Maddie Danvers is outraged when she and her husband move to the foothills of Kentucky and her husband receives some very unwanted advice.
At least in her opinion!
She likes her husband just fine the way he is, thank you very much! She doesn’t need the men in town interfering in their relationship.
The Reverend Heathcliff Danvers is new to the Parish of Brocton, and a novice at being a husband. His sweet and lovable wife, Maddie, seems to have developed some very stubborn and willful ways though, and he’s not sure how best to handle his little dynamo.
When a well-meaning friend advises him to turn Maddie over his knee to slow her down and open her ears, the sparks fly!
It’s fun and hijinks in the hills of Kentucky with these early American stories of life with Maddie and the man who loves her more than life itself.
I’ve combined The Brocton Chronicles into one full sized book. It’s almost 300 pages of life in Brocton, Kentucky, with Maddie and the other wives of Brocton parish. The gentle Heath has his hands full as his willful wife leads him in circles until he begins to put his foot…and his hand…down! I hope you’ll enjoy the Maddie stories.
Be sure to watch for the second book in the series, entitled A Shotgun Wedding, coming in July 2021! This will be a another full length book about the deputy in town. Matthew McCracken.
“A confirmed bachelor, Matt is horrified when he receives an orphan into his care, only to find out she’s a girl! What’s he supposed to do when the mountain men insist on a wedding or a funeral? His to be exact…and it’s his choice.”
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For Maddie, the men of Brocton are too quick to tell her husband what to do. Especially when it comes to handling her!
Hello, my friends!
I’m pleased to be bringing back some stories that have been out of print for years! I hope you’ll enjoy this collection of stories about Maddie and the man who loves her more than life itself.
Enjoy this excerpt:
Maddie was angry at Heath’s determination to beat her with a switch and angry at herself for not listening to him in the first place. She was also fearful and humiliated. Being sent to cut your own implement of torture was just too much. Furious, she slashed off a slender shoot and returned to her husband, jamming the offensive twig into his chest.
“There!” she announced scornfully.
Heath took the proffered switch and held it up. “It’s a bit puny isn’t it Maddie?” he asked, trying not to laugh. The branch was about six inches long and covered with leaves, hardly big enough to swat a palm with, let alone a nice rear-end.
“Well, you never said how big it was supposed to be,” she returned defensively.
Heath began peeling leaves from the little branch. “Well, it’s your choice I suppose. But this is what I’ll wear out on your thighs after I spank your bottom with the real switch you are still going to go get. If you come back with another one like this, then I’ll have one for each thigh won’t I?” He smiled smugly at her and swished the little branch through the air.
Maddie gasped! He wouldn’t…surely? The look in his eye told her he was serious and Maddie’s temper finally began to cool as she realized she wasn’t getting out of this.
Feeling suddenly scared and forlorn, she slowly dragged herself back to the tree, looking for what she hoped was a suitable branch this time. She took her time cutting it, trying not to wince as she remembered Able hopping and yelling when their father had used a switch on him. He had sported little red welts for hours afterward and even seemed proud of them. Boys, she thought scornfully.
Finally she slunk back to Heath, her head bowed, and handed him the switch. When she glanced up at him, her eyes were misty and she watched in apprehension as he smoothly stripped the branch of its twigs and leaves. Finally he swished it experimentally through the air and she shivered at the hiss it made.
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Mads could have sworn the devil himself had sent the fiery bolts of Hell from his pitchfork right into her buttocks. No matter how much she begged and apologized, the relentless chastisement of his paddle-like hand continued. Tears spurted from her eyes and hoarse sobs burst from her throat as she struggled to endure his scalding displeasure. Finally, she gave up and collapsed over his lap, accepting that her fate would be to never sit again for a meal on a hard chair. He had obviously scarred her for life. She was so lost in abject misery that it took a few minutes to realize he’d stopped spanking and was now rubbing his palm gently over the backs of her legs and back up and over her bottom. In spite of the agony of contact from his palm, it did feel as if some of the burn was easing. “L-let me up, please?” she asked humbly, gasping for breath. Maybe she did owe him a real apology, and she was not one to shirk her duty. Although fierce in the face of injustice, she was just as determined to make corrections if she should find she was in the wrong. Besides, there was something about the way he was caressing her that was making her feel funny in her lower regions. The desire to moan with pleasure was replacing the sobs in her throat. This couldn’t be a good thing, even if they were in a fake engagement. She wondered if Snipes was hovering outside the door and if he’d tried to save her from her fate. Probably not. He’d think she deserved it. When she felt the dress sliding back down her hips and her body pulled up to sit on Josiah’s lap, she was relieved, although it confirmed her suspicions that she would never sit comfortably again. “I fear you have ruined my sitting ability forever,” she whispered throatily, huge tears glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks as she wiggled to find a softer spot. Alas, on his hard thigh, there wasn’t any. Josiah’s stern gaze softened, and a slow grin brought out the dimples in the corners of his mouth, causing her breath to catch. He brushed his thumbs slowly across her cheekbones, inspecting her face as if he were seeing her for the first time. “I fear, madam, that without your temperamental shenanigans and your pinching, you can be quite charming and amusing. Not to mention very beautiful. “His breath ghosted across her lips and the peaks of her breasts tingled as the leather vest pressed into her bosom. Yet he did not kiss her.
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Enjoy this excerpt :
Chessy Morgan grinned down at the man walking beneath her scaffold. He in turn glared up at her. She waved cheekily when he did an about face and continued on his way, his back ramrod stiff, the water droplets glistening on his black Brooks and Dunn suit jacket.
So much fun to aggravate the man.
There was just something about the set of his blond head and the natural dominant arrogance that he seemed to stride through life with that set her teeth on edge. At least through her life on the scaffold above the sidewalk where she spent three hours a day earning the insurance payment on her Volkswagen.
The Gods must have smiled on her three days ago. That was when he’d first walked under her scaffold, and she’d accidentally dripped her squeegee over the side of the scaffold from the next floor up. His arrogance had popped out immediately, directed right at her and her mistake.
“Hey! You up there! Pay attention to what you are doing! There are people down here you know!”
The irritable tones had slashed up at her through the crisp Boston air, causing her hackles to rise and goose bumps to break out on her skin. She peeped over the edge, her bright green eyes alight with mischief and curiosity, to see an irritated male face. The dark blond slashes of eyebrows were drawn together in an impatient scowl.
“You just dripped water on my new suit,” he told her in no uncertain terms, as if there wasn’t another store in the entire city of Boston that would carry another one.
“What a pity,” she mocked, her gamin grin registering exaggerated sorrow. “Sure and t’would be hard up you are if that’s the only suit you have to wear now, wouldn’t it?” She couldn’t resist her exaggerated Irish brogue.
It was obvious the man was anything but hard up and Chessy had disliked him on sight. People with money liked to throw their weight around. She liked nothing more than to prick their hot air balloons of pride and censure of their fellowman whenever she got the chance.
Today, the Gods had been merciful yet again. The same man was just walking away from her for the third day in a row—with a well-spattered suit. Life couldn’t get any better than this, she thought happily. Funny, even though he hadn’t said anything the last two days, she knew he was fuming. She shrugged her slender shoulders. She was at a loss as to why he kept coming back, and frankly, didn’t care. She had succeeded in aggravating the life out of him and she felt vindicated, although she would rather have gotten even with her skinflint grandfather. Since she couldn’t aggravate him, another man of wealth was the next best thing.
Chessy glanced down at her watch. It was almost noon. Time to close up for the day and meet Marsha, her best friend, at the Olive Garden for lunch. Whistling cheerfully, she lowered the scaffold and nimbly hopped off. It would be the end of the week before she finally got to the tenth floor, which was as high as the building went.
Working for Dunn’s window cleaners was interesting to say the least. She didn’t mind being up in the air at all and most certainly did not suffer from fear of heights. No, Chessy, short for Cheshire, was a Huntington, and Huntington’s knew no fear.
At least that’s what her spunky Irish grandfather had always told her.
She was even planning on making a parachute dive this summer, as soon as she could talk Marsha into going with her.
Quickly she jumped into her lime green Volkswagen beetle parked in the alley, and sped off, intent on making her lunch date. She totally missed the fact that she’d pulled out in front of a Lincoln town car.
Ty Anderson shook his blond head and watched the colorful vehicle disappear into traffic. The little Volkswagen began to weave in and out of the cars like a colorful butterfly flitting among the flowers.
It was that cheeky little window washer that kept dripping water on him each time he walked under the scaffold.
He supposed he could walk down the other side of the street, but he didn’t feel the need to go out of his way for a saucy little redheaded sprite with an attitude. He didn’t know why she seemed to have singled him out for her prankish gestures—he hadn’t noticed anyone else with water drops on their shoulders.
Not enough trips over a knee for a good paddling of her backside he supposed. Well, she’d better watch it if she knew what was good for her. If the right opportunity came up, he wouldn’t hesitate to flip her over his knee for a sound spanking!
Chessy had him dead to rights-until he kissed her!
When Cheshire Huntington realizes that Tyrone Anderson is the architect trying to get the old Odd Fellows Lodge in downtown Boston torn down, the fight is on. Chessy, as she is known to her friends, is a red-headed Irish sprite with a chip on her shoulder regarding wealthy people. The old lodge has memories for Chessy that she isn’t ready to let go of yet, and a health spa catering to the sinfully rich is a poor substitute for the historic building.
Tyrone Anderson isn’t about to let a cheeky little window washer who insists on dripping water on his new suit every morning from her scaffold get in the way of his new project. He’ll take the fight regarding the Odd Fellows Lodge to her if necessary. It doesn’t take Ty long to realize the little spitfire is hiding a painful secret. He wants to help her, but that’s easier said than done when she thwarts him at every turn until he’s ready to kiss her senseless or turn her over his knee!
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