Jennifer Ward finds the holidays painful, and she argues with a client, Russell, when he tells her to do his store window over because he does not like her attempt at humor. Jennifer grows angry and frustrated and tells the shocked man that she would rather be run over by a Mac truck. She storms outside, upset, and ignores Russell’s cries to stop. A Mac truck hits Jennifer, and she dies to the life she’s known, only to wake up in Wyoming in the year 1873.

Dragon Reynolds is grieving for his sweet wife who died having their youngest daughter. He is even more snarly than normal, and his family is worried sick about him and his three children. When Will finds Jennifer lying on the ground, wearing men’s clothing, their Ma, Nora, is positive that she was sent by God to help her eldest son. Will isn’t as sure as his Ma, and he does everything in his power to find her family, or someone who is looking for the redhead. When he returns it is to find his eldest brother whaling away on Jenny’s backside. Nora worries that it will take something drastic to bring the two together after they got off on the wrong foot, so she meddles and learns she isn’t above a trip over his knee, either!

Jennifer heard Russell’s prayer for her at the end of her life, and wonders if it is truly possible for her to find holiday magic in this new beginning.




She was suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted up in the air and over the back of the chair she’d been sitting on. “Let me go!” she cried out, but to no avail. The man’s grip on her was simply too tight and she couldn’t free her arms at all.

The man in black took a seat on the bed, flipping her through the air to land over his lap. He then started spanking her rounded rump over the clothing she was wearing.

“Let me go, you bastard!” Jennifer screamed loudly.

“Language like that will cost you,” he stated, and in the next second her skirt was pushed up to reveal her white petticoats. “Maybe you’ll feel this now?” He spanked her again and again, and Jennifer struggled to get free. She tried to claw the man’s leg and when that didn’t work, she bit him—only she got the top of his boot instead of his flesh. “Biting, clawing? Girl, you need a real warming, don’t you?” He pushed up her petticoats until all that was protecting her was the thin cotton drawers. He spanked her again, and this time Jennifer cried out in pain.

“No! No, no, no! Don’t you dare do this! I am not a child!” she told the man. “Let me go, or I promise I will shoot you the first chance I get!”