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
Excerpt 1:
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.”
Excerpt:
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.”
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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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