The Trail Boss's Spanked Mail-Order Bride: Western Erotic Punishment Discipline Romance

I signed the papers thinking a bride would steady the trail without cracking the hold I keep on every man and every fear. Kenna Lennard rode in with freckled shoulders and old scars that match the limp in my leg, daring me to correct what no other man could touch.

She yields when my hand finds her yet her quiet defiance pulls harder than the herd at dawn. The crew sleeps yards away while the reins between us twist into something I never signed for and cannot release.

Tonight I step behind her in the line shack, skirts bunched in my fist, palm flat against bare skin while the lantern throws our shadows long and neither of us moves away.