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Blurb:

Verity tends to tell tall tales, despite her name. Everyone knows she’s prone to exaggeration, and no one seems to mind. No one except the mysterious man who winds up wounded and in need of a doctor’s care.

The newly dubbed “Mr. Smith” has lost his memory and is of no help in filling in the blanks about his real name or his past that yawn like a bottomless canyon. While he waits for anything that sounds familiar or sparks a memory, he finds Verity’s family to be gracious and supportive. He also finds that he’s more than willing to administer a spanking when Verity tells one of her outrageous stories or makes mischief.

The hot sex between them heats up their time together, but can Verity accept that she’s in love with a possible married man, a possible outlaw, a possible reprobate? The truth will emerge, but the doctor’s daughter might be the last one to find out.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicitly described sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Excerpt (346 words):

G-rated

“Of course.” She poured a half-glass of water from a pitcher, and cradled his head so he could take a few sips. “Is that better?”

He swallowed, feeling his throat burn and then get better as the cooling liquid trickled down. “Better.”

“Good.” She put the glass aside. “Oh, Mr. Smith, you had us so worried.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Three days and nights. Today is Wednesday.”

So, whatever had happened to him, had happened on Sunday. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping to remember, but nothing came. “Where am I?”

“Why, you’re at the home of Dr. Denby Bucknell, my father, in the town of Virtue, located in the Arizona Territory.”

“Nice meeting you, Miss Bucknell,” he said, trying to smile. The expression made his head ache worse, so it was quickly extinguished.

“And you, Mr. Smith.” She sat back down in the chair, pulling it closer to his bedside.”‘Mr. Smith’ is what we’ve been calling you because we don’t know your real name. What is your proper name?”

“I…I am…” He closed his eyes again, trying to wrest the information from his aching brain. Nothing came except a faint tingling. The memory was so close, so very close, and yet it escaped him. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I don’t know.”

Miss Bucknell offered her small hand. “Then we shall continue to call you Mr. Smith. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, although I’m afraid it isn’t under the best of circumstances.”

He shook her hand and wondered at the weakness he felt all over. Her hand was soft and smooth, tiny, like the rest of her, though she had some pretty pleasant curves under her apron.

“Why am I here?”

“You don’t remember what happened to you?”

He shook his head and then winced at the pain.

“Puzzling. Well, two of our townsmen found you south of town. It looked like you’d been waylaid by robbers. You had nothing. No identification, no personal items. You were…” She blushed. “Unclothed.”

Naked and penniless. No way to know who he really was.

Excerpt (448 words): R-rated

He was naked except for one gray sock on his right foot and a red bandana precariously spread over his private parts. She felt her face flame. Verity didn’t know his name or where he came from, but with her father away almost all the way to Prescott, she had little choice but to treat the stranger. She was pretty much the “doctor on call” even though she had never finished medical school. But this was beyond anything she’d done as her father’s assistant. He usually shielded her from such displays.

Mark Milner, the town livery owner, hauled the man’s legs, while Jeb Hays, the farrier, carried the fellow’s arms. The bandana breezed off and Verity had to tell herself not to panic. She’d seen

baby boys; she knew what their parts looked like. A grown man was more than a sight to behold, however, a sight for which she was unprepared.

“Close your eyes, Miss Verity,” Mr. Milner said sharply.

“Nonsense.” Her voice quaked—not the certain and commanding tone she hoped for. And her gaze couldn’t move from it. Her face was hot, and the rest of her tingled.

“It ain’t right, seeing as you’re an unmarried female,” Mr. Hays said firmly as he helped put the man up on the exam table. After the stranger was settled there, Hays took the hat off his own head and put it over the man’s privates. “That’ll have ter do, I guess.”

The man was breathing, but blood congealed at the corner of his mouth, a shiner practically covered the upper right quarter of his face, and his chin wore a few nasty looking scrapes. His left thigh was swollen and bruised and a horse shoe print shone livid as a calf’s liver on the leg. He was a young man, possibly only a few years older than she, maybe thirty, with short brown hair with lighter streaks. As she checked his pupils, finding unfocused piercing blue eyes, she responded to the older man’s comment. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen naked men before, Mr. Hays.”

“You have?” Milner asked. “I can’t hardly believe it.”

“I don’t believe it,” Mr. Hays stated without hesitation.

Verity hesitated. “Well…”

Hays poked Milner in the ribs with a pointed elbow. “See? It’s a tall tale, just like always.”

Sighing, Verity leaned down to put her ear to the unconscious fellow’s chest—her father had taken their only stethoscope with him out of town. “Well, I’ve seen naked men in books—anatomy books.”

“Tain’t the same,” Mr. Milner pronounced. “You need to mend your lyin’ ways, Miss Verity. Your pa will take a switch to you, and I wouldn’t blame him.”

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Author Bio and contact info:

Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specialising in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasise fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 30 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.

In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, embroider, knit and watch hockey.

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