It is my pleasure to introduce my newest book, "Swept Off Her Feet" the first in my series, "Swift Justice". This book introduces you to Maggie and her two brothers, Wesley and Trent. Their mother has recently died and Maggie is feeling displaced as her brothers marry while it seems she is destined to be a spinster.
Do you like cowboys, well-earned discipline and true love? If so, please read my snippet and let me know what you think!
The minute the door swung closed, I walked to my brat of a wife and took her by the
arm. I could feel her trembling beneath my fingers, but she was anything but contrite. Libby had always been strong willed, but I knew it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. I led her to the table where we took our meals and pulled a chair out. When I sat down, I brought her to stand in front of me, between my knees.
“Libby, what were you thinking?” I asked, my voice gruff. By God, the woman was beautiful. I didn’t know how her skin stayed so milky white under the sharp heat of the sun, but I loved it. Her eyes reminded me of violets, although the sweet smell of her skin sweeter than the flowers. We didn’t get much time alone in the house, and my arms ached for her to fill them, but unfortunately my duty as a husband called for me to deal with this unpleasantness.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice sullen.
I frowned at her. I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible--I had a list of chores to do that was longer than my arm, but Libby could be stubborn at the best of times. “Don’t worry, little lady, you’ll have cause to be sorry soon enough. But that doesn’t answer my question: why’d you do it?”
“I just...” She huffed loudly, tossing her hair, “I’m tired of you buying presents for that old maid!”
I was startled by the venom in her words. “Unmarried she might be, but she’s still my sister, Libby."
“More to the pity,” she sniffed.
I arched a brow at her. She sure did have a quick mouth, and all too often it didn’t suit her. “The two of you carrying on like you do is nothing but bad medicine. This needs to stop.”
“Then tell her to stop acting like such a big bug!” she demanded, pointing an accusing finger at the door. “She walks around her like she owns the place, and you and your brother are just her servants!”
I guffawed at her. “That’s ridiculous, Libby. Quit making such a fuss!”
She turned those pretty eyes on me, and narrowed them in anger. “I am not making a fuss, Wesley Swift! You need to do something about her, I can’t take it any longer!”
I returned her glare, feeling myself getting incensed now. Clearly my beautiful bride needed a reminder of who wore the pants in this family, and I was determined to give it to her. “I’d suggest you watch that tongue of yours, unless you want me to take you out back to the shed.”
My words hit their mark, and I saw Libby blanch when she took their meaning. The color began to drain from her face, and she hung her head. It could be that she was well and truly sorry, or she was just backing off to catch her breath. Never could tell with that woman.
I hope this sneak peek has whet your appetite! If so, the book is for sale on Amazon! Have a great week and happy reading!
Do you like cowboys, well-earned discipline and true love? If so, please read my snippet and let me know what you think!
The minute the door swung closed, I walked to my brat of a wife and took her by the
arm. I could feel her trembling beneath my fingers, but she was anything but contrite. Libby had always been strong willed, but I knew it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. I led her to the table where we took our meals and pulled a chair out. When I sat down, I brought her to stand in front of me, between my knees.
“Libby, what were you thinking?” I asked, my voice gruff. By God, the woman was beautiful. I didn’t know how her skin stayed so milky white under the sharp heat of the sun, but I loved it. Her eyes reminded me of violets, although the sweet smell of her skin sweeter than the flowers. We didn’t get much time alone in the house, and my arms ached for her to fill them, but unfortunately my duty as a husband called for me to deal with this unpleasantness.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice sullen.
I frowned at her. I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible--I had a list of chores to do that was longer than my arm, but Libby could be stubborn at the best of times. “Don’t worry, little lady, you’ll have cause to be sorry soon enough. But that doesn’t answer my question: why’d you do it?”
“I just...” She huffed loudly, tossing her hair, “I’m tired of you buying presents for that old maid!”
I was startled by the venom in her words. “Unmarried she might be, but she’s still my sister, Libby."
“More to the pity,” she sniffed.
I arched a brow at her. She sure did have a quick mouth, and all too often it didn’t suit her. “The two of you carrying on like you do is nothing but bad medicine. This needs to stop.”
“Then tell her to stop acting like such a big bug!” she demanded, pointing an accusing finger at the door. “She walks around her like she owns the place, and you and your brother are just her servants!”
I guffawed at her. “That’s ridiculous, Libby. Quit making such a fuss!”
She turned those pretty eyes on me, and narrowed them in anger. “I am not making a fuss, Wesley Swift! You need to do something about her, I can’t take it any longer!”
I returned her glare, feeling myself getting incensed now. Clearly my beautiful bride needed a reminder of who wore the pants in this family, and I was determined to give it to her. “I’d suggest you watch that tongue of yours, unless you want me to take you out back to the shed.”
My words hit their mark, and I saw Libby blanch when she took their meaning. The color began to drain from her face, and she hung her head. It could be that she was well and truly sorry, or she was just backing off to catch her breath. Never could tell with that woman.
I hope this sneak peek has whet your appetite! If so, the book is for sale on Amazon! Have a great week and happy reading!
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