The Gunslinger's Woman is out now!!
A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is
his quick draw enough to keep her safe?
Blurb:
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.
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.
“Lucy!”
The distressed cry woke Jeannie up from her doze and she sat bolt upright in
her chair. She leaned in closer to the bed where Danny lay and rested the back
of her fingers against his cheek. He was burning up, still. Doc Rogerson had
been and done all he could, but his parting words had been sobering ones: infection
had set in - whether or not Danny lived would be entirely up to him, and how
strong he was. There was nothing more the doctor could do.
For two days, Jeannie hadn’t left
his side. Maria had shown her how to clean the wound with carbolic acid and change
the dressings daily, and apply a warm herbal poultice using old techniques
handed down from her Grandmother, but besides the occasional moan, Danny hadn’t
stirred.
He clutched her hand that rested on
his cheek and squeezed it with surprising strength. “I’m so sorry Lucy. I’ll
kill him, I promise you!” His eyes didn’t open, and he dropped her hand that he
was holding.
“Danny!” She shook him, hopeful,
taking his distress as a promising sign. He was clearly delirious. Jeannie
didn’t know whether that was bad or good, but she decided that the strength in
his grip meant he must be getting better.
She picked up his hand and examined
it in the dim light. It was huge, and the skin on his palms was calloused and
rough. She ran her fingers over his knuckles; even his hands were well muscled.
The veins were visible on the back of his hand. A thick scar ran down the
leathery skin the length of his hand from his wrist to the base of his finger.
Turning his hand over between her fingers she traced circles with the
fingertips of her other hand, dragging her nails across the surface of his
palm. It must have tickled; he shuddered. His hand looked too worn to belong to
somebody so young.
She remembered how that hand had
felt against her body, how relieved she’d been to feel it guiding her down out
of the tree. How much pain it had inflicted when he’d spanked her, then how it
had caressed her so tenderly as he’d held her afterwards. She admired the speed
and dexterity she’d seen in his fingers when he’d shot that rabbit. Small
scratches and scars covered both sides of his hands, evidence of a harsh life,
a life spent fighting.
“Lucy.” He moaned again, and
thrashed around in the bed. “I’ll kill you Henry, you bastard,” he mumbled,
before falling still, sweat glistening on his brow.
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Congratulations Kelly! This sounds awesome, and hot! Enjoyed the excerpt, definitely has me intrigued :)
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Roz
Thanks so much Roz!
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