Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.
Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.
When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?
Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“I don’t need a keeper.”
She bristled at the skepticism in his tone.
“You got money?”
She didn’t answer.
“Something of value you can trade?”
More silence. She had Shasta, the clothes on her back, and literally, two cents to her name. If she could make it back home, there were a few friends she could count on, who might put her up for a spell until she figured something out. She hoped.
“Laramie’s a rough town for a woman on her own, especially one with a knack for finding trouble, which you have done time and again since I’ve met you. So from where I’m standing, a keeper is exactly what you need.”
“For a second time, this is not your concern.”
He continued on as though she hadn’t spoken. “After the storm passes, I’ll take you to the big house. Ma will take care of you until we figure something out.”
She looked up, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why would you do that? Why would she, for that matter? My brother and his friends tried to rob you, blasted crumbling caves and tunnels all over your land, and in general have been a pain in the a—” Seeing his dark look, she thought better of what she would say. “Yes, well, let’s just say they’ve been a real headache for your family. I can’t imagine your mother welcoming me with open arms—more like a loaded, double-barrel shotgun.”
He chuckled. “You don’t know my ma. You’ll make the third down-on-her-luck young woman in a year.”
“Well, that’s kind, but I can’t. I need to be moving along.”
“It wasn’t an option I was giving you, young lady.”
Her mouth fell open. Who did he think he was to boss her around? She asked him precisely that. “My daddy’s long since passed, so I know you’re not him to order me about. My shiftless brother hightailed it to parts unknown, so we can scratch him off the list. And,” she held up her left hand, “there’s no band of gold on this finger that gives you authority over me.” She wrenched free of his hold and stalked toward the door. “I’m leaving on Shasta and you can’t stop me.”
His firm hand on her arm spun her around. “Wanna bet?” he fired back. “You’re staying even if I have to truss you up like a Christmas goose to keep you here.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasped, trembling with indignation.
“Oh, darlin’, if you knew me better, you’d rethink throwing a challenge like that in my face.”