Surrendered on the Frontier by Jane Henry!
It's that time of the week again. Half way through the week and desperate for a new hot read? Never fear - Jane Henry joins us for some wild western punishment in "Surrendered on the Frontier"!
After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.
Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.
Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?
Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It
“I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She's so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She's with child, and I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”
His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn't say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I've long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”
I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would've taken her
across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?
He'd told me he wouldn't raise a hand to me, because of my past.
But would he if I asked? I pulled back from him.
“Samuel?”
He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.
“Would you...spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn't... be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”
His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.
“You want me to spank you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn't look at him.
“Fair enough,” he said.
I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.
He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lay across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.
Samuel patted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and lie yourself across my knee.”
He would not force me.
I would have to do it myself.
.....
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Have a sexy week!
Felicity Brandon
After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.
Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.
Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?
Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It
“I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She's so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She's with child, and I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”
His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn't say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I've long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”
I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would've taken her
across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?
He'd told me he wouldn't raise a hand to me, because of my past.
But would he if I asked? I pulled back from him.
“Samuel?”
He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.
“Would you...spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn't... be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”
His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.
“You want me to spank you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn't look at him.
“Fair enough,” he said.
I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.
He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lay across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.
Samuel patted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and lie yourself across my knee.”
He would not force me.
I would have to do it myself.
.....
Grab your copy of this tantalizing book now:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Surrendered-Fr...
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/surre...
Have a sexy week!
Felicity Brandon
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