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Her Alpha Cowboy by Mary Wehr

When she is caught stealing from the mercantile in a small Texas town, eighteen-year-old orphan Josephine Bolton faces the prospect of a jail sentence, but she is saved by the intervention of a local rancher who mistakes her for a boy and convinces the sheriff that some hard, honest work would be better for “Joe” than being brought before a judge and jury.

Logan West has even less patience for lying than he does for thieving, and when he discovers that he has unwittingly brought a beautiful young woman back to his ranch he puts Josephine over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly for her deception.

Despite her best efforts to ignore her attraction to Logan, the stern punishment leaves Josephine longing for the gruff, handsome cowboy to take her in his arms and claim her properly, and when he asks her to marry him she agrees. But after their wedding, Josephine cannot help wondering whether Logan proposed to her merely to keep up appearances. When she decides to run away again, will her firm-handed husband come looking for his naughty wife and bring her home?

Publisher’s Note: Her Alpha Cowboy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Mary Wehr

eBook Price: $4.95

Length: 47,800 Words

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The blue dress with a square neckline showed off the smooth mounds of her breasts, tempting him to dip his tongue between and seek out her nipples. He wondered if they were a pale pink or a deep rose. Her slender body was curved in all the right places. He wanted her over his knee again. He wanted to push his fingers inside her pussy and thumb her dark hole.

“Why, Logan?” She made a sweeping gesture with her hand. “By the looks of this house you don’t need the money.”

Hearing his name fall from her lips made his cock swell. He cleared his throat. “The money isn’t important; it’s the principle of the thing. You wouldn’t learn a lesson if I let you go.”

“And what lesson is that?”

“That lying and stealing is wrong. You need a spanking, Josephine.”

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. “This is utterly ludicrous and outright immoral,” she managed to say without stuttering. “You have no right to punish me. You are not my father or my husband.”

“You should be thankful. Besides, a spanking is not immoral.”

“A bare bottomed one is,” she countered hotly.

“That’s merely your opinion. Right now it’s my opinion that counts, not yours.” Yep, if looks could kill he’d be dead. She didn’t even try to disguise her insolence and that made him harder. “It’s clear you haven’t had much discipline in your life.”

“How dare you question my upbringing? Aunt Hedy was a saint.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. He admired her spunk and sass. “In your case I’m sure she had to be and, from how you speak so fondly of her, I would guess she never taught you to steal or lie.” He straightened to his full height. “You need a man strong enough to take you in hand.”

She tipped her chin. “And I suppose you think of yourself as that man?”

“I most certainly do.” Logan leveled her with a stare. “And I do not go back on my word.” In an instant their positions were reversed. He now sat in the chair holding her face down over his lap. The gentle weight of her body pressed clear through to his jeans.

With a growl he grabbed a handful of her dress and tossed it over her back. Her bloomers landed at her ankles. She fought like a wildcat. His blood heated. When she reached around to slap at him, he caught both wrists in his left hand and threw a leg over both of hers.

She flailed about like a fish out of water.

“I only spank on the bare, young lady, otherwise you’d never feel it wearing all these female fripperies. If that’s what you consider immoral, too bad. It’s not as if I’m seeing your bare backside for the first time.”

“Mr. West, you are no gentleman.”

He ran his hand over her pale buttocks. “And it sure is nice to see you’re not one either. Twenty smacks should do it and I intend to count each one.”

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