Sven is a grieving widower and the father of five. In a deathbed promise, he vows to live and love again. For his children and for himself, he must honor the promise.
Maeve is alone and frightened. Frightened of going hungry; frightened of life without her parents. Most of all, she is frightened of the brutish Simms men who want her for their own.
When Maeve seeks protection at Journey’s End, she and Sven both get a second chance at life and love. Can Sven move out of the shadow of his wife’s grave? Can Maeve find the security and love she desires in his arms? Will Sven keep his promise?
This is book five in the Journey’s End series and can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This historical western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, sensual scenes, adult themes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
“I was just so angry. I wanted you to love me, but I can’t compete with Caroline’s ghost,” Maeve began.
“That’s another thing. I did feel by loving you, I was betraying her. There is no competition, however. Lars helped me see if I hold love in my heart for Caroline, it doesn’t make my love for you less. Love isn’t selfish, and Caroline made me promise to move on and love again. And I do, Maeve. I love you.”
“You love me?” Maeve whispered.
Sven lifted her to her feet and into his embrace. “I do. I surely do.” He lowered his mouth to hers and swept his tongue across her lips until he gained access.
Maeve’s breath quickened. His hand running down her back left a trail of fire. His hands cupped her buttocks, lifting, until she felt the hardness of his desire. He deepened the kiss, controlled it, pulled her close. Maeve pressed against him wanting more, needing more.
He set her away from him and took a shuddering breath.
“Because I love you, I aim to spank you. Spank with love and care and concern. Spanked so you will follow rules meant to guard and protect. You must control that red-head temper. Seems to me sometimes you look for ways to rebel.” He shook his head. “I’ve been a poor husband, Maeve. I’ve let your actions and attitude go unpunished.”
“It’s not all your fault, Sven. I’ve been jealous of the love the other women received from their husbands. I’ve envied their spankings. Not for the pain they caused, but because their husbands loved them enough to see to them.” She gave a snort. “Pretty stupid, I guess.”
“Not stupid,” Sven said. “For a time, I just didn’t have the energy or the will to be a good husband to you. Grief is a lonely place, and I was stranded there. But I’ve found my way back, and I intend to be the man you need. The man you want.”
Maeve pressed close and circled her arms around his waist.