The Virgin's Offer (Western Spanks #3)

An Erotic, Western Romp
Sophie Kerr needs a foreman to run her ranch. Not just any foreman, Zach Briscoe. Zach’s been watching out for her for years, but he’s not going to put up with any more of her sass. If she wants him to stay, she’ll need to let him run things. What’s more, she’ll need to hand over control to him – right after she apologizes for her backtalk. An apology she’ll need to make while over his knee.

From Chapter 1

Sophie Kerr paused before knocking on Zach Briscoe’s cabin door, listening intently for any sign her foreman might have a woman in his bed. But the only sounds were the creak of Zach’s footsteps. Better the floorboards than the bedsprings.

She knocked softly and waited.

The evening was still, the moon rising on the horizon. On Saturday evenings, the ranch hands went to town to play cards, drink and carouse. She didn’t approve, but it was good the men weren’t around to see her outside Zach’s door at this hour. They’d be shocked she wasn’t in her usual trousers and chaps. Tonight she wore a dress. Her laciest, most feminine dress, complete with corset and stockings. All to convince him to stay on as foreman of the Kerr Ranch.

The door opened and Zach appeared. His shoulders spanned the width of the doorframe and his head barely cleared the top. His eyes, the color of turquoise, widened and then darkened. Looming over her, he seemed even more intimidating than usual.

His lip curled with obvious displeasure. “What the hell are you doing?” He pulled her inside, slamming the door. “Good thing none of the men are here.”

She tried to swallow the knot lodged in her throat. “I came to talk to you.”