Wildemina ‘Wilde’ Weston is the bane of her grandparents’ existence. Shunned by the residents of the small town in which they reside, the eighteen-year-old would rather be drinking, smoking cigars, and gambling with the boys than fitting in.
Jude Weston and his wife love their granddaughter but see no other option: the girl must be married off. So when the reputable town judge suggests a match between Wilde and his newly qualified magistrate grandson, Rostin Taylor, they accept.
Fully expecting a fight, they’re dumbfounded when Wildemina readily agrees. Truth be told, the news that Rostin is heading out West is all the information she needs – anything to get out of Independence. Her single condition is that the wedding be postponed until she’s ready; she will not give herself to any man until she wants to. If that means that she and Rostin will be setting out on the trail unmarried, so be it; their reputations be damned.
Rostin Taylor knows what kind of man his grandfather really is; snide, corrupt and just plain mean. He’s also fully aware that the old judge decided to play matchmaker purely in order to make his grandson’s life difficult by forcing him to wed ‘that Weston girl’. What he doesn’t expect, however, is how quickly and easily he falls for her.
Under Rostin’s care, guidance, and firm hand, Wilde blossoms. Even though the handsome young magistrate won’t allow her to drink and gamble with the boys, he appreciates and supports the fact that she can throw knives, hunt and shoot with the best of them – and he evokes feelings in her she’d never before dared to imagine.
There’s also something inordinately comforting about the way he calls her his ‘Mina-girl’… and the way he fulfils a role she’s always craved but never had; that of a real, loving Daddy. Rostin comforts her during thunderstorms and gives her pleasure the likes of which she’s never experienced before. He also doesn’t hesitate to put her over his knee for a sound paddling when she disobeys him.
Slowly, Wilde comes to adore the man she was assigned to marry. It’s hard, but she eventually finds the strength to trust him… to be vulnerable for the first time in her life. So when Rostin disappears after a fight, she is devastated. Were his promises too good to be true? Or have the dangers of the Oregon Trail in 1850 claimed yet another victim?
Find out in this; a sizzling Western story written in typical Breanna Hayse fashion: with heartfelt emotion, scorching spankings, suspense, explicit erotica, and a sweet dose of ageplay thrown in for good measure.
Rostin winced. “Let’s try to use a little less vulgarity. The duties of a judge’s wife include being gracious and self-controlled.” He held up his hand before she could argue. “Even if it’s true, we need to keep comments like these behind closed doors. Mina, darling, this is your chance to start over. Don’t you want that?”
She liked the sound of her name coming from her lips. He was annoyingly correct about how it softened it. Well, she could not permit that to happen! “I am not going to reinvent myself to satisfy a bunch of upstart pieces of shit,” she responded with a petulant shrug.
“I’m not asking that of you. I am asking you to give our new home a chance without being so defensive. Believe it or not, I am on your side. I also asked you to mind your language, young lady. That was your final warning. Cussing makes you sound like you lack any education and I want people to see you as being well-rounded and intelligent.”
“I like to cuss.”
“Then you give me no choice than to wash that pretty mouth of yours out with soap after a bout of the switch. Would you prefer that?” When she did not respond, he continued. “Help me here. I am not your enemy and I will make a sworn promise to you that I will do everything possible to make your happy, defend your honor and give you the opportunity to excel at anything you wish.”
“Good, because I am going to get into bounty hunting.”
“No, you are not.”
“What the hell not? The pay is good and I can easily bring in a dead man.”
4 thoughts on “I Like to Cuss”
Poooor Mina. The big Meanie should just let her speak her mind. Cussing is good for the soul!!!
I like to cuss too!!! Gets me in trouble every damn time
Yass JoAnna!!! Ever Darn time!!! Lol
Did i tell you i loved this book!!! I happen to identify with Wilde alot in more ways than one. Lol Great job Bree. Luvs