Veronica ­– Ronnie – has been spoiled, and neglected, all her life. When her father dies and leaves her his chain of high-end shoe stores, she’s overwhelmed. She has no business training or knowledge, and no idea how to run her company. Hiring Logan Jones and his management company seems like a smart choice and will hopefully take the pressure off her…

…until he makes her actually work and learn her business, takes her over his knee for wrong doings, and keeps saying ‘you should have read the contract’. Yeah, too late now. Nonetheless, sparks ignite and chemistry grows between them. Will their business arrangement meld into something else?

This is book three in the Along Came Jones series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of humor, angst, and domestic discipline.

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She turned to go check out what she assumed was the back office, and as she walked in the door, ran right into his strong arm. Before she could even look around, she felt herself rising off the floor, belly over his leg. What was going on? Shock filled her and she didn’t know what to do. Had she fallen? Her arms scrambled for something to hold onto, but nothing was there. Looking around wildly, she saw there was a solid hardback chair and his leg and she was over it, and “Ow!” he hit her!

“Three strikes today, so time for your medicine,” he informed her. Her ears and her body did not comprehend this.

“Ow! Stop it! Let me down!” She wiggled as hard as she could and felt like she was falling, but instead he seemed in charge and had simply shoved her over more so she felt even more off balance. She kicked her legs as hard as she could and twisted her body trying to get off his leg. “What do you think you’re doing?” she screeched. “Ow! Stop it!” There, her hand finally connected with something and she pounded his leg. “Let me down! Ow! That hurts!”

“It’s called a spanking and it’s supposed to hurt,” he informed her.

“Put. Me. Down. Now!” she commanded. “Ow!” Even she realized that giving him commands with her bottom in the air was a bad idea, especially since he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to anything but her already sore bottom. “That hurts! Stop it! Now!” That last word was screeched as his hand came down even harder. Then faster.

Ronnie knew for a fact, she had never hurt this bad in her life. Been hurt! His fault, he was doing it to her on purpose. Why? “Please! Ow! Stop, please!”

He spanked on, and she was starting to wear down, but intensified the squirming trying to get off his leg. She couldn’t take this. It hurt too much and she felt tears rise and a sob broke through. Her bottom was on fire and probably as red as her hair, and it hurt. “Please, please,” she sobbed out, and felt one of her shoes fly off as her legs kicked, and she no longer hit his leg but gripped it intensely but wasn’t sure why. “Logan, please,” she cried. There was another flurry of spanks, while she could do nothing but hang on and sob through. She felt as if she couldn’t even breathe. Was it ever going to end? Why was he doing this to her?

Finally she was on her feet. Well, one foot and one shoe, and frantically rubbing her bottom and raising up and down on her toes, while he stood there, not even breathing hard. She knew both sets of her cheeks were as red as her hair, and she felt overwhelmingly mortified and yes, even a little mad. Not sure why she wasn’t furious, however, she looked on the floor for her other shoe.