Multiple world champion equestrienne, Etta Ross, has a dilemma. How does she rescue the small band of mustangs from the rustlers who want to smuggle them to Mexico for slaughter while avoiding a run in with the legendary Texas Rangers?
If all she had to do was save the mustangs, her mission would be easy. But she runs afoul of sexy Texas Ranger, Brody Jensen, when she’s wounded and stranded on foot in the middle of nowhere. Not buying her explanation that she was out for a walk, Brody is bound and determined to protect Etta, who is adamant that she can save herself. Brody is convinced that a few trips over his knee followed by his dominant lovemaking is just the remedy to Etta’s headstrong cowgirl ways.
Publisher’s Note: This stand alone love story includes scenes of domestic discipline as well as detailed descriptions of intimacy.
Brody took hold of her hips, pulled her further out of the corner so that her upper torso was lowered. She heard him unzip his jeans and felt his cock spring free. He stepped up behind her and as he once again explored that wet, warm place between her legs he whispered “spread your legs Etta.” As she complied, she was rewarded by hearing him grunt as the head of his cock and then its full length took possession of her pussy. Etta’s response to the very primal mounting was an immediate climax. Again, she heard him chuckle as he began to stroke her, wrapping one of his strong arms around her middle to keep her where he wanted her and the other to come back to play with her nipples. She was glad he had hold of her as she came again for she felt her legs would give way without his support. As with the spanking, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her. She climaxed a third time and he leaned forward to bite the nape of her neck, kissing it when he realized it had caused her discomfort.
“Brody, please” she said even though she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She had long since quit caring that every time he stroked deep it caused her bottom to ache or that she had cum for him multiple times. He chuckled again but there was no change in his rhythm or speed. Etta felt another climax building and said “no.”
“Yes” he whispered.
“You can…and you will. Don’t worry little girl, I’ll give you what you want. Before I let you out of the corner, you’ll feel my cum deep inside you. Nothing sweeter than to have your woman submit to your authority and then to the stroking of your cock.” Etta writhed in ecstasy and was lost in a haze of sensation centered at her very core.
What is your writing process like?
Scattered and random. I start wandering the net looking at things that interest me and then a character or characters and a plot start to formulate.
Do you like to listen to music while you write? If so, what kind?
Depends on my mood. I’m a huge fan of Pandora and either listen to Traditional Celtic Music OR my Mary Chapin Carpenter station
What is your favorite genre?
Libraries or bookstores?
Neither – I LOVE the availability and ease of electronic downloading
What genres do you write in?
Do you like to outline or just dive right in when writing?
At this point it’s more organic, I just start writing. There are times I then have to go back and do a major re-write, but it seems to work best for me
If you could travel anywhere in the world, where you go?
Do you have a favorite vacation spot?
So far, the Cornish Coast in England (loved galloping along the foggy coast on a “war horse”), followed by New Orleans and London
Would you rather do the spanking or be spanked?
Spanked! And there are those that maintain it doesn’t happen often enough!
What do you like to collect?
Basset hound and equine objects and art.
Do you have any hobbies?
I raise, breed and show basset hounds. I used to compete at the national level on horses, but now find that I just want to trail ride
Chocolate or Vanilla?
Tea or Coffee?
Red … definitely red
If your mood was a song right now, what would be playing?
All Souls Night
Tell us about your most adventurous experience.
With very little experience on either of our parts (she’d been sailing a little over a year; I’d never sailed in deep water), a friend and I sailed on her newly acquired boat from Seattle, Washington to Honolulu, Hawaii and back. Proof positive that God protects fools and drunks!
How much research do you typically do on a novel?
Quite a bit before and then throughout the novel as things come up or the characters lead me in a different direction.