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Birthday Bride: Vegas Brides Trilogy, Book 1

By: Marie Pinkerton
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: � 2013 by Blushing Books and Marie Pinkerton
4 chapters / 15,800 words
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Abby Sandborn went to her friend's Las Vegas bachelorette party unmarried, a virgin, and having never been spanked. She certainly didn't anticipate being tricked via alcohol and exhaustion into signing a marriage license, especially to handsome soldier Mark Friedman.

Never in her wildest dreams would she expect to be driven home afterwards by her new husband, her thoughts alternating between wanting to be back in bed with him and being back over his knee. And there surely was no way she'd ever have to face the decision of seeking a quickie divorce to follow her quickie marriage, or spend the rest of her life with a man who would gladly up-end her.

�I�m hiring a prostitute,� my friend and fellow bridesmaid, Glennys, announced to the table, loud enough for the men at the next table to glance over. I hid my head in my hands, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. Or better yet, Glennys.

�Guy or girl?� the bride, Jackie, had the audacity to ask.

�Guy, of course. Think I can request one with big hands? And rock hard thighs?�

My hands weren�t big enough to hide behind. The empty pitcher of margaritas became my salvation, and I grabbed it and headed through the crowd towards the bar.

Glennys�s announcement failed to surprise me. She�d always been vocal to us about liking to be spanked, and she dumped her previous boyfriend for refusing to bend her over his knee. �Her butt�s been itching for it,� for months, Glennys said, on the drive over from southern California. Since prostitutes were legal in Nevada, I could get behind her desire to hire someone to spank her. However, I didn�t understand the itching.

My butt tingled.

I admit it� all of Glennys� chatter the past few years had sparked an interest with me. I listened to her descriptions of sessions with a bare hand, or a wooden hairbrush, with baited breath, wishing I could take her place over the back of the couch. Or strong, muscular thighs. Or park bench, although I�d prefer a less-trafficked hiking path. She probably gave the Boy Scouts that walked up on them wet dreams for months afterwards.

Her frank speaking didn�t embarrass me. Okay, yes, I blushed when she spoke of her rear end matching her new red silk thong. I�d spent enough time around her and others with no filter on their mouths to get too worked up about people talking about sex and kinks around me. No, I was afraid she�d discover my shared interest. She was the extrovert in our group of friends. Glennys thrived on being the naughty college librarian. I was the more sedate�bland, some exes had said�admissions counselor. I liked being bland. Vanilla was the most popular ice cream flavor for a reason. With vanilla, and me, you know what you�re getting. No surprises. My fantasies could stay safely in my head until I was married, and then they�d be shared with my husband, not everyone within hearing distance. Unless I was spanked somewhere with thin walls� or the aforementioned hiking path.

�Refill, please,� I told the hotel bartender, really needing the slushy beverage, and put the empty pitcher on the oak bar. I couldn�t help but admire the brass rail that surrounded it while I waited. Hmm, that would provide good elevation, I mused, angling the hips up. My thoughts went back in time....

�You�re my wife now, you will not be a dancing girl showing your wares to everyone in the saloon,� the man scolded Abigail, shaking the woman dressed in the revealing saloon dress. �If you ever get the desire to exhibit yourself again, hopefully you�ll remember your lesson.�

Abigail looked at her handsome cowboy� the man in my daydream switched outfits as my fantasy changed� husband, confusion debating with love and trust on her face. �What lesson?�

�This one!� He grabbed Abigail by her exquisitely narrow waist, which didn�t even require a corset, and threw her up on the bar. Her petticoats�was that the historically accurate term� or maybe that just from the Halloween costume that Glennys wore last year�remained full, not allowing her skirt, or a single petticoat to provide protection from the impending spanking� or from watching eyes.

�But sir! I�ll behave, I promise!� Abigail�s plea fell flat on perfectly shaped, wonderfully proportioned ears. She didn�t dare point out to her new husband, the one true love of her life, that he was showing more of her skin to the saloon�s inhabitants than she ever did. She may not have had formal schooling, but it didn�t take no book learnin� to know her husband would switch from his bare hand to his thick leather belt at any hint of sass.

�You will when I�m done with you!� The gorgeous man�looking suspiciously like one of the men staring at me from the next table over�proclaimed. The gleaming brass rod on the wooden bar elevated Abigail�s buttocks, which was framed perfectly by her garter straps, putting her sit-spot directly in the path of her husband�s outstretched arm. The arm came back, drawing up steam for a hefty whallop�

�Sorry,� the guy next to me apologized as he jostled my shoulder trying to reach the bar through the crowd.

My eyes closed and I took a deep breath, bringing myself back out of my erotic daydream. If I kept this up, I would be just like Glennys!

�Thirsty?� I laughed on opening my eyes, looking at the two empty beer pitchers he clunked on to the bar.

He shot me a glance and chuckled. �Five soldiers. One pitcher goes too quick.� I recognized him from the next table over, and forced myself to keep breathing. It was the husband from my daydream! Forget being a cowboy, military was so much better.

The bartender returned with my margaritas and I handed over my credit card. �ID, please?� he asked. �Sorry, we�ve had a rash of identity theft. It�s not that I�m carding you.�

�I�d rather you lie and say I look twenty-one,� I responded with a smile, giving him my driver�s license.

He didn�t comment on my appearance, darn him. �Hey, happy birthday,� he said, handing the cards back.

�It�s your birthday?� Glennys squealed, reaching over me for the pitcher.

Great, just great. I disappear into a daydream and Glennys walks up behind me looking for alcohol.

�Happy birthday,� military man whispered in my ear as I walked by, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine straight to my butt, which started tingling. I imagined his hands were as rough as his voice. Surely, since he was a soldier, he was used to working with his hands. Those nice, big hands, with long, slender fingers, that could probably palm even my larger rear end. I saw their size when he dropped the pitchers off. Then I watched him heft the full ones like they were feathers. Oooh, I wonder what he could do with feathers, just tickling my bum lightly with them. Just the thought rekindled the tinglies.

Glennys beat me back to the table. With my luck, they would greet me back with a rousing verse of �Happy Birthday.�

However, the skeevy waiter who sucked at serving our table (the other reason I went to get my own refill), now perched in my chair.

�Come here,� he ordered with a leer, patting his lap.

�No thanks, I�ll stand.� I started to reach for the pitcher Glennys had put on the table, but changed my mind. With the way the evening was going, my two glasses would be enough. I might fantasize about the soldier in current times, and not throw us back to the Old West. That would be dangerous.

Skeevy Waiter took advantage of my outstretched arm, and grabbed it in a grip tight enough to bruise. �No!� I shouted over the crowd noise, loud enough to catch the attention of nearby tables. Loud enough to get the attention of Military Man and his buddies, just in time for them to look over to see me pulled over Skeevy Waiter�s lap unceremoniously. Now I fully knew how embarrassed the Saloon-Girl me should have felt! My skirt was knee length, but the force of Skeevy Waiter�s pull had flipped it up, showing my Victoria�s Secret cotton panties caught on one cheek.



Damn it. I should have picked that wedgie.

The waiter let go of my arm to try to keep me from wiggling off. I brought my left arm down alongside my body and a sharp jab in his junk did the trick. He pushed me off onto the floor. A hand barely made it to slide between my head and the very hard, and much stickier than I wanted to think about, floor. Military Man helped me up, and stuck his body between mine and the hunched over waiter. I took advantage of the soldier in front of me, adjusted my undies, and smoothed my skirt back down. Yeah, I was ready for the floor to swallow me up still.

�Abby was supposed to get a Birthday spanking,� Glennys said, pouting.

Oh really? Maybe next time she could fill me in on that plan? And possibly choose someone less icky!

�She said no,� my soldier said firmly, glaring at the waiter until he limped away, with a glare over at Glennys for instigating the whole situation, just for good measure.

�You okay?� My soldier�s gaze ran up and down my body, and heat pooled in various parts of my anatomy as he did so.

�Other than my pride, I�m fine.� My head was pounding from adrenaline and margaritas, and I gladly sunk into the vacated seat. I put my head down on my arms against the table and ignored the chatter and moving chairs around me. What was Glennys thinking? Just because she wanted to be spanked, and even spanked publicly (there was a club she had mentioned once), didn�t mean that others liked public humiliation. Yeah, I didn�t mind the concept of a birthday spanking. I had been the recipient of one several times growing up. But in public, with strangers watching me? That might titillate Glennys, but not me. When I got spanked in real life and not my daydreams�and for me it was a when, not if � it would be in private. Like, in a bedroom. And after I was married. �The only person touching my butt will be my husband.�

�Good to know,� I heard rumble next to me.

Oh my God. Military man was still here� and eavesdropping on me talking to myself! I lifted my head up, and gave him a weak smile. �I�m not normally like this.�
Cassie on 09/24/2013 12:54pm
Kind of cute, but not much more than that. I’m all for fantasy, but the set-up here is a bit preposterous. Twenty-nine year old virgin in Vegas for a bachelorette party gets set up by a friend to ‘accidentally’ get married. Hmm. Not really sure how that works - I mean, even if you’re really tired, and you put your name down in the wrong place thinking you’re signing as a witness (which is what these characters do, tricked by a conspiring friend), what about the part when they ask ‘so-and-so, do you take so-and-so to be your lawfully wedded spouse’? No matter the confusion of the ceremony, don’t you kind of get a tip-off at that point? And for someone who takes commitment so seriously (or else why did she wait to get married to have sex?), the heroine goes along with the whole thing pretty easily. Just didn’t ever believe in any of it enough to get really involved in the story.
Cassie on 09/24/2013 12:54pm
Kind of cute, but not much more than that. I۪m all for fantasy, but the set-up here is a bit preposterous. Twenty-nine year old virgin in Vegas for a bachelorette party gets set up by a friend to accidentally۪ get married. Hmm. Not really sure how that works - I mean, even if you۪re really tired, and you put your name down in the wrong place thinking you۪re signing as a witness (which is what these characters do, tricked by a conspiring friend), what about the part when they ask so-and-so, do you take so-and-so to be your lawfully wedded spouse۪? No matter the confusion of the ceremony, don۪t you kind of get a tip-off at that point? And for someone who takes commitment so seriously (or else why did she wait to get married to have sex?), the heroine goes along with the whole thing pretty easily. Just didn۪t ever believe in any of it enough to get really involved in the story.
Andrea on 08/26/2013 04:11pm
I thought Birthday Girl was a very sweet book. I loved Abby and Mark. They were an incredibly cute couple. They had great chemistry and it was fun reading about how they ended up married and how they dealt with it. I knew when I first saw it that I absolutely had to read it. The book description didn't disappoint. I'm very curious to know if there will be any books about the other characters in this book and if yes about who will they be.
Andrea on 08/26/2013 04:11pm
I thought Birthday Girl was a very sweet book. I loved Abby and Mark. They were an incredibly cute couple. They had great chemistry and it was fun reading about how they ended up married and how they dealt with it. I knew when I first saw it that I absolutely had to read it. The book description didn't disappoint. I'm very curious to know if there will be any books about the other characters in this book and if yes about who will they be.
Alicia on 06/23/2013 11:35am
Cute but short story abbout two people who get tricked into getting married. They find out they have more in common than they knew and end up with a nice HEA.
Alicia on 06/23/2013 11:35am
Cute but short story abbout two people who get tricked into getting married. They find out they have more in common than they knew and end up with a nice HEA.
Merna on 06/09/2013 08:01pm
Very cute story about a couple of strangers that end up married by sneakery from her friend. Both have strong feelings about marriage and find each other attractive, so they decide to get to know each before making a permanent decision about the marriage. Along the way, they also discover they both enjoy spanking. Nice read.
Merna on 06/09/2013 08:01pm
Very cute story about a couple of strangers that end up married by sneakery from her friend. Both have strong feelings about marriage and find each other attractive, so they decide to get to know each before making a permanent decision about the marriage. Along the way, they also discover they both enjoy spanking. Nice read.
Stacy on 06/07/2013 06:44pm
Good story, but I wish it were longer. I liked how Abby and Mark met, but I would have liked to get more into their relationship as a married couple away from Vegas.
Stacy on 06/07/2013 06:44pm
Good story, but I wish it were longer. I liked how Abby and Mark met, but I would have liked to get more into their relationship as a married couple away from Vegas.
Evelyn on 06/01/2013 06:05am
Very very good story with wonderful characters that you really fall in love with. Wish it had been longerr but hopefully we will see more of this couple in a sequel in the future,.
Evelyn on 06/01/2013 06:05am
Very very good story with wonderful characters that you really fall in love with. Wish it had been longerr but hopefully we will see more of this couple in a sequel in the future,.
anon on 05/31/2013 05:27pm
An absolutely delightful story. Every marriage should be so lucky to begin this way. Abbey and Mark are lighthearted people quickly falling in love and not fighting it too hard. I so thoroughly enjoyed my time with story. It's definitely a feel good experience.
anon on 05/31/2013 05:27pm
An absolutely delightful story. Every marriage should be so lucky to begin this way. Abbey and Mark are lighthearted people quickly falling in love and not fighting it too hard. I so thoroughly enjoyed my time with story. It's definitely a feel good experience.

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