A spirited young woman… A Marshall who will keep her safe by any means necessary…

Destiny has rebellion in her blood, and she’s been fighting for many long years for the freedom to be herself. When a chance comes along, she’ll take her own, and those she considers sisters with her. The Merrick women go to the only place that allows a woman’s voice to be heard—the newly formed state of Wyoming. The problem is men in Wyoming haven’t quite caught onto the idea of what equality means.

Sawyer was impressed by Destiny when he first met her trying to rescue a friend in dire need of help when he was a Sheriff in Maryland. Although his thoughts often rested on his memory of her, he had moved on. What was a man to do when a woman he can’t forget, suddenly appears in his life again? Well, for one he has to convince her that she can’t take on the whole dang town and make them think like she does! If it requires a trip over his knee to set her straight, he’s up for the job.

Publisher’s Note: This historical western romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, sensual themes and old-fashioned discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt

“Sawyer!” she wailed when he smacked her so hard her bottom was left stinging and burning.

“I think you like being spanked,” Sawyer said.

“No! I don’t!” Destiny denied as her bottom was stinging painfully.

“I think you like being spanked, and you like it when I spank you during sex!” Sawyer said.

“No!”

“Yes,” Sawyer said. “Some women do like it, and I’ve found me one that does. Now tell me the truth!”

“I think you’re crazy!” she denied.

The next wallop was a stinger. Now all of the smacks were burning because her bottom was being battered by his firm hand. Her bottom was stinging from the painful swats. Draped over his lap, Destiny didn’t want to admit it, but her husband was right. She did like being turned over his knee.

“Tell me the truth!” Sawyer demanded.

“Yes,” Destiny whispered.

“Yes, what?” he demanded, pulling her into his lap, but she wouldn’t look at him.

“Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” Sawyer said. “You can tell me anything.”

Destiny shook her head, and although she hadn’t cried during the spanking, now she began to sniffle. “You’ll think I’m crazy,” she said.

“No, I won’t,” Sawyer promised. “But, I need to know you, my Destiny Rose. I need to know how you think. As husband and wife, we need to share our most private thoughts, and needs. Does my spanking you make you horny?”

“I don’t know what that word means.”

“Does my spanking you make you want me to make love to you?”

She nodded. “Even though it hurts, it makes me want you.”