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Maverick: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone

First I tracked her down. Then I made her mine.

When I found her trapped in a ravine, I thought Lily Sanborn was just another lost tourist. Then she tried to steal my truck, and I realized she was on the run… and in need of a dose of my belt.

Holed up in my cabin with her bottom burning and a snowstorm raging outside, there’s no denying the spark between us, and we both know she’ll soon be screaming my name as I take her in the most shameful of ways.

But when her past catches up to her, the men who come after her will learn a hard lesson.

She’s mine now, and I protect what’s mine.


Publisher’s Note: Maverick is a stand-alone novel which is the third entry in the Missoula Bad Boys series. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Piper Stone

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 84,000 words


“I suggest you remove those jeans yourself, cause if I do, I’ll rip them off. Then you won’t have anything to wear when I take your ass back to the motel.”

Was this man out of his mind?

“Uh, no.”

“I was starting with twenty-five. Do you want to make it thirty?” He reached for his belt and I couldn’t take my eyes off what he was doing, sucking in my breath as a combination of fear and a crazy sense of arousal tore through me.

What? Was I completely nuts?

“Wha… Why?”

“Cause you’re getting one hell of a spanking. That’s why,” he snorted, his jaw clenching. There was a different kind of fire in his eyes, his expression like that of a primal beast. I was flabbergasted, more so than I’d been in a long time.

Then I found my voice.

“Hell, no.”

He cocked his head, raking his heated gaze down the length of me and before I knew it, he’d overpowered me, tossing me onto my stomach and shoving his hands underneath, fighting with me every step of the way as he unfastened my jeans.

“Stop it!” My squeal was unrecognizable, my mind buzzing from the thought of what he was going to do to me.

“Nope. You earned a hard spanking, princess, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

I don’t know how he managed since I continued struggling, flailing my arms and making contact to a part of his body with my fists, but within seconds he’d wrangled my jeans down to my knees. I was stuck, no longer able to get up or get away.

I couldn’t believe he was going to do this to me. How dare he!

“I’ll get you for this.” I almost laughed at my words. Right. How was I going to do anything to the rugged, dominating, overtly gorgeous man? Another wave of heat and burning desire rumbled in my system, heating up my core. My panties were even damp, and it had nothing to do with the weather conditions. A flood of embarrassment swept through me like a tidal wave.

“I’d love to see you try, sugar.”

“Don’t call me that!”

His snort angered me even more. “I’ll call you anything I want. This is my house and you’re under my rules.” He finally got the stiff material past my boots, but he didn’t stop there, tugging on my panties.

“No! You’re crazy!”

“Spankings are meant to be given on a bare ass.”

I could have sworn I heard him laugh. He was enjoying this entirely too much.

The adrenaline rush was slowly fading, leaving me with the feeling of utter exhaustion. By the time he tore off my panties, I was panting but barely moving. This was uncalled for. This was ridiculous.

Even if a small part of me knew that I deserved it.

I was no thief. I was a good girl, just one who’d been turned into a survivor.

When he pressed his hand down on the small of my back, I took a deep breath. His touch alone was enough to light a dozen forest fires and the first scent of my longing wafted straight to my nostrils.