Wild West Bad Boys Erotic Bundle

By Elle London and Lovillia Hearst

Seduced By The Texan Mining Magnate
Sandra has always played the hand she was dealt. Growing up in a strict southern town to strict southern parents, she never had a choice in who to marry and what to do with her life. Being a bored housewife was never her dream, but now she’s trapped in something she can’t get out of. When her husband loses his job and starts to become abusive she has to get a job as the secretary at local silver mine in charge of sorting the files. Little does she know John Carnegie, the millionaire owner of the silver mine, has hired her for one reason and one reason only. As he calls her into the office and proposes a series of increasingly humiliating and graphic sex acts, she’s overwhelmed to say the least... However when she gets home only to be abused by her husband yet again, she walks in the next morning ready, willing and desiring to do every last thing the handsome millionaire desires.
Spanking The Spoilt Brat
Katie is a headstrong, independent cowgirl, but Jack, the new ranch hand, knows that underneath her tough exterior lies a bad girl begging to be spanked. As much as she hates him, she can't help but think about him all the time - and Jack wastes no time in dominating, punishing, and disciplining her. By the time she begins to have doubts, she's already bent over his knee. The only question is, how far will she let him go before she can't stand it any longer? Jack loves teaching a brat a lesson, and he won't stop until she's taken more than she ever thought she could.
Stuck Between A Sheriff And An Outlaw
An affair with a notorious outlaw is something Rose tries to leave far behind when she rides into the southern town of Copper Creek.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Bundles
• Release date: Nov 18, 2019

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Wild West Bad Boys Erotic Bundle

Lovillia Hearst

Elle London

Stuck Between A Sheriff And An Outlaw… Literally

Lovillia Hearst

Almost there.

Rose heard the muttered comment and lifted a hand to push the brim of her hat up slightly when she opened her eyes. It got her a view out of the stagecoach window. The position she was sitting in meant all she could see at first was the sparsely-vegetated scrubland they were passing through, but buildings started to come into sight and she guessed the comment was right.

They were almost at their destination.

That suited her fine because she was tired of traveling. She pulled the brim of her hat back down and closed her eyes again. Pretending to sleep was how she’d spent most of the journey. That enabled her to avoid any conversations with her fellow passengers although, more importantly, it allowed her to partially cover her face. Not that she really expected to be recognized, but she was always wary. She needed to be. The last thing she wanted was the life she left almost a thousand miles behind to catch up to her.

Copper Creek, the stagecoach driver shouted a short while later.

Rose pushed her hat up again and saw they were rolling into the town. She kept her gaze fixed on the scene outside the window to avoid eye contact with those around her and waited for the door to be opened when the stagecoach eventually came to a stop in front of a large building.

Jumping down to the dusty road with the other passengers, she watched as the driver clambered on top of the vehicle to start unloading the luggage. She stepped forward when she saw her bag being lifted and caught hold when it was tossed down to her.

Thanks, she said then stepped off the dusty road and moved a few steps away from the stagecoach.

Dropping her bag onto the wooden-plank sidewalk, she pulled her neckerchief off then removed her hat to wipe the sweat from her face and forehead. She looked around when she put the Stetson back on and made up her mind what she was going to do when she saw the saloon. A drink would go down well after the long trip and it would give her a chance to find out if there were any rooms for rent in the place.

Picking up her bag, she set off along the sidewalk until she was opposite the saloon before crossing over to it. She pushed the batwing doors open to step inside and glanced around as she walked over to the long, wooden counter. It was as she suspected. Copper Creek was a big enough place that strangers weren’t unusual and, as far as she could make out, no one paid her any mind. She was still guarded when she saw the barman coming across to her, but there didn’t appear to be any recognition in his eyes and she tried to relax.

What can I get you, lady? he asked.

Cactus wine, she told him and watched as he went to pour the drink.

There you go, he said when he put the glass in front of her.

Rose handed over a coin to pay before speaking again.

Does this place have rooms for rent?

Sure does, the barman replied. How long do you reckon you’ll stay?

Couple of nights, Rose told him. What’s the cost?

I can let you have two nights for a dollar, he said. Do you want to go up now?

Rose lifted her glass to take a drink and glanced around. The place wasn’t exactly busy and she started to feel a little more comfortable about things, so shook her head.

No, I’ll have a few drinks first, she said and picked up her glass to empty it in one gulp.

She put it down afterwards and motioned for another. When the glass was filled, she paid then moved across to a table against the wall. She sat in a position that gave her a good view around the place and took in the scene as she sipped her drink.

The creak of the batwing doors caught her attention a few minutes later and she glanced across to them. She was immediately alert when she saw the gleaming, five-pointed star on the man’s chest, but forced herself to stay relaxed and casually reached out to pick up her glass. Her heartbeat began to race as she took a sip of the cactus wine and it suddenly didn’t taste so good. There was no holding down the