Jane Henry's fabulous Surrendered on the Frontier is now available! Don't miss this one!
After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband
left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would
never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the
frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when
the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her,
Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but
loving dominance.
Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able
to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend.
Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire
over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves
Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when
Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.
Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous
behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow
tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can
she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her
fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?
Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a
stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It includes spankings and sexual
scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
He wanted me.
Until then, I'd never been desired like this, in a way that made me feel attractive and beautiful. With my husband, I was merely a vessel for him to use to satisfy his base desires. But for Samuel, it was different. He hungered for me even his firmest touches were gentle. Right then, I'd have allowed him to have his way with me. I'd have refused him nothing.
Until then, I'd never been desired like this, in a way that made me feel attractive and beautiful. With my husband, I was merely a vessel for him to use to satisfy his base desires. But for Samuel, it was different. He hungered for me even his firmest touches were gentle. Right then, I'd have allowed him to have his way with me. I'd have refused him nothing.
“You beautiful,
reckless, naughty little girl,” he whispered in my ear.
“I'm not a girl,” I
replied in protest.
“When you're with
me you are.”
My lady parts
tingled as one large hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
His mouth on mine again, we kissed as his hand kneaded my breast, one firm
thumb encircling my nipples straight through the fabric.
I knew I should
have protested. I should have insisted he court me, or sent him on his way. But
I did not care that we were not married. Samuel made me feel wanted for the
first time in my life, and I yearned for more.
I was pinned
beneath him now as he kissed me, bracing himself over me with one hand so he
wouldn't smother me, while the other was hiking up my skirts. My thighs
clenched together in anticipation as I felt the warmth of his hand on my
stocking. Blast the layers of clothing I was wearing! He smoothed a hand over
my drawers. My hips bucked. The intensity of my arousal had me near tears.
“Please,” I begged,
conscious of the desperation in my voice.
“Sit up,” he ordered.
“Undress yourself.”
Hastily I obeyed,
until I was wearing nothing but a thin chemise and drawers.
“Ah, so you will
obey,” he said. “Seems I may have found the key.”
I moaned in reply,
as he laid me back down, lowering himself over me again, his lips insistent and
probing. He kissed me as he pulled my drawers down, dipping a finger between my
legs to my most sensitive parts. My breath caught in my through as he stroked
me. The feeling was exquisite.
“Spread your legs,
honey,” he whispered. I obeyed, while he stroked me, his other arm holding me
close to him while we kissed. Two fingers plunged into my core. I gasped from
the sheer pleasure before he went back, stroking me. I was going to lose
control, with Samuel holding me tightly next to him. In minutes, the release
coursed through me, waves of ecstasy meeting in a delicious crescendo as he
stroked and pumped my sex. He kissed me slowly, softly, holding me until the
delicious spasms passed.
“You feelin'
better?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I replied
with a sigh. “You?”
He chuckled. “No,
but that'll be for another day. Today was about puttin' you in your place.”
I pursed my lips.
“Is that so?”
“It is. You'll
question me now, woman?” he said with a raised brow.
I smiled. “No,
sir,” I said, as meekly as a lamb.
“Sir, is it?” he
said. “I'm not sure you've called me that before.”
“No, sir,” I said,
closing my eyes as he lowered himself onto the bed next to me.
He chuckled. “Now
are you gonna be a good girl, get yourself dressed, and come bake me one of
your cakes, or am I gonna have to toss you over my shoulder and carry you on
over?”
“You and your
taunts,” I muttered. “Toss you over your shoulder! Spank your naughty little
bottom!”
He tilted a head to
me. Though his eyes twinkled, his voice was stern. “Oh, honey, those weren't
threats. Now get yourself dressed and let's go before I prove that to you.”
Not in the mood to
test him, subdued after he'd brought me to ecstasy, I obeyed.
A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends...can they
be lovers?
Begin Again, book one in the
Bound to You trilogy:
A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.
Come Back to Me, book two in the
Bound to You trilogy: Meredith
and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle
of dominance and submission.
Complete Me, book three in the
Bound to You trilogy:
The conclusion to the Bound to You trilogy, Meredith's trust in Paolo is
put to the test.
Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four
tales of punishment and pleasure.
My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn
for a taste of her amorous neighbor's kinky pursuits.
His Submissive: Matteo agrees to be Hillary's
Dominant...under certain conditions.
Her Protector: Can Tony be the Dom Tessa needs?
Claimed on the Frontier: Stern frontiersman Aaron Stanley
is determined to protect his headstrong new bride, even if means taking her
firmly in hand.
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in
short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen
was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge
(NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she
wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of
children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled
away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise
advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She
sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
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