He's a tall, handsome, sexy as hell sheriff, and she's been in love with him for as long as she can remember. There's just one thing keeping Joanna Menard out of Jack Fawkes' arms. Her pride. Well, that and the fact that he spanked her like a naughty little girl a few years back. Not a few playful swats over her jeans, either. A real spanking, with her pants down, meant to teach an eighteen-year-old who thinks she can do whatever she wants a stern, shameful lesson. If the brute thinks that just because she's home for Christmas it means she'll want to see him, he can go straight to hell and take his steely eyes, gravelly voice, and big, strong hands all with him. Because she's not the slightest bit interested in seeing Jack, she definitely didn't bring herself to a blushing climax in the shower this morning while imagining him doing all sorts of filthy things to her, and she's absolutely not going to spend the holidays in his company... or in his bed.