Not a WIP today, but a new release. I'll be back with a WIP next week. Today, you get a good old western style erotic romance with a side of spanking.
Will that do? :)
The setup
for my snippet:
In all her life, Mina, who is a
city girl, never imagined the things she’d have to do on a wagon train:
swallowing pounds of dust each day, baking in the summer time sun, washing
clothes in a stream, and collecting dung for the cook fires because in the
prairie trees were few and far between, so was kindling.
Exhausted, irritable
and short-tempered, Mina makes the mistake of defying the Trail Master and then…. Well, you’ll see in a moment. J
An excerpt
from The Trail Master’s Bride
He’d taken no more than three or four steps when something hit
him square in the back with a thud, stopping him mid-stride. After a brief
pause, he slowly turned back. As he did, another projectile came his way and
struck him dead center in the chest. Gawking down at the dark brown smudge on
his shirt, his eyes came up, absolutely amazed at her gall.
To his out-and-out disbelief, she walked away from him. He saw red. Just who did the little brat think she was, hurling shit at him? He was after her lickety-split, catching up with her at their wagon. Without another word, he propped his boot upon the wheel and pulled her face down over his thigh. As she kicked and screamed, he hauled up her skirt and petticoat, leaving her thin white drawers in place. Although fit to be tied, he noticed how the linen pulled across her hips and thighs in this position. Reminding himself why she was upended, for an excellent reason at that, he proceeded to wear her tail out.
“Did you just throw dung at me?” He asked the obvious,
completely flabbergasted that she would throw anything, let alone excrement at
him.
“I want to make something clear to you, oh, mighty wagon master.
Never in all of my twenty years did I imagine a life such as this, so excuse me
if I don’t jump for joy at the chores you have assigned. Gathering animal dung
on the prairie was not my lifelong dream. So if I’m irritable, or uncertain, or
if I need a night off from blistered fingers while I cook for you, you’ll just
have to put up with it and my bratty bellyaching.”
Unable to get over the fact that she had thrown shit at
him—twice—he heard her words, but they didn’t register. “I asked a question,
Mina. Did you just throw buffalo dung at me?”
“I did, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Have a good night.”
To his out-and-out disbelief, she walked away from him. He saw red. Just who did the little brat think she was, hurling shit at him? He was after her lickety-split, catching up with her at their wagon. Without another word, he propped his boot upon the wheel and pulled her face down over his thigh. As she kicked and screamed, he hauled up her skirt and petticoat, leaving her thin white drawers in place. Although fit to be tied, he noticed how the linen pulled across her hips and thighs in this position. Reminding himself why she was upended, for an excellent reason at that, he proceeded to wear her tail out.
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The
official blurb:
Being cast out of her childhood home by her horrid stepmother
and forced into a marriage by her uncaring father were bad enough, but it is
only when twenty-year-old city girl Mina Hobart begins the journey west on the
Oregon Trail with her detestable new husband that she begins to truly
understand life’s cruelty. She hates every minute of each hot, dusty day, and
her husband’s constant insults certainly don’t make matters any better.
Mina’s life takes another abrupt turn when tragedy strikes and she
is left a widow. The west is no place for a young, newly single woman, and the
job of keeping Mina safe—and keeping her in line—falls to Weston Carr, the rugged
trail master. Weston quickly proves more than ready to tame the feisty redhead’s
careless ways and sassy tongue, even if that means taking her over his knee for
a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking.
Unfortunately, even as Mina does her best to learn to cook over
a camp fire, make coffee properly, and do the laundry in a creek, jealousy and gossip
among the other wives quickly build into significant strife in the wagon train.
To quell the gathering storm, Weston is forced to take matters into his own
hands and make Mina his bride, whether she likes it or not.
Despite Weston’s rough ways and firm-handed discipline, Mina soon
finds pleasure in his arms far beyond anything she has experienced before. But
when a series of mishaps befalls the wagon train—incidents in which Mina is the
prime suspect—the new couple’s growing bond is badly strained. Can Mina prove she
is not at fault before things come to a head, and if she does, will Weston be
able to protect her from whichever of their travelling companions is up to no
good?
Publisher’s Note: The Trail Master’s Bride is an erotic romance novel
that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical
setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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