Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge E-Boxed Set

Kryssie Fortune

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Kryssie Fortune's holiday series, Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge now available in a convenient e-boxed set!

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine
Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?


Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?


Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor
Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam--the man she loved and lost so long ago.

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

  • Note: All of the books in this set were previously released as single titles.
Excerpt
Once Jazz had fulfilled her obligations to Star Magazine and banked their check, she tidied the odds and ends of her life. Finally, three days before Christmas, she loaded her life into her five-year-old car. Her last night in the apartment passed in a blur, and three hours before dawn, she set out to build a new future in the small North Carolina coastal town of Westhorpe Ridge.

“New start. New life. New ambitions,” she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher.

By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she’d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out. Damn, my spare’s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding. Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn’t felt so heavy when she’d packed it.

A police car pulled up. “Sheriff Mathews, ma’am. Can I be of assistance?”

His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. “I’ve had a blowout, but my spare tire’s under all my stuff. Don’t worry. I can manage, thank you.”

When she turned back to the car, Jazz’s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar. Handsome didn’t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth. And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use.

Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies’ lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. “Ethan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn’t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you’re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?”

He did a double take, glowered right back at her. “Jazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.”

Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he’d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he’d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he’d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she’d wanted the man she’d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side. He’s even sexier than I remembered, but what’s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now. She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn’t resist taunting him. “So, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?”


SEAN MATHEWS STARED at the woman he’d been fantasizing over since he’d arrived home in Westhorpe Ridge. In her worn jeans and figure-hugging T-shirt, she tempted him like a modern-day Mata Hari. After the dreadful soiree, he’d never expected to see her again.

It had taken a long, unpleasant interview with the CIA to convince them he’d only been hungry when he posed as his brother, Ethan. It hadn’t helped that the CIA kept tabs on his brother because he headed up a top-secret research team. Once Sean convinced them he hadn’t had an ulterior motive for turning up at the soiree, they’d warned him not to impersonate his brother again and let him go.

Coming home had never felt so good, except every time he closed his eyes, memories of Jazz’s honey-hued hair and aquamarine eyes invaded his dreams. He’d do anything to get Jazz Stewart out of his head, but he wished he’d stripped her slowly and seduced her. Spanking her had been as necessary as breathing. So had screwing her afterward, but later he’d learned about the spies using the soiree to collect state secrets. Last time they’d met, he’d brought her to orgasm. Now she stood beside her blown-out tire and taunted him.

His radio crackled, and his deputy told him Jazz Stewart was clean. There were no warrants out for her arrest, and she’d never so much as had a parking fine. He felt like an idiot for second-guessing the CIA, but she was the last woman he’d expected to see in North Carolina. And why was she heading toward his hometown of Westhorpe Ridge? His heart had leaped when he saw her, but his gut told him not to trust her.

Back at the soiree, the way she’d gathered up her clothes and run had left him eager to see her again. Women usually clung on until he called a halt to any relationship between them. If he could go back and change the way things had ended, he would, but he’d still have talked to Jazz at the soiree.

In hindsight, he should stay away from her, but she’d drawn him like a magnet, or maybe a Venus flytrap. His common sense told him to keep his distance, but he’d always been a sucker for forbidden fruit. When she’d stormed off to find her roommate, she’d certainly brought him back to earth with a bang. If he’d really been Ethan, he’d have let her seduce him and loved every minute of it. His brother had trouble getting dates, what with his top-secret schedule and the way his mind worked ten times faster than everyone else’s.

Sean hated the way Jazz had feigned unease as a ruse to pull him into her web. As a former SEAL, he should have seen through her act, but he’d fallen under the spell of a woman who he still suspected had plotted against his country. At least he hadn’t known anything classified to tell her.

Getting back into his sheriff’s uniform had grounded him and helped him suppress his longings for a woman he thought he never wanted to see again—except in his fantasies, of course.

He pictured her, hands on the car roof, legs spread. His hand trembled as he ran it over his mouth. In his imagination, he lifted her skirt, spread her legs wider, and fingered her clit, or better yet, ran his tongue across. He hoped she tasted as sweet as she looked. Once she’d come, he’d thumb her nipples and kiss the back of her neck until she begged him to fuck her. Damn, he needed to stop thinking about her like that and concentrate on the here and now.

So much for my unflappable professional persona. He hated the way she made his cock stand to attention. He wanted nothing to do with a traitor like her, but giving her ass another spanking sounded better by the minute.

He fell back and heaved a second suitcase from the trunk. Handcuffing her and doing a body search tempted him so much his balls ached. While he’d never abuse his authority that way, he would stay cold and impersonal if it killed him. “All clear, ma’am. Do you need any help with the tire, ma’am?”

She gave him a look guaranteed to freeze his blood and sat on the banking beside her cases, doing her best impression of a pampered southern belle. Fanning herself with a piece of paper, she sighed. “All that effort and stress has left me quite weak. I’ll sit here and recover while my hero changes my tire.”

Copyright © Kryssie Fortune

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