The Marshal’s Woman by Jordan St. John


I have Jordan St. John visiting today with his Amazon Bestseller, The Marshal’s Woman.  If you haven’t purchased this, click on the gorgeous cover above or the link below.  Here’s a sexy excerpt. Enjoy <3


The Marshal’s Woman is a Western historical romance set in Oregon in 1892 and along the Oregon Trail in 1867. It is actually two stories in one. The main story line tells the tale of US Deputy Marshal Virgil Cotton who is given the job of protecting a witness, Tansy Fletcher from a California crime lord. His job—to get her safely to a ranch in Oregon’s Cascade foothills and hide her in plain sight. The other story is the origin of the ranch itself and how two women, a mother and daughter, made the arduous trek along the Oregon Trail in 1867. The stories converge in a climactic confrontation with a vicious outlaw gang that wants the ranch and its carefully guarded secret.

Along the way there is romance, steamy love scenes and, of course, plenty of bare bottom spanking.


Deputy US Marshal Virgil Cotton has dealt with his share of sassy women, but when he is given the task of protecting Tansy Fletcher, the governor’s beautiful, headstrong niece, it quickly becomes clear that she is in desperate need of a firm hand applied to her bare backside.

After she witnesses a murder by a ruthless crime boss in San Francisco while pursuing her aspirations as a newspaper reporter, Tansy becomes the target of the killer’s hired guns, and Virgil is tasked with escorting her to a remote Oregon ranch where she will hopefully be safe. He makes it clear he will expect her complete obedience during the journey, but the impetuous girl promptly tests him and earns herself a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

Though Tansy is shocked to be punished in such a childish, humiliating fashion, Virgil’s dominance sets her desire burning as hot as her well-spanked behind. She longs to be taken in his arms, and when he claims her at last his skilled lovemaking leaves her utterly satisfied.

Upon reaching their destination, however, they discover that a shadowy gang of night riders is intimidating neighboring ranches into selling their land for mysterious reasons. Can Virgil thwart this band of outlaws and keep his woman out of harm’s way?

Publisher’s Note: The Marshal’s Woman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“We need to have a discussion,” he said.

“A discussion?”

“Yeah. About you obeying me when I tell you to do something. It’s for your own good and it might save your life.”

“You mean, how I took off on my horse yesterday after you said not to?”

Virgil eyed her coolly. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about that.” He tipped his hat back and came closer. “At first I was going to wait a bit to have this little discussion, but we are exposed out here and there are things we need to get straight between us.”

“Like what?” She saw his frown of disapproval. “All right. You… you have every right to be upset.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “That I do, Miss Fletcher. You made it easy for them to grab you, getting out of my sight like that.”

“You could have been shot. I know that now, and I feel awful about it.”

“Well, now. What do you think should happen, Miss Fletcher?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“What would happen at your uncle’s farm in Pennsylvania when somebody broke the rules?”

Tansy shrugged. “My Uncle Frank took his boys to the woodshed once or twice when I was there. I saw what he did.”

“Just what did he do?”

Tansy licked her lips. She wasn’t sure about this part.

“He took a strap and gave them licks.”

“Oh? Did you watch?”

He chuckled, knowing she’d probably hidden in the bushes and spied on the whole thing. “How many did they get? I’m sure you counted.”

Tansy took a deep breath. “About a dozen.”

“That sounds about right. You figure a dozen licks with the strap would teach you to behave?” Virgil rolled up his right sleeve.

Tansy froze. He aimed to punish her again. She wanted to scream, to run, but she felt too awful about her foolish recklessness and realized she needed to atone in some small way, even if it meant an indignity to her person. Then there was the fact that the idea of submitting to this steely-eyed marshal, flaunting her body like some barroom floozy, while horribly embarrassing, was also distinctly arousing. The abject shaming, that she would have to present her bottom for punishment, was delicious in a perverse way she did not understand. Why did she want to feel a strap across her fanny wielded by this man? And then what? Where might it lead? That’s what she really wanted to know.

“Yes, I suppose so.”

Virgil looked around. His gaze alighted on a nearby maple tree with a low-hanging branch. He unbuckled his knife belt. Tansy’s heart caught in her throat as she watched him slip the knife sheath off the leather. He wrapped the buckle end around his fist until he had a length of supple leather a couple of feet long.

“You know, Miss Fletcher? I think that would be appropriate. Go over there and grab that branch,” he said, pointing. “Pull your pants down. Stick that rump out and don’t let go.”

Tansy slid down her riding pants as ordered. Underneath she wore only thin cotton drawers.








Jordan St. John hails from the Pacific Northwest where he is retired and spends his days writing romantic thrillers spiced with liberal doses of BDSM/spanking eroticism. Jordan writes in multiple genres in romance including sci-fi, medieval, paranormal and historical western. When not writing, Jordan travels the West and Hawaii with his wife of 41 years and enjoys his family and grandchild. Jordan is also a musician and plays a pretty mean jazz guitar.

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