Placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse, Lucy Tate is taught the meaning of respect.
In a flash, he’d parked and thrown the
driver’s side door open, and before she could get a handle on what was
happening, she found herself staring at the ground as he hauled her across his
lap with her hips resting over his thighs
and her torso hanging off the side of the bench seat.
“Agh!” What the hell are you doing?” She
flailed her arms and tightened her abdominal muscles, fighting gravity as the
blood rushed to her head.
His hand landed on the back pocket of her
shorts with a thud, and she squealed. The next swat fell just an inch or so off
from hitting the exact same spot. She kicked and squirmed as she squawked and
flailed her arms, but he was strong as an ox, and the truck was raised up
enough she couldn’t touch the ground.
“You need to learn how to act, and since
you’re too unreasonable to talk to, this seems like the best way to teach you.”
Her shorts tightened across her backside as he tugged at the waistband. He
smacked her butt again and she gasped.
“You can’t do this!” She put her hand
behind her back in an attempt to cover her stinging buns, but he grabbed her
wrist and twisted her arm so he could hold it at the small of her back.
“Really?” His
question preceded four sharp, painful slaps against her posterior. “Because I’m
pretty sure I’m already doing it. I’m not
exactly thrilled about having to take time out of my schedule to chauffer you
around, but I can’t disobey the matriarch.”
Lucy sat with her arms folded across her
chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side
window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted
her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens
abounded for as far as the eye could see. This
would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped.
She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her
comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama
might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she
pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all
that?” Dory Crane continued driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on
the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into
sadness and she didn’t want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent
treatment up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m
too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me
off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never
even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I
attended finishing school together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you
went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan
were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you
even graduate?” She practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady
when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of
her sons was good friends with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her
mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed
him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father.
Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My
dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him?
Nothing you learn will make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together
while pulling her hands close to her chest.
“I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you,
but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have
just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to
shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight
ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible
thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So
self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the
head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one
true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were
gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of
her throat. “Please stop talking.”
Blurb:
Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she's learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their relationship?
Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, you might want to look for another book.
Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave
About the Author:
Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM. Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.
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