His Sapphire by Maggie Chase

As Sapphire, Sadie knows the judge’s type. He longs to be in control—and she longs to surrender it. But Gerard is afraid of hurting her—and more afraid of what he might become if he gives into his desires. Can Sadie show him there’s nothing to fear from a little pain?

SKU: B01MQVFULL Category: Erotica Tags: BDSM, D/s, erotica, His Sapphire, historical, Maggie Chase, May/December romance, western

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Who is Maggie Chase? Writer, reader, crafter—Maggie has told a lot of different stories a lot of different ways, but the Jeweled Ladies series marks her first foray into historical western erotica. Maggie passionately believe that every single person deserves their own happily-ever-after and her stories reflect that hope on the page. Sign up for her new-release newsletter at http://bit.ly/maggiechasenews to get the latest on her sexy cowboys, Jeweled Ladies and tough lawmen!

What inspired you to write your book?

I read Victoria Dahl’s Harlot and I loved it–but I wished there’d been more harlots! I started thinking about all the ways soiled doves were loved and hated back in the Old West, and how they held a particular position of power outside of the normal avenues of female empowerment and suddenly, I had a full-fledged series about the finest brothel west of the Mississippi–the Jeweled Ladies! His Sapphire is the 4th book in the series. Judge Gerard Hobson had been the nemesis in the first three books and he’s a hard, controlling man. But he’s hiding a deep secret–his need for control is almost overwhelming. It’s only when he meets Miss Sapphire Bleu that he finds there’s a woman who’s not only not afraid of him and his darkness, but she embraces it–and him. It seemed only natural that a man who’s controlled his desires for so long would have to be instructed on how to actually dominate a woman, so His Sapphire is the story of Judge Hobson learning how to dominate a very, very willing sub.

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“The ladies are here,” Mr. Titus said. He made a motion as if he were going to shove Mistress and Sadie into the room, but Mistress neatly sidestepped him and pulled Sadie along after her.
“Thank you, Mr. Titus,” she said in that haughty voice again. “You may go. And please close the door behind you. That’s a good boy.”
Sadie had to hide her smile behind her hand. Mistress was treating Mr. Titus like he was a lapdog.
Hobson had not looked up before this moment, but when he did, he focused directly on Sadie. A chill passed over her as his gaze bore into her. It took all of her self-control not to shiver. But she had prodigious control over her body and its reactions.
“Who is she?” he sneered.
“I promised Mr. Titus you would not be mad at him when I insisted upon bringing Miss Sapphire Bleu along with me.” Mistress released her arm and gracefully lowered herself into one of the two chairs before the judge’s desk. Clearly, the woman was not intimidated by the judge.
Sadie couldn’t say the same thing, though. She knew who he was, of course. Everyone in this town knew who Judge Gerard Hobson was. He ruled from his bench like a king from on high. He was moral and righteous and upstanding and he detested – detested – anything that reeked of sin and impropriety.
And there were few things that he detested more than the Jeweled Ladies or Mistress. Closing down the brothels and regulating the saloons was one of the key things he had campaigned on.
If Sadie could’ve voted, she would’ve voted against him.
Thankfully, Judge Hobson had lost. While publicly, Mayor Raymond Dupree was not an advocate for the brothels, he had married one of Mistress’s finest Jewels, Miss Emerald Green—now Mrs. Emmeline Dupree. That connection had afforded a certain measure of security about the status of the Jeweled Ladies within the town of Brimstone.
“This conversation is meant for your ears only, madam,” Judge Hobson said in a chillingly cold voice. “If I wanted a whore, I would’ve asked for one.”
Mistress let this statement hanging in the air for a moment. Then, without replying directly, she said “Sapphire, darling, do take a seat.”
Hobson fixed her with a hard glare and although she wanted to do as Mistress said, she found she couldn’t. This was his office and his chair. She stood until he sighed and said, “Sit.”