Can a life-on-the-run lead to a happily-ever-after?

Before Lars decided to become a law-abiding citizen, he was a master at evading the law and avoiding pursuers.

Ellie is a young, inexperienced woman being stalked by a man capable of great cruelty.

Ellie needs his help to escape. Lars needs her absolute obedience if he’s to save her. It will take a firm hand, but Ellie must mind him.

Will Lars’ skill at evasion be enough to protect Ellie? Will his discipline bring them together or drive them apart?

This is book one in the Journey’s End series and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This historical western romance contains elements of action, adventure, danger, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


When Lars’ grip loosened, the boy seized the opportunity to pull his foot back a second time. He aimed his boot for a tender spot between his jailor’s legs. Lars saw the blow coming and leapt to the side. The kid’s foot hit empty air.

“You little brat. I’ll teach you to fight dirty.” Determination glowed like a banked fire in icy eyes.

Getting a firm grip on the culprit, Lars dragged a chair to the center of the room and sat. He pulled the boy to his side and lifted him over his knee. He secured the kid’s kicking legs with one of his own and rained punishment on that rascal’s bottom. His hand rose and fell in fast, relentless spanks. The boy wriggled that bottom to the left and to the right, but he was trapped and Lars let his displeasure be felt.

When he was certain the boy would think twice before trying such a low-down move again, Lars lifted him to his feet “What’s your plan, kid? If we turn you loose, are you going to steal again?

“You bastard,” the boy said through gritted teeth, “you don’t know nothing about what I got to do.”

“Don’t swear in front of my wife and son,” Sven said.

“You want another spanking?” Lars asked. “I got plenty more where that came from.” He put large hands on the youngster’s shoulders and shook.

“Lars, stop,” Caroline shouted. “Look.”

The boy’s hat had been pulled down tight, but between the spanking and the shaking, it had fallen to the floor. A long braid the color of flame swung free to the kid’s waist. Stray hair curled around a scowling face.

Lars stared.

Sven choked.

Caroline said, “He’s a girl.”