He’s an overprotective cowboy. She’s running from her past, right into disaster. Can he save her?

Desperate to get away, Lexa is running from her past and refuses to look back. She needs a job, and after answering a help wanted ad for an au pair, Lexa heads to Ravenwood. What she didn’t expect to find was a storm that sweeps her off the road.

Handsome cowboy Asher Hayes comes to her rescue. He’s gorgeous, the perfect gentleman, and a little overprotective. Asher warns her that Sheriff Jennings is a man not to be messed with, that he likely killed his own wife, and the police helped cover it up. It’s probably just a rumor, right? What other choice does she have? Mr. Jennings appears charming and kind. Asher has to be wrong, but what if he’s not?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, action packed romance contains a theme of power exchange. Although it is book two in the Western Daddy Dom series, it can be read as a standalone.

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“Why am I being punished?” Her mind was foggy with trying to remember what she’d done to end up in the detention room. She wanted him to please her, not spank her.

“You lied to me,” Asher said, his hand coming to smack her sex.

Lexa gasped; the pleasure mixed with pain was phenomenal. “You intentionally withheld information about who you are and where you came from. I could have protected you, but instead, you kept secrets from me.”

Her sex throbbed for more contact, and Asher took a step back. She glanced over her shoulder as he headed toward the back wall, retrieving a black leather paddle. Lexa swallowed nervously, unsure how the leather might feel against her supple skin.

“Since you’re still new to this, I’ll refrain from using my belt or a cane, but if you continue to lie and hide things from me, you will face those implements, Lexa. I do not like secrets. Next time, I won’t be so generous. For now, we’ll settle on a paddle, which will sting more than my hand but will be similar to the hairbrush paddle that you had applied to your bottom earlier.”

She hadn’t been fond of the wood, but maybe the coarse leather would be a better fit? She swallowed nervously, both curious and frightened to experience the plethora of paddles, straps, crops, canes, floggers, and whips hanging from their home against the wall opposite of the chalkboard. Lexa didn’t dare admit the thought turned her on but also made her uncomfortable with how much pain they’d cause.

Asher held the dark leather paddle in his hand. He gently swatted her bottom, and the fear was far more painful than the initial sting.

Lexa exhaled a sigh of relief, expecting her bottom to burn, but it hadn’t hurt much at all.

He rubbed her bottom while her hips gyrated, urging his fingers to move lower, back toward her pussy and inside of her. Instead, he removed his hand and brought the paddle down harder against her cheeks.

“Ouch!” Lexa squealed, clenching her bottom cheeks. The sting the leather left burned, but her insides throbbed from the sizzling sensation to her backside.

“Would you like me to claim you, Lexa? Tell me you’re sorry, that you won’t lie to me again, and I will make you all mine.”

Of course, she wanted to be all his. Wasn’t she already his baby girl? “Yes, Daddy.”

He landed another smack to her bottom, the leather hitting her with a thud. Her hips bucked with the second swat and then the third. “I haven’t heard an apology,” Daddy chided.

“I’m sorry for lying to you,” Lexa mumbled down at the desk.

Asher laughed under his breath. “That isn’t much of an apology, baby girl. Try harder. Like you mean it, this time.” He walloped her bottom, swat after swat, hitting both cheeks, leaving a biting sting. How would she sit anytime soon? At least it was late, and she’d be going to bed. Would she have marks, come morning, to her bottom?

Lexa sniffled, tears brimming at the surface. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t lie to you again.” She’d learned her lesson, and Asher put down the paddle and came up behind her, rubbing her bottom cheeks. She hissed at first from the contact of his thick, large palm on her bottom. His motions were soft, but over the tender skin, she shifted, anxiously uncomfortable.

“That’s my girl,” Asher said, his hands spreading her legs farther apart as she’d closed them from the swats to her bottom.

“Can I get up, Daddy?”

“Not yet, baby girl. I have a special treat for you.”