Maggie Carpenter

Master Zane by Maggie Carpenter

Today we are looking at Master Zane, the Rogue Aristocrat from Maggie Carpenter. This is book 3 in her Alpha Male Master Series.

How does a French Casanova fall under Cupid’s spell?

Zane De'Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesn’t remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.

It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentleman’s home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.

Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! That’s what she’s told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.
She believes she’s safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen…then everything goes black.

Disclaimer: Master Zane the Rogue Aristocrat is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. N

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Excerpt:

Zane shook his head. Would the girl never stop surprising him? Confessing that she wanted to stay with him had taken courage.

“That must have been difficult,” he murmured. “Thank you for being brave and honest. You’re done for now, but you’ll find yourself back here if you don’t behave. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”
“We still have some matters to discuss but it’s very late,” he said helping her up. “I’m tired and I’m sure you are too.”

“I am, and my bottom is stinging like mad.”

“If you do foolish things around me that’s what will happen. Knowing that, do you still want to stay here?”

“Uh…can I answer that later?” 

“No, you must answer me now.”

“You’re so hard.”

“I’m not hard, you’re just spoiled. Do you still want to stay knowing you’ll be subject to my discipline?”

“Yes,” she mumbled staring at the floor. 

More about Maggie Carpenter:

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website. To sample her work for free, go to www.3FreeBooks.com.

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Motorcycle Master by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter is back with another book! Motorcycle Master (Bad Boy Angel book 1) is the latest from this brilliantly prolific author.

He aches to fist her hair and crush her lips.

To consume her

To make her his.

Blurb: Marco D’Angelo is living a lie. Tall, powerful, brooding, and intimidating, he’s the muscle for a nefarious motorcycle gang, but he has been working undercover for the D.E.A., chasing a shadowy drug lord.

For two long years Marco has been forced to remain a loner, his life in constant danger, but when Kat Baldwin joins the club, he suddenly finds himself in a quandary.

Rebellious, raven-haired and green-eyed, wearing leathers that cling to her voluptuous curves, she takes his breath away. Though his keen instinct tells him there’s more to Kat than meets the eye, and she’s trouble with a capital T, he can’t ignore the intense chemistry blazing between them.

Faster than his bike can race, Marco is under orders to spank her, but when the punishment is over, she shocks him. Chastised women drop their gaze, but not the emerald-eyed vixen. She stares up at him with unwavering scrutiny, and just minutes later she dares to challenge him.

Warning: Motorcycle Master (Bad Boy Angel book 1) is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt: Marco was walking at a snail’s pace not just to build anticipation; he was studying her. There was no fear in her unwavering gaze, and the slightest hint of a smile was curling the edges of her lips. His hard hand would deliver a hot sting even through her leather pants, and he had every intention of making the discipline count, not just because Kratos had ordered it, but for her own protection. If she pulled her crap on others in the club, they might do a whole lot worse than redden her backside.

He had a choice; bend her at the waist, or take her to the couch against the wall and throw her across his lap. She’d feel his strength if he held her against his body, but she’d suffer greater humiliation over his knee. Suspecting she’d need more punishment in the future, he decided to save the trip across his lap for another time.

Quickening his pace he strode behind her. Startled, she turned, and darting forward he wrapped his arm around her waist. Her yelp of surprise elicited a guffaw from Kratos, and though Marco was all business, as he studied her leather-clad curvaceous backside, he felt a surge of lust. Attempting to ignore it, he lifted his eyes to his boss and waited. If Kratos held up ten fingers it would mean he wanted Marco to blister her bottom, and Marcos suddenly found himself furious with the girl for pushing the envelope. He had no desire to hurt her. He had no desire to hurt anyone.

“You got a nice ass on you girlie. Maybe we should strip off those pants. On the other hand, your cheeks sure look good wrapped up in that leather,” Kratos declared, taunting her. “I’m gonna leave ‘em on this time. Mess up again though, and it’ll be your naked backside feelin’ the sting.”

Marco knew the man dropped his g’s for effect. Kratos wanted her to see him as street and tough. Usually he didn’t care. Sometimes he didn’t even watch when Marco exacted his discipline. Praying it didn’t mean his boss wanted a strict spanking, Marco said a silent thank you when Kratos lifted only one hand; the spanking was to be more a warning than a punishment. Considering the girl’s lack of respect it was lenient.

Opening his palm, Marco landed the first smack her right cheek, followed by a second, and a third. On the fourth she let out a squeal. He landed two more on the same spot for an even six. She squirmed, and he waited for her to settle before repeating his punishment on her left cheek, delivering the same number of slaps with equal force.

“Really?” she suddenly hissed. “I get it. You can stop now!”

Though surprised by her outburst, Marco didn’t respond. It was time to move his hand to the sensitive area where her thighs met her bottom. He tightened his hold. It was a signal for her to prepare, and he hoped she was smart enough to catch it. He heard a sharp intake of breath. She understood.

Lifting his flattened palm he let it fly, smacking without pause. There was no count, just the flurry of solid slaps, and when she let out a cry of protest, he added a few more to satisfy Kratos. He was done, but was his leader satisfied.

Hot trailer

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More about Maggie Carpenter:

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women whobring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.

Connect with Maggie Carpenter:

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Protecting Paige by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter has a new book out and one reviewer says Protecting Paige (No Easy Task) may be her best book yet. If you know Maggie’s books, that says a lot!

Genre: Erotic romance, spanking romance

Blurb:

Cole Barrington, a sexy dominant and a movie producer with a reputation as a player, has been haunted by one particular young lady who unexpectedly tugged his heart strings during a five-day romp on a tropical island. Why she ducked his calls on their return he has no idea, and the question still shadows him.

Paige Brooks is a publicist, and when she learns she must accompany Cole to an annual charity event at the same Caribbean island where she’d spent an idyllic week with him, she grits her teeth and clenches her fists. The man broke her heart. How can she possibly get through it?

Thrown together on a tiny seaplane, as they fly to the private island where the event is to be held, fate throws them an unexpected curve ball. Forced to land near a tiny uninhabited island, they suddenly find themselves completely stranded and alone. Their intense attraction soon fires their passion, and when they’re drawn into a wild treasure hunt, Cole must use his dominant skill to control the impetuous woman from the perils surrounding them.

If you enjoy a suspenseful romance starring a take-charge alpha male, and a feisty young woman with a sharp wit and impetuous nature, look no further than this panty-melting page-turner from Maggie Carpenter.

Disclaimer: Protecting Paige is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Trailer: https://youtu.be/pWW_bJrDYDA

EXCERPT

As Cole slipped her dress over her head, Paige rolled into him and urgently grabbed at the buttons of his shirt, but grasping her wrists he pushed her on to her back and pinned them on either side of her head.

“We’ve got all night,” he softly murmured, “and I’m going to make the most of every minute. Don’t move.”

Rising to his feet he leisurely stripped, then returning to lay at her side he slid her panties down her legs and popped the front fastener of her bra. As it sprung free he slid it down her arms and tossed it aside, then kneeling over her he gazed at her in wonder; the huge setting sun was cloaking her skin in a golden glow.

“You’re even more lovely than I remember,” he crooned, then straddling her body he sent his grasp back to her wrists, lowered his lips, and began kissing her neck.

“That makes me crazy,” she bleated. “I love it. I love it so much.”

“I know,” he purred traveling his lips across her shoulders towards her breasts. “I remember the things that make you crazy. I’ve relived them many times.”

She moaned in response, and as he drew in her nipples, sucking hungrily, she raised her chest to meet his mouth.

“Remember what I said?” he murmured lifting his head and locking her eyes.

“Ooh, don’t stop.”

“Does that mean you don’t remember?”

“I can’t stand it,” she complained, “remember what?”

“My promise to spank you. I promised when we were together before, and I promised you a few minutes ago. I think it’s time I kept that promise.”

“You’re going to do it now?” she gasped. “Right now?”

“Seems as good a time as any,” he said with a wicked grin, and releasing her wrists, he quickly flipped her on to her stomach and yanked up her hips.

“OH, MY GOSH! What are you doing?”

“You do have an incredibly spankable ass.”

“I can’t believe this! Why do I feel so—”

“So what?” he asked smoothing his hand over her backside. “So embarrassed?”

“Yes, and, ooh, I feel so weird.”

 “That’s natural, but I’ll bet…” he said, his voice trailing off as he slipped his fingers between her legs, “uh-huh, you’re soaked, and in a few minutes you’re going to be even more soaked. Now keep still, and don’t shout out like that again.”

“I didn’t mean to, I was just shocked.”

“I know you’ve been craving this.”

“How could I be craving something I’ve never had?”

“Now you’re just being coy. I think I’ll add a few extra slaps for that.”

“Okay, I have,” she said quickly, “but it’s weird and I don’t know why.”

“There is no why. It’s just how God made you, and I’m the other side of that coin. Are you ready?”

“I guess.”

“Nope, I need more than that.”

“Good grief.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Though her voice had been filled with trepidation, he’d also heard excitement, and raising his hand he brought it down with several quick slaps, not hard, but carrying a sting that would not disappoint her.

“OW.”

“I said no shouting.”

“Sorry.”

“Here, bury your head in this,” he suggested, reaching for her dress and handing to her.

“You mean I’ll need to?”

“You might. I won’t spank you too hard, but it’s still going to hurt.”

“Ooh.”

“Unless you’d rather I stop. Do you want me to stop, Paige?”

“Uh, no…no I don’t.”

“Right then, roll up your dress and bury your head.”

Though he didn’t think her yelps or the sound of his smacking hand would carry around to the rocky point to Jack’s ears, having her muffle her squeals in her dress added some extra spice to the moment, and waiting until she was settled, he began to land his slaps in an easy rhythm as he traveled his flattened palm across her cheeks. When she began to squirm, he moved his slaps lower, and after adding a few good swats to her sit spot, eliciting a series of mewling cries, he paused and ran his hand over her warm pink skin.

“How are you feeling?”

“Please will you touch me?” she begged, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

“That was not the answer to my question,” he said firmly, delivering a solid smack to the center of her bottom. “How are you feeling?”

“OW, did you have to do that?”

“And again,” he declared landing another hard slap.

“OWW.”

“How are you feeling?”

“My ass is stinging, how do you think I feel?”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” he muttered, shaking his head and grinning at her nerve. “Anything else?”

“Yes. I feel…”

“Go on, everything. Tell me everything.”

“Cole, I love it. I mean, I don’t but I do. I really do, I just don’t know why.”

“We don’t always need to know why we like something, now close your eyes and feel my hand rub away the burn. That was your introduction.”

More about Maggie Carpenter:

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.

Connect with Maggie Carpenter:

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The Wanton Widow by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter is back this week with her book, The Wanton Widow. If you know Maggie’s thrilling style, you won’t want to miss this book!

Mysterious strangers. Murder and Vengeance. Blazing Passion.

Blurb:

Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns society’s rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.

His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help. 

She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.

Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures.

Please note: The Wanton Widow is an adults-only book depicting a fantasy that includes spanking an adult woman, graphic sex, bondage, and sensory deprivation. Strong stuff but worth it. It these subjects offend you, please do not read this book.

Buy links:

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Excerpt

“Forgive me, Verity, but you are astoundingly immodest for an English woman. Most I’ve met, in fact, all the English ladies I have met, would have been mortified to be standing in their drawing room in the middle of the night with a complete stranger dressed in their nighttime garments.”

“I can assure you, I am not your average English Lady, either in my title or as a woman.”

“This I can see,” he nodded with a wry grin, “you are quite unique.”

“As are you,” she quipped, “and I suspect you are making these inappropriate comments in an attempt to change the subject. Who is it that you fear? Who are you watching for so diligently?”

“How can you be sure Cyrus was right?” he asked casually as he splashed some brandy into a glass. “Perhaps he is mistaken. Perhaps the way the wheel broke makes it appear to be have been meddled with when it wasn’t,” he said patiently, handing her the glass. “Perhaps it really was an accident and all perfectly innocent.”

“And perhaps you’re standing down here staring out the window because you enjoy watching the rain pour on to the front lawn, rather than the back lawn,” she said sarcastically. “Please, Mr. Fellini, do not take me for a light-headed female whose only interest is gossip and fashion.”

“My goodness, so quick to temper,” he said, an almost scolding tone to his voice, then softening his tone, he added, “forgive me, I do not wish to offend or insult you.”

“Then, please, tell me, why did you wish to hide the coach after the accident?”

“Shall we sit down?”

“Don’t you need to keep watch?”

“I might be somewhat over zealous. It is, as you said earlier, a dreadful night. I can’t imagine anyone wandering through the storm searching for me, or the count, but I worry. Worrying is what I do. Some people must plan, some people can sleep through anything, some-“

“Some people have a need to know,” she said sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“And that is you?”

“And that is me,” she said stridently, “and now you admit that someone might be looking for you.”

“Someone might,” he replied. “That I am willing to share.”

“Perhaps you could bring some life back to the fire,” she suggested. “It’s cold down here. Just enough to warm us for the few minutes we’ll be here.”

“Of course,” he said cordially, and placing his tumbler on the coffee table, taking the long steel rod from the frame in which it stood, he poked at the softly glowing embers.

But Verity wasn’t particularly cold; she was unnerved. Having him pay attention to the fire, rather than her, would give her a moment to collect her thoughts, something she desperately wanted to do. He was having that strange affect on her again. The sparks were flying between them just as much as they were shooting from the log he was spurring, and she didn’t understand why, or what to do about it.

“There, is that better?” he asked, returning the poker to its holder and sitting back down opposite her.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Tell me, Verity, what is it you want to know?”

“Everything, of course.”

“Everything? That’s quite a bit,” he said with a faint smile.

“Who is it that pursues you, and why?”

“Who? I’m not entirely sure.”

“How can you not be sure?”

“It could be one of several people.”

“You have several people wanting you harmed? Why? How long have these people been after you? Is the count really a count? Quite frankly, you appear to be more a count than he does. Are you both whom you claim? I insist on answers, and I insist on them right now.”

Verity knew her voice was loud and rising in pitch, and she also knew why. It wasn’t her unanswered questions, it wasn’t her insatiable curiosity, it wasn’t even that he and the count were mysterious strangers. It had nothing to do any of that. It was the rising erotic fever in her body.

Sitting across from him in front of the gently flaming fire, seeing the glow reflected in his extraordinarily blue eyes and feeling his magnetic pull, was more than she could bear. She wanted to taste the brandy still wet on his lips, she wanted to open her robe, lift her nightgown, and settle herself on the ramrod she knew was hiding in his trousers.

Maggie Carpenter in her own words:

Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.

BEST OF 2015: SPANKING ROMANCE REVIEWS (click on the titles to see the books)

WHEN A COWBOY LOVES A WOMAN

(Contemporary Western)

THE WARRIOR AND THE MISCHIEVOUS WITCH

(Paranormal)

HER DOCTOR IN CHARGE

(BDSM Medical)

His Willful Bride

(Victorian)

Connect with Maggie Carpenter on social media:

www.youtube.com/channel/UC34D1JhwfFecUe6-ebPbC-w

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Tucker's Justice by Maggie Carpenter

I’m delighted to have the amazing Maggie Carpenter on my blog. Male dominance/ female submission is her passion and what she writes about. Her alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There's a little bit of her in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship she had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with her on I AM A DOMINANT, she was thrilled. That book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.

Maggie is an old-fashioned romantic, complete with her own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heartfelt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all her novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, Maggie is blessed to share her life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to her heart.

Let’s look at her critically-acclaimed book, Tucker’s Justice (Wild West Cowboys Book 1) from Stormy Night Publications.

BLURB

When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge won’t be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.

From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isn’t long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.

Tucker didn’t come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker can’t get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distraction?

Publisher’s Note: Tuckers Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy links:

Amazon │Barnes & Noble  

EXCERPT:

She continued to protest, but raising his hand, he brought it down with a strong smack, immediately following it with another, and then another, rapidly moving his flattened palm from cheek to cheek. Her yowl of pain told him her split skirt wasn’t providing as much protection he’d thought it might, and he continued to land his hot hand with slap after slap, covering every inch of her backside. Her yelps and howls grew louder, and increasing the force and tempo, he delivered a flurry of strong, stinging smacks to the center of her bottom.

“Owww, owww, please,” she wailed. “No more! My bottom is burning!”

He believed her. The spanking had been forceful, and though covered with material, he had no doubt her bottom was on fire.

She’d been fervently wriggling, so he paused to let her catch her breath, planning on finishing with several more hard swats as he scolded her, but the sound of horses’ hooves snatched his attention.

“Dagnabbit,” he muttered, pulling away his leg. “Get up and go join your mare.”

Grabbing her bottom, rubbing it and whimpering as she hurried away, she climbed through the planks of wood rather than open the gate, and moving around her horse to the corner, she gingerly slid down.

As she slipped into the shadows, Tucker doused the lantern, then walked quickly to the barn door and opened it just enough to peer through the darkness across to the cabin. In the moon’s light, he counted five men gathered in front of the hitching post. Two jumped off their horses, and marching onto the porch, they began banging on the door. Getting no response, they split up, moving around the cabin and staring through the windows. When it became obvious there was no one inside, they returned to their gang and climbed into their saddles. Tucker could hear talking, but couldn’t make out the words, then one of them pointed to the barn. For a moment he held his breath, then to his great relief they left, cantering back toward the town. He waited until they had disappeared before closing the door and relighting the lantern.

“You can come out now,” he called. “They’re gone.”

Rising up from the straw, Dolly moved past her mare and out of the gate. Tucker still looked angry, and she didn’t blame him. It must have been a shock to see her riding down the middle of Main Street, but she was none too happy either. He could have at least let her explain before hauling her over his knee and spanking her so hard she thought her skirt might catch on fire.

SMOKIN’ HOT TRAILER

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08JfffIhuUU 

 

BEST OF 2015: SPANKING ROMANCE REVIEWS

When A Cowboy Loves a Woman (Contemporary Western)

The Warrior and the Mischievous Witch (Paranormal)

Her Doctor in Charge (BDSM Medical)

His Willful Bride (Victorian)

 

Connect with Maggie Carpenter on Social Media:

www.youtube.com/channel/UC34D1JhwfFecUe6-ebPbC-w

www.MaggieCarpenter.com

facebook.com/maggiecarpenterwriter

Twitter:@magcarpenter2