The Sons of Johnny Hastings

Maddie Taylor, Renee Rose, Patricia Green, Mary Wehr, Patty Devlin

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Five full-length novels by five of Blushing Books most popular authors!

The Lawman's Lesson by Patty Devlin
Choose one of the two men, or take the return ticket and head home. It wasn't much of a choice. Celia had worked and studied so hard to have a school of her own. And she had known that they might be a little upset. She knew exactly what they had wanted. It was stated very clearly in the advertisement and she could probably read and write better than anyone one of them.

The Blacksmith's Bride by Patricia Green
Sunny Winslow knows exactly what she wants in a man. When she meets the blacksmith in her new home, Abel Armstrong, she's immediately hooked. Unfortunately, her mother has other plans for her that do not include a blacksmith. Her mother is determined to tie Sunny to a rich town counselor. Sunny is desperate to escape the counselor, so she embarks on a series of schemes to get what she wants.

The Outlaw's Bride by Renee Rose
Mabelle Lawson had been managing her dead sister's ranch without help for three months. The last thing she needs is a band of outlaws showing up and pushing her around. The Curly James gang members have no patience for her sass, and when their leader attempts to strike her with his fist, one of his men volunteers to spank her instead. She wants to hate the good-looking outlaw, but he seems to have her well-being at heart, even risking his life to protect her from the other men.

Unjustly accused of murder, Sam Pride is on the run and his luck worsens when he tangles with the Curly James gang. The only bright spot is the little spitfire rancher who steals his heart with her courage and spunk. When the two set off together for Cheyenne and then Denver, sparks fly and their magnetic connection grows.

The Juniper Bride by Maddie Taylor
Emmalee Gray watches in frustration as her fiancé boards a train west. Told to stay behind and prepare for their wedding, Em has other ideas. She doesn't want to remain with home without him, especially with her witch of a step- mother and a papa, who barely knows she exists. She'd much rather risk Clint's wrath and follow him. Her plan, to stay hidden until she gets far enough away from Boston he wouldn't dare send her back alone. Then she can enjoy some private time and maybe a little adventure with her gorgeous fiancé, in advance of their nuptials. Clinton

To Have and to Scold by Mary Wehr
Annie's sweet on her neighbor, Matthew Caine, but the stern rancher treats her like a bratty child instead of a woman. Each encounter always ends with a trip over his knee.
Matthew's fed up with Annie's childish behavior. Her latest prank ruined a brand new pair of boots! While he sets her britches on fire, he refers to her as a nuisance and warns her to leave him alone. For once in her life, Annie obeys.

Sujets

• Humor
• Alpha (ethology)
• Inheritance
• BDSM
• Brother
• Family
• Discipline
• Ranch
• Suspense
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Western

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 05 juin 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781627504430
• Langue: English

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The Sons of Johnny Hastings
 
5 Western Romance Novels
By
Patty Devlin
Patricia Green
Renee Rose
Maddie Taylor
Mary Wehr
 
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Patty Devlin, Patricia Green,Renee Rose, Maddie Taylor, Mary Wehr
eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4430
Contains:
The Lawman’s Lessons, eBookISBN: 978-1-62750-4423
TheBlacksmith’s Bride, eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4409
The Outlaw’sBride, eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4416
The JuniperBride, eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4393
To Have and ToScold, eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4249
Cover Design by ABCD Graphicsand Design
This book is intended for adultsonly . Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book arefantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpretedas Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spankingactivity or the spanking of minors .
 
 
Table of Contents:
 
  TOC \o "1-3" \n <![endif]--> The Lawman’s Lesson s
Patty Devlin
 
The Blacksmith’s Bride
Patricia Green
 
The Outlaw’s Bride
Renee Rose
 
The Juniper Bride
Maddie Taylor
 
To Have and to Scold
Mary Wehr
 
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The Lawman’s Lessons
(The Sons of Johnny Hastings)
By
PattyDevlin
©2014 byBlushing Books® and Patty Devlin
Allrights reserved.
No partof the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by anyinformation storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing fromthe publisher.
Publishedby Blushing Books®,
asubsidiary of
ABCDGraphics and Design
977Seminole Trail #233
Charlottesville,VA 22901
Thetrademark Blushing Books®
isregistered in the US Patent and Trademark Office.
Devlin,Patty
TheLawman’s Lessons
eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-4423
 
CoverDesign by ABCD Graphics and Design
This book isintended for adults only . Spanking and other sexual activitiesrepresented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing inthis book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocatingany non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.
ChapterOne
He hadn’t looked at any of his deputies in quite a spell.The heavy thud of their horses’ hooves against the hard-packed, stillhalf-frozen clay and the occasional whinny were the only sounds heard in hoursand hours of riding. They had followed him out to search for the outlaw Wilsonbrothers whom they knew were in the area. Jackson was sure his men had onlycome for the chance to give him hell. He should be happy they’d finally stoppedmaking fun of him about his . . . situation.
Jackson had always been a problem solver. He could findpeople who didn’t want to be found, settle disputes between neighbors, and hisquick wit in emergencies had saved many lives. But this, this “situation,” wouldtake much more than his meager capabilities.
How had it even happened? He’d never wanted to be married!Marshals did not make good husbands, and he happened to be a bad choice beyondbeing a lawman. His own father couldn’t stand him. He’d never planned to marryand pass his disgrace on to children, and what of the shame his wife wouldsuffer? So, how had he, the authority figure in the great town, the county ofDenver, let it get so out of hand that he’d agreed to marry that spitfireschoolmarm? That cunning little sprite with all her highfalutin’ ways shouldalready be on an eastbound train headed back to wherever she called home. Aninstant and fleeting thread of guilt, over the fact he didn’t even take thetime to talk to her or get to know anything about her before he’d found areason to leave, crossed his mind.
“Hey, Jackson, you goin’ over High Ridge Falls?” hisbrother-in-law Byron asked, his voice so tight it almost cracked. Withoutlooking back, Jackson knew a smile split the other man’s face ear to ear and thathe was trying hard not to laugh outright.
His face hotter than a tin plate on a cook stove, Jacksonmuttered, “I thought we could look in that old cavern up there. Give it onelast shot before we give in and go home.” He refused to give up and admit thateven though he’d been staring at the trail, the ridge line and the leftoverlate March piles of melting ice, he’d been distracted and missed the turn off.He didn’t give any thought to the fact they’d lost the trail of the outlaw gangthe day before either. Jackson never lost his way; he was the best tracker inthe county!
“Iffen we go up there, we won’t make it to town till afternight fall for sure.” This came from old Solomon. “Some of us want to go hometo our brides.”
Ignoring the guffaws that surrounded him, Jackson turned hishorse around and headed toward a lower part of the fast-flowing Colorado Riverwhere they could cross safely. There was no sense in denying what they allknew—as important as it was to catch the band of outlaws who had beenplaguing the county, there hadn’t been any recent news or activity. Jackson hadmerely decided to set off on the day after his wedding to try to find them. Hisloyal deputies would not let him down; they insisted they were going with him.
And if they had not been with him, he’d have stayed awaymuch longer. But in the end, good sense weighed out. He couldn’t stay goneforever; he was going to have to go home and deal with his wife. He had to acceptit. To be honest, it wasn’t her—there was nothing distinctly wrong withher. He had to admit her pint-sized package had fit nicely over his lap.
Wait! Where had that thought come from? Perhaps from thefact that he thought it every time they were near each other for more than twominutes. For some reason, they seemed to get right under each other’s skin. Ohheavens, that put another picture in his head. He’d like to be under her in adifferent position—damn it, his breeches were starting to feel way toosnug!
Celia acted and responded completely different than any ofthe women he’d grown up around, not that there were many, but she had theseideas about things and got this determined look in her eyes. Then, if it wasyou she’d set her sights on, she’d lock those blue eyes on you and fire away.It proved quite obvious she needed a protector.
In the fast growing city of Denver, men outnumbered womengrossly, so a lot of the men behaved like animals. Celia, with heract-first-think-later behavior, would have the riff-raff lining up for a chanceto have at her, not to mention in the classroom, with students who had run thelast teacher right out of town in the middle of the school year (even if theremight have been good cause for his dismissal).
Celia’s and Jackson’s first meeting had been reason enoughfor her to need some looking after, and if she had been his wife then, she’dhave received a whipping sure to instill some safety measures in her.
His mother ran the boarding house where the superintendenthad arranged for the new school teacher to stay. When Jackson had come home, he’dfound his mother in quite a state because Celia had been gone most of theafternoon, the sun had set by then, and still she hadn’t come back.
The city’s streets were no place for a lady after nightfall,no matter her age or position. So their worry was not ill-placed, and Jacksonhad gone out looking for the young miss right away. Even his sister Susannawouldn’t walk home after dark if Byron or Jackson weren’t there to escort her.Jackson and the deputies did their best to keep the criminals off the streets,but it was a huge undertaking in a city of that size, with the number ofsaloons and brothels and then with all of the miners and ranchers, too.
Well, Jackson was more than relieved to find the little dovesafe and sound and covered in enough dust to make an elephant sneeze. Hersleeves had been rolled up past her elbows and her dress, which he assumed hadbeen a pristine white at one time, looked as though she’d lain right down inthe middle of the road and a whole team of stage coach horses had made theirway over her—twice. The teacher’s desk on top of which she stood had beenmoved, perhaps so she could reach the wall, and she was cleaning the cobwebs orsome such out of the corner. His presence must’ve startled her because when hecalled out to her, she nearly jumped right out of her dress. But she composedherself quickly, he’d give her that.
She spun around and hopped to the floor, as nimble as a cat,brushing at her skirt and sending plumes of dust into the air as she spoke.“Excuse me, I’m not fit to meet anyone yet. I got caught up in cleaning and Ididn’t hear you come in. My name is Miss Celia Whitman; I’m the new teacher.”Her pink tongue darted out to wet her heart-shaped lips, which curved into asoft smile right before she covered her mouth and gave in to a dry cough.
  “I know who youare. I’ve been sent to find you; I’m the marshal, Jackson Owens.” He’d takenhis worn leather