Euphemia Lane had a feeling from the get go that Samuel Jordon was going to give her trouble. In his rude letter, he threatened to spank and disarm her should she show up in Seattle with her pistols. However, his warning doesn’t deter Effie from her mission. Come hell or high water, she and Grace are determined to travel to Seattle to rescue their friend, Amelia. How was she to know that Amelia’s letter was a huge mistake or that Horace Remington would follow them and nearly kill her? And there was no way she could have anticipated what would happen once she and Grace arrive at the Jordon home.
Never would she have imagined that she would receive her very first spanking at the hands of her nemesis. It was galling to say the least, and to top it all off, he relieved her of her pistols after she destroyed a treasured family heirloom and shot Horace. Now she is in Sam’s protective custody until the Marshal determines she had acted in self-defense. The problem seems to be: who is going to protect her from Sam?
Samuel Jordon is so angry when Marshal Cole Hadley sticks him with Miss Lane that he sees stars. In his opinion, she is a sassy-mouthed witch hiding in a sweet little body. His determination to be firm yet detached lasts all of two days. Who knew one little drop of frosting on one luscious lip would change his life forever? What kind of young woman can turn a well-balanced, confirmed bachelor into a perverted fiend who can’t keep his hands off her?
On some level it galled him that this imp of a girl with her annoying bratty ways was able to reduce him to the lowest form of a man, a lust filled, out of control beast, ready, willing and certainly able to devour her. He was a man who prided himself on his self-control and she’d stripped it away from him with a lick of her lips and a drop of frosting.
It didn’t matter, not a bit. In a haze of red hot need he made the decision. He was having her. Right here in his parent’s kitchen he was taking and taking until he had his fill. He’d have to marry her, of course, but at the moment that seemed a small price to pay. She was pliant, pliant for Christ’s sake. Euphemia Lane, the bane of his existence, was hot and wet in his arms, her legs spread and she was moaning with a need of her own.
In a moment of sanity he asked one question, still stroking her clit yet not letting her tumble over the edge. He knew it was unfair, but he truly couldn’t force himself to give a shit. He was having her. If she said no, he would continue to tease her until she caved or he totally lost his mind and took her anyway.
“Yes or no, Effie?” he ground out.
Stevie MacFarlane lives in Upstate New York with her husband of many years. Although she has been writing most of her life, she had her first novel published in 2012.
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