Mail Order Brides: Taming his Montana Sweetheart

By Emma Andersen

Victoria never expected to trade in her expensive gowns and jewels for a two-bedroom cabin in frontier Montana and a man that refuses to love any woman, especially a socialite from the East. Victoria has to learn how to go from a house full of servants to a cattle ranch with more chores than time. Will she survive the Montana frontier and the man who is intent on taming her fiery temper with a heavy hand?
Promised to a vile man, Victoria Fremont is desperate for a way out, but her father threatens to disown her if she does not follow along with his plans. Victoria’s defiance of the life her father has ordered leads her to write to men seeking a mail-order bride, certain the opportunity will not only save her from the nuptials, but also lead to love.
James Ashland is a man dedicated to his Montana cattle ranch. He has found neither time nor inclination to court women. After burying his parents with little grief, he is certain he just does not have the capacity for love or emotion. It is desperation that has him writing an ad in the papers for a mail order bride.
When he sends for Victoria, James expects a woman who will not complicate his life. What he gets is a woman who pushes the boundaries and forces him to face emotions that have long tormented him.
Contains material of an adult nature, for adults only. Domestic discipline, spanking, historical spanking romance, mail order bride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Rose Publish
• Release date: Dec 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463994085

Emma Andersen

I am a graduate student with very little time and too many stories in my head. I have yet to learn good time management skills and am always being scolded by professors and classmates for my consistent tardiness. I try my best and even I have wondered how I've made it this far in my studies, but I have a big heart and good intentions. I began writing stories on DD to express my desires that I could not say out loud. I also used it as a means of working through issues in my life by placing characters in the same dilemmas that I was going through. I mainly write erotica fiction on domestic discipline, spanking, and BDSM. I chose to publish my books so I could share my stories with those who share the same interests as me. I have received the most wonderful compliments from readers that I will always cherish. I have also received comments and e-mails that are cruel and negative. I learned long ago to ignore these comments. Life is too short for negativity, is it not? I am very grateful for the kind words I receive from my readers. I will never forget those that have sent an encouraging word and I will always be thankful for their positive words as I stumble along my journey into writing. I am grateful that I have the freedom to share my stories.

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Mail Order Brides: Taming his Montana Sweetheart

Emma Andersen

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Mail Order Brides: Taming his Montana Sweetheart

Emma Andersen

Prologue

Victoria frowned, blowing the curls out of her eyes with a huff. The soft golden ringlets lifted briefly from her face for but an instant before falling right back over her eyes. This was quite the mess she had found herself in, she thought, as she tried to shake the curls from her eyes, but to no avail. They stubbornly settled back into place. It wasn’t any wonder that she was struggling with the few wayward curls, she thought with a frown. How was her hair supposed to stay nicely in place when she was forced to remain in this ridiculous position? Although Victoria had found herself in just this position a number of times, her heart raced wildly, very much aware of what was to come.

Less than a half-hour ago, Victoria had been carefully placed in the middle of the kitchen, deliberately bent over, her small hands gripping the rough seat of a wooden chair. It was an excruciating ritual that fed his hunger for power and dominance while sending Victoria’s stomach flittering in a flurry of fear and anticipation. For Victoria, just the act of being forced to endure this childish stance would have been humiliating enough, but she knew he had more in store for her.

Victoria knew that if any of her friends saw her just now, they would fall into a fit of hysteria. None of them could ever have fathomed any lady of such a high social class being treated like an errant little child. But worse than all that was the fact that Victoria knew, from experience, that being presented as such was just the beginning of this humiliating experience. Victoria’s expensive thick skirts had been lifted to expose her vulnerable behind and pinned to her back. Her crisp white drawers were pooled at her feet as she felt the cold fingers of the crisp air stroking against her naked skin, trailing shivering bumps along the soft swell of her naked behind, making the young woman very aware of her vulnerability.

She would have complained, actually she had done just that on many occasions, but she had learned the hard way that it would get her nowhere except earning herself a painful reminder in being stoic through further punishments. So there she was, she thought, bent over the chair, trying desperately not to squirm as she felt him behind her. He hadn’t said a word, had only made a whisper of a sound as he entered the kitchen, but Victoria had been more than aware of his presence. The man was hard to mistake, his powerful frame could fill a room, but it was the scent of leather and pine that created an intoxicating mix of his dark male scent that seemed to caress her senses, always sending Victoria’s head spinning in a frenzy of fear and desire.

Victoria strained to hold back the moan that struggled to escape as the rough skin of his fingers ran lightly over her pale skin, sending a shower of sparks shooting across her backside, her head reeling in pleasure and fear.

How did I find myself in this situation again? She wondered, the question flittering through her mind, just like it always did when she found herself in this humiliating position. She hadn’t always been so complacent, hadn’t always been so willing to serve her backside up like a fresh steak just begging to be devoured. Victoria had fought the man every step of the way, but now, after months of enduring his quick wit and short temper, Victoria had learned to take the punishments with gritted teeth, just to have a taste of the other side of him, the flash of a charming grin, the desperate need he could incite in her with but a brush of his knuckle on her cheek.

The reality of what was to come was all too clear in her mind and her body shivered in either anticipation or reservation. The memory of the last time he had caressed her backside in just this way, his soft touch such a contrast to the bite of leather, she wondered if she had lost her mind somewhere along the way to that day, that moment, as she actually craved these moments. The memory of the last time she was here was thick in the air as she ached for his hands to bruise her in passion, the memory of the night before echoing in her thoughts, sending a spray of fiery sparks shooting through her spine.

It was at these times, as she was displayed for his punishment, that she realized how anxious she was to taste that leather, no matter how brutal, just to feel his body reacting to hers in such a violent rush of desire, to feel him pressed up against her as he held her in place, his deep voice lecturing her for one thing or another. Victoria was well aware that it was completely irrational and any human being would surely flee from a man who all too easily showed his anger and disappointment, so very quick to punish for the slightest fault, but kept his affections closed tightly in his miserly fist. Yes, any well-bred woman would have searched out an easier man to live with. A truly wise woman would have run. But Victoria did not run, she did not fight or yell, she stood as still as possible, bracing herself for the imminent pain.

As she waited, wondering when he would move, Victoria thought back to how much her life had changed in a few short months. She would never have dreamed she would be punished like a naughty child. She used to live in lavish luxury with all that she wanted within reach. Victoria had never dreamed she would find herself in the middle of the country with a man who was more inclined to bare her bottom to punish her than to bare her body and love her. He was far too skilled with his hands and far too inclined to use them to punish than she cared for. Victoria had never thought she would give up all that she had ever known, her family and her friends, for a man who was the complete opposite of anything she had ever known. So quickly her expensive trousseau that she had once fiercely coveted was quickly forgotten as her entire life had changed as she made an impulsive decision to escape society and move from one state to another, clearly across the nation with no return ticket home. Although it was only a few hundreds of miles from her home, it felt like a different country at times. The Victoria who had lived in Boston had been graceful and proper, no man even catching a glimpse of one slim ankle or being in her presence without a proper chaperone, but all that changed when Victoria moved to Montana. Everything in the small dust covered town completely bellied all that she had ever known. Everything in her life seemed to change overnight and sometimes Victoria wondered if that same woman who had travelled from Boston still existed inside her. She had traveled across the nation, a young woman with a naïve innocence and tender heart, certain she would find the love she so desperately needed.

As a lonely tear slid down her cheek, the old leather belt fell across her backside, biting into her tender flesh with a flash of heat. Victoria let out one low moan, not from the pain or even the impending punishment. Victoria’s sorrow was far worse than any damage from the leather belt. Victoria had loved the man since the moment she arrived and she would forever live with the knowledge that an all-consuming love did truly exist, but she herself would never know what it felt like to be on the receiving end because no matter how much she loved him, he would never return her affection, for he had made that very clear. Victoria was destined to forever suffer the pain of loving the man she lived with, but never truly having his heart.

The reality of the situation tore through her chest violently as she sobbed, her chest heaving long before the leather had striped her skin. She didn’t know if he somehow had known how painful her misery was, burrowing into her chest like a hollow bullet, but he dropped the leather to the floor long before he ever had in the past.

He pulled her to him, lifting her into his arms as she curled into his chest. His lips kissing her hair, pressing against the side of her head as he carried her to the bedroom. He had known something was wrong, nothing had been right for weeks, but he had no clue how to fix it. For days he had felt the threads of their life slipping out of place, tearing at the seams, slow and excruciating as he desperately tried to hold everything together.

He gently slipped her small frame beneath the bed covers, brushing his lips across her tear stained cheek. He knew he should stay and comfort her, knew that it was what she needed, but he didn’t. He fled from the house, riding out across his land in a frenzied blur as he ran from the pain building in his chest, ran from the thick fear that licked at his heels. He had no idea, in that moment that he was running away from far more than his own ghosts. Hours later, when he returned to his home, the instant he stepped over the threshold he felt the bone deep loneliness cover him like a leaded blanket and he knew in that instant that she was gone.

Chapter One

Six Months Earlier

I will not marry him, I will not, Victoria Fremont stomped her foot, screaming into the crisp chill of the late autumn wind until her lungs ached. It felt good to say it aloud, it was liberating to finally get it out, to shout it out loud with no worry of retribution or punishment. She was a petite woman with skin the color of silken milk, her breath coming in short puffs of anger as she stood in the cool air, temper barely kept at bay. Her face was set in hard defiance, her mind whirling with words she could never say to her father as her face lifted to the