Nathan Holt has a reputation in Swiftwater, and not one he was proud of. If he had half a brain, he’d stay far away from there. But there was a certain blue-eyed blonde holding his heart, not to mention a half-sister that he barely knew. He had left Swiftwater to protect them from his father. That reason no longer existed.
Bonnie Blakely had been taught to be a proper lady, but inside she felt anything but proper. She longed for a man – a strong, capable man – to put her across his knee. A brief encounter with Nathan Holt had held promise, but he left Swiftwater, Kansas years ago. He had promised he’d return, but as time passed without a word, Bonnie feared her dreams of his firm hand and unconditional love would never be fulfilled.
Having not read anything by Wehr in the past, I was really excited to jump into this book.
Even though it is book 2 in the series, I had no problem having not read book 1 to understand what was going on in this book. If anything, reading this book has made me want to go back and read book 1!
This story certainly started off with a bang, and it kept going all the way through the book. I loved Bonnie’s character and how she knew what she wanted but was trying so hard to fit in with what everyone had told her a man would want. That’s something that every woman goes through at some point, and I loved that Wehr added that aspect to the story. It made it easier to connect with Bonnie for me personally.
Nathan’s character was one that … I don’t really know how to explain it but I wasn’t able to connect with him throughout the book. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed his character, but I just didn’t “love” him in the book.
Overall though, I really did enjoy the way that Wehr was able to write this book to where I could still enjoy it without having read book 1. And I loved the female characters that she created!
“You are a naughty girl.” His low drawl made her toes curl. “Your pa didn’t do you any favors by not paddling your ass when you were a little girl.” He unbuckled his belt, but left it hanging as he moved to the wall where there were various farm implements. Bonnie’s heart jolted with excitement. She licked her lips, her gaze tracking his every move. “I told you Papa spoiled me.” Dampness gathered between her legs and trickled down her inner thighs. She could smell her own arousal.
“That day you came to the jail, I swore I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.” He took a riding crop off the wall, examined it, then put it back. He moved further along and reached for a coiled rope. “Then, when you opened your mouth and spewed such vindictiveness toward a woman you claimed took your man, it sickened me to think such a beauty could be so ugly. A man can’t be took if he doesn’t want to be.”
His words were harsh and unyielding. Bonnie briefly squeezed her eyes shut against the enormous ache in her heart. When she opened them again and looked at him, his expression was unreadable. She swallowed, nearly choking on her own saliva. Shivers of uncertainty as to why he really invited her here crept along her arms and legs. He must think her vile and rightly so. She never should have come here. Was it only his intent to humiliate her? Had her feelings toward him been one-sided all along? God, she hoped not. Her shoulders sagged under his stern scrutiny. She’d take what was coming; she deserved to be punished. She lowered her head, not wanting to witness his fathomless stare any longer, but his finger under her chin wouldn’t allow her the advantage.
“But, when I told you how a man could truly hurt a woman, break her until there’s nothing left, you pleaded with me to forget your vendetta. You showed compassion and that meant something to me.” A gentle brush of his thumb wiped away her tears.
“I, I was wrong, so wrong to come to you with such a horrid idea.” She shuddered.
“Charlotte believes things happen for a reason. If I had been the one in her shoes, I wouldn’t have been so forgiving.”
Nathan squatted in front of her, his breath mingling with hers. “In my dreams you came to me naked, your long blonde hair covering your breasts. I’d turn you over my knee and spank you until your ass turned red, then I carried you to my bed. I’d get down on my knees and latch my mouth onto your sweet pussy.” He paused. “Do my words offend you?”
Bonnie’s heartbeat ramped loudly in her ears. What he implied had to be scandalous and downright filthy, an act no proper lady would ever allow a man to do, but she’d welcome Nathan’s tongue anywhere on or in her body, especially that part now heavy and throbbing and pounding with every beat of her heart.
“Oh, God, Nathan, no. Those words don’t offend me at all.”
His hand fisted in her hair and he yanked, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable.
“Would they excite you if another man said the same words? Would they arouse you like you are right now?”
“God, no,” she whispered fiercely. “I want only your hands and mouth upon me.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I swear.”
His nostrils flared. Bonnie swore her woman’s scent filled the barn. “Now is not the time to think about the pleasures your ripe body surely holds. You’ve pushed me too far with your talk about finding another man to tame you. I’m the only man for you. I’m the only man who will punish you and by the time I’m finished, you’ll have an excruciating ride home. It’s time for a reckoning sorely needed on your part.” He released his hold on her hair and stood up. Bonnie licked her lips in anticipation. He stepped away and she swayed forward as if pulled by an invisible thread connecting them together. The rasp of leather being pulled singed her ears and she winced. He picked up the coiled rope at his feet.
“What’s the rope for?” She asked.
I can totally get into reading about strong, stern heroes and the sassy women who love to drive them up a wall. LOL. Of course, when these ladies get way too out of hand, the hero doesn’t think twice about dishing out a good spanking. I write Contemporary DD Romance and Historical Western Spanking Romance. Aside from reading, I like to go for long walks. I also have a weakness for animals. My yard is full of squirrels, chipmunks and birds. Deer pass through once in a while which is always nice to see. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without my furry, feathered friends.
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