Something naughty for the weekend, sir? Here's a little naughty treasure to get you hot under the collar!
When feisty Sadie Donohue meets Simon Jacobson
at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter, but not all is
as it seems. Simon is a busy executive who prefers to be the master of his own
destiny.
Over dinner the next night his authoritative
personality starts to emerge. Always one to question authority, Sadie rebuffs
his gentle suggestions for more polite behavior with a lively, sharp wit. Simon
is amused but unmoved.
If Sadie wants to continue seeing him she must
accept his rules. Rules that will be reinforced by spankings when she fails to
comply.
A strong, independent woman, Sadie struggles
with his demands. A tragedy from Simon’s past makes him more determined than
ever to make her obey. Their worlds collide.
This romantic comedy, set in cold climes of
Canada, is warmed with frequent spankings.
EXCERPT
Almost is an
ambiguous stretch of time, depending on how a person spends it. Sitting on that
hard wooden chair with a tender bottom made the seconds stretch to hours. I
watched Simon’s face and admired his concentration as he typed. That attempt to
divert my attention soon grew boring. The seat on the roller coaster grew more
uncomfortable. Eventually all my thoughts were about the terrifying descents
ahead. I wished we could just push off from the station and get the scary part
over with.
He stopped typing
and reread what he’d written. Satisfied at last, he closed the clamshell and
tucked it into his bag. I was sure that the time passed only seemed like
minutes to him. My butt ached sitting on that chair but I didn’t shift even a
fraction of an inch, not while he was staring at me. He crouched in front of
me.
“First of all, I
want you to know that I care about you very much. In fact I’m falling in love
with you.” He kissed the back of my hands. “This—this ritual of discipline—is
proof of that love. If I didn’t care about you, about making you and me
together a stronger unit, I wouldn’t bother.”
He rubbed my hands
with his thumbs. “Secondly, you owe a huge debt to my sister.”
I opened my mouth
to speak, to ask why. He placed a finger on my lips. “It’s not the time for the
condemned woman to plead her case.”
About the author
Libby
Campbell lives on the West Coast with her husband of over twenty-five years.
She reads a lot and loves books that feature strong, independent women
engaged in hand-to-butt combat with funny, sexy men.
Her
favorite pastimes are dancing, baking, and hiking with her husband.
Libby
reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will
leave a review – it will help her write the next one.
Social links:
Twitter: @LibbyC26
Heather!
thank you for hosting me, Heather. I'm in exalted company here! :-)
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