His Little Minx

Lynn Coppersmith

Description

<p>Lena Lewis is the most sought after young lady in several counties. Her beauty and her father's fortune make her a very appealing marriage prospect, but she hasn't been able to attract the one man she really wants, Ian McKenzie. While she doesn't love Ian, she definitely wants him, and she's determined to have him as her husband.</p>
<p>Ian McKenzie has secretly lusted after Lena since they were teenagers, but he doesn't want a spoiled and bratty woman as his wife. He vows to forget about her and pursue his dream of becoming a doctor. But after years apart, he still hasn't overcome his obsession with her. When her foolish behavior lands her in a heap of trouble, he proposes marriage to salvage her reputation, but his help comes at a price. As her husband, he will not tolerate her bratty behavior, and she soon learns he means business when he punishes her appropriately.</p>
<p>It doesn't take long for Lena to realize that she wants more from her marriage. By dominating her body, Ian has captured her heart. But with him so focused on his work, can a marriage based on lust ever turn into something more?</p>
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<p>Publisher's Note: This steamy historical romance contains a theme of power exchange.</p>

Sujets

• Horses
• Rival
• Brothel
• Ranch
• Ménage
• Western

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 21 avril 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645632573
• Langue: English

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His Little Minx
Return to the McKenzies - Book Two


Lynn Coppersmith
Published by Blushing Books
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Lynn Coppersmith
His Little Minx

EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-257-3
v2

Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue


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Chapter 1

Willamette Valley, Timber Grove, Oregon, 1875
T he annual midsummer dance was winding down and people were beginning to make their way home. There were still quite a few gaily-dressed couples revolving around the floor of the town hall, but most of the older and younger people had already departed. A band of musicians entertained with lively tunes. Even though it was nearly midnight, the temperature in the room was stifling, and only an occasional breeze wafted in through the open windows to provide a small measure of relief. Thankfully, those occasional gusts of fresh air were a bit cooler than they had been earlier in the evening.
Ian McKenzie stood leaning against the wall as he watched the remaining revelers. He had finally managed to disentangle himself from the gaggle of single young ladies who had surrounded him for most of the evening. Due to the late hour, most unmarried young ladies had already gone home. Ian was greatly relieved to finally have a few minutes of solitude without someone batting their eyelashes or trying to wheedle an invitation to dance out of him. He would have long since left himself if not for the fact that he had escorted Miss Lena Lewis to the dance. In fact, he wouldn't have come at all if it weren't for her.
He had only invited her to the dance out of a sense of obligation to her father. She was the daughter of Ian's good friend and mentor, Dr. Herbert Lewis. If Dr. Lewis hadn't played upon his sympathies and asked Ian to extend an invitation to Lena, Ian certainly wouldn't have done so on his own. He hated these social functions, and he usually avoided them like the plague. He didn't enjoy being mobbed by young ladies determined to snare a husband.
Until very recently, Ian's best friend, Gabe Faulkner, had been courting Lena. However, Gabe's courtship of her had ended abruptly and unexpectedly, when Gabe suddenly decided to marry Ian's cousin, Leslie McKenzie. That meant that Lena was left without a date for the dance at the last minute. Ian had reluctantly offered to take Lena, mostly out of guilt over the way his friend had suddenly jilted her.
Ian wasn't surprised that escorting Lena to the dance had turned out to be a mistake. He usually avoided Lena even more than he did other young ladies. Something about Lena made him feel deeply unsettled, as if his skin was stretched too tightly over his bones. He could never completely relax around her, and he didn't like feeling like he wasn't completely in control of his impulses. He should have known better than to invite her to the dance.
Lena had accepted his offer, but as soon as they arrived at the dance, she had left his side and never looked back. Ian should have been relieved, but he wasn't. Perhaps it bruised his pride to see that she preferred all the other young men over him. It wasn't as if he was jealous. At least, that's what he told himself as he watched her dance with everyone else.
Ian didn't understand why he was bothered over Lena anyway. He was far more interested in getting his medical degree and pursuing a career as a doctor than he was in settling down with a woman. Even if he were ready to marry, which he definitely wasn't, he wouldn't choose her. Although she was breathtakingly beautiful, she was also a spoiled, selfish brat. Ian knew she would be nothing but trouble for any man who married her. He might lust after her, but he would never choose her as his mate for life.
No, he wanted a loving, gentle woman as his wife, not a silly, selfish girl who would require constant attention and firm discipline to keep her in line. At least, that is what his brain said. His body's reaction was entirely different.
Ian's lips turned into a disapproving frown as he watched the naughty little minx twirling around the dance floor with one partner after another. Lena had spent the evening blatantly flirting with every single one of the men at the dance. And it was small wonder they swarmed her. She was easily the most beautiful woman in town. She was tall and slender, but with enticing curves in all the right places.
Her dress was cut low across her bosom, and Ian couldn't help but appreciate her glowing ivory skin and the jiggling swells of her full breasts. Her corset held the luscious mounds up like sweet, ripe fruit, and Ian's mouth had been watering all night just from the sight of them. Her hair was a rich chestnut color that shone with red highlights and made a man want to run his hands through it. Ian's cock grew as he envisioned how her hair would look spread out over the pillow as he fucked her to the point of exhaustion. She had beautiful large eyes that were bluer than a summer sky, and when she smiled, deep dimples appeared in her rosy cheeks. Her lips were heart shaped perfection. His cock throbbed as he imagined having those plump, pillowy lips stretched around his length. What he wouldn't give to feed his dick down her throat while she stared up at him with those big blue eyes.
Realizing that he was sporting a raging erection, Ian looked away and blinked several times in an effort to clear those salacious images from his mind. What the hell was wrong with him? She was the daughter of his dear friend and mentor. He had no business having such lewd and obscene fantasies about her. But when it came to Lena, his conscience had no control over his mind or his body. One glance was all it took to have him imagining all manner of ways he wanted to possess her, defile her, claim her. He wanted to do things to her that he'd never even done to the whores at Harvey's saloon, and even though that caused him shame, it didn't stop his imagination from running rampant. Something about her stirred a nearly overwhelming desire to lay claim to her in every possible way.
For the thousandth time, he reminded himself that she didn't belong to him and she never would. He had no intention of pursuing her, so he had no right to be feel jealous or possessive when she danced or flirted with others. He told himself that he was merely concerned for her safety, but even he knew it wasn't entirely true. In that moment, he didn't care that he was leaving in a few days. He wanted to tell all the other men surrounding her to back the hell off.
Ian wished she would realize that she was courting trouble by encouraging their attentions. Several of her admirers were strangers from surrounding areas, and some of them looked like they hadn't seen a woman in months. Ian didn't trust them as far as he could throw them. They were eyeing Lena like hungry wolves circling an injured deer. He knew exactly what they were after, and Lena was making herself an easy target by not turning them away.
Lena was dancing with one such stranger at that very moment. He was a huge, heavily muscled man, and he was holding her with far too much familiarity for Ian's liking. Lena seemed neither to notice nor to mind, as she giggled and batted her long eyelashes up at the man. Ian ground his teeth, wondering just how much of the rum punch she had been sipping.
The song finally ended, and Ian wasted no time making his way over to the laughing couple.
When Lena saw Ian approaching, her smile quickly vanished. "What do you want?" she asked with a grimace.
"It's time for me to escort you home, Lena. Your father will be expecting you. Come along now."
Ian held out his arm for her, but Lena eyed it with a condescending frown. She raised her chin to a haughty angle and gave a dismissive humph.
"I certainly don't intend to walk home with you, Ian McKenzie!" Lena turned to her partner and gave him a coquettish grin. "You'll walk me home, won't you, Mr. Adams?"
The man grinned with delight, and Ian noticed the way his eyes ventured over her creamy bosom with frank interest. "Of course, Miss Lewis. It would be my pleasure."
Ian's frown deepened, and he stepped between the couple. He gripped Lena's upper arm and began to pull her away, but the stranger latched onto her other arm and wouldn't let go.
"Hey, wait just a minute," the man protested. "The little lady told you she wanted me to walk her home. Get lost."
Ian met the other man's eye steadily. "I promised the young