Blurb:
When she is caught
stealing from the mercantile in a small Texas town, eighteen-year-old orphan
Josephine Bolton faces the prospect of a jail sentence, but she is saved by the
intervention of a local rancher who mistakes her for a boy and convinces the
sheriff that some hard, honest work would be better for “Joe” than being
brought before a judge and jury.
Logan West has even less
patience for lying than he does for thieving, and when he discovers that he has
unwittingly brought a beautiful young woman back to his ranch he puts Josephine
over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly for her deception.
Despite her best efforts
to ignore her attraction to Logan, the stern punishment leaves Josephine
longing for the gruff, handsome cowboy to take her in his arms and claim her properly,
and when he asks her to marry him she agrees. But after their wedding,
Josephine cannot help wondering whether Logan proposed to her merely to keep up
appearances. When she decides to run away again, will her firm-handed husband
come looking for his naughty wife and bring her home?
Publisher’s Note: Her
Alpha Cowboy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends
you, please don’t buy this book
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Excerpt:
The
heroine, Josephine, manages to take off a second time from the hero, Logan even
after he saves her from going to jail. (That's gratitude for ya) lol I hope you
enjoy :)
Josephine smiled. The
fact that the world stood before her was both daunting and exciting at the same
time. A warm breeze caressed her face and she let go of her worries, but only
for a moment. The rumble of pounding hooves echoing from behind snapped her back
to reality. She reined in the mare and shifted in the saddle just in time to
see a man with broad shoulders gaining on her. Here we go again.
“Okay, mare, it’s time to
hightail it out of here. Be a good horsey now.” She tapped the animal’s sides
and off they went. A sharp, piercing whistle split the air and the mare
immediately slowed to a trot then stopped altogether.
“No, no, please don’t
stop.” Josephine coaxed and pleaded, but the animal wouldn’t budge. Damn.
As soon as Josephine
slipped to the ground, the mare took off in the direction of the ranch.
“Traitor,” she mumbled and broke into a run. If she could reach the distant
tree line she could hide.
Suddenly her feet were
peddling nothing but air. Her belly hit the saddle with such force it knocked
the wind out of her.
“Let me go.”
“No way, you little horse
thief.”
Horse thief? This was it.
In no time she’d be decorating a cottonwood for sure.
Josephine’s life flashed
before her eyes. “Are you going to hang me?” Her stomach rolled. She imagined
her body dangling from a tree and vultures picking apart her dead carcass.
“No, Joe, I won’t hang
you. Once I find a nice sturdy log you’re going over my knee for a bare bottom
spanking.”
“Like hell I am!” A
complete stranger looking at her ass? No way. She’d throw herself from the
horse before she’d let him spank her. With a burst of adrenaline she wriggled
and writhed.
“That’s enough.” The
whack to her backside shocked her and she went still, giving Logan time to rein
in the big horse and drop to the ground. He plucked her from the saddle.
“Put me down!”
“Nope.”
Pinning her to his side
once again, he carried her to a fallen log.
Josephine’s eyes widened.
This was truly happening. He intended to spank her. Out in the open. Right now.
She slapped at his legs.
“No, no, you can’t do
this.”
“You deserve this, Joe,
and you know it. You’re in dire need of a bare bottom whipping and I aim to see
it done.” He sat down and tossed her over his lap.
Realizing that her virtue
was about to go up in smoke along with her behind if she didn’t stop him, she
sank her teeth into the back of his leg. Logan yowled, but didn’t loosen his
hold.
“Please don’t do this, I
swear you’ll regret it.”
Her wrists were caught
and secured at her lower back. “Regret it? Not on your life. You just bit me,
you little shit.”
Josephine giggled
hysterically. Dear heavens, she was losing her sanity.
“You think it’s funny?”
* * *
Furious, Logan yanked
down her pants. When he got a closer look at his intended target, blood rushed
to his cock. These pale rounded cheeks and pink flesh in between did not belong
to a boy.
Damn! Joe was a dang female. This deliberate transgression was far
worse than lying about her age.
Even though his hand
itched to throw caution to the wind and deliver what he’d promised, Logan
tempered his anger.
As fast as her pants had
been peeled to her ankles, he pulled them back up as far as he could and pushed
her off his lap. The brat let out a startled squeak and sat in the dirt with
her legs spread. Logan caught a glimpse of blonde curls before she scrambled to
her feet and hid the captivating view.
“You are a brute.” Her
chest heaved with each breath.
Logan’s gaze dropped to
her chest. Nothing to see. The bulky shirt hid the size of her bosoms. Big tits
or small, he didn’t care. A nicely rounded spankable ass was more to his
tastes.
She certainly looked
ready for a fight. Fists clenched tight, eyes snapping blue fire. Matching him
stare for stare. Lust slammed him in the gut. The thought of her kneeling on
all fours with that ass high in the air while he fucked her from behind made
him break out in a sweat. He shook his head vigorously. No use. The tempting
image remained.
Logan slowly got to his
feet. He regarded the impudent young lady standing a few yards away from him
and couldn’t decide whether to throttle her or kiss that luscious pink mouth.
Christ, three times in
one day he had tackled her to the ground believing he’d been putting his hands
on a wet-behind-the-ears young boy. Never before had he manhandled a female in
such callous disregard. His father would have taken a stick to him.
Logan propped one booted
foot on the log and crossed both arms over his knee. “I may be a bully, but
you, little girl, are a brat. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in, do
you?”
She tossed back her head,
refusing to answer.
“But first you’re going
to tell me why you felt the need to disguise yourself as a boy.”
Her chin tilted in
defiance. In a way she reminded him of Ella when she got in a mood, but the
current dilemma in his pants had nothing to do with brotherly love. Joe was not
his sister and his cock had reacted instantly to her charms.
“You got a pretty ass,
Joe,” he snarled.
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Thanks so much for sharing this little teaser, Sara Fields :)
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