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Author Spotlight- Ashe Barker #NEBT

Salvaged; shared; theirs.

The last surviving member of her species, alone, scared, she needs a reason to live

Excerpt:

Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.

“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”

I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.

I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.

“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”

I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”

“Too what?” presses Luca.

“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”

Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.

“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”

Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.

“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”

“No, no, please, do not do this.”

“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”

“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?

“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”

His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?

“You will stop, if I ask you to?”

“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.

Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”

I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.

Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”

I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.

“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.

“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”

“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.

“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”

“That is correct.”

“Okay…”

“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”

“Spread your legs, Llianna.”

 

Blurb

 When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

 After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

 Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

 Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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Cover Reveal ~~ Undercover Daddy ~~

I am so excited about this new book. It’s my first Daddy Dom!

I decided to write this story as a play off  of a movie and actress I adore. Miss Congeniality, starring Sandra Bullock.

I thought it would be so interesting to take a tomboy cop into not only a pageant setting, but just to up the ante, make it an Age Play pageant. So after a popular BDSM club received death threats for their charity event, The Little Miss Leather and Lace pageant…

Enter, Officer Alex Makowski.

She kicks ass, takes names, and–in her first undercover mission–wears a tutu. 🙂

I had so much fun writing her story, and cannot wait to share it with you.

Alex and her partner are coming soon.

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Here’s my awesome, new cover, thanks to the talented Korey Mae Johnson.

 

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Blurb:

Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than to live up to her father’s legacy on the police force, but when she bungles a major drug bust she ends up placed on administrative leave. Her chance to redeem herself comes in the form of an assignment working alongside Sergeant Connor Doyle, her father’s former partner and protégé.

Some of the contestants in a kink-themed charity pageant have been receiving ominous messages, and Connor and Alex have been tasked with going undercover at the event. He will be her daddy dom, and they will need to do whatever is necessary to play the part convincingly.

Connor jumps at the opportunity to take Alex in hand, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But when the punishment is over she is left aching for his touch, and before she knows it she is writhing in ecstasy as her stern, sexy daddy brings her to a shattering climax over his knee.

Alex and Connor find themselves slipping naturally into their roles as their investigation gets underway, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a dominant man makes love to a woman, their passion is more intense than she ever thought possible. But when the mission puts both of their lives at risk, will their newfound romance survive?

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

 

Undercover Daddy. A Daddy Dom story with kink, sex, romance, and of course, a cheesy ending. 😉

coming very soon!!!

Thanks for stopping by.

Hugs and spanks ❤

 

His Lady

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►►►  His Lady, by Jane Henry & Maisy Archer  ◄◄◄
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Weekend promo ~ only $2.99 until Monday, February 27! 

Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City as the baby sister of Alexander ‘Slay’ Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?

Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert himself as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to keep pushing his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give in to the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.

But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected Dominant?

DISCLAIMER: His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.

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Webpage: https://janeandmaisy.com/

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About the Authors

 

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

Connect with Jane & Maisy:

 

Website: https://janeandmaisy.com/

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Twitter: @janehenryauthor    @Archermaisy

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Personal Post- Can you have it both ways?

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The Alpha Hubby and the Compassionate Guy— Can you have both?

This question reared its ugly head when I killed the tractor today. LOL, okay, I didn’t kill the tractor. But I did single-handedly cause between two and three hundred dollars worth of damage to the thing on the back of the tractor (Daddy Hubby just informed me it is called a box blade).

Here’s the thing. We were clearing out a section of leaves, and smoothing out the ground for a nice little spot in the woods for a treehouse for the kids. Back and forth, I went. Up and down with the back thing (box blade); pulling leaves, and extra dirt and small limbs over to the sides.

Then he asked me to help push a tree stump over. He instructed me to back that thing up, and lift the box blade higher so it would push at a different angle than if it were from the lowest setting. So I did.

The whole top part bent.

DH started making those really yucky looks with his eyes that said, “Oh my f***ing God, what did you do to our baby?” That’s what his eyes said. His voice said some really bad words, muttered under his breath. Along with a lot of head shaking. (for the record, I am the only potty mouth in our family. He is the laid back, kind, non-potty mouthed, good influence on our kids, parent)

I started crying. You know. Lower lip trembling, eyes tearing up. Trying not to cry, because you feel bad enough and you know the kids are just on the other side of the trees. I looked pitiful. I felt pitiful. I broke my tractor.

But did my loving, amazing Daddy/Hubby give me nurturing cuddles or “That’s okay, sweet girl. It was my fault for not explaining things better…”?

No!

He calmly gave me whatfor for not knowing to stop before the thing bent up. (along with a few more mutterings about how much money it was going to cost).

Then I got angry. Very angry. With tears still streaming down my face, I told him exactly what I thought of his stupid plan to take out a tree stump. And how the hell could he expect me—a brand new tractor driver who has mostly only mowed the fields with it—to know how to take out a stump without killing a back thing?

I was furious. Mostly at him for not being more compassionate—he should have taken at least half the responsibility. I was untrained for this kind of task, and should not have to be held accountable for not understanding what he wanted. Yeah, it was his fault! I told him all of that while trying to rub my sore eyes with dried-out and dirty hands.

His response was much calmer and clearer. “It’s common sense. If you have something high up, and it starts bending and pushing up more, stop. “

So I burst into tears again. My husband was insinuating I had no common sense?

I have commons sense.

< Don’t walk alone after dark

< Don’t drink and drive

< Monitor the kids’ social media

< Bring a sweater or jacket, just in case it gets cold.

< etc..

 

Common sense. Yes, I get it! And I do have some of that in my highly creative, sometimes flighty personality.

But do I have engineering common sense?

Who screwed up the third grade toothpick bridge, for both kids?

Who can’t figure out how to get the Wii working on the right channel?

Who does not attempt any of the fun science experiments that involve building something?

Me!

Because when it comes to tech, or building something, or doing something with heavy machinery, it’s not my forte! That’s a different kind of common sense. And I don’t have it. So I shouldn’t be blamed for killing the tractor. He knew better!

LOL, I told him all of that, and that I was angry that he wasn’t apologizing.

He held me in his arms right there in the middle of the forest, right next to the busted tractor, and told me it would be all right. We could get a new part for the top.

He also told me he understood I was upset, but it was time to get over it, and finish the rest of our land clearing. Grrr! Still a tad angry, I took my frustration out on the rest of the leaves and dirt, this time leaving a huge space around the evil tree stump.

It got me to thinking. Why was he being such a mean jerk? Why couldn’t he just apologize? Why wouldn’t he take responsibility, or at the very least tell me it wasn’t all my fault that I almost killed my tractor.

It took me a few hours, and getting away from the scene, finally, to come to a new realization.

I wanted my husband to be the perfect HOH, or the perfect Daddy Dom, or the perfect hubby. I wanted him to always be strong and push me to my limits. But I also wanted him to turn on a dime, and be overly compassionate and extra sweet and take all the blame when I did something that made me feel bad.

That’s what I do in the stories I write. It’s what I like in the books I read. It’s a little too perfect for real life, though.

My final realization was that he was treating me like an equal. If he didn’t respect me, or if he thought I was just an idiot with no common sense, he would have taken the responsibility on himself. He wouldn’t have been so angry, if he hadn’t truly been blindsided by my abilities. This means he has faith in me.

He always tells me that—that he knows I can do anything I put my mind to.

On some levels, it’s annoying. Sometimes, I want Daddy Hubby to take over.

But does he need to?

All the time?

No. I would hate it. And he realizes this.

For the record, he came home and hugged me, smacked my bottom for not hugging him back, and told me, “I feel worse about you feeling bad.” (it was the closest I was getting to an apology, so I took it.)

“Good.” Was my grumbled reply.

Then we laughed and hugged again, and it was over.

We’ll get that part fixed at some point. But for now, we can move on.

He still has to fix my first attempt at a toothpick bridge with my daughter.

I can’t have it both ways. And realistically, I guess I don’t want it both ways. But I do love the combination on occasion.

Hugs and blessings ❤

New Author Showcase! Deliah Grace

I am so excited to have brand, spanking, new author, Delia Grace here today for an interview. I haven’t done these in a while, and really miss them. I can’t wait to introduce you to Deliah. 🙂

(sorry for the formatting. WP is killing me today! 😦 )

Interview with Deliah Grace

Katherine Deane:  What made you decide to write a book?
Deliah Grace: I have loved reading and writing since I was 6 and read my first chapter book on my own. (The Boxcar Children!) I remember making up fantastical stories for my siblings, that funnily enough always seemed to end with naughty bottoms getting spanked soundly. 😉
Once I started reading the “Spanko Genre” I always had a desire to add my own story to the mix, but had a lot of self-doubt and self-discipline issues. That’s where others came in and stood beside me, sometimes kicking my butt when needed, and said “you’re going to do this!” And… I did! 🙂 It took me about 4 months from start to finish – and then edits – but I did it!
Katherine Deane:  I loved the Boxcar Children, and have totally had spanking day dreams from my “big brothers”. 🙂
Why erotic romance?
Deliah Grace: I have wanted spanking in my stories since I started reading. I would earmark pages in books, write down quotes, take books from the library shelves to read and reread my favorite parts, so once I found out there were entire genres dedicated to my passion, weeeeell… *blush* And secondarily, I really feel like God created sex to be enjoyed, and I love writing books that celebrate that fact.
Katherine Deane:  What are your favorite genres to read?
Deliah Grace: Spanko books! *laugh* But otherwise I enjoy memoirs and biographies, romantic dramas, courtroom type books, some young adult fantasy! My favorite non-spanko authors are Tamora Pierce, Jodi Picoult, and Ilona Andrews.
Katherine Deane:  Do you do any of the stuff you write about? 😉
Deliah Grace: All of it. *grin* Except for the orgasms through intercourse there is nothing in my books that we haven’t tried to some extent. I live a 24/7 (ish) DD lite lifestyle. I love it.
Katherine Deane:  Awesome!  I like the authenticity that comes from real life beta’ing a scene.
How long did this first project take from start to finish? Was it about how long you expected?
Deliah Grace: So, like I said it was 4 months of writing it, and then another 3 months for edits, cover, formatting, etc until it was released! I felt like 4 months was fast to write an entire book, but then the edits and stuff felt like forever.
Katherine Deane:  Great job!
What was your favorite thing about writing your first book?
Deliah Grace: Getting to write exactly what I wanted to read. I like to laugh. I love brats and sass. I love witty comebacks and making fun of cliches, and I got to do all of that in my book.
Katherine Deane:  What was your least favorite thing about writing your first book?
Deliah Grace: Edits. I hated editing it so bad. I learned a lot, and I feel like it has helped me writing book two, but edits were killer.
Katherine Deane:  I feel that way with edits too. It’s kind of like a super hard workout.
What’s next ?
Deliah Grace: Affirming Antoinette! I finished this week, and am working on edits and getting it to my betas now! It’s Toni’s story and although it didn’t go as I planned I really feel like her voice is being heard in a good way. There are a lot of surprises even I didn’t know when I started writing it!
Katherine Deane: Yay! I can’t wait. I really liked her, and know her story will be amazing! Congratulations again, Author, Deliah Grace.
And thanks for stopping by to chat with me.

 

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Blurb:

Bernie Douglas has spent her entire life feeling inferior. She has never been the perfect weight, had the perfect IQ, or caught the perfect guy. She has always been surrounded by beautiful people, high achievers and success, but she herself has decided she is destined to settle for her own mediocrity. So the day she is pulled over as she tries to multitask while driving, she isn’t truly shocked. However, the moment she meets the eyes of the policeman standing outside her car window, her entire life is turned upside down.

Bernie knows that Officer Levi Jackson is everything she is not; handsome, successful, and has the Midas touch. Everything he touches seems to flourish, and yet Bernie cannot accept that he truly wants her. No matter how she fights against his hold, she finds herself falling more and more in love with his overwhelming dominance and tender care.

Levi comes from a tight-knit family, his parents and siblings giving not only encouragement and support to one another, but helping those who come to their camp to learn that they are not worthless, that they all can fulfill their dreams. After a routine traffic stop, unable to stop thinking about the feisty, curvy woman behind the wheel, he learns that she wasn’t quite as honest with him as she’d promised. Despite her bravado, he sees a woman who is uncertain, not only about her physical appearance but about her very worth. He wants nothing more than to hold her close and teach her that she is exactly what he has been searching for his entire life… even if he has to hold her over his knees and redden her rear until she knows how very much she is loved.

Will his patient encouragement and consistent discipline be exactly what Bernie needs to get out of her rut? Or is she truly too broken to be of any use to anyone?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. It also deals with the desire to self-harm in the form of cutting. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.

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About the author:

Delia Grace is a mid 30’s hopeless spanko and voracious reader. Married for over seven years to the first man who ever dated, spanked, kissed, or etc etc her (in that order – wink wink) she is grateful to have a real-life fairy-tale and knight in shining armor to use for inspiration in her writing. She has spent her entire life within an hour of Washington, DC, but loves to travel and meet like-minded individuals and uses all of her spare time and funds to do just that.

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Adrienne Blake brings her sexy historical!

Adrienne Blake is visiting today with her erotic historical, The Cardinal’s Whores. Check it out!! 🙂

Excerpt:

His touch was electric, but the thrill was tinged with fear. She was not as comely as once she was and she was afraid to undress fully in front of such a beautiful man. What would he think of her? But those kisses were so sweet, his attentions so tender. The bloom of passion kindled within her mind smothered her fear, and as his hand rose higher along her leg, she chose not to restrain him, preferring to live in the moment and leave tomorrow to look after itself.

His hand soon reached the top of her thighs, and as he caressed her there, she was pressed gently down onto the couch. She did not resist him, though she trembled every inch of the way. Yet it was a sweet fear, and her greatest fear of all was that he would stop and think better of what he was doing. But he did not stop. She sensed his need was as great as her own, and his adept fingers teased and played with her, turning her desert into a honeyed oasis, while his mouth kissed the orbs of her bosom, releasing her nipples from her corset, and sucking her so hard she thought she would cry out.

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Blurb:

Blackmail, betrayal, and bedroom lust are standard fare in the court of Henry the Eighth. Joan Larke has heard all her young life that this is so, but she is completely unprepared to be dragged into the midst of it. Dragged she is, though, when the beautiful girl falls into the hands of the powerful and power hungry Thomas Wolsey, cardinal, confidant, and finally lord chamberlain to the king.

Wolsey knows how many secrets are passed in the bedchamber, and shamelessly enlists any woman who comes within his influence as his spy. He turns her, under duress, into a whore who brings him information from her pillow talk with the movers and shakers of the early 16th century. But he needs love, too, and he keeps Joan to himself—for a time.

When Joan finds herself no longer wanted and in peril of spending the rest of her life in a nunnery, she turns to Lady Anne Boleyn, who is rapidly supplanting Queen Catherine in Henry’s affections. But treachery is a two-edged sword, and the betrayer often becomes the betrayed in the shadowy world of Tudor court intrigue.

Although Joan has secrets of her own she can trade, in the end, she can do nothing but watch and tremble as the cardinal and the would-be queen battle behind the scenes for the love of their king, and to keep from winding up under the axe, as so many did in those dark days.

 

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Adrienne lives in the North East, in a rural area surrounded by cows and determined rabbits.  She has two cats, both masters of the contemptuous stare, who she idolizes. When she’s not penning for monies she’s either baking something, or driving very long distances for the hell of it. This renders a unique opportunity to ponder her plots and characters; she prides herself on writing the unexpected, and is always cooking up new ways to pleasure her readers. Her favorite genre is twisted history – and applies varying degrees of heat to keep you titillated from beginning to end.

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Sexy DD from Libby Campbell

Hey y’all! Libby Campbell is visiting today with a sexy, DD, called Winning Sadie!

Excerpt:

I walked with plodding footsteps first to Simon’s bedside drawer to get the key to the safekeeping place, then to the bathroom. In the top left hand drawer on Simon’s side of the vanity, lay the neat row of implements. Simon wasn’t tempted to buy more, he said, because so far we had all we need. He didn’t want to mark or injure me, he just wanted to remind me who was boss. Besides if our collection wasn’t enough to deliver his message, there was always a belt handy.

I carried the hairbrush back to him, balanced on my upturned hands. He’d pulled a small stool in front of him and watched me with cool detachment. My heart sank. He’d only used that stool once before, when he was delivering a spanking of particularly long duration. He’d had me kneel on it and drape my body across his left knee. He pinned my legs with his right leg. The stool was so I could slide back and take breaks at intervals decided entirely by him.

I knew my confession of doubts wasn’t going to go down easy with him but I hadn’t expected anything this dire. Not the stool and an implement.

He put his hand out for the hairbrush. I gave it to him and he held it up to me. I kissed the back of it, part of the hairbrush ritual.

“Sit.” He motioned to the stool.

I frowned, not understanding.

“Sit on the stool, back to me.”

“Clothes on?”

“Clothes on.” He nodded, his face expressionless.

I sat between his legs, my head barely reaching his waist.

“Keep your hands in your lap,” he instructed.

I folded them together like a birds’ nest and reminded myself to breathe. In the next moment, he started brushing my hair. He wasn’t going to spank me. He had only wanted to scare me with the over the knee comment. I sagged, partly with relief, partly with disappointment.

“What’s worrying you, my love?” He drew the hairbrush past the base of my neck and down the length of my hair.

“You said once that I was never to embarrass you in public or in private. That it was just good manners not to. On our first date you spanked me for embarrassing you.” I gripped my hands tightly at the memory. “But over the past few days, I have to tell you that I’ve said many, many stupid things to your friends and business acquaintances. Things that I know would shame both me and you. I can’t live by that rule of not embarrassing you. I can’t even not embarrass myself. I don’t belong in your world.” My voice sank to a whisper.

The brush started again at the top of my head, genuine boar bristles massaging my scalp. It felt heavenly and I tried to imagine life without Simon. A nightmare.

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Blurb

Sadie Donohue – gorgeous, sexy, smart and totally smitten with Simon Jacobson.

Simon Jacobson – gorgeous, sexy, smart, uber-rich and utterly smitten with Sadie Donohue. This sounds like a perfect match, so what’s the problem?

Sadie is from the wrong side of the tracks: working class neighborhood, public schools, sausages on the backyard bar-b-que. She was raised to fend for herself and bow down to no one, especially a man. Since meeting Simon, everything her liberated, independent mother taught her has flown out the window. Now Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!

Simon hails from a world of wealth and privilege: gated communities, private schools, servants turning steaks on the bar-b-que. As the owner of a multinational corporation he is used to giving orders and getting what he wants. His life revolves around making millions and socializing with people whose flamboyant wealth intimidates Sadie. Still, she’s thrown into the deep end and told not to do anything to embarrass Simon. Or else!

At their lavish engagement party, Sadie’s hears her mother’s voice echoing in her head, reminding her that she will never fit in. Best intentions aside, Sadie will always be an embarrassment to Simon. That’s it. Engagement off!

Simon is in charge and he has other ideas. But will Sadie’s mother be their undoing? Can Sadie reconcile her past with her future?

This love story includes spanking an adult woman, explicit sex scenes and more. If such material offends you, please do not read this book.

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Biography:

Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer

Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.

She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. She’s a four season woman who enjoys winter nights in front of a fire, summer sunsets on the beach, and all the in between months.

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