All Willa needs is her rifle. All Shamus needs is Willa.

After her older brother dies, Willa Freeman finds herself alone on the Colorado frontier, trying to make a homestead from her grief. The townsmen are interested in the beautiful woman even though they think she’s a bit erratic. Willa wants nothing to do with them and, with rifle in hand, chases them all away. However, the new trapper in town, the ruggedly handsome Shamus Harding, takes it upon himself to correct her bad behavior – as she is a threat to herself and her new community.

After Willa shoots at a smarmy suitor, she must confront an angry town and a meddling doctor, all of which leads her to a place over Shamus Harding’s knee at the mercy of his strong, stern hands. She must learn to navigate her newfound desire for Shamus despite the frontier gossip regarding her blooming romance with the trapper.

Is Willa strong enough to live on her own and away from town? Is Shamus able to control her behavior, and keep her safe from herself and the townspeople? Are they strong enough together to forge a new beginning?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy Old West romance contains elements of action, adventure and power exchange.

Excerpt

[R] After a hearty dinner, Willa and Shamus sat close to each other as they cradled the warm tin cups in their hands. The oil lamp cast a soft dim light around their small quarters. They had both enjoyed a full and productive day of work and appreciated their tired relaxation that resulted from the effort. Willa marveled that she felt tired, rather than exhausted, and was acutely aware of After a hearty dinner, Willa and Shamus sat close to each other as they cradled the warm tin cups in their hands. The oil lamp cast a soft dim light around their small quarters. They had both enjoyed a full and productive day of work and appreciated their tired relaxation that resulted from the effort. Willa marveled that she felt tired, rather th Shamus’ proximity. Both were anticipating lying next to each other, eager and burning in those places known only to lovers.

Willa looked up from her coffee, saw Shamus gazing upon her, and smiled.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, hoping that she already knew.

“That I might interest you in a little tussle under the quilt,” he answered as he brushed his hand along her forearm.

Willa set her cup down as he gathered her up and carried her to their bed. Shamus then began to press his hands along Willa’s strong back. He could feel the day’s work in her knotted muscles. He caressed her, felt her relax, and wondered what other tensions he might relieve.

He untied her apron and began to unbutton her blouse. Willa’s eyes softened as he pulled back the calico to reveal her bare, pert breasts and bent his head toward her while he whisked his tongue around her nipple.

Willa, already feeling aroused by his touch, involuntarily gasped as Shamus began to release the hooks holding her skirt. Carefully freeing her from both her skirt and her petticoat, he stepped back to admire her naked form as he began to disrobe. Willa felt vulnerable under his direct gaze and began to gather the quilt to herself.

“No,” Shamus insisted. “I like what I see and want to enjoy the view a while longer.”

He stepped out of his leather breeches and moved next to Willa, who hadn’t felt brazen enough to look on Shamus’ naked form. She quietly gasped as her eyes moved to and then stopped at his large desire for her.

“Oh, my,” she muttered as he fully embraced her, and she felt the entire length of him press against her thigh. Shamus reached up and tipped Willa’s chin toward him. He captured her lips with his. Their mouths sought each other, hungrily.