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Claimed on the Frontier by Jane Henry

Joining me on my blog today is Jane Henry with her new release Tamed on the Frontier. I have just finished reading it myself and I loved it. The writing style is unique and there is something about the tone that actually reminds of the narrative voice from 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. I enjoyed Aaron as a strong dominant lead. You know exactly where you stand with him and though stern at times he is not unfeeling. Pearl, it did take me a little longer to figure out, she grew on me as I realized though a strong frontiers woman (she endures the hardships of travel with out complaining) but has a need to please. The two characters balance each other out as they laugh, tease and learn to love each other. But don't take my word for it, have a peak at the snippet below.



Pearl has fended for herself since she was orphaned at a young age, but on the night she meets Aaron Stanley her life is thrown into chaos. The handsome pioneer and his

brothers are headed west to stake their claim on the frontier, and when an unfortunate turn of events leaves Pearl without a roof over her head it is Aaron who comes to her rescue, offering to bring her along provided that she agrees to mind him.

As they begin their journey, Pearl soon discovers that Aaron is a force to be reckoned with. Though he quickly proves more than willing to take her over his knee for a sound spanking when her behavior warrants it, she is drawn to his stern, uncompromising dominance, and when circumstances force them into a hasty marriage she is happy to promise him her obedience. Despite her headstrong nature, Pearl finds herself submitting willingly to her new husband’s mastery of her body. But even as their passion blossoms into love, Aaron is determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land. Can their bond survive the harsh realities of life on the frontier?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed on the Frontier is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you,please don’t buy this book.

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“We've a few things to discuss,” he said. I nodded.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“The past few days have been awfully tryin' for you.” His voice dropped, as one thumb traced along the edge of my cheekbone. “Haven't they?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered again.

“And you've forgotten your place.” His voice deepened. “Today alone, you contradicted me in front of my mother. You disobeyed me. And just now, you tried to lift something heavy, and when you couldn't, you kicked it and cursed.” He raised a brow. “Is that right?”

I nodded, my ability to speak gone. A finger under my chin, his voice was both stern and gentle when he spoke. “Enough now, little one.”

Little one. Something in me warmed to that, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat. I felt our age difference then. He seemed so much older, and wiser, more patient, and knowledgeable than I. It seemed that trusting him was the best decision to make. I'd trusted him at the most precarious of moments in the past weeks, and he'd proven himself time and time again. I started as he gently spun me around, and I felt him begin to unfasten the buttons that secured my dress. I closed my eyes. He was my husband, now. It was proper. The minutes ticked by as he slowly unbuttoned my dress and pulled it over my head, laying it across the foot of the bed. He continued removing my layers of clothing

until I stood in front of him wearing naught but my thin chemise, which he lifted and pulled straight over my head. Next came the drawstring to my undergarments. And then I was bare to him.

His thumbs circled my breasts, and I gasped at the sudden sensation that lit my insides to fire. Heat pulsed between my legs and I felt my nipples harden. He smiled softly to himself. He released my breasts, and tugged me down so that sat upon his lap.

“From now on, you'll do my bidding,” he said, his lips at my ears. “Won't you?”

His hand gently kneaded my breast. I swallowed, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“And you do know that if you disobey, I'll punish you. Don't you?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes, sir. I know, sir.”

His mouth traveled the length of my arm, down my shoulder to my breast. He kissed me again, and his tongue flicked out. I gasped at the sudden sensation. He spoke again in a low whisper.

“But tonight, on the night you vowed yourself to me, I'm feelin' merciful,” he said. “Tonight we start anew. Tonight, Pearl, you belong to me.”

More about Jane...

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

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