Nineteen-year-old Maggie Swift is excitedly making wedding plans when her beau Joshua breaks her heart. Devastated and determined never to trust a man again, Maggie is convinced she’ll live out her life as an old maid… until ruggedly-handsome Clay Callahan comes riding into her life and sweeps her off her feet. She quickly discovers that though he is more than ready to take his strap to her bare bottom when she gets out of line, being Clay’s wife is pure heaven. Their love and passion grow by leaps and bounds, and soon Maggie is with child.
When tragedy strikes and it seems Maggie’s anguish will consume her entirely, try as she might to push him away, Clay proves that he is determined to do whatever is necessary to bring back his beautiful, sassy bride. Just as her heart begins to heal, however, a figure from her past suddenly reappears and reopens old wounds. Can Maggie put aside her fears and trust that with Clay at her side, they can weather any storm, or will the ghosts of her past rip apart their love?
Maggie Meets Her Match is Book Two of the “Swift Justice” Series. If you would like to read Swift Justice, Book One: Swept Off Her Feet , Click Here.
Author: Dinah McLeod
Length: 64,900 words
eBook Price: $4.95
“Look, I’ve heard enough. You’re just makin’ excuses and I won’t pardon your behavior.” As he spoke, he turned me around and began to working the buttons on the back of my dress. “I told you to go to bed and you disobeyed. You were putting yourself in danger to clean the ceiling, even after you promised not to overdo it.” He pushed the dress down until it puddled around my feet and signaled for me to step out of it. I pushed it aside with my foot and no sooner than I did, Clay pulled me back between his thighs. “What’s more, you made me think you meant to obey when you knew you didn’t intend to.”
“That’s not exactly—”
He silenced me with a glare. “Don’t try and talk yourself out of this, you’ll only make it worse. Now, is there anything we need to add to your list of misdeeds? Did I miss anything?”
I started to shake my head, but then I realized I’d probably do better to come clean. “I moved the couch and scrubbed behind it,” I admitted in a small, girlish voice. “I also swept the floors.”
“I’ll say this for you, Maggie, at least when you mess up you take it all the way.”
I peeked at him to see if he was pokin’ fun, but no such luck. He was as commanding and immovable as he’d been a minute ago.
“Thank you for your honesty. I ‘spect my job’s clear. I need to make sure you remember to obey me in the future.”
“I will,” I whispered, pleading, even though I knew it wouldn’t do a lick of good.
“Over my knee.”
I obeyed reluctantly, but laid myself over his lap nonetheless—I knew better than to upset him further when he had punishment in mind—pushing my bottom up toward him.
“Let’s get these right on out of the way,” he said, untying my drawers.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered as he began peppering my bared bottom with light smacks.
“I’m sure you are, but not for the right reason. You’re not sorry you disobeyed me, you’re only sorry I caught you out.”
I didn’t know how to answer that and Clay saved me the trouble by smacking my behind smartly, first on one cheek and then the other. I bit down on my lip as the sting spread over my cheeks. I figured I better save my voice—I might need it later on, for I was sure and certain this spanking was far from over.