~ #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY - The Code of the West ~
Welcome to my blog for another #WipItUpWednesday blog hop post! I'm sharing my western again, with a tentative title of The Code of the West and with a bit of luck it will be out next week! I'm so excited! With this being my 4th book I thought the crazy excitement would have worn off by now, but it hasn't so far, so yet again, my household is being entertained by my ridiculous happy dance :)
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West. If you haven't already read it, The Ways of the West is available here on Amazon
“No!” Jed yelled, trying to pull away, but Mr Jordan held her fast as he untied her drawers and let them fall. Mortified, she tried to cover herself with her hands. This wasn’t right! It wasn’t proper! But Mr Jordan didn’t seem to notice her nakedness as his big hand enclosed around both her wrists and he bent her back over his thigh. The flat of his hand scorched her bottom again, the tips of his long fingers landing inside the crevice of her bottom cheeks. She let out a shriek. She’d been hurting before but it was nothing like the pain Mr Jordan was inflicting on her now! With nothing between her tender skin and Mr Jordan’s rough, calloused hand, each smack stung like fire.
She kicked and struggled, well aware that he would be able to see everything between her legs, but powerless to stop fighting. As his hand landed again and again she blushed furiously at the thought of him looking at her most intimate parts. Would he be able to see the wetness she could feel gathered there? Was he aware of her arousal? If he could, how was that affecting him?
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this blog hop, below:
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West. If you haven't already read it, The Ways of the West is available here on Amazon
“No!” Jed yelled, trying to pull away, but Mr Jordan held her fast as he untied her drawers and let them fall. Mortified, she tried to cover herself with her hands. This wasn’t right! It wasn’t proper! But Mr Jordan didn’t seem to notice her nakedness as his big hand enclosed around both her wrists and he bent her back over his thigh. The flat of his hand scorched her bottom again, the tips of his long fingers landing inside the crevice of her bottom cheeks. She let out a shriek. She’d been hurting before but it was nothing like the pain Mr Jordan was inflicting on her now! With nothing between her tender skin and Mr Jordan’s rough, calloused hand, each smack stung like fire.
She kicked and struggled, well aware that he would be able to see everything between her legs, but powerless to stop fighting. As his hand landed again and again she blushed furiously at the thought of him looking at her most intimate parts. Would he be able to see the wetness she could feel gathered there? Was he aware of her arousal? If he could, how was that affecting him?
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this blog hop, below:
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