Readers! Boy do I have a treat for you today! One of my good friends Amelia Smarts has come out with a new novel, featuring a sassy heroine and a decidedly alpha male in the Wild West.
About this book:
Elizabeth Matthews manages to escape her cruel husband and the clutches of the law, but they're both in hot pursuit. Struggling to survive on the run, she finds herself in the last place she wants to be, the marshal's office in the town of Porter, Texas, dragged there by an overzealous shopkeeper who accuses her of theft.
Marshal Grover Huntley can see that the destitute young woman draped in rags and trembling in front of his desk needs protection, and he feels the stirrings of compassion, as well as the desire to hold the frightened young lady in his arms. The more he questions her about her predicament, however, the more she lies, and he can’t do much to help if he doesn’t know what she's afraid of.
A spanking over his knee proves to her that he not only demands her honesty, but also that he cares enough to do more than send her on her way or throw the book at her. She tells him of her fears, but it's what she doesn't say that changes the course of their lives.
Will the marshal be able to help when he learns of her connection to an enemy of his past, and will Missy learn to trust him as he works to save her from the mounting troubles that threaten both her freedom and her life?
And readers? I convinced Amelia to share with us an extra hot snippet, so I hope you all like it... *wink
Her eyes flashed terror. “Please no, Marshal. Let me go. I promise I’ll leave now and never bother you again. I’ll go to the next town to try and sell the brooch.”
“Listen, Missy. You'd have trouble making it to the next block, let alone the next town. You need a place to sleep and a bite or two, which I plan to go scare up for you as soon as you stop jawing at me. I’d take you to my house and let you sleep there, but it wouldn’t be proper. I’m an unmarried man. The cell will have to do.”
She stared at him for a moment, then looked down and wrung her hands. She appeared to be considering her options, of which she had only one as far as he was concerned. Her hesitancy annoyed him.
“Young lady, you’d better rattle your hocks and march them into the cell. Dawdle much longer, and I’ll plant you there myself, but not before I turn you over my knee for a spanking.”
Their eyes locked. Hers appeared desperate and scared. She suddenly moved closer and wrapped a hand around one of his forearms crossed in front of his chest. She clung to his shirtsleeve. “Marshal, I know you don’t have a reason to trust me, but I beg you to believe what I’m about to say. Please let me go, just for a half hour, and I’ll come back to you. I’ll spend the night in the cell and I’ll be grateful to you for a meal. Here, you can hold my brooch. It guarantees my return.” She held the silver bird out to him.
Grover stared into her pleading eyes, surprised by her strange request and promise, which he could tell she relayed with every intention of keeping. He couldn’t imagine what she needed to attend to for a half hour, and it was no use asking. She would only lie about it if he did. He felt very curious and a bit alarmed.
He ran a hand over the short beard that covered his jaw and pushed the brooch back to her. “All right, Missy. You have your half hour. Go on then.”
“Thank you, Marshal,” she exclaimed, and surprised him further by wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tight. Oh, God. What was she doing? He felt her breasts flattening against his abs and smelled her distinctly womanly scent, which was musky and flowery. He suddenly needed to will his cock to stay in place, so he grit his teeth. She looked up and flashed a smile at him that dimpled one of her cheeks and further lit her sparkling eyes. Damn, that sure didn’t help any. He kept his hands at his side. He wanted more than just about anything to hold her in his arms, but he needed her to know he meant business.
He frowned down at her smiling face. “Your half hour started thirty seconds ago, Missy. You might want to skedaddle.”
Beth dried herself with a soft towel. She felt Grover’s gaze raking her body from the other side of the room. She felt warm all over, yet she shivered with anticipation and desire. She felt sure that he would have his way with her, and she hoped that he would. She wanted to feel his touch again. She already missed it. Finished drying, she wrapped the towel around her and met his eyes.
“Come here, Missy.”
She padded to him, her bare feet leaving small, damp tracks across the hardwood floor. He opened his legs slightly and guided her to stand between his knees. “I think you’re beautiful, you know.” He ran the back of his hand down the side of her face. “I should’ve said that before, but I’m not used to having a woman here with me. I find myself a bit balled up by it, truth be told.”
He settled his hands on her hips. “Now, darlin’, I told you about me. I expect the same in return. I’m fond of you already, if you can’t tell, and I want to help you. But I can’t do that if you’re not honest with me.”
Beth stared at him, awed over him saying she was beautiful and calling her darling and confessing he was fond of her. She wondered if maybe he liked her in particular, more than he liked other women. She mentally shook herself. She couldn’t allow herself such vain luxuries. She considered his words about being honest with him and determined she couldn’t do that either. She eyed the front door, feeling about as far away from it as the ocean.
“No, darlin’. Look at me, nowhere else.” His tone remained gentle, but some of the sternness returned. She felt her butterflies return with it. She wanted to obey him. She wanted to be honest with him, but she had no way to know how he would react to hearing her story. She had to think of Lou and how best to protect her. Lou wouldn’t fare well if her mother was ditched and left to rot in prison.
Beth looked him in the eyes and said with as much grit as she could muster, “I have been honest with you, Grover.”
“No, Missy. You haven’t.” His face darkened into a frown, and his next words were spoken with all the sternness she'd heard in his tone before. “Tell me the truth about you. This is your last chance before I teach you a lesson about lying.”
She shifted her weight to one foot and looked down. “I’ve told you most everything important already. My name is Beth Jones. I’m a poor woman with no kin except for my daughter. My husband was killed last year, and ever since I’ve been struggling to make it on my own.”
About half of that was true, and she hoped it would satisfy the marshal. It didn’t. Before Beth knew what was happening, she found herself stripped of the towel and lying naked across his hard thighs, positioned for a spanking. She gasped when she understood his intent.
With one hand he held her body against his. His other hand smacked her bare bottom, her skin still soft and damp from the bath. The swat sent a resounding crack into the air, and the force of it took her breath away. She wasn’t able to recover her breath before he landed another. And another. He spanked her ten times before he stopped. She panted when she was finally able to breathe.
“What’s your name again, Missy? The truth this time.”
Go get your copy! I already one-clicked mine!
AMAZON US: http://www.amazon.com/Missy-Meets-Marshal-Amelia-Smarts-ebook/dp/B01AB50UZS/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_img_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0RBCFGG8KC67S0VFQQ9A
AMAZON UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Missy-Meets-Marshal-Amelia-Smarts-ebook/dp/B01AB50UZS/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=1C2G9WX5HE8FY9BN3V0C
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Also by Amelia Smarts
The Unbraiding of Anna Brown – Hardened widower awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline.
A special message from Amelia:
I’m an avid reader and writer of spanking romance novels, usually involving a cowboy, always involving a firm hand and a scorched ass. If you were to peek inside my Kindle, you’d find plenty of spanking romances as well as books by John Steinbeck, Margaret Atwood, Gillian Flynn, and other authors from disparate genres. What all of my favorite stories share are complex characters who draw me into their struggles and successes.
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