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His Passionate Pioneer: Willamette Wives, Book One

By: Maggie Ryan
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2015 by Blushing Books� and Maggie Ryan
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Anna Martin has never lived her life in accordance with what others might think. Now, hiding behind the trunk of a tree, she's beginning to truly regret that fact. Listening to her reputation being ripped apart is making her suspect that her Ma's warnings are most likely coming true. After all, what man would ever consider courting - let alone wedding - a woman who never stops to consider what consequences her actions might have?

Richard Andrews has just returned to Crooked Creek after being gone for three years. The day he'd left, he'd heard Anna screeching that she hated being a girl. He'd also seen her spirit as her Pa had picked her up, turned her across his knee and given her a spanking. Richard has secretly loved Anna for years, and has returned to claim the feisty little copper-haired girl who has grown into a beautiful woman.

He loves her spirit and her determination, and knows both will serve her well. Without her by his side, the dream he is working so hard to fulfill would be worthless. He wants the angel he knows she is - as well as the wanton lover he can detect in her flashing eyes. By the time they reached a marriage agreement, she'd know that she was loved and could always count on him to keep her in line - even if that means turning his passionate pioneer over his knee on a regular basis. Now all he has to do is convince her to trust him; convince her to become his wife.

Can Anna push aside her pride and actually turn to another for help? She remembers Mr. Andrews very well from when she was just fifteen years old. She'd been devastated when he'd simply ridden away that day. Why was he back, and what did he mean when he asked her to trust him? All she really knew was that, the moment he took her hand, her heart was lost...

Maggie Ryan has done it again in this, the novel that was born in another of her best-sellers, Treasured Submission; she has woven a romantic tale of a proud yet sweet young woman who is willing to do anything - even travel across nineteenth century America into the great unknown - in order to be with the alpha male she loves. This story contains severe spanking, anal play, and explicit erotic scenes. If such material offends you, please do not purchase this book.

Chapter One

Anna stood braced against the trunk of the tree. She'd had to get away from the expressions of either pity or judgment she'd seen in the women's eyes, as well as the looks that were being directed her way by a great number of the men. Evidently, she hadn't found the proper refuge. Her hands clenched in the folds of her skirt as she listened. She would not let them see that what she was hearing was ripping her apart. How had something so innocent gone so wrong? Were people truly that quick to judge someone based on nothing more than an ugly tale spreading like the wildfires she'd seen burning across the plains?

It was taking every ounce of her self-control not to pop out from behind the tree to defend herself, and only the fact that she'd caused her Ma and Pa enough embarrassment kept her as still and quiet as a statue. That, and the fact that she was pretty positive her hind end could not take another whipping which she'd certainly get if caught in a physical fight.

"I'm sure you must be mistaken, Cassidy. I can't believe Anna would do something like that."

Cassidy's derisive laughter made Anna's skin crawl.

"Mary Beth, I'm telling you what Jacob told me and he was right there!"

"But� naked? Are you sure?"

"As the day she was born. Lord, can you imagine? I can't even believe she dared to show her face today. I'd rather die before having to face everybody. Think of it, every person here knows that Miss Perfect Annabelle Martin was prancing around without a stitch of clothing on." Cassidy's voice lowered but was still painfully audible to Anna. "Jacob said that her hair was red."

"Cassidy, everyone can see that. What has that got to do with anything?" Mary Beth asked.

"Are you truly that na�ve, Mary Beth? Not on her head, you prude, on her pussy."

At that, Anna saw red, and it had nothing to do with her hair�no matter where it happened to be located. She almost bit through her bottom lip when the evil little witch continued. "My Pa said there were names for women like Annabelle, and believe me, perfect or angel weren't the ones he was talking about."

Nancy Watkins's voice was the one that Anna heard next. "My Pa told me if I ever did something like that, I'd not sit for a month! Ma said I'm not to go near Annabelle ever again."

"I still say that your brother is� um, mistaken," Mary Beth said.

"Are you calling my brother a liar?"

"No, I just meant that there has to be a reason or some sort of misunderstanding. Anna is not the sort of girl to do something like that."

Anna was grateful that she evidently had at least one true friend left.

"If you don't believe me, just go ask Jacob. He's right over there by the baskets. Just don't expect him to bid on your basket! No man wants to court a girl who questions his word," Cassidy warned, and then squealed. "Oh, look, there's Mr. Andrews!"

"Which one, Luke, Roy or�" Nancy's question went unfinished as Cassidy interrupted.

"None of them, silly. That's their brother, Richard. Oh, he's looking over here. Lord, he is so handsome. No, don't look, Mary Beth!� It wouldn't do for him to think I'm interested." She gave another giggle and, though it grated on Anna's nerves, at least she was no longer the center of attention.

"I wonder if his brother told him about Anna?" Cassidy's question moved the conversation back to where it had started. "Mr. Andrews�Luke, I mean�does work with Mr. Martin, after all."

"I'm not sure Anna's Pa would be eager to spread the story," Elizabeth Cochran suggested.

"Well, someone should," Cassidy retorted. "After all, it is our duty as God-fearing Christians to keep the godly men away from women like Anna. We are good girls, suitable for marriage�not wanton, or hussies like that red-haired witch." A bell began to ring loudly. "Come on, it's about to start, and I want to make sure Mr. Andrews knows which basket is mine."

"That's cheating, Cassidy. We're not supposed to say."

"Lawd, Mary Beth, you are such an infant. No one's going to know unless you tell, and remember, if you do, I'll make sure Jacob knows you're a tattletale."

"I don't care!" Mary Beth stated. "You're just being mean and hateful, Cassidy. Anna is a good girl and you know it! I don't believe a word you're saying, and I wouldn't want your stupid brother if he were the last man on earth!"

A moment's silence had Anna relieved that the group was moving towards the tables�until another voice destroyed that hope.

"Good afternoon, ladies. Is something wrong with Miss Grant?"

"Oh, no," Cassidy said, "Nothing to fret about. Mary Beth is just a bit under the weather," she assured him. "Speaking of weather, isn't it a perfect day for a picnic, Mr. Andrews? I'm so glad you decided to grace us with your presence. It's been far too long since we've seen you in town. Tell us, where have you been hiding yourself?"

Anna could just picture Cassidy tossing her golden ringlets, that simpering smile plastered on her face, blue eyes wide, black lashes batting furiously on pale, unfreckled cheeks.

"I wouldn't think you'd notice, Miss Johnson. After all, you've grown up quite a bit since the last time I saw you. I'm sure there are plenty of other men who have caught your eye," Richard said, and another giggle rang out.

"Oh, you are embarrassing me, Mr. Andrews."

Anna was positive that the hateful, spiteful girl was not the least bit embarrassed.

"That certainly wasn't my intention, Miss Johnson. Actually, I was wondering whether any of you lovely ladies can tell me where Miss Martin might be. Her Ma and Pa are looking for her."

Anna had relaxed a little, but instantly tensed at the question.

"I imagine she's hiding�after all, haven't you heard what happened?" Cassidy's voice had lowered, as if she were sorry she had to deliver such shocking news. "She was, well, shall we say, caught in a very compromising situation with a large group of men! We were just saying how we're surprised she even came today. I know that I'd just perish if everybody knew that I� oh, I can't even say!"

"I can understand your reluctance," Richard said. "After all, a person's reputation is very important. It's easy to tarnish, and almost impossible to repair even if the story doesn't turn out to be exactly as has been expounded."

"Oh, I agree. The poor thing, I just hope she knows how sorry we feel for her." The sound of the bell pealing had her speaking a bit louder. "I just can't bear to talk about it anymore. It must be lonely out there on that ranch all alone. Goodness, when was the last time you had a good home-cooked meal, Mr. Andrews?"

Anna heard Richard answer that it had been a while and rolled her eyes. After all, he wasn't living in some rickety shack in the middle of nowhere, as far as she knew. He'd returned to the same homestead in which he'd grown up with his four brothers; two of whom were married. If he hadn't eaten a 'home cooked' meal that very morning, she'd eat her bonnet.

Cassidy's giggle preceded her next statement. "I'm not one to brag, but I've been told I'm quite an excellent cook. If you'd like to taste my wares, my basket is the third one from the left, but don't tell anyone I told you." Another irritating giggle had Anna wondering whether the girl was eight or eighteen.

"Cassidy, we have to go," Elizabeth said, as the bell rang for the final time.

"Remember, the third from the left," Cassidy reminded Richard needlessly. "I promise you won't be disappointed."

Anna knew she had to pull herself together. If she had her way, she'd be ducking into the shadows of the buildings and running towards home. But it wasn't her way that mattered. Her folks had informed her that she would be attending today's event whether she liked it or not. After all, the residents of Crooked Creek were the ones who kept her Pa in business. Taking several deep breaths, she relaxed her hands, smoothed down her skirts and closed her eyes.

"Dear God, please just let me get through today. You know it wasn't my fault." She paused and shook her head. "It was that horrid Jacob and his friends, but did they get punished? No, it was my backside that took an undeserved thrashing. If you are a fair God, you'll make sure they get theirs as well!"

"Do you think requesting retribution is a proper prayer?"

Anna's eyes snapped open. Had she been praying out loud? Looking around, she saw that she was still alone. Her arms broke out in goose flesh as she looked towards the heavens, as if prepared to see that God himself was looking down at her; a frown on his face, his white head shaking in disapproval.

"I'd think a bit more humility might be good idea, but if that is not possible, remember that God helps those who help themselves."

This time it was her head that snapped around, certain the voice was definitely human. Still, she was startled when a large figure suddenly appeared in front of her having assumed he'd followed the group of girls. Tilting her head back, she stared up at the man towering over her. She hadn't seen him in a few years but knew instantly who he was. He was definitely not some ethereal being. Not only was he flesh and blood, but Cassidy had spoken the truth about one thing�he was incredibly handsome. His white shirt strained across the slab that was his chest. His face was rugged, his hair the color of coal, and when eyes, the color of a cloudless summer sky, captured hers, Anna's breath caught in her throat. His slow smile had her straightening to her full height of two inches over five feet. "I'm not feeling very humble right now, Mr. Andrews," she said. "Now, if you'll pardon me." She turned to leave with as much dignity as possible when his next words stopped her in her tracks.

"The little girl I remember was quite feisty. What happened to her?"

A memory bloomed as an image of his last visit replayed in her head. All she really remembered was that she'd been lifted off her feet, her Pa's hand descending on her backside�right in front of this man and his brother. Glancing at the crowd moving towards the tables, she once again caught sight of the girls she had considered to be friends. Watching Elizabeth as she laughed at something said by Jacob Johnson, and seeing Cassidy tossing her blonde ringlets about as if she were some flower drawing bees to honey, Anna's hands clenched again.

"Little girls are just that; children. It seems that grown women are held to a much higher standard�one that is difficult enough to meet, and downright impossible when boys such as Jacob, Darrell and Robert are involved." She turned back to face him. "Cassidy would love to tell you all about it, Mr. Andrews. She has made damn sure everybody else in town knows what happened."

Richard's eyes met hers. "I think that you'd be wise to remember the fact that cussing is considered naughty, Miss Martin." His grin belied his stern words. "In fact, I seem to recall that that was one of the reasons why you got your arse spanked that day, so long ago."

Though she felt her face heat, she didn't apologize. "I should think you'd be wise enough to remember that girls like me obviously don't give a damn about being ladylike. Didn't you hear, I'm not a lady, I'm a� a fallen woman."

"So you will just let Miss Johnson win without fighting back?" he asked, taking a step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come now, Miss Martin, I would have thought your Pa taught you better than that."

Anna's laugh was brittle as she remembered exactly what lesson her Pa had taught her the day before. She had to once more clutch her skirts�this time not to keep herself from pulling Cassidy's hair right out of her head, but to keep her hands off her own backside. Just remembering the time she'd spent in the barn had her bottom throbbing again.

"You are not a fallen woman. You are Miss Anna Martin today, just as you were yesterday. And, sweetheart, you are made of much tougher stock than you realize." Richard took a few more steps until he was right beside her. Only then did his eyes move towards the crowd. "Do you want to spend the rest of your life apologizing for something that wasn't entirely your fault, or would you prefer to show everyone that you are above such tales?"

Anna stood silent for a few minutes. Would she ever be able to hold her head up again? "I can't," she began. "My Pa�"

"Loves you," Richard said. When she huffed and looked away, he reached out, cupped her chin, and turned her face back to him. "You know he does. Just because he might have given you a thrashing, it doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, little one, if he didn't love you, he wouldn't bother."

She felt her face flush at his mention of a thrashing but remembered that he'd heard her prayer. Even if he hadn't, she didn't suppose what a father would consider justice for his wayward daughter was a mystery. "He's ashamed of me, and didn't believe me when I told him what happened," she protested but, for some reason she couldn't explain, didn't pull away.

"I think that if you give that a great deal more thought, you'll discover a different version of what you think is the truth. Somewhat like the stories floating around today." He released her chin only to reach out and pull the bonnet that had fallen to lie against her back up over her head. "Just like you are still refusing to wear your bonnet, I know you're made of tougher stuff." Tying the ribbons of her bonnet beneath her chin, he tucked strands of hair that had escaped from their pins up into it before tracing the freckles that spanned her cheeks and the bridge of her nose with his fingertip. "I bet that feisty little one is still inside you, and though you might not believe you can do this alone, together I believe we can. Do you trust me, Miss Martin?"

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes, the way his touch had made her heart stop, or the smile he gave her, but for the first time, Anna felt something other than shame. When his hands dropped to remove hers from where they were clenching her skirts to give them a gentle squeeze, she made her decision. "I don't know why, Mr. Andrews, but I find that I do."

"Good girl," he said. "Chin up, and remember what I said; God helps those who help themselves."

"Even if I'm still spitting mad and fresh out of humility?" Anna asked, taking a deep breath.

Richard chuckled and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. "I believe God knows that deep down beneath that anger is a humble soul. Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." She placed her free hand over the one already holding his arm.

Stepping out from beneath the shade of the huge oak tree, the couple walked towards the rest of the community. Ignoring the looks of surprise being shot their way, Richard would give an occasional nod of his head to the men they passed or tip his hat to the women before returning his attention to the petite woman at his side. His smile remained on his face as he walked, ostensibly without a care in the world, right into the middle of the crowd before stopping. When Anna's hands trembled on his arm, he covered them with his free hand and bent to whisper into her ear. "Never let them see your fear, angel." He led her to where her family was waiting, Mary Beth standing with them. Giving Anna's hand a squeeze, he stepped away.

Anna watched as he again moved through the crowd, her heart stuttering when he stopped again�right beside Cassidy and her brother. So much for trusting him!

* * * * *

Richard could have sworn he felt Anna's eyes on his back, and from the way his shoulder blades were burning, he felt certain those pretty eyes were also full of fire. Instead of being worried, however, he felt proud of the girl. He hadn't been teasing when he'd reminded her of her youth.

When he'd left to begin taking the steps necessary to start his dream, Annabelle Rose Martin had been fifteen, a decade younger than he. He grinned, remembering the last time he'd seen her. She had been standing, her hands on her hips, her eyes flashing as she emphatically stated that she was God-damned tired of being a girl. He could remember vividly seeing her red hair�freed from her braids after her escapades�blowing in the wind, her bare foot stomping as he tried to explain that he couldn't take her on what she called, 'his great escape from a horrible, boring town'. She'd told him she didn't give a damn, he could go to hell as far as she was concerned. He'd also seen the tears in her eyes that she refused to allow to fall, not even when told that young ladies did not scream and throw tantrums, and definitely did not take the good Lord's name in vain. He and his brother had been witnesses to the spirited girl screeching and kicking up her feet when her Pa had simply picked her up, tucked her beneath his arm, and given her a spanking. By the time she'd been set back down onto her feet, she had tears streaking down her dirty face, but there was still defiance burning in her eyes. He could also remember that that was the day he had known his dream would be expanded to include a beautiful and spirited, copper-haired girl.

He'd returned to discover that, even though Anna hadn't grown much more than an inch since that day, she was definitely no longer a little girl. She'd turned eighteen a few months earlier and had grown into a beautiful woman. He'd almost chuckled as he'd tucked her hair into her bonnet, but had really wanted to continue to caress the silken strands of fire. Though her hands had been clenched in her skirts instead of on her hips, and despite the hurt she'd obviously been feeling, he'd been glad to see some of the pain fade away as fire took its place in her green eyes. Hearing the pastor begin to reiterate the rules of the auction, he knew it was time to prove that the woman he still loved had not misplaced her trust.

"I don't know why it matters," he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. "I bet every single one of those baskets contains the same fried chicken, slaw and biscuits."

"How much?"

Richard turned his head slowly, as if surprised to hear a response. "Excuse me?"

Jacob Johnson shrugged. "Just asking how much you wanna bet." When Richard didn't take the bait, he continued. "I'm just saying, if you're sick of eating chicken, I know a basket full of freshly fried trout."

"How fresh?" Richard asked, looking from Jacob to the table and back again. He didn't miss Cassidy flipping her hair once more, or the fact that she held her left hand, three fingers splayed, in front of her. He had to admit she was quite the little beauty but he was far more interested in a woman who was beautiful inside and out. Remembering his plan, he looked back to Jacob and shrugged.

"I tried fishing last week and didn't get a single bite," he added.

Jacob's laugh was joined by his best friend, Darrell's. "That's because you don't know where the honey hole is and aren't using the right equipment."

"Stop teasing, Jacob," Cassidy said, smiling sweetly. "It's not nice, and besides, Mr. Andrews has been away. He's probably forgotten all the good places to fish."

Richard noticed that several men were listening�as he'd hoped they would. He wanted as many people as possible to hear what he hoped would be quite revealing. Even Pastor Brown, who had ended his spiel, appeared not to be in a hurry to begin the auction, bending down to listen to something his wife was saying.

"Ah, that's right," Richard said, tipping his hat back a bit. "I seem to remember hearing that you are quite the fisherman. You even tie your own flies with feathers, or is that someone else?"

Jacob's chest puffed up with pride. "Dang right I do. In fact, your brother asked if I might make some to sell at the mercantile but I told him no." His loud laugh drew yet more attention. "I'd rather sell him fish�like those I caught yesterday down where that copse of pecan trees hang over the bank. Those fish surely do love all those feathers. They were practically jumping out of the water onto the bank."

Richard rubbed his chin. "Isn't that on John Martin's property?"

Jacob shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe, but nobody owns the river. I can fish wherever I want."

Nodding, Richard turned his head towards where Anna was still standing with her family, her eyes narrowed as if directing arrows at his back. He gave her a wink before turning back to face the brash young man. "I suppose he wouldn't mind� if fish were all you were taking."

For the first time, Jacob appeared to be a bit confused. "What are you talking about? I didn't take nothin' but those trout."

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Richard pulled out an object and rubbed it between his fingers. White and brown feathers swirled with the motion.

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Jacob demanded, reaching for the fly. "That's one of mine!"

"Are you sure?" Richard asked, the twirling fly ensuring that yet more attention was drawn from the crowd.

"Hell yes, I'm sure!"

Richard allowed Jacob to take the fly before advancing towards him, the younger man stepping back at the unexpected movement. "Why don't you tell me where you think I found it?" he said.

Darrell and Robert had moved even further away and the looks on their faces made it clear that they hoped Jacob would keep his mouth shut. However, Jacob was obviously not a man who thought things through very well.

"What does it matter? It's mine, and that's all there is to it."

Richard took another step forward, reaching out to gather a good-sized wad of Jacob's shirt, pulling him closer, lifting him until the toes of Jacob's boots were barely able to scrabble at the ground. "It matters because I found it snagged in a dress that I'm damned sure doesn't belong to you. Care to explain how it got there, and why the dress was stuffed under some rocks, halfway between the Martins' place and yours?"

When no answer seemed forthcoming, Jacob's eyes darting everywhere but to the man holding him, Richard bent a bit closer but did not lower his voice. A muscle was twitching along his jawline. "It was a dress you took off a branch in that copse of trees," he went on. "You know, the ones on Martin's property? A dress you damn well knew belonged to Miss Martin. A dress you stole, forcing Miss Martin to walk home�" he paused, looking past Jacob to Cassidy, "in her chemise and drawers�not naked, as your sister is telling anyone who is stupid enough to listen. Not only that, but Miss Martin had to walk home barefoot, because you stole her shoes as well."

Silence hung over them and spread out until not a single sound could be heard anywhere among the crowd. Everyone's attention was on the two men.

"It was just a prank," Jacob finally stuttered.

Richard released him suddenly and the young man stumbled backwards. Richard took a step towards him, speaking in a deadly low tone. "A prank that has caused a great deal of harm. What kind of lowdown scum are you? What sort of man trespasses on another man's property? What sort of man spies on an innocent young woman doing nothing more than taking a swim on a hot day�on her Pa's land? And, what sort of man steals her clothes? Tell me, did you and your so-called buddies enjoy watching Miss Martin? Did you get a thrill seeing her panic? Did you even think for one damned minute that she could seriously injure herself walking barefoot by the river? Did you give one thought to the fact that snakes are coming out of hibernation? It wasn't a fucking prank; it was a deliberate act of malice by a foolish boy, and you ought to be horsewhipped!"

"I swear, I didn't touch her!"

Richard's voice was like steel. "That's the only thing that is going to save your hide. If you had so much as laid a finger on her, I promise I would not be so polite and calm. I'd give you the thrashing of your pathetic life before I had the sheriff throw your arse in jail and toss away the fucking key." Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "God, have you no sense of shame?"

A large man pushed through the crowd. "If he doesn't, I do. Get your sister's basket off the table," he barked.

"Pa, no! Mr. Andrews is going to buy it!" Cassidy cried.

Mr. Johnson turned towards his daughter. "As for you, young lady, you've been doing nothing but spreading hurtful gossip."

"Me? It's Jacob's fault!"

Not having yet moved towards the tables, Jacob turned on his sister. "It was your idea, and your fault you didn't hide the clothes well enough!

"Cassidy June Johnson, is that true?" Her Pa's face was turning almost purple with anger.

"I, I�"

"Quiet!" her father roared. "Go sit in the wagon, while you still can. By the time I'm through strapping your backend, I guarantee you won't sit for a week!"

Cassidy appeared about to protest but the moment her father stepped towards her, she turned and sprinted towards the line of wagons.

George Johnson turned to his son, who instantly moved to snatch Cassidy's basket from the table and walked as quickly as he could after his sister. The older man turned back to Richard. "I'll make sure they apologize to Anna and her family. I can't tell you how ashamed I am," he said.

Richard held out his hand. "As I said, Jacob is not yet a man, but I'm hoping he'll see the error of his ways and become one you can be proud of."

"I assure you he'd better," George said, shaking the extended hand before stepping into the crowd, taking his wife's hand and leading her to where the Martin family were standing, to speak his apologies.

The silence gave way to quiet chatter; people tsking and mumbling that it was an awful thing for the boys to do, and that they had always known that Cassidy was a little liar. Richard noticed that, in the mayhem, both Robert and Darrell had slunk away. Looking up, he gave the pastor a nod. The man clapped his hands loudly to draw attention to himself.

"Who's hungry?" he asked, and though the crowd didn't respond, he began his spiel as he picked up the first basket. "Who will give me a bid for a fine luncheon? I can't tell you what you will find inside, but I assure you, you won't be disappointed." He paused and grinned. "Remember, you are also bidding on the company of one of our fine young women with whom to share that picnic."

Richard turned to find Anna. She met his eyes instantly, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile on her face. He winked and touched the brim of his cowboy hat, nodding before returning his attention to the front. He still had a basket to win.

D on 01/12/2016 12:52am
I like the basic story, I agree that the punishment scenes were overly harsh. I also feel like Richard's language was at times crude. If you are going to write an historical novel based on real events and real places, get your geography correct. Mt. Hood is in Oregon, not in the Rocky Mountains. Inaccuracies like this are unacceptable in this age of instant access to all of the world's digital knowledge, especially when you are writing a book about the Oregon Trail and the Willamette Valley, which have been well documented in our national history.
D on 01/12/2016 12:52am
I like the basic story, I agree that the punishment scenes were overly harsh. I also feel like Richard's language was at times crude. If you are going to write an historical novel based on real events and real places, get your geography correct. Mt. Hood is in Oregon, not in the Rocky Mountains. Inaccuracies like this are unacceptable in this age of instant access to all of the world's digital knowledge, especially when you are writing a book about the Oregon Trail and the Willamette Valley, which have been well documented in our national history.
kitty ranma on 08/20/2015 11:10pm
I loved this and couldn't put it down. Richard was very strict when needed as Anna was very naughty and feisty by nature. Though Richard doesn't punish for every little thing he does for when Anna does something dangerous without thought to others.
kitty ranma on 08/20/2015 11:10pm
I loved this and couldn't put it down. Richard was very strict when needed as Anna was very naughty and feisty by nature. Though Richard doesn't punish for every little thing he does for when Anna does something dangerous without thought to others.
Juliette on 08/01/2015 07:27pm
Maggie Ryan writes so very well. Her tales are complex and beautifully descriptive. This story of Anna and Richard has the same qualities and is also of a good length. The start of the story is full of love, tenderness, some trepidation and of course well deserved spankings. As the plot progresses the tone of Anna and Richard’s relationship changes. He continually professes that he adores her spirited nature but then punishes her severely for this spirit. I found the punishments that he meted out unsettling and difficult to read at times. Conversely, the erotic scenes were easy to read and very enjoyable! I have decided on a 4 star rating in deference to Maggie’s skill as an author. I know that severe punishments are what some readers enjoy but I am pleased to see the warning at the bottom of the overview of the book.
Juliette on 08/01/2015 07:27pm
Maggie Ryan writes so very well. Her tales are complex and beautifully descriptive. This story of Anna and Richard has the same qualities and is also of a good length. The start of the story is full of love, tenderness, some trepidation and of course well deserved spankings. As the plot progresses the tone of Anna and Richard۪s relationship changes. He continually professes that he adores her spirited nature but then punishes her severely for this spirit. I found the punishments that he meted out unsettling and difficult to read at times. Conversely, the erotic scenes were easy to read and very enjoyable! I have decided on a 4 star rating in deference to Maggie۪s skill as an author. I know that severe punishments are what some readers enjoy but I am pleased to see the warning at the bottom of the overview of the book.
Marybeth on 07/27/2015 08:02pm
This is a great story by Maggie Ryan. I will first say that I have read the reviews by others. Yes, the punishments are severe, but that wasn’t uncommon in this time. Also, I don’t agree that Richard doesn’t love Anna. Richard was doing what was necessary to keep Anna alive. That was a dangerous time and many men and women lost their lives. So, that being said, I think this is a love story. Richard loves Anna and Anna loves Richard. He does what is necessary to keep her alive. Yes, some of the punishments were designed to make her more obedient, but again, normal for this time. I loved this story and I give it 5 stars!
Marybeth on 07/27/2015 08:02pm
This is a great story by Maggie Ryan. I will first say that I have read the reviews by others. Yes, the punishments are severe, but that wasn۪t uncommon in this time. Also, I don۪t agree that Richard doesn۪t love Anna. Richard was doing what was necessary to keep Anna alive. That was a dangerous time and many men and women lost their lives. So, that being said, I think this is a love story. Richard loves Anna and Anna loves Richard. He does what is necessary to keep her alive. Yes, some of the punishments were designed to make her more obedient, but again, normal for this time. I loved this story and I give it 5 stars!
noangela on 07/27/2015 05:08pm
Filled with romance action and suspense The heroine is strong and feisty The Hero is great and knows what is needed and when The Hero didn't make a game of a punishment it was a real thing in the relationship The story is well told and keeps you turning the pages to see what will happen next You will Love this book
noangela on 07/27/2015 05:08pm
Filled with romance action and suspense The heroine is strong and feisty The Hero is great and knows what is needed and when The Hero didn't make a game of a punishment it was a real thing in the relationship The story is well told and keeps you turning the pages to see what will happen next You will Love this book
Margaret Corcoran on 07/19/2015 02:14pm
I loved strict Richard and young childish Anna. The characters are well written, human and very well rounded. Anna has a tendency towards eedless actions and Richard has to bring her back in line with sometimes severe punishments. There is a lot of love between them and plenty of very spicy sex. I highly recommend this story as the reader will laugh and cry with the characters as they pioneer across America.
Margaret Corcoran on 07/19/2015 02:14pm
I loved strict Richard and young childish Anna. The characters are well written, human and very well rounded. Anna has a tendency towards eedless actions and Richard has to bring her back in line with sometimes severe punishments. There is a lot of love between them and plenty of very spicy sex. I highly recommend this story as the reader will laugh and cry with the characters as they pioneer across America.
Rhonda on 07/19/2015 08:14am
A very sweet and sexy DD love story. Richard and Anna are married and the next day they begin their adventure as part of a Wagon Train going from Missouri to Oregon. Both Richard and Anna learn about what it means to grow as a husband and wife, both physical love and punishment. Strangers become friends and then family as they go on the journey together.
Rhonda on 07/19/2015 08:14am
A very sweet and sexy DD love story. Richard and Anna are married and the next day they begin their adventure as part of a Wagon Train going from Missouri to Oregon. Both Richard and Anna learn about what it means to grow as a husband and wife, both physical love and punishment. Strangers become friends and then family as they go on the journey together.
Redrabbitt on 07/18/2015 08:07pm
I love historical westerns and this story kept me captivated and the pages turning. It has a great cast of characters, witty dialog, heartwarming moments and an HEA ending. Richard Andrews has returned to Crooked Creek after being away for three years. Anna Martin is now 18-years-old but hasn't lost her wild, stubborn streak. She is full of life, passion and her spirited ways have a way of leading her into trouble. I love how Richard stands up for her with the town and town bullies who try to sully Anna's reputation. Richard and Anna marry and leave the day after the wedding to travel westward. They trip includes many lessons in life and marriage that Richard will have to teach his feisty wife. Anna learns that marriage is not a fairytale, but you can have your happy ever after.
Redrabbitt on 07/18/2015 08:07pm
I love historical westerns and this story kept me captivated and the pages turning. It has a great cast of characters, witty dialog, heartwarming moments and an HEA ending. Richard Andrews has returned to Crooked Creek after being away for three years. Anna Martin is now 18-years-old but hasn't lost her wild, stubborn streak. She is full of life, passion and her spirited ways have a way of leading her into trouble. I love how Richard stands up for her with the town and town bullies who try to sully Anna's reputation. Richard and Anna marry and leave the day after the wedding to travel westward. They trip includes many lessons in life and marriage that Richard will have to teach his feisty wife. Anna learns that marriage is not a fairytale, but you can have your happy ever after.
SL on 07/18/2015 06:46pm
4 stars This was the story of Anna and Richard. Anna , a young 18 year old girl, married to a childhood love. They marry and then travel to their new home on the west coast. It is a long journey where Anna learns what it means to be a pioneer. She also learn how to please her husband sexually. There are spankings throughout. Some of the spankings are with paddle and belt and strap. She is switched. All of these spankings are for putting herself at risk or for sassing or doing things a young 18 year old would do. Anna has to really grow up during the journey. It has a happy ending. There are a lot of graphical sexual scenes
SL on 07/18/2015 06:46pm
4 stars This was the story of Anna and Richard. Anna , a young 18 year old girl, married to a childhood love. They marry and then travel to their new home on the west coast. It is a long journey where Anna learns what it means to be a pioneer. She also learn how to please her husband sexually. There are spankings throughout. Some of the spankings are with paddle and belt and strap. She is switched. All of these spankings are for putting herself at risk or for sassing or doing things a young 18 year old would do. Anna has to really grow up during the journey. It has a happy ending. There are a lot of graphical sexual scenes
anon on 07/16/2015 07:08pm
When I first met them at the picnic, I was delighted by how supportive and loving Richard was and how open and eager Anna was towards life. I knew the marriage and the trip west was going to require some changes and was excited to discover them. Sadly, I grew to dislike Richard and feel sorry for Anna. Richard was so harsh and unyielding in his punishments. There was no room for even an honest discussion of feelings. He simply didn’t want to hear her. With the harsh punishments and public knowledge of those punishments, Anna quickly lost all sense of free spirit. She even seemed to lose her sense of fairness in Richard as, when he had her bend over, she knew she was to be spanked even though she hadn’t done anything. Richard claimed to love her feisty spirit and then worked hard to get rid of it. They had great sex, but it didn’t feel like love to me. Richard was a bully who didn’t cherish the love Anna so willingly gave.
anon on 07/16/2015 07:08pm
When I first met them at the picnic, I was delighted by how supportive and loving Richard was and how open and eager Anna was towards life. I knew the marriage and the trip west was going to require some changes and was excited to discover them. Sadly, I grew to dislike Richard and feel sorry for Anna. Richard was so harsh and unyielding in his punishments. There was no room for even an honest discussion of feelings. He simply didn۪t want to hear her. With the harsh punishments and public knowledge of those punishments, Anna quickly lost all sense of free spirit. She even seemed to lose her sense of fairness in Richard as, when he had her bend over, she knew she was to be spanked even though she hadn۪t done anything. Richard claimed to love her feisty spirit and then worked hard to get rid of it. They had great sex, but it didn۪t feel like love to me. Richard was a bully who didn۪t cherish the love Anna so willingly gave.
SH on 07/16/2015 12:41pm
I loved everything about this book! I am amazed when I think of the sacrifices made and danger faced by the pioneers. This story and these characters give us a glimpse. Anna and Richard have such smoking hot chemistry and as their relationship grows they take the reader along with them on their journey to love and new beginnings. Maggie Ryan has hit a home run with this book, don't miss it!
SH on 07/16/2015 12:41pm
I loved everything about this book! I am amazed when I think of the sacrifices made and danger faced by the pioneers. This story and these characters give us a glimpse. Anna and Richard have such smoking hot chemistry and as their relationship grows they take the reader along with them on their journey to love and new beginnings. Maggie Ryan has hit a home run with this book, don't miss it!
K.B. on 07/14/2015 05:24pm
It would be hard to leave everything you know to set out on the Oregon Trail, but being newly-married would certainly make things more challenging. Annabelle is feisty and no stranger to her father's strap. Her new husband Richard is loving and firm as he takes her in hand. Anna learns quickly that there are few secrets in a wagon train. From the beginning of the journey, the wagon master makes it clear that he expects the rules he sets out to be followed by everyone and those who can't or don't comply will face punishment, possibly in front of everyone. This story moves right along and doesn't follow the same story line that many historical fiction wagon train stories employ.
K.B. on 07/14/2015 05:24pm
It would be hard to leave everything you know to set out on the Oregon Trail, but being newly-married would certainly make things more challenging. Annabelle is feisty and no stranger to her father's strap. Her new husband Richard is loving and firm as he takes her in hand. Anna learns quickly that there are few secrets in a wagon train. From the beginning of the journey, the wagon master makes it clear that he expects the rules he sets out to be followed by everyone and those who can't or don't comply will face punishment, possibly in front of everyone. This story moves right along and doesn't follow the same story line that many historical fiction wagon train stories employ.
MKS on 07/14/2015 03:00pm
I almost gave this book a 2 star rating but Maggie Ryan is a gifted writer. Let me explain. This story started very well, a page turner. I love both Characters Richard and Anna. They are a lovely passionate couple. The problem I had was the overly harsh punishments. I have never considered myself a feminist, however when someone continues to spank,paddle and switch someone, sorry but I could not continue to tell them I deserved it and how much I loved them. Richard loved the fact that Anna was feisty but I thought he was trying to break her spirit. When her bottom was too raw to spank he started on her legs and knew that her wool socks would cause a terrible itch and then after soaping her mouth asked if she would like to pick berries to help rid her mouth of the taste. I know divorce was not allowed but I would have strongly considered it. Again, Maggie Ryan is gifted and I love this type of genre but just too much punishment.
MKS on 07/14/2015 03:00pm
I almost gave this book a 2 star rating but Maggie Ryan is a gifted writer. Let me explain. This story started very well, a page turner. I love both Characters Richard and Anna. They are a lovely passionate couple. The problem I had was the overly harsh punishments. I have never considered myself a feminist, however when someone continues to spank,paddle and switch someone, sorry but I could not continue to tell them I deserved it and how much I loved them. Richard loved the fact that Anna was feisty but I thought he was trying to break her spirit. When her bottom was too raw to spank he started on her legs and knew that her wool socks would cause a terrible itch and then after soaping her mouth asked if she would like to pick berries to help rid her mouth of the taste. I know divorce was not allowed but I would have strongly considered it. Again, Maggie Ryan is gifted and I love this type of genre but just too much punishment.
Jaycee on 07/14/2015 02:23pm
Maggie Ryan creates a wonderful story set back in time during the heights of the Oregon Trail. Great attention to detail makes you feel as if you are experiencing what might have happened back then. I really liked Anna - she was feisty at first, willing to speak her mind and able to overcome what could have been a very damaging event. Richard was loving to Anna, supportive, but also overly strict. He told her and her father many times that he loved a woman with fire and spirit, yet every time she showed some spirit, she was scolded or punished. Richard also didn't care that he embarrassed or humiliated her in public. I felt that the Anna we saw at the beginning of the story was very different from the Anna on their journey. She was rarely spirited except when "sassying" Richard, and never seemed able to offer her thoughts or opinions. There were many touching moments between the couple, but his excessive punishments and inability to allow her some feistiness took some of that away for me. 3.5 Stars
Jaycee on 07/14/2015 02:23pm
"Maggie Ryan creates a wonderful story set back in time during the heights of the Oregon Trail. Great attention to detail makes you feel as if you are experiencing what might have happened back then. I really liked Anna - she was feisty at first, willing to speak her mind and able to overcome what could have been a very damaging event. Richard was loving to Anna, supportive, but also overly strict. He told her and her father many times that he loved a woman with fire and spirit, yet every time she showed some spirit, she was scolded or punished. Richard also didn't care that he embarrassed or humiliated her in public. I felt that the Anna we saw at the beginning of the story was very different from the Anna on their journey. She was rarely spirited except when ""sassying"" Richard, and never seemed able to offer her thoughts or opinions. There were many touching moments between the couple, but his excessive punishments and inability to allow her some feistiness took some of that away for me. 3.5 Stars"
Laurel Lasky on 07/13/2015 12:25pm
I love books about the old west especially the Wagon trains going thousands of miles along the Oregon Trail with all the adventure, hardships and the enduring pioneers. The gifted author Maggie Ryan writes beautifully from the prospective of one group with Richard and Anna a newly wed young couple. Anna has left behind her loving family and friends but finds a new family and friends with the wagon train. The author delves deeply into the feelings and emotions of these people and their amazing journey. Some of the scenes are laugh out loud funny along with tears. There is romance, laughter, sadness, panty melting sex and spanking, danger and suspence. Will they reach their destination? Read along and find out. Bravo Maggie for an awesome tale. (less)
Laurel Lasky on 07/13/2015 12:25pm
I love books about the old west especially the Wagon trains going thousands of miles along the Oregon Trail with all the adventure, hardships and the enduring pioneers. The gifted author Maggie Ryan writes beautifully from the prospective of one group with Richard and Anna a newly wed young couple. Anna has left behind her loving family and friends but finds a new family and friends with the wagon train. The author delves deeply into the feelings and emotions of these people and their amazing journey. Some of the scenes are laugh out loud funny along with tears. There is romance, laughter, sadness, panty melting sex and spanking, danger and suspence. Will they reach their destination? Read along and find out. Bravo Maggie for an awesome tale. (less)

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