Introductions

Judging His Little Girl is on the way! We’re working on a cover and a set publication date. We introduce you today to Rostin and how he came to know of Wilde.

Judging His Little Girl 

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 town. 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 the 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 the nineteenth century 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.

“Your grandfather arranged it so that she and I get married before I leave on the trail.”

“Married? Shit, does Wilde know about this?”

“I’m not sure. It’s a pretty new announcement. I suspect that her folks are springing the news on her real soon. I just found out myself.”

“That’s awful. I mean, I think you and Wilde would be a great pair in hunting and stuff, but not as husband and wife. She don’t take to being coddled or doing things like other womenfolk.”

“Can she cook?” Rostin asked hopefully. That was one thing he failed miserably at- making chow edible.

“She’s great at camp. Like one of the boys. She can skin a rabbit faster than anyone I know and can even beat me at wrestling!”

“She’s a little older than you and you still have some growing out to do,” Rostin commented with a slight smile.

“Don’t matter. She’s a tiny thing but tougher than a badger with a sore tooth. She won’t put up with no nonsense from no one. She also don’t like to be bossed around either, so don’t you go barking orders at her or she might use one of her throwing knives. She never misses, either.”

“She sounds like she is all lady,” Rostin sighed.

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