I'm so pleased to share with you all a western anthology by five awesome USA Today Bestselling authors! While I haven't read all the stories in this anthology, I have read books by all these authors and they are fantastic!
Cowboy Discipline: A Western Anthology
Five full-length novels by USA Today Best-Selling Authors
Go west where the men are sexy, dominant and very capable of setting fire in the hearts and seats of their women.
The Lawman by Vanessa Vale
Ellen Oldsmere, becomes a mail order bride for a complete stranger in the Montana Territory, fleeing Minneapolis. Her new husband is all that she'd imagined: handsome, virile and sexually skilled. But he's also the town sheriff and would surely arrest her if he found out her secret.
Ryder Graves is determined to find a bride of his choosing, wanting more than what is available in town. When Eleanor arrives, she meets all of his expectations, but not all she seems. Will he still want her when he learns the truth, or will his passion for the law make her face the consequences of her actions?
The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
A spitfire rancher. The dominant outlaw who takes her in hand.
Stranded in the west, Mabelle's been managing her dead sister's ranch alone for three months. The last thing she needs is the Curly James Gang pushing her around. She fights back, and finds herself over an outlaw's knee.
She wants to hate the good-looking outlaw, but he seems to have her best interest at heart and even risks his life to protect her from the rest of the gang. Still, a quick-to-spank outlaw with a bounty on his head isn't the sort of man for her. Or is he?
Rocky Mountain Rose
Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino
A cowboy with a broken heart. A dancing girl who’s sworn off men. Love blooms in the hardest hearts in the Wild West.
Feisty and independent, Rose is a dancing girl in the Wild West. When an evil brothel owner tries to claim her, it’s up to Lyle Wilder to rescue the jaded redhead. Lyle vows to protect Rose, even if he has to drag her kicking and screaming to safety. His firm discipline keeps his wild rose from danger, but can he convince her to let love grow?
Life After Rachel by Maren Smith
There weren't many folks who'd equate an Indian war party to a miracle, but Reverend John White did. He believed in miracles; it went with the job. But this particular miracle...well, it was a doozy and her name was Ane, the only surviving member of a doomed westward-bound wagon train.
In the span of a single day, the young Norwegian woman had lost her entire family, her husband, even her infant daughter. Having been in America for less than a month, she couldn’t even speak her rescuers’ language, but the Lord worked in mysterious ways and necessity had a way of making itself clear no matter what the obstacles.
So off Ane went, to a hardscrabble farm a few miles out of Redemption to care for the baby who needed her to survive and for the heart-broken man who, fight it though he tried, needed her even more.
Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
Liz will do anything to get away from her evil guardian, and she was prepared to disguise herself as a boy and look for work as a ranch hand. When Caroline, a stranger on the train next to her, sees through her "boy" disguise, and begs her to take her place as a mail-order bride, Liz doesn't hesitate long before saying yes. It's got to be easier than working on a ranch, and as a married woman with a new name, she'll be out of her guardian's clutches forever.
Wade Malone has been looking forward to his new bride for months, but when "Caroline" finally arrives, things don't exactly add up. For one, "Caroline" was supposed to be twenty-five years old; the woman who came off the train doesn't look a day above sixteen. He has a strong aversion to liars, particularly in a wife. But he's also a man who keeps his promises and whoever the woman is at his side, he's made a commitment.
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Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino
“It’s all right, Rose. It’s me, Lyle Wilder.”
She must have spoken out loud, because her words were muffled against his hand.
“I’m going to let you go now,” Lyle said. “Don’t scream.” His hand lifted, and Rose scrambled backwards, fumbling for her gun. She’d managed to hang onto her gun in the commotion, and now she brought the Deringer up, pointing it at the man in shaking hands. In the darkness, she sensed, rather than saw his hands go into the air.
“You gonna shoot me, Rose?” Breathing hard, she registered the amusement in his voice. He always was a smug bastard.
Catching her breath, she rallied. “Where am I?” A pause, and then a match struck. Light outlined the perfect contours of Lyle’s face as her sister’s husband regarded her soberly. “In a hotel. This is my room.” Keeping her aim fixed on him, Rose darted a glance around the room, a shabby replica of any other boarding house’s room like the ones she and Mary lived in.
Hands still in the air, Lyle slowly moved to a side table and lit the lamp. Rose backed into a corner, wondering if she dare kill the man her deceased sister had loved. Lyle watched her, a slight smile on his face. “You want to lower your gun?”
“No,” she said.
“Come on, Rose. This is how you repay the man who saved your life?”
“No. This is how I repay the man who destroyed it.” One second she was staring him down, then he moved, and the gun was aiming at nothing. Rose pulled the trigger, hearing the hammer click uselessly before Lyle’s long arms wrapped around her and locked her arms against his chest. She looked up into cold blue eyes.
“That’s a single shot Deringer, Rose. And you already shot a man tonight. You think I wouldn’t notice?” He was tall enough that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him—a rare thing since she was taller than most men.
Her lip curled. “I could only hope.”
“Careful,” he growled. “You are very, very close to making me lose my temper. You don’t want me to do that.” Her heart pounded, and she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, brushing his. She stared up into his sculpted features, taking in the lush lips and proud forehead, the dark hair brushing his collar. Pressed against him, she couldn’t help but notice the strength in his chest and arms, and the long, dark lashes around his brilliant eyes. It should be illegal for a man to be so beautiful. His scent, masculine and clean, rolled over her, and suddenly her limbs were weak, and her thoughts screamed, “Danger!” During the pause, his expression went from angry to curious. His blue gaze flickered down her face, and his lips parted. She couldn’t help it, inches from his mouth, her tongue came out and slowly licked her own lips.
“Rose.” His face softened, and she remembered herself. She shoved at him, going nowhere but at least putting in an effort to fight.
“Get your hands off me.” She slapped his away.
“What the hell?” He released her, and she took a step backwards then immediately went on the offensive.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, hands on hips. With her height and fiery hair, she knew her angry pose would strike fear into most men’s hearts. Lyle wasn’t most men.
“Saving your life,” he said, glaring down at her with the same force.
“I didn’t need saving,” she snapped. “I’m fine.”
“Far from it, Rose.” Lyle’s blue eyes flashed. “You waltz into Doyle’s town after all these years then throw yourself into a brawl. You could’ve been killed.”
“I can take care of myself, Lyle Wilder.” She tossed her head, sending red hair flying around her shoulders. “I’ve been doing it for years.”
“Really. Dancing on tables for a living in front of a room full of drunken men.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Quite a show you’ve got, Rosie May.”
“Shut your mouth,” she spat.
His eyes flashed at her. “You better start showing some respect, young lady, or I have half a mind to teach it to you.”
“No one asked you.” She started towards the door. “Take me back.”
“Not so fast.” Lyle pulled her towards him. She fought, but he was stronger and soon had her seated on the chaise, his hands on her shoulders. “Rose, stop. There are men out there looking for you. One of them is Otis Boone—fastest shot in this town, maybe the whole Territory.”
“Get off!” She fought, her fingers turning into claws headed for his face. He weaved out of the way, then caught her wrists and used them to pull her body over his lap.
“Stop! Help!” she shrieked.
“Shut it, Rose.”
“Go to hell!”
“If you won’t shut up, I’ll make you,” he growled. She started to scream, and he stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth. Writhing on his lap, Rose kicked her legs then felt his hand come down hard over her skirts. “Stop fighting, Rose. I am trying to help you.”
She shouted through the gag, and he smacked her bottom again and again. Even through her dress and petticoat, she could feel the blows warming her bottom. It didn’t quite hurt, but it was a warning, and she took it as such, going still and letting the fight drain out of her. She’d save her fury for when she wasn’t pinned over her enemy’s lap.
“Now,” Lyle said and pulled her to stand between his legs. “Can you keep a civil tongue in your head?” Breathing hard through her nose, she nodded. Still gripping her wrists, he pulled out the handkerchief then used it to wipe her mouth. The kindness in his touch gave her pause. His hands slid down her arms.
“You’re bleeding,” he muttered. She felt panic, and her fingers tore at her dress to see the rust colored marks on her white dress. Lyle’s hands were at her buttons, undoing them with expert fingers.
“Arms up, Rose,” he ordered, and when she didn’t obey, he forced them up, pulling her dress over her head. She stood in her petticoats and corset, too stunned by this turn of events to curse him.
Lyle loomed over her, and her arms automatically came up to cross over her chest, hiding her body from him. Something about being alone and unclothed with a man tore through her defenses, and shock started to take over, numbing her. Her body was her weapon, and it frightened her to have the power stripped from it so easily.
Bestselling author Lee Savino intends to do something big and important with her life, but most days can’t keep track of her wallet or her phone so she just stays in bed and writes. She's super excited about partnering with Blushing Books to publish her erotic Westerns, and hopes you are enjoying the fictional town of Royal, Colorado as much as she is.
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Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
“I don’t take kindly to liars. I told you I am an honest man. How can I trust you to be a good mama to my children if you will lie to me? And just what else have you lied about?”
“Stop, stop the wagon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come; you can just take me back to town. I understand if you don’t wa—” She dashed away the tears that were falling heavily, but it was no use. There were just too many.
“It’s too late for that. I am not happy with you right now, but we’ll talk—”
“I don’t want to do this; just take me back to town please. I shouldn’t have come, I’m really sorry I lied.” Her throat hurt from swallowing back tears. She was shocked and a little outraged a moment later when she heard Wade’s deep chuckle.
“I don’t work like that. We’re married now and we are both just going to have to deal with it. I am not happy to have a liar for a wife, but I know how to take care of that problem. I can assure you—you will not dare lie to me or anyone else again.” Those eyes went from narrowed to having one eyebrow arched high above the other.
Whatever he was insinuating made Liz squirm. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. If he didn’t like her, why wouldn’t he just let her go? He must be just like Uncle Rupert. She had to get away.
Without another thought or a plan, Liz jumped from the moving wagon. She hit the embankment on the side of the road and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg before she fell to her side and rolled. It took her a moment or two to orient herself when she came to a halt. She crawled to her knees and looked to the wagon that had already stopped. Wade swung down and was marching toward her. She climbed to her feet to stand. She needed to run, but when she put pressure on her right ankle, screaming pain ripped through her foot and lower leg.
“Are you hurt?” Wade demanded as his long legs ate up the distance between them. So much for an escape.
“No, I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m going to walk back to town. You are free to go on, to uh— find a better wife.”
“No, I’m just going to show you right now how it’s going to be. Come here.” He grabbed her arm, thankfully her right, and she was able to hobble with him as he dragged her to a fallen tree. He sat down and before she knew what had happened, she was bottom over top, across his lap, looking down at a line of ants. They were moving from a small mound of loose sand to a hole under the log.
“What are you doing? No! You let me go!”
One jarring swat fell on her seat and then another. She pushed against his legs, trying to sit up and twist. She had to get away! He pressed his free arm against her back, his strength against hers, and she had to lie back down. The swats kept falling, one cheek and then the other, building an intense amount of heat on her seat.
“You... you... you let me go,” she tried again.
“This is what is going to happen when you lie to me, little missy. I call the shots, you got that? No? Well, you will. I’m not making a good impression on you, am I?” He stopped swatting momentarily and Liz struggled, thinking maybe she could get away. But, no—he locked his leg over hers and lifted her skirt.
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The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
“Never wield a weapon you are unwilling to use,” he gritted, applying five smacks to the same exact place on one side, then moving to the other. “I nearly shot you before I realized who you were.” He paid special attention to the crease where her bottom met thigh, which she knew would make it difficult to sit later.
Somewhere in the confusion of managing the onslaught of stinging smacks, his words sank in and surprised her. He punished her not for trying to kill him, but for endangering herself?
“If you can’t pull the trigger, don’t even handle the weapon, do you understand me?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected with an extra hard smack.
He continued to pepper her entire bottom with spanks, the small surface area of the spoon traversing every inch of one cheek, then the other, then back to the first, until she panted from the burn.
He slowed down. “Do you even know how to fire a gun?”
“Not exactly,” she gasped.
He sighed and placed the spoon across the backs of her legs, running his calloused hand over her swollen buttocks. The roughness of his palm stung her sensitive skin, but even so, she relished the gesture, hoping it signaled an end to her chastisement.
“I am sorry,” she offered.
He brought his open palm down with a sharp slap. “You had better be.” His hand rubbed a circle over her heated flesh. Her heart pounded, though not from fear. The heat from her bottom seemed to travel between her legs as well, warming her most intimate area. She squirmed on his lap.
He must have taken her squirm as discomfort, because he lifted her to stand. Even in darkness, she did not want him to see her face, too humiliated by the punishment. When he pulled her to sit on his lap, she lurched off to escape.
He pulled her back and held her between his knees, his hands gripping and kneading her punished bottom. “You can sit here on my lap and we can talk, or you can go stand in the corner before you take another round over my knee. Which is it?”
Her bottom throbbed at the threat and her face burned with embarrassment. In fact, heat pulsed through her entire core at his words.
“Will there be a second round, regardless?” she asked.
One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. “Depends on how our talk goes.”
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and has been a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
Life After Rachel by Maren Smith
“Nei!” Shaking her head, she leaned away, dropping almost all the way to the floor in her fight to avoid his lap.
“Stop,” he commanded, but she erupted in a flurry of panic. Slapping at his hand, she yanked to free her arm, forcing Daniel back to his feet. He jerked her close, abruptly stilling her struggles when he caught her shoulders and shook her. “Don’t!”
Hands braced against his chest, she pushed back. She shook her head, her eyes tearing all over again. It was a look that would haunt him, but he knew better than to yield. Not when the lesson she needed to learn was this important.
Daniel pulled her in so close that when she sucked another panicked breath, he felt the tips of her breasts brush against his chest. It sparked an instant reaction within him, a reaction he forced himself to ignore.
“Stop,” he repeated, lower, darker, infinitely more threateningly. “Don’t you dare fight me. If you want to risk your life, fine. Be my guest. But you don’t do it with my son around your neck. You understand?”
Her lips parted as she winced as his hands tightened on her arms. To bruise her arms wasn’t his intent and he made himself relax his grip. He didn’t reclaim his seat until, her bottom lip trembling, the fight seemed to ease out of her. This time when he drew her down to lie across his lap, her only resistance was a stiffening of her legs and the faintest lean backwards. She shook her head, but the end result was inevitable. She was bent until she toppled face-down across his waiting thighs and her whole body became as tense as a plank of wood.
Wrapping his arm around the small of her back to keep her in place, Daniel caught the back of her skirts and drew them up over her shoulders. The excess folds fell over her head like a homespun drape.
“Nei,” Ane whimpered, kicking her feet up in an attempt to cover her backside.
“Don’t.” He pushed at each ankle until, reluctantly, her feet returned to the floor.
Hers was a muffled whimper when he untied the backs of her bloomers and skinned them down her legs, baring the blushing swells of her bottom for a proper dose of discipline. Three thick, angry welts crisscrossed her flesh where the length of his belt had struck her before. The livid red tail of one weal extended a good four inches down the back of her right thigh. The flesh there had a purplish tinge and by nightfall would likely be an ugly bruise.
Daniel covered the mark with his hand, for a moment so ashamed of himself that he almost let her go. Thoughts of Torn-Ear changed his mind, but in that moment he knew there was no way in hell he would use his belt on her again.
Her whole body tensed when his hand abandoned the back of her thigh.
“Nei.” She thrust a hand back, desperately warding off what she knew was coming. He had no idea even if she understood what he was spanking her for, but he caught her wrist anyway and pinned it under her belly and out of his way. It only made her struggles frantic all over again. “Nei! Nei!”
Yes, was in the first hard slap of his palm. Welts or no welts, he was resolved to make this spanking one she remembered for the rest of her life, and he lit into her with all the strength of his arm.
Author Bio for Maren Smith:
Fortunate enough to have married my Dominant, I am a wife, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series, of which Kaylee’s Keeper reached #1 on all Amazon.
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