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Logan whispered, “Tell me, Josephine, are you a bad girl?”

The part I love the most about writing a romance is the dialogue (banter) between the hero and heroine.

In my newest release, ‘Her Alpha Cowboy’, I wanted my hero to be a bit domineering but also likeable.  I added a sense of humor to his character and a fierce protectiveness toward the people he loved. Yes, I made Logan West sound crude at times, but I would have written him much differently if my heroine, Josephine didn’t like it. Oh, she tried to hide her feelings for Logan, but the infuriating cowboy was determined to wear her down. When Josephine feels her virtue has been compromised, Logan offers to marry her. Even though they would be sharing the same bed, she makes him promise that the marriage would be in name only.

All and all, Josephine is an innocent and her questions about sex are driving Logan crazy, but he manages to keep his hands to himself 🙂

I hope you enjoy reading about their first night as man and wife.

Josephine sat on a small bench in the washroom and took off her pumps. She wiggled her toes. It was hard to believe she was now a married woman. Ella and Brody left shortly after the cake had been cut and it had been up to her and Logan to see to the guests. Once the guests left, Josephine began to clean up, but Logan insisted she let things go until the morning. Josephine readily agreed. It had been a long day. Yawning, she reached behind her head and fumbled with the row of hooks.

“You need any help taking off that dress?” Logan hollered from the bedroom.

“No, I do not,” she shouted back. Wicked man. She reached again and ended up with sore arms and loss of patience. Drat. There had to be close to a dozen hooks running down the back and Ella wasn’t available to help.


“I heard that, little girl. Must Daddy come in there and wash your mouth out with soap?”

Josephine stomped her foot. Aggravating lout. “No, Daddy doesn’t have to come in here and wash my mouth out with soap,” she mimicked sarcastically and went back to fumbling with the hooks. She twisted this way and that. It was no use. She’d either ask him for his assistance or sleep in the dress.

“Um, Logan, can you help me get out of this dress?”

No sooner had the words left her mouth when he appeared in the doorway naked as the day he was born. She gasped and covered her eyes, but not before she saw his manhood.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you I sleep in the nude.”

Josephine choked out a reply and presented her back while keeping her arms at her sides. She only knew a little about mating, like where what on a man went where in a woman. But, was it even possible to accommodate his rather impressive organ?

Logan’s blunt fingers grazed her skin as he tended to his task. The last few hooks were just above her tailbone and she held her breath. Would he try to pat her ass?

“There you go.”

“Thank you.”

The feather-light kiss he dropped on the back of her neck sent goosebumps up and down her arms and legs. “May I be of any more assistance, ma’am?”

“Um, no, that’s quite all right.”

He bowed and turned away. She frowned. No pat on the ass this time so she let her gaze wander over his taut buttocks then averted her eyes when he climbed into bed. She cupped her hot face with icy cold hands. Her husband was certainly well endowed.

Josephine dallied in the washroom as long as she dared and finally dimmed the light. Logan lay on the bed watching her thoughtfully as she padded barefoot across the room. She swallowed hard when she realized that the blanket they’d be sharing barely covered the lower portion of his body. How in the world was she going to lift that blanket and pretend not see what he had hidden under there?

A narrow dusting of hair trailed from his navel and widened to cover his chest. His hands were clasped behind his head. Josephine swore she had never seen a man more handsome and muscular. He exuded pure strength and power.

She stood beside the bed. Logan tossed the covers aside. “Come and get some rest. It’s been a long day.”

Josephine dove under the covers and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

Logan rolled on his side, facing the opposite direction. “You’re going to roast under there.”

With her arms pressed at her sides, Josephine stared up at the ceiling. Sure enough, beads of sweat started to form between her breasts. Slowly, she peeled back the covers and turned her head to look at Logan.

“Logan, are you awake?”


“Something’s bothering me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s about the size of your, um, you know, what I saw when you came into the washroom.”

“You mean my cock?”

She clicked her tongue. “Why must you talk so…”

“Filthy? Blunt? Can’t help it. Dirty thoughts fill my head when you’re around.” He blew out a breath. “Sorry. I’ll be as delicate as I can. What is it you want to know?”

“How can it fit without hurting?”

He turned over onto his back and regarded her with a wicked grin. “Would you like me to show you?”


“Well, then let me see how I can explain this without being too crass. It’s very important that a man prepares a woman for, ah, penetration. He can touch her breasts or suckle her nipples.” He stopped talking and Josephine propped on one elbow.

“Are you okay? Your voice sounds gravelly.”

He cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

“What exactly does prepare mean, Logan?”

“You’re killin’ me, you know that?” He rubbed a hand down his face. “When a woman is ready to accept a man, her body gets wet down there so it doesn’t hurt so much.”

“Down there.” Josephine licked her lips. “You mean here?” She touched herself between her legs.

Logan swore. “Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t get mad. I need to know these things for when I, you know, do it.”

He remained silent.

“It’s not fair that a man can enjoy the act and the woman suffers.”

“As far as I know it only hurts the first time. There are other ways for a man to pleasure a woman without putting his cock inside her.”

Josephine scrunched her nose. “I don’t see how.”

“Trust me, there is.”

She couldn’t argue his prowess. A man such as Logan must’ve had plenty of women share his bed. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Just the thought of his rough hands running over their bodies and bringing them to climax left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Are there other ways for a man to be pleasured without putting his organ inside a woman?”

A low growl erupted from his side of the bed. Josephine chewed her bottom lip. Maybe it’d be better if she just went to sleep.

“A woman can bring a man to pleasure by taking his co… I mean, organ into her mouth.”

It took a minute for Josephine to digest that information. “That’s…”

“Filthy,” he finished for her again and shook his head. “Josephine, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures of the flesh as long as it’s consensual between two people.”

“But ladies aren’t supposed to enjoy it. It’s their duty to lie beneath their husbands and bear them children.”

Logan snorted. “And that kind of thinkin’ is why some married men go to the saloon looking for a whore. A whore will do things that a genteel lady was taught not to do probably because some uptight old biddy deemed it wrong.”

“But aren’t the men just as wrong being in the saloon when they have a wife at home?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t seem to matter to some.”

“Have you ever been with a married woman?”

“No,” he replied vehemently. “I don’t mess with married women.”

Josephine rolled onto her back. “Have you ever been with the Red lady?”

“What Red lady?”

“The one who works at the saloon.”

Logan bolted to a sitting position. “How the hell did you hear about her?”

“The men in the bunkhouse told me. Jake said she’d straighten me out and teach me a few things.”

He fell back on the bed. “Remind me to fire Jake in the morning.”

“It’s not his fault, Logan. He thought I was a boy.” She got a growl in reply. “And you’re not going to fire anybody. Night, Logan.”

“Night, Josephine.”

A couple of minutes passed. “Logan?”

“What now?”

“Thanks for explaining things to me and just so you know, you were very gentleman-like.”

“I’m awfully thrilled to hear it.”

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“If you were my wife, you’d be over my knee and spanked hard.”



Nathan Holt has a reputation in Swiftwater, and not one he was proud of. If he had half a brain, he’d stay far away from there. But there was a certain blue-eyed blonde holding his heart, not to mention a half-sister that he barely knew. He had left Swiftwater to protect them from his father. That reason no longer existed.

Bonnie Blakely had been taught to be a proper lady, but inside she felt anything but proper. She longed for a man – a strong, capable man – to put her across his knee. A brief encounter with Nathan Holt had held promise, but he left Swiftwater, Kansas years ago. He had promised he’d return, but as time passed without a word, Bonnie feared her dreams of his firm hand and unconditional love would never be fulfilled.


Bonnie nibbled away on her bottom lip nervously as she closed the distance between her and the gorgeous man sauntering toward her. Keeping her gaze on Nathan, she pulled gently on the reins until the wagon came to a complete stop. He took her breath away. Rolled up sleeves at the elbow exposed his tanned powerful arms. Wet hair hung nearly to his shoulders, droplets of water glistened in between the blond hairs sprinkling his wide chest. Her throat grew dry. Suddenly, she was thirsty and eager to lick those beads of water nestled against his skin.

“Bonnie, I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

For a split second she panicked, tempted to steer the carriage in the opposite direction and hightail it for home. He was a big man, quite capable of bending her to his will, making her do whatever he desired with just his deep voice. Bonnie inhaled deeply. Isn’t this what she wanted? A man who wasn’t afraid to take her hand?

“I brought you some lunch.” Her voice came out in a high pitch and she winced. She cleared her throat and tried again to sound normal. “I wasn’t sure you’d stop work and take the time to eat.” She set the hand-brake and gathered her skirts in one hand,  prepared to climb down from the wagon by herself, but suddenly he was there and plucked her from her seat. He lifted her high in the air. She squealed, grabbing onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. His sinewy flesh bunched beneath her fingers. She looked down and saw the amusement sparkling in his eyes. He pulled her close until their bodies met, then brought her down so her mouth aligned with his. For a brief, exhilarating second, Bonnie thought for sure he’d kiss her with those sensuous lips. Instead, he slowly, sinfully lowered her to the ground, her body bumped and scraped against every bulge and hard plane of his frame.

He bent his head, half his face cast in shadow. “You made me lunch? And here I thought you came by for a spanking.”



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“Look at me.” Nathan hadn’t shouted, yet the command was still there. She met his eyes. “Demure doesn’t suit you. A woman’s temper doesn’t frighten me in the least.” He swallowed a mouthful of coffee, set the cup down and ran his thumb up and down the curved handle. “Especially if she’s a beautiful woman in need of a firm hand.”

Bonnie envied the coffee cup he was stroking. She eyed those hands and jealously hit hard. No doubt a man as handsome as he had had his fair share of women. How many women had been lucky enough to lie over his thighs, feel the weight of his palm? “Mr. Holt, are you implying that I need a firm hand?”

“All females need a firm hand at one time or another. Some learn from the very first spanking they received from their pa, some like to push for more.” He lowered his voice. “I’m thinking you like to push for more. Am I right?”

Smooth as melted butter. Oh, he was good, so good she may have to go home and change her bloomers. She clenched her thighs. Time for a change of subject before she really embarrassed herself.  “I don’t know what you said to Mr. Fogerty, but he sure left in a hurry.”

If he noticed her evasion of the question he didn’t let on. “The man’s an idiot.”

“It was my fault. He used his fork for half the meal, then had the nerve to demand another one, saying it was dirty. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and got him another, instead I wiped it on the tablecloth and shoved it in his face. I’m doing my best to control my temper, but it’s not going all that well.”

“And why would you be doing that?” Nathan prompted.

“Mother says a man doesn’t want to come home to a temperamental wife at the end of a work day, that’s why.”

“Now, don’t go clumping us men all together. I don’t mean no disrespect, but I have to disagree with your Ma on that. Take a man’s point of view, mine anyway.  Coming home to a meek, prim wife doesn’t sound like all that much fun.” Her eyes widened. He leaned forward, green eyes sparkling, one corner of his mouth curved upward. “Don’t get me wrong, losing ones temper over every little thing isn’t all that attractive, but I have my own way of dealing with short tempers. If you were my wife, you’d be over my knee and spanked hard.”

Lordy, it was getting awfully hot in here. Bonnie wasn’t sure how to reply to that remark. She ached between her legs something awful. She couldn’t focus on anything else but the image he had created in her mind. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. Do you want to know what else I think?”

A proper lady would get up and walk away, but Bonnie couldn’t move a muscle even if she wanted to. She licked her lips. “What?”

“I think you are a woman in dire need of physical correction.



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Charlotte, “Stop threatening me.” Slade, “Stop giving me grief.”

Sparks fly the moment Charlotte (aka Charley) and Slade meet.

Charlotte cast one last glance at the huge platform behind her. The journey by train had gone off without a hitch. No one seemed to notice the young boy seated by himself.

Clutching her bag to her chest, she weaved her way through the crowd, anxiously searching for the stage depot. When she found it, she hurried forward and paid her passage to Kansas. A man who introduced himself as Smitty took her bag and threw it on top of the stagecoach. He merely pointed to the small rickety ladder provided and she slowly climbed aboard. Once she was seated, another passenger had arrived. He was almost inside when the ladder swayed. Alarmed, he lunged and landed at Charlotte’s feet. She immediately reached out, but he waved her hand away and climbed onto the seat by himself. Another five minutes had passed and when no one else showed up to board, Smitty shut the door. They were on their way to Kansas. Charlotte made herself more comfortable and closed her eyes.
“Whoa, Smitty, hold up a minute.”
Charlotte’s eyes shot wide open and she immediately straightened in her seat, anxious to see to whom that deep, booming voice outside the coach belonged. Her heart thumped wildly. The door swung open and she almost burst into a fit of nervous giggles.
Staring was downright rude, but she couldn’t keep herself from ogling the handsome man. This was the closest she had ever gotten to a real cowboy since she had been a little girl and she was going to enjoy every minute of it as a woman. Besides, he probably wouldn’t give a hoot if she crossed her eyes and poked out her tongue.
His barely there nod set her tummy to flutter. He was so tall he had to hunch down or his head would have surely bumped the top of the coach. She only had a second to note how his broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist before he sat down. Denim pants wrapped snugly around muscled thighs and long legs. Her gaze settled upon his large hands and a tingle started at her toes, traveled up her legs, shot straight up to her hairline and settled between her legs. Charlotte clenched her pelvic muscles and it felt as if she had wet herself. She licked her lips and continued her perusal. There was a hint of a mustache on his upper lip and his chin sported dark stubble. Tiny lines at the corner of his eyes gave him a mature appearance and added to his appeal. She closed her eyes and sighed. She had to admit, he was much better looking than her dream man. Too bad she had to pretend to be a boy. She would have liked to practice a little flirting.
* * * * *
Slade grew more annoyed with each passing minute. Surely, the young brat seated across from him had been schooled in proper behavior. Staring was rude. Where were the kid’s parents? He was way to young to be traveling by himself. Maybe he was an orphan. A scrawny orphan at that. A strong wind could easily blow him over and those effeminate features had to be a curse. Slade had no doubt the poor kid had been a brunt of many jokes regarding his gender. Slade despised bullying of any kind. The very idea of the young boy possibly being subjected to abuse sickened him. Even though the boy irritated him, he’d make sure he came to no harm on the trip to Swiftwater. After that, the boy was on his own.

Slade tugged at the brim of his hat to cover his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He was bone tired, but the trip to Cheyenne had been worth it. His bid had landed the pure bred bull Silas Henry, his boss and most of all, his friend, had wanted. The animal should arrive within a couple of days. Silas was a good, decent man. Slade had been a drifter since the age of eighteen after his parents had perished in a fire. As soon as he had given them a proper burial, he packed what few possessions he could scarf from the rubble and left Wyoming. He had spent the next five years picking up odd jobs here and there, riding herd, mending fences, branding cattle, and suffered through a few cattle drives, which he intended to avoid as much as possible. Then, the day came when he just didn’t want to roam anymore. At twenty-three, he decided Kansas would be his last stop. What cash he had saved was running out fast. He only had enough to stay in a hotel for a few days while he looked for work. By the time his money ran out, he had landed a job as foreman for Silas Henry on his cattle ranch. That was five years ago and the ranch was thriving.
Silas usually made the trip when it came to purchasing his own livestock, but this particular time a family crisis had kept him close to home. The wire his ex-wife had sent from Boston had him half out of his mind with worry. According to the missive, their daughter had taken off on her own and was on her way to Kansas. Slade muttered a curse. A woman traveling alone was just an open invitation for vermin. Silas should have taken his daughter in hand years ago. He had heard stories about Charlotte from old Buzz, a close friend of Silas’s. She had always been headstrong and it sounded as if she hadn’t changed.
He switched his thoughts to Bonnie, the pretty blonde he’d escorted to a few church socials during the past month. Bonnie was well behaved, quiet and polite. She’d make a good wife. Slade sighed. He had to make up his mind. He wasn’t getting any younger. Perhaps it was about time he picked a wife and had some children of his own. Bonnie was docile and wouldn’t give him a lick of trouble. She was a good cook and very easy on the eyes. He wasn’t in love with her, but was love really that important in a marriage? He’d be a faithful husband, a good provider and he wouldn’t raise his hand in anger. That should be enough. Besides, if he waited too long, time would pass him by and he’d turn into an old geezer like Buzz. He hadn’t made any promises to Bonnie. He hadn’t touched her inappropriately. Perhaps it was time he bit the bullet and proposed.
Slade adjusted his hat on his head and thoughts of marriage and kids flew out the window. Blasted kid was still eyeballing him. He should take off his belt and whip the boy’s backside good. As far as Charlotte Henry was concerned, all he could do was hope the young woman came to no harm. She was most likely miles away from here. He might be too far away to protect her, but this young boy was within his reach and he intended to teach him a lesson or two about manners. “Something on your mind, son?”
* * * * *
Heat flamed Charlotte’s cheeks and blazed a trail straight to her hairline. Darn, he had caught her staring. “Um-” She cleared her throat and spoke more gruffly. “No, sir.”
“Then quit staring.”
Ordinarily, she would have taken offense at his reprimand, but she sat there like a fool. He had pushed back his hat and his steely blue eyes took her breath away. “I-I apologize.” She swallowed hard and turned away. Felicia had been wrong; this cowboy was very mannerly and handsome.
The thin man seated beside her spoke for the first time. “Surely, Mr…”

Charlotte couldn’t stop herself from looking at the cowboy once again. One dark brow arched. “Slade Hazard.” He offered his hand. “And you are?”
“Basil, Basil Hornberger.” Both men leaned forward, shook hands, then fell back against their seats. Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. Slade’s hand had completely enveloped Basil’s.
“Are you related to the boy, Mr. Hornberger?”
Basil shook his head. “No, why do you ask?”
Charlotte’s temper flared. “The ‘boy’ is right here. Don’t be rude and discourteous by speaking over me.” Her fury was aimed directly at the cowboy.
“For a kid who’s barely out of the schoolroom, your impudence is not appreciated. Respect your elders,” he countered sharply.
The nerve of the man! She was not a kid. She’d been out of the schoolroom for over a year. She threw back her shoulders proudly. “I am nineteen and have the right to voice my opinion.” His big hands clenched and he straightened in his seat. Charlotte was surely within a hair’s breath away from being throttled.
Suddenly, the interior of the rocking coach seemed awfully small. Apparently, he wasn’t used to being spoken to in such a belligerent manner. In all honesty, he had made a valid point. She had been taught to respect her elders. “Again, I apologize. As long as we’re introducing ourselves, my name is Charley. In answer to your question, Mr. Hazard, Mr. Hornberger and I are not related.” For some unknown reason she didn’t want to be at odds with the man. As a matter of fact, she hoped to enjoy herself in his company even though she had to keep up her pretense and act like a boy. She wondered what he’d do if he knew she was a woman. Would he be as quick to reprimand or would he tip his hat and beg for her forgiveness?
A swathe of hair fell in disarray across his tanned forehead and he removed his hat. With his black wavy hair, blue eyes and muscular form, he put the dandies back in Boston to shame. The material wrapped around her chest tightened and she had difficulty breathing. Charlotte panicked and poked her head out the window for some much needed air and got a face full of dust instead. A fit of coughing plagued her.
“Here, it’s clean.”
A handkerchief landed in her lap. Slade’s throat was now bare and she watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he spoke to Basil. “In answer to your question before we were so rudely interrupted, there is a reason why I asked if the two of you were related. I had hoped the kid wasn’t traveling by himself.” He directed his gaze at Charlotte once again. “Staring is also rude and discourteous, Charley. Pick the wrong man and you might find yourself face down in the dirt with your ass sticking up in the air and getting more than you bargained for.”
Charlotte gasped. Her overactive imagination conjured up a picture of what he had described and her stomach churned with disgust. Only a monster would do such a thing to a young boy. Surely such human depravity did not exist. She’d rather believe the world was a much better place. Charlotte dabbed at her face with the handkerchief he had carelessly flung in her direction. His scent permeated her nostrils. Sweat, man, and a hint of mint. Oddly pleasing. Keeping the checkered cloth for her personal enjoyment would more than likely raise an eyebrow. She thanked him for his hospitality and turned away. The train ride had been quiet and uneventful. There was absolutely no reason why this short trip to Swiftwater couldn’t be the same. All she had to do was close her eyes for a spell and keep her mouth shut.
* * * * *
Deafening gunshots woke Charlotte from a fitful sleep.

Slade twisted in his seat and stuck his head out the window. “Smitty, what the hell’s going on?” He ducked back inside seconds before another round of shots were fired.
“Someone’s taking shots at us.”
No shit. The coach hit a bump and bounced straight up into the air, sending Slade sprawling across the seat. Sonofabitch!
“I could sure use some help up here, Mr. Hazard. Got no one riding shotgun on this trip.”
“On my way.” He slid to the opposite side of the seat, but the tug on his pant leg prevented him from swinging out the window. He hunkered down in front of the kid and swore he’d never seen such a stunning pair of green eyes. In that instant, Slade knew he’d burn in hell for admiring such traits on the boy. It was perverted. He must be losing his mind.
“Where are you going?”
Slade cleared his throat and spoke more sharply than he had intended. “Up above to help the driver. Keep your head down and out of the way.” Those eyes shone with tears and he muttered a curse. “Don’t worry, Charley. I’ll get us out of here safe and sound.” Basil was out of sight, huddled under the seat. Slade readied to lunge out the window, but another shot exploded, followed by a resounding crack of a whip. The coach burst into full speed and Slade was flung backward on the seat.
Caught off guard, Charlotte was thrown forward and landed headfirst between his wide spread legs. Her fingers sank into his upper thighs.
Holy shit! Slade pushed her roughly to the floor. Damn, he had to get out of here. The kids’ face in his lap and shaken him more than he cared to admit. “Both of you stay down,” he barked, annoyed at himself for having these abnormal reactions toward a young boy. It was wrong. He switched his focus to the matter at hand. Once they were out of this mess, he’d head to the nearest saloon and partake of some female company.
Slade couldn’t recall the last time a stagecoach had been held up in these parts. Sheriff Tom Davis was a stickler for the law. The burly man despised trouble and made certain the citizens of Swiftwater behaved accordingly and visitors knew the rules. Whoever was out there would regret their actions.
Slade poked his head out the window. Swirls of dirt surrounded the stagecoach. Off to the left, he was able to make out three riders who were bearing down on them fast and, wait a minute… one of them had a gun pointed directly at him. Nah, couldn’t be. Not taking any chances, Slade ducked just as a loud whiz zipped over his head and passed through the window on the opposite side.
“Sir, please mind your language. We have a young boy here.” Basil’s high-pitched voice sounded from under the seat.
Slade gritted his teeth. Language hell, he almost pissed himself. That blasted shot had been too close for comfort. “Basil, the farthest thing from my mind is the use of proper language when I’m getting shot at.”
“There’s no need to be sarcastic, Mr. Hazard.” Slade swore again for the hell of it. A sudden movement sent his temper soaring. He snared Charlotte by the back of the shirt, spun her around and shook her roughly. “I thought I told you to stay down? Keep your nose to the floor.” He delivered a sound whack to the seat of her pants.
Charlotte sank to the floor. “Don’t yell me,” she snapped. “And don’t you dare strike my person again.” She reached under the seat and pulled out his hat. “Your poor hat has a hole in it.” She poked her finger through the ragged tear. “See?”

Slade ground his back molars until his jaw hurt. Don’t strike my person? Good Gawd! “Better than a hole in my head, don’t you think? You need a trip to the woodshed and not for chopping wood.”
“And you should be horsewhipped for beating me, you flea bitten cur.”
Flea bitten cur? A biting retort died on his lips as the coach slowed to a crawl and finally shuddered to a complete stop. Pounding hooves circled once, then all was quiet except for a snort here and there from the winded horses. Slade got into Charlotte’s personal space. “You keep your mouth shut, you hear?” He reached for his gun.
“I’m gonna open this door real slow like. Toss any weapons out first or the driver gets a hole in his head!”
So much for a sneak attack. Slade held up his gun. Rebellion lit the kid’s eyes for a mere second, then quickly disappeared. Slade had to admire the kid’s spunk, but now was not the time to play the hero. “I mean it. You mind what I said, Charley. So help me if you cause a lick of trouble I’ll peel a layer of skin off your hide.”
“Stop threatening me.”
“Stop giving me grief.”
The door opened and they both shut up. Sunlight and dust filtered inside the stuffy coach. “Toss the hardware.”
The terse order grated on Slade’s nerves. As the dust cleared, his eyes landed on the gunman and he near flew into a rage. All of them wore bandanas, but judging from the pitch of his tone, Slade was sure the one making all of the demands couldn’t be much older than Charley. Christ, they were bested by a kid. He’d take a chance and tackle him, but the other two men on horseback were watching closely.
Slade chucked his gun and jumped. Since his parents had been taken from this world way too early in life, he had given up on prayers. They had been good people and didn’t deserve to die such a horrible death. He still had issues with the Lord in that respect, but today he offered up a deal. If the little irritant in pants obeyed his order and remained quiet, he’d get his butt to church.
Charlotte stood poised in the doorway and Slade tensed. What was the kid waiting for? The last thing they needed was an agitated gunman.

#Saturday #Spanks Blog Hop!

Saturday SpankingsWelcome to #Sat #Spanks! I’ve been MIA for a while. Working on ‘Wild for You’, my sequel to ‘Charley’s Pride‘ and I’m happy to say it’s just about finished. Some polishing up is needed. Charley’s Pride’, is more on the sweet side, but ‘Wild for You’ is spicy hot. ;). If you’ve read CP, you’ll remember the secondary characters, Nathan Holt and Bonnie Blakely. Nathan and Bonnie have only one brief scene is CP, but the two were immediately attracted to one another.

Turns out that, Nathan and Charlotte aka ‘Charley’, are brother and sister. Something they both didn’t know. Once things get rolling, I’ll be sure to share some snippets. Today my eight sentences are from Charley’s Pride and her tangle with Nathan.  Don’t forget to check out the list below my post for some more snippets. Have a great weekend!

Setting the scene,

Nathan holds up the stage Slade and Charley are riding on. So far, no one’s guessed Charley is a female. Nathan really isn’t a bad guy and decides to let them go, but Charlotte doesn’t like bullies. This wasn’t her first clash with the ‘bandit’, but she couldn’t let him leave without telling him what she thought about his bullish ways.

“Hey you, big man with the gun.”

Nathan halted in his tracks and swung around. “You can’t be talking to me, kid.” He sounded shocked and looked surprised.
“Want to bet?” Charlotte marched up to him and stood nose to nose. “You shot at this stage, bullied Basil and for what? Just for some sick fun?” She kicked him in the shins. “How’s this for fun?”

Of course, Poor Slade is wincing right about now. They had a chance to get away and the Charley blew it.


Separated from her father for ten years, Charlotte was determined to leave Boston and travel to Kansas with or without her mother’s permission. Propriety be damned! If it wasn’t proper for a young girl to travel alone, she would disguise herself as a boy.

A man was considered lucky if he had a steady job,  a roof over his head and an obedient wife. Ranch foreman Slade Hazard already had two out of the three. A couple of docile ladies lived in Swiftwater, Kansas, and would fit his needs nicely. He might not be in love, but he’d be a faithful husband, a good provider and hopefully, in due time, a father. Yep, he knew exactly what he wanted, that is, until he met Charlotte “Charley” Henry.

The train ride to Cheyenne had gone off without a hitch, just as Charlotte thought it would. The jaunt on the stage taking her to Swiftwater, Kansas, should be a cinch.  Even better, the tall, broad shouldered man sharing the stagecoach was a dream come true. A pity she couldn’t reveal her true gender to the handsome Slade Hazard, and try a bit of flirting. Then the stagecoach is held up by a trio of bandits. Slade is determined to keep the passengers safe, even if he has to threaten the unruly ‘boy’ with a good strapping.

Charley’s sassy mouth lands her into trouble and when the truth of her gender is in danger, she has no choice. She must reveal herself to Slade.

Charlotte had never been spanked in her entire life, but Slade soon remedies the matter more than once. Her dream man wouldn’t dare take her across his knee, but would she be content with a man she could run roughshod over?

Slade thought he knew what he had wanted in a wife, but he actually enjoys sparring with the fiery redhead. Is it possible to fall in love at first sight? When Charlotte disappears just as the prisoner is released, more than one man fears for her safety. But who will find her first?





Saturday SpankingsHappy New Year! So far so good, lol. Welcome to Saturday Spanks, aka #Sat #Spanks, a weekly blog hop for spankos and spankees 😉 I’m sharing eight sentences <ahem> perhaps a smidgen more, but they’re short, from ‘To Have and To Scold.’ My story is book 5 in The Sons of Johnny Hastings box set. There are other post to enjoy so don’t forget to click on the link below my post.  Have a great weekend!

Annie’s been sweet on Matthew Caine ever since she was a young girl. Even though she’s a grown woman, he still considers her a little brat, that is until he catches her working in a saloon wearing a low cut dress and showing off her knees. Furious, he grabs a hold of her wrist, but she pulls free.

“You’re coming with me real peaceful like or else.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he shot back and snatched hold of her wrist once again. “One more word and I’ll
turn you over my knee right here and tan you proper.”
Annie pursed her lips and gave his arm another yank. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He chuckled dryly. “How long have we been neighbors, Annie?” She opened her mouth
and he cut her off with a stern glower. “I’ve known you since the day you were born. You’ve
pestered me from the moment you began to walk. You know darn well that whenever I
threatened you with a spanking I made good on my threat, didn’t I?”


#SAT #SPANKS “You are in so much trouble, Mrs. Caine.”



Saturday SpankingsHi. Welcome to another Saturday Spanks. Time sure is flying by. Sigh, soon Christmas will be here and gone.

If you recall, last week Annie came outside wearing a pair of pants. Matt had forbidden her to do so. He didn’t want the other men staring at his wife’s sexy backside, but Annie was in a mood and wore them anyway.


“You are in so much trouble, Mrs. Caine.”  He kept a tight hold on her upper arm and she had to run to keep up with him as he propelled her through the front yard and into the house.

Without taking his eyes off her Matt unbuckled his holster and set it on the small table next to the door. Annie swallowed hard when he didn’t stop there and reached for his belt buckle. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but it appears I’ve been lax in my duties as a husband.”

She winced at the sound of leather sliding through denim. Annie backed a step, then another and watched as Matt folded the belt carefully in half and held it tightly in his big hands. “Get upstairs and wait for me.” She hesitated.  “Now!”


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