Western Spanks Series by Alix West
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#1
The Virgin's Price (Western Spanks #1)
Alix West
Rated: 4.00 of 5 starsAn Erotic, Western Romp Ellie Fentress lives the quiet life of Colter Canyon's seamstress. Beautiful, shy, innocent, she fantasizes about Dylan Ford, the handsome cowboy who owns half the town. Dylan watches out for her, even protects her from thugs, but he maintains his distance, and his gentlemanly ways. When Ellie is pushed into a tight corner, she makes a drastic plan, selling herself for one night of sin, only to discover that Dylan is not always the gentleman he seems to be... moreAn Erotic, Western Romp Ellie Fentress lives the quiet life of Colter Canyon's seamstress. Beautiful, shy, innocent, she fantasizes about Dylan Ford, the handsome cowboy who owns half the town. Dylan watches out for her, even protects her from thugs, but he maintains his distance, and his gentlemanly ways. When Ellie is pushed into a tight corner, she makes a drastic plan, selling herself for one night of sin, only to discover that Dylan is not always the gentleman he seems to be. From Chapter 1 Ellie shook her head. “I didn’t pay last month because momma needed money then, too. He already thinks I don’t know anything about owning a business. He said he’d just let me make it up to him in sewing.” Clarice stopped shuffling and batted her eyelids. “I’d think of a different way to make rent if I owed it to Dylan Ford.” Ellie felt her face burn and fought the feelings she had every time she thought of her landlord. Long ago, she’d come to the conclusion that Dylan was the most handsome man she’d ever known. Tall, muscular, eyes the color of a summer morning, she lost herself in thought any time she pictured him. She’d been friends with his little sister, Lizzie, back when they were in school. Even when she was fifteen, Dylan made her nervous and flustered any time she saw him at church or in town. Inscrutable. Ice and steel. A few years back Lizzie moved to Fort Worth to study music. Ellie still saw Dylan time and again, but whenever she said hello, he gave her a dark look and a response of no more than a word or two. She never knew what she’d done to offend him. Last year, she’d summoned her courage and approached him about renting space for her shop. He dismissed her out of hand, telling her he didn’t do business with eighteen year old girls. A few days later, she rode out to his ranch to ask him to reconsider. Sitting in his study, addressing him formally as Mr. Ford, she spread seven dress orders across his desk, three weeks of solid work waiting to be filled. He leaned back in his chair, his mouth set in a grim line. She didn’t back down, told him she was the finest seamstress in Colter Canyon, and with her income she’d have more than enough to pay rent, cover payroll, and support her mother and younger brother. Finally, he relented, telling her she’d better not expect special treatment. In spite of his words, Dylan, in his quiet, gruff way, looked out for her. Once a month he came to collect rent and always lingered. He liked to sit in the chair by the window while she sewed. He always asked how she was doing. Anytime she mentioned a problem, it was always quickly and mysteriously resolved. A customer, the town banker, who didn’t want to pay for his wife’s linen dress, sent payment not more than an hour after Dylan stopped by – the money accompanied with a polite note of apology. And then there were the Shelton brothers, who often wandered into the shop, smirking and commenting about needing trousers that would accommodate all that God had given them. Not long after she told Dylan about them, they seemed to be downright afraid, crossing the street to avoid her, one of them limping and the other with his arm in a sling. Clarice interrupted her thoughts. “I think you got a special place in your heart for Dylan Ford. But then again so do half the women in Colter Canyon.” less
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#2
The Virgin's Penance (Western Spanks #2)
Alix West
Rated: 4.00 of 5 starsEmmaline Fitzhugh knows she’s being naughty, sneaking into her employer’s room when he’s gone. But her handsome boss, Jake Carson, has a brand new brass tub, one she fills with hot water and scented bubbles so she can luxuriate when no one is around. Jake is gone every Saturday night, so she takes advantage and indulges while she fantasizes about Jake. It’s mostly innocent. It’s completely safe. What could go wrong?
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#3
The Virgin's Offer (Western Spanks #3)
Alix West
Rated: 4.00 of 5 starsAn 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... moreAn 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.” less
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#4
Mail Order Correction (Western Spanks #4)
Alix West
Rated: 4.00 of 5 starsAn Erotic, Western, Mail Order Bride Romance When Seth Kendal sends away for a Mail Order Bride, he insists that she know how to keep her man happy in bed. In his letter, he explicitly instructs his bride about this single, ironclad part of the bargain. His new wife, Emily, has never even kissed a man, but she's too in love to let a little thing like that stop her. She heads west, hoping to convince him to keep her... moreAn Erotic, Western, Mail Order Bride Romance When Seth Kendal sends away for a Mail Order Bride, he insists that she know how to keep her man happy in bed. In his letter, he explicitly instructs his bride about this single, ironclad part of the bargain. His new wife, Emily, has never even kissed a man, but she's too in love to let a little thing like that stop her. She heads west, hoping to convince him to keep her. Seth wastes no time in showing his innocent wife what he thinks of her naughty behavior. From Chapter 1 Scores of letters had gone back and forth between them over the months. In the beginning, the letters were formal. It wasn’t long, however, until the awkwardness passed and a playful exchange took its place. It started with him teasing her about her fear of the dark or of bugs. She’d responded with suggestions that he was uncouth and uncivilized, and that she needed to come to his aid, to remind him of how a gentleman addressed his beloved. The memory of her words drew a low growl from him. She’d deceived him, and if anyone would be doing some reminding, it would be him. “You wrote that you have two thousand acres,” she said, her tone shy and timid. “So I imagined a vast ranch, but I never expected such a fine home. If memory serves, you told me your father built it for your mother.” “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. “First two-story limestone house in the county. And the first with running water.” She smiled. “The views of the rolling hills. I’ve never seen anything so pretty.” “Glad you like it.” He felt another hint of pride for the Kendal Ranch. He’d doubled the herd since his parents passed. He’d never thought about the house much, but it pleased him she approved. He knew from her letters that she worked hard, and although she appreciated fine things, it never sounded as if she expected them. All he’d wanted was to bring her to Texas and spoil her a little bit. And get her into his bed. He wanted that, too. “Marta told me she left our supper on the stove,” she said, drawing him from his heated thoughts. “You hungry?” She shook her head. “I thought you might be. I just want to take a bath and get out of these clothes.” “That so?” She pursed her lips. A slow flush of color bloomed across her cheeks. The look affected him in a way he couldn’t have guessed. The hot lust he’d been holding back ignited. His cock hardened even more. He’d told her that they would take a few days to get to know each other, but since she’d misled him he felt no obligation to hold up his part of the bargain. “I’ll help you with your bath.” He gestured towards his room. When she looked stricken and remained unmoving, he clasped her elbow and drew her up the stairs. “I can manage on my own,” she said, with a nervous hitch. “I am, after all, an adult, despite what you might think.” He couldn’t help the harsh bite of laughter that escaped his throat. The girl had some starch in her spine after all, and damn if it didn’t please him. Closing the door, he drew the bolt with a click that resounded through the room. Although there was no one in the house aside from the two of them, he wanted to make his intention clear. The sun had set so he lit a lamp and then opened the spigot. Hot water flowed out. The girl stood woodenly, her eyes flashing with anger. less
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#6
Mail Order Deception (Western Spanks #6)
Alix West
Rated: 4.00 of 5 starsA Western, Mail Order Bride Romance Olivia Stowe is the ward of Sheriff Will Kendal. He's cared for her ever since her father passed away. At seventeen she was trouble. Two years later she's worse. Sassy, headstrong, curvy and breathtakingly beautiful, Olivia is trouble and forbidden fruit. Just having her under his roof makes him half-crazed. Will is known for his self-control, for collaring and subduing dangerous criminals, not for being challenged by a brazen girl ten years his junior... moreA Western, Mail Order Bride Romance Olivia Stowe is the ward of Sheriff Will Kendal. He's cared for her ever since her father passed away. At seventeen she was trouble. Two years later she's worse. Sassy, headstrong, curvy and breathtakingly beautiful, Olivia is trouble and forbidden fruit. Just having her under his roof makes him half-crazed. Will is known for his self-control, for collaring and subduing dangerous criminals, not for being challenged by a brazen girl ten years his junior. Everything changes when Olivia returns to Colter Canyon with the single intention of playing a seductive trick on her guardian. From Chapter 5 Clutching the two mugs and her blanket, she left the kitchen and headed back for the stairs. Two figures appeared on the porch and she froze. The door swung open and Will’s brothers, Seth and Nick, came in. Both stopped in their tracks and stared at her. “Olivia?” Seth said. “Seth!” She glanced nervously at Nick. “Nick…uh, I was just making coffee.” Both men stood silently, their brows lifted with surprise. Nick slowly closed the door behind him. “You okay, Olivia?” Seth asked. “Oh, fine. Sure. I’m doing fine.” She gave a breathless laugh. Mortification heated her skin. Not only was she barely covered by the blanket, but her hair was wild. Even worse – last night Will had nipped and sucked and marked her skin, like some sort of ravening animal. She hadn’t minded at all. In fact she’d loved it, but she was certain she had marks on her neck and shoulders. Nick and Seth were sure to have seen them. She cringed at what they must be thinking. “I should get dressed. Excuse me.” She passed them and headed for the stairs. “Olivia!” Will’s voice came from his bedroom. “I just noticed you scratched the hell out of my shoulder last night. Wicked little kitten. Next time I’m going to have to keep you tied up. And here I was worried you wouldn’t like…” By this time Olivia had made it up the stairs and was moving quickly to his room when Will came out his bedroom door, dressed in pants and buttoning his shirt. He stopped in his tracks. “What’s wrong?” “Your brothers are downstairs,” she muttered as she passed him. less
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