Never in a million years had Ginny ever thought she would wake up next to a gorgeous hunk of a man like Maximilian Devonshire! Maybe in her dreams, but never in real life, yet here she was lying next to a half-naked cowboy—wait a minute! Why was he only half-naked? Oh! And why was she fully dressed? What the… She couldn't remember what had transpired to bring about this turn of events. She was not sure whether she should be happy, relieved or mortified that she spent the night with Max.
Maximilian was a rancher in her neck of the woods, one that she knew about only from consistent rumors and talk in the small town of Evergreen, Wyoming. He had to be at least ten years her senior, and very rich and powerful. They didn't exactly travel in the same circles. He was six-foot, eight inches of pure male, a bulky, gorgeous specimen of a man. Dark wavy hair fell just above dark brows, framing eyes as blue as the deepest ocean, and a smile that could light up a room, or so she'd been told, but… he also broke hearts for breakfast.
They had never actually met, let alone slept in the same bed together! Sitting up, Ginny rubbed the sleep from her eyes, trying to remember the night before. It was the Fourth of July picnic, with mounds of food, a chili cook-off, pies, cakes, cookies and every tasty morsel from within a hundred miles. She'd eaten until she hurt, danced until her feet were aching, and drank glass after glass of that delicious lemonade. Could the lemonade have been spiked? She couldn't remember anything after that—dancing, drinking lemonade—then nothing until she woke up next to the infamous Maximilian Devonshire.
Ginny was not the type to drink until she blacked out, waking up in a stranger's bed—not the type at all. Just the opposite, she despised that type of woman. She was a woman of substance, working her ranch alongside the men, holding the place together with stubborn pride and never admitting defeat. She had no room in her life for dalliances, or for tall, dark strangers that would wreak havoc on her well-planned life.
She had to flee, she had to get out without being discovered. Looking around, trying desperately to find her bearings, she slowly swung her feet over the side of the bed, taking care to be quiet and not disturb the sleeping hunk next to her. Finally succeeding, she bent to look under the bed for her shoes. She just about jumped out of her skin when he reached out and grabbed her hand. Screaming, she tried to pull away and run, but he held tight.
"If I was going to hurt you, darlin' I had plenty of time to do it while you were passed out in my bed." Ignoring the fact that he was right, she indignantly spat back at him, "Don't call me, darlin' and let go of my arm. I don't know how I ended up here, or what you have planned in that devious mind of yours, but you can forget it. I don't sleep around, or mess around, and I don't appreciate having my drink spiked. You got me drunk so you could ensnare me."
That gorgeous hunk had the audacity to laugh! A deep throaty laugh, showing her a set of perfect white teeth, lips that were made for kissing, and the sexiest dimple on his left cheek. Rolling onto his back, he put his arms behind his head, and stared up at her, giving her a full view of his large, tanned bare chest. A hairline went from his chest down and continued under his jeans. Uncomfortable and mortified that she was staring, she closed her mouth and turned around to grab her shoes and leather jacket.
Maximilian was a rancher in her neck of the woods, one that she knew about only from consistent rumors and talk in the small town of Evergreen, Wyoming. He had to be at least ten years her senior, and very rich and powerful. They didn't exactly travel in the same circles. He was six-foot, eight inches of pure male, a bulky, gorgeous specimen of a man. Dark wavy hair fell just above dark brows, framing eyes as blue as the deepest ocean, and a smile that could light up a room, or so she'd been told, but… he also broke hearts for breakfast.
They had never actually met, let alone slept in the same bed together! Sitting up, Ginny rubbed the sleep from her eyes, trying to remember the night before. It was the Fourth of July picnic, with mounds of food, a chili cook-off, pies, cakes, cookies and every tasty morsel from within a hundred miles. She'd eaten until she hurt, danced until her feet were aching, and drank glass after glass of that delicious lemonade. Could the lemonade have been spiked? She couldn't remember anything after that—dancing, drinking lemonade—then nothing until she woke up next to the infamous Maximilian Devonshire.
Ginny was not the type to drink until she blacked out, waking up in a stranger's bed—not the type at all. Just the opposite, she despised that type of woman. She was a woman of substance, working her ranch alongside the men, holding the place together with stubborn pride and never admitting defeat. She had no room in her life for dalliances, or for tall, dark strangers that would wreak havoc on her well-planned life.
She had to flee, she had to get out without being discovered. Looking around, trying desperately to find her bearings, she slowly swung her feet over the side of the bed, taking care to be quiet and not disturb the sleeping hunk next to her. Finally succeeding, she bent to look under the bed for her shoes. She just about jumped out of her skin when he reached out and grabbed her hand. Screaming, she tried to pull away and run, but he held tight.
"If I was going to hurt you, darlin' I had plenty of time to do it while you were passed out in my bed." Ignoring the fact that he was right, she indignantly spat back at him, "Don't call me, darlin' and let go of my arm. I don't know how I ended up here, or what you have planned in that devious mind of yours, but you can forget it. I don't sleep around, or mess around, and I don't appreciate having my drink spiked. You got me drunk so you could ensnare me."
That gorgeous hunk had the audacity to laugh! A deep throaty laugh, showing her a set of perfect white teeth, lips that were made for kissing, and the sexiest dimple on his left cheek. Rolling onto his back, he put his arms behind his head, and stared up at her, giving her a full view of his large, tanned bare chest. A hairline went from his chest down and continued under his jeans. Uncomfortable and mortified that she was staring, she closed her mouth and turned around to grab her shoes and leather jacket.
~ Ginny's morning went from bad to worse, within minutes she found herself over his knee getting the hardest spanking of her life. Begging him to stop only seemed to make him want to spank her harder. She was helpless, hanging in the air over his knee which was propped up on a wooden chest, head and feet dangling, he was setting her ass on fire with hands that were made of leather. Big strong hands that covered each cheek with every hard slap, moving between both cheeks, sometimes right in the middle or the top of her legs.
Kicking, screaming and swearing at the top of her lungs, no one came to her rescue. She had to take the full punishment, and when she thought he was finally done, she learned that he had only stopped long enough to pull her panties down around her knees so he could spank her bare ass even harder. ~
This is a sneak peek and author narration of Enchant Me, coming to Blushing Books and Amazon this week. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Alisa Eckols
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