The Eight Wisdoms

My life usually follows the course of eight "wisdoms" taught to me by my Great Aunt Trudy. They aren't your typical life lessons, but they've served me well, particularly in my current predicament. Dumped by the perfect boyfriend, stranded in North Dakota and scared out of my pants by the local village idiots, there appears to be no end to my troubles. Fortunately, I've got a guardian angel. Well, it's pushing the limits of credulity to call tall, tattooed and sexy-as-hell-in-a-pair-of-Levis Reuben Sloan any kind of angel, but he rescued me and now he's stuck with me. Any sane woman would be scurrying as fast as she could in the opposite direction, unless--like me--she has a penchant for spankings. I'm head over heels for Reuben, and I'm developing a Plan of Seduction. It better be a good one though, or I won't be sitting for a week of Sundays. For adults only.