Saturday, October 6, 2018

DARK CHOCOLATE & STRAWBERRIES by Daryl Devoré

Blurb
What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo.

Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late. On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her
grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear

"Never trust a wolf in sheep's
clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big
bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

Excerpt (adult)
Every good fairy tale begins with once upon a time. This one begins with once upon a dream.
****
“Oh, that feels so good.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

He reached his hands up to her shoulders and trickled his fingertips to her hips. His strong fingers kneaded her breasts. Her erect, pink nipples rubbed against his rough hands each butt cheek and dug his fingers into her flesh.

She slid her fingers along his chest and flicked his nipples. “You make me feel so hot.”

Applying tender kisses on her stomach, he moved from her navel to her thigh. He
pressed a hand on each inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs. A thrill tingled in her
as he licked his lips.

“Like what you see?” She wiggled her bottom.
A smile crossed his face as he lowered his head between her legs. Using small nips and kisses, he traced a path along her thigh and stopped when his lips brushed the edge of her bush. Licking her slit, he caressed the inside of her thigh with the tips of his fingers. When his hand reached her pussy, his finger teased her wetness.

“Don't stop!” She entangled her fingers in his hair.

His finger slid deep into her as his tongue neared her clit. “Baby, I'm gonna fuck
you until you beg for…”

…and oil prices soared as the cost of a barrel of crude rode to an all-time
record…

***
“Oh gawd,” moaned Red, as she grabbed a pillow to cover her ears. “It can't be
morning.”

…lost three to two. The Chicago Blackhawks traded right winger, Steve…

From under the pillow, she forced one eye to open. The digital alarm clock
showed 6:07.

…snow and blowing snow and near record cold temperatures…

“I don't wanna get up.” Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. “Can I just go back to my dream?”

…all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O'Hare International….

Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.

Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There
was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and
smack the damn button.

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Bio and Where to find Daryl Devoré
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her
husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest.

Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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Saturday, September 29, 2018

THE MASTER by Ashe Barker & Katy Swann



The Master
By Ashe Barker and Katy Swann

Olympic glory and her dream Dom … has she found the one man who can fulfil both roles?


Blurb
After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

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

Excerpt (adult):
Holy fuck!

Dylan took in the sight before him, barely able to believe the evidence of his own eyes. He would be hard pressed to say what amazed him most—Jodie’s outright disregard for her promise of just a few hours earlier, or that minuscule concoction of crimson latex masquerading as a dress.

The dress won—by a whisker.

“What part of ‘absolutely no alcohol’ was not perfectly clear to you, Jodie?”

He deliberately kept his voice soft but still she had the grace to cringe. Jodie studied the
half-empty bottle in her hand as though not entirely certain quite how it came to be there.

“I just… I mean, I thought—”

“And did we not also discuss late nights? Partying?”

“Yes, we did, but…”

Her voice trailed off. She dropped her gaze and shifted from one foot to the other. At least she
didn’t seem inclined to defend her crap choices, but even so…

They had a problem.

“We need to talk, Jodie. Monday morning, at the gym.” He was done. Disappointment and anger warred within him as he stepped past her.

She grabbed his elbow, and Dylan paused. He regarded her slender fingers on his sleeve, noted irrelevantly that she had painted her nails to match the dress. That entire outfit could have been painted on, come to think of it. He lifted his gaze to hers. Her pretty blue eyes glittered, but he firmed his jaw in response.

“Was there something else?”

“Yes. What about the meeting, at the bank? I thought…”

“Is there really any point, Jodie? I explained what would be required to make an Olympic
champion of you, and it’s more than just a decent sponsorship deal. It’s a lifestyle, and clearly not one you’re ready to take on board.”

“But I am. I want it, all of it.” She spun around and handed the dregs of her beer to another girl standing open-mouthed behind her, then turned to face him again. “One lapse, that was all. I know what’s required and I do take my sport seriously. I’ll be absolutely dedicated. You’ll never have any reason to complain. I’ll work hard, and… and…”

“Then why are you here, Jodie?”

Was that a flicker of annoyance flitting across her expressive features? She flattened her lips,
drawing his attention to the deep scarlet lipstick she had applied.

Christ, this girl’s hot.

It hadn’t escaped Dylan’s notice that his star pupil was fucking gorgeous. He was male, after all, and he had a pulse. How could he fail to appreciate that curvy, sexy little body, so supple, exquisitely toned, and supremely fit?

As far as Dylan was concerned, strong was sexy, and Jodie had it all going on. But all of that was beside the point. She was his pupil, so off limits. Even here, within the not-so-hallowed walls of Club Sin, that remained the case. All he needed to do now was convince his rampant cock of that inconvenient little fact, and right at this moment he wouldn’t give much for his chances.

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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.

About Katy Swann
Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s,
with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty.

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include
Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading.
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Saturday, September 22, 2018

HIS TO MASTER & OWN by BJ Wane

HIS TO MASTER AND OWN, Miami Masters, Book 5
by BJ Wane







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BLURB:
The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of
her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was
none of his business. The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced
him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.

Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing
she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to.

When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox
fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control,
but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.

Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship. Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt. But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.

Excerpt (adult):

Sean couldn’t recall another woman who looked as beautiful when in the throes of an
orgasm as Alessa. Her red streaked hair dampened on the ends, her body bowed and jerked in the restraints, glistening with a moist sheen as she rode the dildos with unabashed pleasure.

“Again,” he commanded when her gyrations slowed, and she shook with the dwindling tremors of her release. He worked the double phallus inside her, upped the vibrations by twisting the small knob on the base again, and pressed the larger one harder against her swollen, reddened clit with each return thrust.

The black corset emphasized the paleness of her skin, especially the fleshy mounds
of her quivering breasts and her soft thighs above the gartered stockings. As sexy as she looked, he couldn’t wait to strip her bare the next time, to enjoy access to her whole cushiony body.

“Oh, God, please,” she pled, her breathless voice zeroing straight down to his balls. How
long had it been since he’d reveled in hearing a woman beg?

“Please what?” he prodded with another plunge that brought her up higher on her knees.

“I don’t think…aaah!” Sean cut off her denial with a painful bite of one nipple then smiled
when she pressed her crotch down on the invading objects and came apart again.

“That’s it, Alessa. Don’t think, just feel. One more.” She didn’t argue this time, just took
everything he dished out, riding his pumping hand for all its worth, the abundant cream coating the vibrating toy smelling as enticing as it looked.

Tossing the toy aside, he unhooked her hands from her ankles and removed the binding
sleeve. Using both hands, he rubbed her arms, getting the circulation going faster when she
winced as she brought her arms forward.

“Breathe, it’ll pass.”

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned, leaning against him.

“The arm rubs or the orgasms?” Sean enjoyed teasing her.

Alessa’s laugh vibrated against his chest.

“Both.” It took only thirty seconds for her to
stiffen against him, as he’d known she would once her mind cleared. Scooting back without looking at him, she didn’t let her flushed state, heaving chest and trembling thighs stop her from sliding off the bed. “I need to wash up.”

Sean stood and nodded toward the bathroom, not willing to push anymore right now. She’d
given a lot tonight, how much was just beginning to dawn on her, and she would need time to assimilate what that meant and how far she wanted to continue taking this.

MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:
Bound and Saved, book 1
Master Me, Please, book 2
Mastering Her Fear, book 3
Bound To Submit, book 4
AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with
my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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Saturday, September 8, 2018

THE VIKING'S POSSESSION by Felicity Brandon


War captured her, desire captivated her, but can her Viking captor truly possess her?

Blurb:
After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?


The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


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Excerpt (adult):
“How is my captive now?” His tone is deep and intimidating, and the resonance sends a flood of moisture rushing from my core.
“A little afraid, my Lofðungr,” I admit, watching as he strips his doublet from his torso, revealing his strong arms and chest.
His eyes narrow slightly, but he does not pass comment. Instead, he pauses, watching me in silence for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. At length, he moves to a large trunk in place against a far wall, lifting the substantial lid, and identifying something he desires from its contents. He swoops, collecting it, and his gaze is back on me at once, searing into my flesh. “Why afraid?” he asks, stepping back toward me.
Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”
He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”
I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.
He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”
I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”
His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”
There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.
“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”
I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”
He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”
My heart is slamming against my chest as he crawls toward me, the black implement still clutched in his left hand. He rips the covers from my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air once more, before straddling me with his formidable legs.
“You need not worry about my intention, or what you deserve,” he laughs softly. “I want all of your attention on me, right here, right now, do you understand?”
I nod, panting as he lowers his body over me. As he supports himself on his elbows, his lips brush over my mouth, his beard grazing me as he delivers soft caresses, before claiming my lips again. He finds me open and pliant, my mouth yielding for his sweet possession. It’s the most natural sensation in the world, and somehow the power of his kiss gives me strength. I am not afraid. I have come this far—and I do trust him.

About Felicity:
Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though, and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.

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Saturday, September 1, 2018

TO WED A WEREWOLF by Kryssie Fortune

To Wed A Werewolf 
by
Kryssie Fortune

Blurb
Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.
Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?
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Excerpt:  (Adult)

Tonight he’d play with her, punish her, and bend her to his will. If that didn’t work, he’d tempt her delicious body into sensual surrender—bend her over the bed, more like—but he’d make her beg before he let her come. His sensitive Lykae nose smelled her fear, excitement, and frustration, and his natural wolf howled to fuck her into submission. His primal wolf growled and clawed at his chest. Desperate to claim her, it wanted out of its cage, but his human side knew he needed to master her first.
He loved the way she throbbed and moaned for his touch. He could torment her like this all night. He reclaimed his jacket and ran one finger slowly down her spine.
“Get off me.” She shuddered with delight. “And let me go. Please.”
“All in good time, sweetness”—he waved his plate of food before her face—“but everything comes with a price.”
“My brother will pay,” she answered quickly. “Just let me go.”
“Food first.” He offered her a ripe strawberry in the palm of his hand. “Besides, this is about our mutual pleasure. I don’t want you hungry or cold.”
“I’ll eat when I get home.” Despite her defiance, her eyes never left the sweet red temptation. Damn, it was another thing he offered that she couldn’t resist.

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Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. 
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.
Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Titles by Kryssie Fortune

Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To Wed a Werewolf
To Break a Warrior King’s Curse
To Mate a Werewolf
To Seduce an Omega
Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf
Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge - a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers
Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine
Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor
Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier
Standalone Romances
Dominated by the Dragon
Taken by Twin Doms
One Knight Stand
Giving it up for the Gods
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Sunday, August 12, 2018

TRUSTING INGRID by Libby Campbell

Trusting Ingrid
by
Libby Campbell
  • Ingrid soon learns that big girls do cry, especially when they have very sore bottoms.

Blurb:
Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.
When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.
The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.
Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?
Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.
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Excerpt:
"Are you willing to submit to me physically, to accept my discipline, until you develop more of your own?”
Ingrid rubbed her hands on her jeans, trying to act indifferent. She shrugged. “Sure. Nothing to lose.”
“Curb your enthusiasm.” Lachlan stood in front of her.
From where she sat, he looked skyscraper tall, making her feel like a speck in his shadow.
Lachlan held out his hand. “Let’s get started.”
Ingrid rose to her feet. “Here?” she looked around the living room, her face knit with worry.
“Why not? There’s no one home. The blinds are closed. This gives us lots of space to play in and I find a roaring fire can be helpful in these situations.”
“Helpful?”
“All will be revealed,” Lachlan said, pulling her into his arms to hold her tight. His hands roamed from the top of her spine down to her buttocks and thighs. He squeezed her bottom, caressed her waist and massaged her shoulders, as though he were memorizing every inch of her body by touch.
Ingrid wrapped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her collarbone then lifted his head and kissed her ear, his soft breath heating her in dark tangled places.
When his lips met hers, she was ready, her mouth slightly open. Their tongues danced. She drank from him and he from her. Their moaning voices joined. For a tumbling, crazed moment, it was as though they were a single, heaving beast.
Without warning, Lachlan pulled away. Taking Ingrid by the shoulders, he spun her around, so she was facing the fire. He stood behind her, his body molding against hers. With one hand under her breasts, holding her close, he flattened his other hand on her abdomen, pressing her to him. The rigid muscle of his hard on rubbed against her bottom cheeks.
“Do you like the warmth of the fire?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. The bittersweet smell of the burning cedar log was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply.
“There is a reason the hearth is raised. Do you have any idea why that might be?”
“To make it easier to set a fire?”
“Partly. You’re about to see the other reason. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Maybe.” Her bark of laughter quivered with nervousness. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“I’m going to spank you tonight. That much you’ve figured out already, right?”
She nodded hesitantly.
“What you may not realize is that I consider your problems, your bad behaviors, to be long term, entrenched habits that can only be broken and rebuilt over a period of time, with regular and consistent correction.”
Ingrid froze. “Period of time? What does that mean? What is consistent correction?”
“The initial period will be a month. That’s how long I’m off the board and how long Glyn and Rachel are away. For the next month you will be spanked at least once a day.”
Ingrid gasped. “No!”
“Yes” Lachlan kissed her neck.
With his warm lips caressing her skin, her determination to resist him weakened. She protested feebly, “That’s too much.”
“It’s barely a start, considering some of the things you’ve done. The spankings aren’t the only important thing. Far more important is your submission. That will tell me that you know you need to change, that you consent to my direction for the process.”
“At least once a day?” She hated the timidity in her voice.
“Once a day to pay for old sins. More than that for new offences. You’re lucky. Today you’re only going to be punished for today’s wrongdoing.”
Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:
The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)
Holding Cynthia (Book 2)
A Time For Will
Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

Saturday, August 4, 2018

SEEING RONNIE by Libby Campbell



 Blurb:

As a social blogger, Ronnie Flynn—aloof, beautiful, cool as a cucumber—is desperate to get to the society event of the year: Simon and Sadie’s engagement party on Seguro Island. No surprise that her name isn’t on the guest list, but as always, Ronnie has a backup plan. A plan that involves the handsome Del Franklin.

Del agrees to a swap: Ronnie gives him the scoop on his estranged wife’s dirty secrets and he takes her as his date to his boss’s party. The handsome, buff man of Italian descent makes only one condition: Ronnie better be good. No snooping. No manipulating. No digging for dirt. Or else.

With crossed fingers, and in spite of Del’s threat of putting her over his knee for disobeying, Ronnie ‘promises’ to be a good girl. Right. She’s not worried about Del. Her code of Keeping a Healthy Distance will protect her heart, and her backside. She’s too wily to get caught, anyway.

Ronnie sees. Literally. She can channel people’s feelings and see into their hearts. All her life, she has been hiding this secret weapon—her psychic ability—because what she sees is often too hard understand and impossible to share. If she can handle that secret, surely she can handle Del. Or can she? He’s not like anyone else. Nothing has prepared her for him. She shouldn’t react like this to his dominance. She’s an independent, wealthy woman in her own right. No man will tell her what to do. Yet, there is something about this sexy dominant Latin lover that makes her pulse race.

Will Ronnie allow Del to break her Code of Keeping a Healthy Distance? Will seeing Ronnie open Del’s eyes to a new world? Will the two of them ever see life the same way?

Publishers’ note: Seeing Ronnie is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.



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Excerpt:



When you’re with me you will be polite and well mannered. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Ronnie nodded soberly to show her good intentions, but under the table she crossed her fingers.

“You better mean that.” Del drained his coffee cup and levelled his eyes at her. “Because if I catch you prying or snooping—doing anything outside the bounds of good manners—there will be consequences.”

“Consequences?” Ronnie licked a drop of tea off her lips.

“Serious consequences.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “I will turn you over my knee and paddle your bottom until you beg me to stop. And then I will spank you some more. Do I make myself clear?”

“You do,” Ronnie whispered. A damp flutter clenched between her legs and she pressed her knees together as if she could lock out the desire that suddenly sent her blood boiling. No one had ever threatened her like that before. Worse still, it was as though he was the one with the gift of second sight, as if he’d read her secret intention to ignore everything he’d just said. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone might have heard his sultry caution. No one was paying them any attention.

The very worst part was that she had no idea how she was going to turn off the part of her personality that wanted to know everything about everybody. She’d been accused of living through the dramas of other people’s lives and there was more truth to that than she cared to admit. Her own life was dishwater dull and she kept it that way so she had energy for her work as gossip queen. More importantly she kept her life orderly so that there was no mud that could be slung her way. She twisted her tea cup to avoid looking at Del.

“One last problem.” Del spoke as calmly as if he hadn’t just suggested the most erotic thing anyone had put to Ronnie in ten years or so. “I haven’t made a booking and I’m sure every hotel and B&B on the island will be full by now.”

“I have a place we can stay.” Ronnie forced coolness into her voice. She didn’t say it’s a fabulous place and it’s for sale. She’d only seen it in pictures but if it was half as good in real life, she planned to buy it. That was her secret and she wasn’t sharing it with anyone. She held her expression impassive.

“You’ve got a place on Seguro?”

“I wish. This place belongs to friends, but we can use it this weekend. I also have ferry reservations to get us there.” Even if she didn’t get an invitation to the Jacobson bash, she’d planned a weekend on the island to test drive the lake house.

Del lifted an eyebrow. “Separate rooms?”

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The memory of the warmth and strength of his hand in hers made her think that sharing a bed with Del Franklin might be pleasurable. The idea of being turned over his knee made her legs tremble. But none of that was going anywhere. She indulged herself in little fantasies from time to time, but she never acted on them.

Ronnie had sworn off men a long time ago.

Don’t miss these other great titles from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:



The Simon in Charge series:

Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)

Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)

Sadie Says I Do (Simon in Charge, book 3)



Prairie Promise – short story, in A Spanking Good New Year anthology



Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer - bio



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.

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