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Cowboys have been my heroes for years. Old time Wild West cowboys … modern cowboys … rodeo cowboys … if they wear a cowboy hat and ride a horse and their butt looks sexy in their jeans, I’m in!
And if they’ve got that authoritative air about them that makes me squirm in my boots when they give me that stern ‘obey me now or else’ look, then all the better!
That air of authority, that willingness to take command, and that ability to enforce their orders, is something all of my cowboy heroes have in common.
I hope you fall in love with them as much I have done!
I’m so excited to share with you all today my erotic western spanking romance The Gunslinger’s Woman featuring my sexy, hardened gunslinger on the run from the law in the Wild West who rescues a young woman from a gang of ruthless outlaws.
He’s going to need a lot more than just skill with a gun to keep his sassy woman out of trouble!
The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.
Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.
Though Danny’s firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?
Publisher’s Note: The Gunslinger’s Woman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
As The Gunslinger’s Woman features both plenty of spankings and hot sex, the excerpt I’m sharing today is a nice spanky one, to whet your appetite:
She reached for his gun, to remove it from the holster, so she could wipe it clean, then she froze as she remembered exactly what Danny was. He was a gunfighter. A killer. Entirely the wrong type of man to be lusting after. Danny didn’t wear a gun just for protection, as she and her brothers sometimes did; his guns were a part of him. They defined him. Without his guns, Danny Coulter, the fastest gun in the west, would be nothing.
“Leave it.” His command was hoarse, there was pain in his voice, but there was no denying the dominant manner in which it was said. “You bandage me up, I’ll clean my gun. Nobody touches my guns.”
“It won’t take long to clean it.”
“I said leave it.” His fingers took hold of her chin then, and he tilted her face up to look at him. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” His threat rumbled in her ear, sending waves of electricity through her.
Yes, she knew exactly what would happen. Her buttocks clenched again, involuntarily, at the thought, and she held her breath. The air was too thick to breathe again. She could feel her face flushing as the waves of electricity surging through her reached that aching juncture between her thighs.
“You’re hurt,” she pointed out.
He smiled in spite of the pain, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he looked down at her. “Not too hurt to spank a naughty girl who disobeys.” As if to prove his point, he drew back his hand and smacked her bottom, reigniting the burn Her eyes widened in shock as she reached back to rub out the sting. Hurt or not, his hard hand was still strong. She felt a spasm right in her very core at his touch. His dominance turned her insides to mush.
The hand that had smacked her returned to her chin and he tilted her face sideways slightly so he could whisper huskily in her ear. “So leave my guns alone.”
“Yes sir,” she breathed.
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Check out my two cattle drive westerns featuring the handsome and stern trail boss Wes Jordan and his competent and equally sexy drovers rescuing strong and sassy heroines in The Ways of the West and the standalone sequel The Code of the West
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