She’s given up on the world. He is determined to change her mind.

When Anna lost her husband unexpectedly, it devastated her to the point of becoming a hermit. She doesn’t go out, taking in foster dogs from the local shelter to pass the time. That is until the owner of the shelter decides he wants to meet the elusive woman he’s heard so much about.

Will is a man who gets what he wants. And what he wants is Anna. Will he be able to pull her out of her grief and show her she can love again?

Publisher’s Note: This sweet second chance romance contains a theme of power exchange.

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Her mouth tightened, but she didn’t say anything.

“And, since I do love you, I want you to know one thing. I want you to hear me, and take what I’m saying to heart, because I ain’t fooling with you: I. Am. Not. Going. To. Have. This.” He turned and got the plate and glass. “Either you are going to eat this now, or I will put you over my knee and you will eat it a little bit later, while sitting on a very sore bottom, I can promise you that.”

All she said was, “Go. Away.”

Before she even began the second word, he lifted her, sat down on the floor, laid her across his lap, bared her bottom, then begun spanking it.

She knew it should be hurting her, but she couldn’t really feel it, so she was silent through the whole thing. Then he reversed the process and offered her the food again.

He got the same response, and she got the same spanking for the second time, on an already thoroughly well spanked behind.

It took another round before her numbness wore off, and by the time he stopped that third time, she was literally howling with every spank.

When he put her down again, Anna went to get up, to save her backside from the inevitable pain of sitting on a wood floor that was covered in the cheapest carpeting they had been able to afford, which hadn’t come with much padding, unfortunately for her.

That time, when he offered her the bread and water, she ate it.

“Eat slowly,” he cautioned. “There’s no telling how your stomach is going to react when it gets something to digest after a while being empty.”

When she was done, he took the cup and plate away and lifted her again.

This time, she croaked something that he couldn’t understand until he asked her about it after he’d taken her spot and sat her on his lap, his arms lying loosely around her. But she had no doubts that if she made a run for it—like she could make a run for it—he would have caught her before she even managed to stand up. So she sat there, just existing, her head on his chest, feeling warmer and more coddled than she knew she had a right to. And before he began to speak, he pulled her even closer against him.