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His Ranch, His Rules by Shanna Handel

Georgia Hamilton has done her best to keep her life together since her boyfriend of four years left her broken-hearted, but if she were being honest, she’d have to admit she isn’t doing great. She’s getting tipsy—if not drunk—more and more often, and now she’s lost both her job and her apartment. So when an old friend sets her up with a position complete with room and board on a ranch run by a man who looks like he stepped out of a cowboy movie, she jumps at the chance.

But there’s a catch, of course. Brody Jenkins is an old-fashioned man who believes in hard work, clean living, and firm-handed discipline. That means no drinking, and when she’s caught with a bottle of alcohol, Georgia soon finds herself sobbing and promising to be good as she is very soundly spanked and then pouring her heart out as she is gently held in Brody’s strong arms.

Brody’s stern correction leaves Georgia blushing and sore yet deeply aroused, and she cannot help longing for him to make her his. Once he does, however, she soon learns the hard way that naughty girls can just as easily be punished with pleasure more intense than they can stand. But after a terrible misunderstanding creates a rift between them, will Brody prove to be the man Georgia has always needed, or will she end up leaving his ranch and his rules behind forever?

Publisher’s Note: His Ranch, His Rules includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Shanna Handel

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 58,400 words

Excerpt

“You care to explain what this is doing here?” he asked me.

I did not.

Brody came over to me, turning Jack on, waggling the vibrating dildo in front of me. “You still need this thing, baby girl?”

“No. I just—I’ve grown attached.”

“But you were told very clearly to dispose of this thing. And you didn’t. Which in my book should result in a spanking. But first, let’s give this guy a farewell he won’t forget.”

Oh, shit. Using a vibrator on yourself is one thing. Your man using it on you—well, let’s just say my pussy was pulsing.

I was wearing my dusty rose dress, as it was a church day. Brody was on his knees in front of me and had my panties down around my ankles before I knew what was happening. A breeze blew up my skirt, making me shiver. When I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, my heart skipped a beat at the naughty grin he gave me. My knees felt like jelly as his fingers found my pussy and parted my ‘down there’ lips. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for his touch. I groaned as his tongue found my clit, the tip of it flicking and circling my bud. His mouth was on me, licking and sucking. My hands went to his hair and I was moaning as spasms went through my body, my knees growing weaker and bending as if they couldn’t hold my weight…

My spine shivered as a delicious warmth spread through me, Brody working away under my skirts. I gasped as I heard the quiet hum of the vibrator, the jelly tip of it pressing against the entrance of my pussy. Then, he thrust the Jackrabbit inside me, while his mouth was still on me. His slick tongue worked my clit as he moved the Jackrabbit in and out of me. At this point, I didn’t care if the whole ranch heard me; I was screaming “Oh, my God!”

My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I rose on my tiptoes, the orgasm tensing my body. I shuddered as I came, begging him, “Oh, my God, Brody, stop, I can’t take anymore.”

His mouth left me, his face appearing from beneath my skirts. “We just need to be sure you have a proper goodbye, honey. We want to make sure you got your money’s worth from this little toy.” He plunged the Jackrabbit back within me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I whimpered. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. “Oh… oh… my…” I was going to come again. Unbelievable. My pussy clenched around my old friend as I screamed. Brody chuckled as he finally pulled the Jackrabbit from me. I stood there, trying to recover from my orgasms, my legs shaking.

Brody stood up, grinning at me and tossing the Jackrabbit onto the bed. Giving my bottom a pat, he said, “Now git over that bed.”

“Wha?” I asked, barely breathing, stars still in my eyes.

He crossed his arms over his chest, grin gone. “Shuffle on over and bend over that bed with your panties around your ankles so I can spank you for disobeying me.”

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