Annie Michealson needs to escape Colter Canyon, not because she rejected her mail order fiancé, and not because the only room in town is at The Magnolia Saloon, a notorious brothel, but because of Nick Kendal. The wealthy rancher frightens her. He has his eye on her for some dark purpose. His sultry gaze and his sensuous smile invite her to a wicked game she doesn’t understand. He thinks she’s a soiled dove like the other girls at the saloon. She’s not. Nick Kendal would like nothing better than to give Annie a taste of his discipline. Whenever he tries to talk to her, she’s either sassy or skittish. It doesn’t take long for her to become his driving obsession. When disaster strikes, Nick steals her away. Determined to protect her, he blackmails her into a hasty marriage. Once he has her in his bed, he'll explore all her secrets. ***** Standalone Novel, No Cliffhanger, Happily Ever After ***** ***** Safe Read, No Cheating, Some Strong Language ***** Also check out Old West Alpha and Sass Collection, TWELVE steamy Western romances from Alix West, all in one boxed set! From Mail Order Discipline, Chapter 3 He finished the last of the buttons and slipped the dress from her shoulders, draping it over a chair. He turned her to face him. Under her dress she was all lace and finery. His breath froze. Her corset molded to full, lush breasts that begged to be caressed. Her nipples, hardened peaks beneath the smooth fabric, called to be toyed with. Desire heightened in a rush of savage need. He curled his hands into fists to thwart the urge to tear through the delicate garments. She sat in a chair and loosened the buttons on her boots. Her legs were clad in stockings. The sight undid the last vestiges of control he possessed. He lifted her chin. “You slapped me a moment ago.” Her eyes widened in alarm, then narrowed in the familiar look of disdain. She kicked off her boots and rose. Without the boots, she came no higher than his shoulder, and still she was all sass and impertinence. “You shouldn’t ask a lady such filthy things. Do I like it rough or gentle? I don’t like it either way. Relations between a man and a woman are for a man’s benefit. Not a woman’s.” He chuckled. “So if I want it rough, then that’s perfectly fine? Music to my ears.” Her arm twitched. Before she could strike him again, he grabbed her hand, then the other. A shadow of terror flitted across her eyes, but was gone as quickly as it had come. He jerked her to his chest and pressed a punishing kiss to her mouth. She fought him, trying to keep her lips pressed together. He lifted her and carried her to the bed, kicking any furniture that lay in his way. Something crashed to the ground and splintered, but he didn’t care. He tossed her down on the mattress. She scrambled to get away and made it to the far edge before he grabbed her ankle. She cried out in dismay while he hauled her back. He flipped her to her back, wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrists and pinned them above her head, stretching her taut beneath him. He leaned down till his mouth was just a fraction of an inch from her ear. He paused to inhale, lavender and something else that made his thoughts spiral down to darkness. “Kiss me,” he snarled. “I won’t, you vile beast!” She twisted, but he held her firm. A storm of emotion played out on her face. She wanted to defy him? She’d slapped him once and tried to once more.