The Outlaw's Spanked Frontier Bride

Philip blocks the narrow doorway of the frontier claim office, refusing to yield the registry book to the full-hipped woman whose breath warms his collar. Verity Neville's curves strain against every inch of fabric between them, her eyes flashing the defiance that only sharpens his need to bend her over and deliver the discipline her challenges demand.

He carries the scar of old losses like the bullet wound in his leg, and claiming her means risking another abandonment if she cannot surrender fully. Yet the tension between them crackles hotter than the frontier dust, promising that one measured strike against bare skin will bind them tighter than any partnership deed. The ranch, their survival, and the fragile bond they refuse to name all hang on whether she will obey when his voice drops low with command.