Her Alpha Cowboy
When she is caught stealing from the mercantile in a small Texas town, eighteen-year-old orphan Josephine Bolton faces the prospect of a jail sentence, but she is saved by the intervention of a local rancher who mistakes her for a boy and convinces the sheriff that some hard, honest work would be better for “Joe” than being brought before a judge and jury.
Logan West has even less patience for lying than he does for thieving, and when he discovers that he has unwittingly brought a beautiful young woman back to his ranch he puts Josephine over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly for her deception.
Despite her best efforts to ignore her attraction to Logan, the stern punishment leaves Josephine longing for the gruff, handsome cowboy to take her in his arms and claim her properly, and when he asks her to marry him she agrees. But after their wedding, Josephine cannot help wondering whether Logan proposed to her merely to keep up appearances. When she decides to run away again, will her firm-handed husband come looking for his naughty wife and bring her home?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alpha Cowboy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book
Josephine’s starving and decides to take the chance and steal an apple from the local mercantile. As usual things don’t go as smoothly as she had planned.
Josephine carefully made her way to the basket of apples. Mr. Snodgrass glanced her way and she smiled. When he turned his attention to the box of ribbons once again, she took a step back and bumped right into the stand that held the basket of apples. The barrel toppled to the floor, sending apples rolling in all directions.
“Hey, you there, what do you think you’re doing?”
Blazes, she’d been caught red-handed.
Josephine snatched up two apples, shoved them inside her shirt and, like greased lightning, made a mad dash for the door.
Logan heard a shout and stopped dead in his tracks. “What the…”
A blur of brown burst through the door and slammed into him, sending him clear over the steps and onto the dirt-packed road with such a jolt his teeth hurt.
Dust billowed around him and stung his eyes. He blinked rapidly, but whoever or whatever had landed on top of him was still a blur. As the dust began to settle he was able to make out a dirty face and big blue eyes.
Knocked for a loop, he shook his head, trying to gain his senses. A bony knee to the groin had him seeing stars.
“Aw, goddammit!” It felt as if his cock had been shoved between his ass cheeks.
“For Pete’s sake, Logan, why’d you let that kid get away?”
“Mr. Snodgrass, can’t you see my brother’s hurt?” The soft pat to his cheek that accompanied those words couldn’t have come from Mr. Snodgrass’s meaty palm. “Logan, are you okay?”
“No, Ella, I’m not okay.” Whoever plowed him over would pay and pay dearly.
“Well, aren’t you going after him?” Mr. Snodgrass demanded.
Logan rolled to a sitting position and propped his arms on his knees. “Cripes, man, will you give me a minute here.”
Ella handed him his hat while Mr. Snodgrass snorted and stomped back inside the store.
“Don’t get all excited, Mr. Snodgrass,” Ella shouted.
Logan stood up and dusted himself off. “Ella, stop shouting in the street and get Brody.” He slapped his hat against his thigh before he plunked it on his head.
“But Logan, all I saw was a puny kid. Can’t we look for him first and find out what’s going on?” She had her hands planted on her hips and a spark in her eyes.
Logan groaned. For a moment he deeply regretted stalling the wedding this long. “Ella, it’s not our decision to make. Now get Brody before I forget that you’re an engaged woman and paddle you right here, right now.” He grunted in approval when she took off like a shot to do his bidding.
Mr. Snodgrass appeared at the top step and pointed one pudgy finger in the opposite direction. “That—that thief took some coins too. There he goes with my money and my apples.” He threw his chubby arms up in the air. “My store is ruined.”
Logan turned in said direction. Sure enough, the kid had a giddy-up in his step. “Relax, Mr. Snodgrass. He won’t get far without a horse.” Logan straightened to his full height. Damn, his groin hurt. “I’ll get him.” He’d get him all right and when he did, he owed that kid a whipping.
With that pleasant thought in mind, Logan took off at an easy lope and in no time had the kid pinned firmly on the ground