Check out Maddie Taylor's hot new release - Marshal's Law. She's left us hanging with her excerpt but I suppose that's the point...
Blurb
When Janelle Prescott is thrown from her car as it careens off of an
icy road, she expects to wake up in a hospital. Instead, to her utter
disbelief, she wakes up in a jail cell which looks like something from
an old western movie set. It is there, hurt and alone, with no idea
what happened or how she will get back home, that Janelle first meets
Aaron Jackson. As she regains her wits, however, Janelle realizes that
something is terribly amiss, and her worst fears are confirmed when
she learns that Aaron is the marshal of Cheyenne County, Wyoming… and
the year is 1878.
When an injured, apparently addle-headed woman falls into his lap,
Aaron takes it upon himself to keep her safe and nurse her back to
health. Truth be told, he is instantly attracted to her despite her
sharp tongue and her bizarre story—a story which he is quickly forced
by the evidence to accept as genuine. After Aaron takes her under his
wing and into his family’s home, the two clash frequently, but Aaron
is more than ready to lay down the law… even if that means a good,
hard, bare-bottom spanking for this feisty brat from another era.
Having little choice, Janelle must learn how to live as a woman in
1878, including submitting to the firm-handed marshal who, in spite of
everything, seems to have laid claim to her heart.
Excerpt
Janelle’s protests were ignored, however, as she was jostled and placed on a hard surface. The room had a strong pungent odor, like nail polish remover. Not the strong, sterile, antiseptic smell of a usual doctor’s office. Looking around, she was shocked at her surroundings. Rough wood plank cabinets and floors, an old, wooden cane-backed wheelchair, and was that a hand pump at the sink? It looked like something she had seen in an Old West museum in an amusement park once. She tried to sit up, wondering what in the world was going on.
“Lay back now, miss. You’ve got a nasty cut on your forehead” the doctor stated the obvious before looking up at the marshal. “She’s going to need stitches, Aaron.”
“Technically, she’s my prisoner, so I’ll cover the expense.”
“That wasn’t my worry. This is likely to hurt, and I’m out of chloroform. I’ll have to use the ether.”
Ether? Chloroform? Dear God, had she heard him correctly? Was she dreaming, or trapped in some sort of old west delusion? It seemed very real to her, and she couldn’t just lie there meekly and do nothing.
“Are you freaking nuts? You can’t use ether! At the very least, you’ll blow us all to kingdom come with that shit. Not to mention, I’ll probably never wake up from it.” Her vision was finally starting to clear a bit, and she looked up into the face of a startled white-haired gentleman who she assumed was ‘Doc’. “Don’t you have some butterfly bandages or steri-strips? Just clean it up with some Betadine. Who the hell uses ether for a gash on the head, for crying out loud?”
“Marshal, I barely understand a word coming out of this poor child’s mouth. Except for the cuss words, that is. She must have taken quite a blow; she’s addled.”
“I am not addled, sir. I am a registered nurse and know what I’m saying. Give me a mirror, and I’ll do it myself.”
“But—”
“Give me a minute with her, will you, Doc?” The familiar deep voice captured Janelle’s attention, and she turned her head toward its source. Her jaw gaped in amazement, because looming over her, not an inch away, was the spitting image of Joe Manganiello, her favorite werewolf from her favorite show—True Blood. His dark hair and soulful brown eyes, along with the scruff of a dark beard, were the same as werewolf Joe’s from her sexy dreams. Only this man was taller, hotter, and a lot more muscular. He also appeared to be a heck of a lot angrier.
The doctor nodded, tucking a soft wad of linen into her hand. He quickly gave her instructions to hold pressure against the wound to slow the bleeding and then quietly left the room.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Joe’s lookalike walked closer to the table and stared down at her. “Let’s get some things straight, right now. You will do exactly what the doctor says; you will do it politely and will thank him when he is done. And if I hear another foul or disrespectful word out of your mouth, I will turn you over my knee and paddle your little butt until you can’t sit for a week. Is that understood?”
2 comments:
Thanks for having me on your blog, Natasha. I'm sorry for my tardiness. It is a flaw that I am dilgently trying to work on but at this time of year it seems so difficult. I confessed to my DH and his red holiday paddle made a swift and certain appearance. Maybe that is why I do the things I do
WOOT! This book was fantastic. Thanks Maddie:)
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