When secrets come to light…

Emma is returning to the scene of her indiscretion, unsure of the welcome she will receive. But after five years, it’s time to ask for her former fiancé’s forgiveness and to introduce her young son to his rightful father.

Annabelle is fleeing after being betrayed and humiliated by her beau and her best friend. Going west to stay with her cousin and her family, she hopes to make a new start. But when her curiosity gets the best of her, she meets Clyde, who promptly decides she needs to be taken in hand.

Claude and Clyde are twin brothers who work on the Big G Ranch, but they are keeping a secret about the past. When it is discovered, will they lose their positions and the women who have stolen their hearts?

This is book two in the Big G Ranch series and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This historical western contains elements of action, adventure, mystery, suspense and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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“I don’t know how it is back East where you come from, but out here, the men control their women. And if a woman has no man to do it, then another takes on the responsibility. I understand you may be new to these parts, but it’s best you learn early that this ain’t the big city and things are different out here. There are dangers you have no idea about. You can’t go traipsin’ around by yourself, not to mention listenin’ in to other people’s conversations and using foul language. It just ain’t done. I’m helpin’ you by taking care of this my way and not reportin’ you to the Garrisons or the sheriff, for that matter, for trespassin’.”

“I told you, you big oaf, I was not trespassing. I had a valid reason to be here.”

“Yes, you did, until you decided to take that little walk alone. You had a reason to be in the main house, not out here. Now, what will it be? Do I let your friends know what you did? Do I turn you in for trespassin’, or are you going to take your punishment like a good little girl, and I’ll keep this between the two of us?”

Annabelle thought for a moment. If she alienated Laura and Clara Mae, she would not only be embarrassed but her plans to stay and build a sewing clientele would be gone. She wouldn’t be able to stay here. It wasn’t worth risking that, so reluctantly, she answered, “I-I will take my punishment and go home. But you have to promise not to tell a soul about this.”

“Cross my heart,” the man said. Then he added, “I’m only looking out for your safety. You’re new to the area and someone needs to let you know how dangerous it can be for a woman alone.”

Resigned to what was about to happen, Annabelle braced herself. She had never been spanked in her life, not even as a child. Civilized people, like the ones back home, didn’t do that sort of thing. She guessed she had a lot to learn about her new home. Would it hurt? How rough would he be with her? Was he going to use his hand or a switch?

She didn’t have to wait to find out. The man, whose name she had yet to learn, had pushed her skirt up over her bottom. “You can’t do that! It isn’t proper, even if this is the wild West!” she hissed.

“Relax, I’m not after your virtue, unlike some men you might have encountered on your little jaunt. You won’t feel this over those skirts.”

Unlike some men? Oh dear, she really hadn’t thought about that. There really was danger in going out exploring alone.

Then the first swat hit her unsuspecting bottom, on the left cheek. Another followed, this time to the right. Annabelle jumped. It stung. It hurt. He was using his hand and it was hard. Back and forth he went, raining down the swats one right after the other. He had to have laid down thirty of them by the time he finished. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Finally, he said, “All right, that should do it for the trespassin’ and listenin’. Now I need to add some for the swearin’.”

What? There was more to come? She already didn’t know how she was going to ride in the wagon all the way back to the Barrett’s.

“Please, no. I can’t take any more,” she begged.

“You can, and you will. Let this be a lesson to you, little lady,” the man said.

Annabelle was sobbing by now. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do any of those things again. I won’t t-trespass, or go out alone, or listen to other people’s conversations, or curse. Just please, stop.”

The man applied two hard swats to the tops of her thighs and then moved her so she was sitting on his lap. Very gingerly, she tried to get comfortable as it hurt like the dickens!

“Now, we won’t ever speak of this again. You are forgiven, little lady. By the way, my name is Clyde.”

“I-I am Annabelle. Now, may I please go home? I promised my cousin I would help with some chores.”

He smiled at her, and she thought she saw a twinkle in his eye. “Be very careful going home. It’s been a,” he cleared his throat, “pleasure to meet you, Miss Annabelle. I hope our next meeting won’t be so eventful.”

She got up and made her way to the stables. After collecting the wagon, she started the short ride home, all the way thinking about what had just happened. Why did she feel the way she did now? She wasn’t at all angry with the handsome man named Clyde. Just the opposite, in fact. He intrigued her. He’d taken charge of her, cared about her safety and her misdeeds, had punished her and then said all was forgiven. What sort of man did that? And why was there a damp spot in her pantaloons?