A bold petitioner demanding the impossible.

A possessive earl who answers with his hand and his hunger.

Julia Moreau storms the earl's private study armed with nothing but defiance and a desperate plea for a royal charter she has no claim to. She never expects the towering noble to rise, pin her with a single scorching look, and haul her across his knee before she can draw another furious breath.

Her skirts fly up, her bare skin meets cool air, and his broad palm delivers the first blistering spank that shatters every wall she built. Each sharp crack strips away pride, leaving her flushed, dripping, and arching for more as fury melts into molten need. What starts as punishment spirals into fevered possession: his fingers tracing the heat he's raised, his mouth claiming hers, his thick length driving deep until she's trembling on the edge of ruin.