart forever?
Renee Rose, best-selling erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance Betrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be. Visit her blog at http://www.reneeroseromance.com and join the conversation!