Collette Monroe has always been a romantic, but unfortunately, her life has been anything but a fairytale. After her father’s death in the Spring of 1958, her world comes crashing down. She soon makes a personal vow to never marry or fall in love, to protect herself from future heartbreak.
Dr. Noah Anderson is the new resident of Roseville who becomes immediately intrigued by Collette when he sees she could probably outdrink him. He offers to help her out, but she refuses as she is determined to survive on her own. Dr. Anderson, however, isn’t one to give up easily, especially when it comes to a certain fiery redhead.
Despite her refusal to open her heart again, Collette realizes the doctor has gotten under her skin in more ways than one.
Noah won’t stop pursuing her until she has a ring on her finger and he can call Collette his wife. Even if it does take a few trips across his lap to convince her that he is the perfect husband for her.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains a theme of power exchange.
“You don’t have to spank me.” Collette’s hands immediately went to her bottom. She hated how childish her voice sounded. “Please, Noah. I won’t do it again.”
He ignored her remark, probably because he had heard it before. Admitting defeat, she buried her face in her arms, feeling ridiculously small. He rubbed the back of the brush against her bottom several times before it landed squarely in the middle of her cheeks. Collette gritted her teeth when she felt the wooden hairbrush fall on her sensitive bottom. It hurt worse than his palm.
The hairbrush fell again several times, each time harder than the last. Noah didn’t lecture; she already knew what she had done wrong. Her cheeks tensed as the brush continued to fall heavily on her upturned rear. For the next few minutes, all she could hear was the loud smack as brush met her covered bottom. Her bottom couldn’t move inside her tight skirt, and even though she tried to move away from the hairbrush, her bottom was still the perfectly presented target.
It was growing hotter and sorer with each smack, and the tears were slowly slipping down her face. She wasn’t only crying because the spanking hurt, but because she felt guilty. Her mistakes had harmed Lenore and there was a good chance they would harm whoever was associated with her. Especially Noah since he was her tenant.
Colette dug her nails in Noah’s thigh to withstand the pain as the brush continued falling crisply on the back of her thighs. The dreaded brush finally stopped falling on her bottom and Noah placed it back on the coffee table. He gently helped her stand up as he fixed her clothes. Collette immediately lunged herself toward the corner of the couch. She started rubbing her hot bottom, which felt compressed in her tight skirt.
For a few minutes, the only sound coming from the living room was Collette sniffling as she rubbed her sore bottom.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Noah blurted out as he looked at her with a pained look in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” Collette asked, and for a second she forgot about her hot bottom as she looked at him.