Thanks to everyone who is reading or has read Bad Girls, Grumpy Bosses.
One note on the first book, Simon Says: it was my debut novel in this genre. Now, with the benefit of five years’ experience, I know it could have been much better.
I love Simon and Sadie, but I should have shown more of Simon's better side because he does have one. He just keeps it well hidden.
I only started to begin to understand Simon in book two, Winning Sadie..
At the start of my writing life, I was told it I’d have to commit myself to a lifetime of learning. I took that advice to heart and work on craft constantly.
I hope you will see the improvement between my first book in this collection, Simon Says, and Trusting Ingrid, which I wrote two years later.
I also hope people will remember that these books are fantasies. They shouldn’t be confused with instruction manuals, nor are they intended to be ‘how to’ lifestyle guides.
Taunted by Felicity Brandon
The delightfully wicked Felicity Brandon is here today with her new book Taunted, the Dark Necessities, Dalton’s Tale – book two.
Blurb:
She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be.
I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.
It was a pleasure.
That should’ve been the end of it.
I didn’t expect things to get this intense.
I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.
I need her soul to be mine.
But we have a new threat looming over us.
Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.
We need to play this carefully.
Or else…
Disclaimer: Taunted is entirely a work of fiction. The author does not condone, nor endorse any of the acts in this book. In other words, it’s dark, sexy, and more than a litte kinky. Tough stuff but worth it.
Universal Buy link: mybook.to/Taunted
Excerpt:
“Delilah, can I be honest with you?”
Slowly, painfully, she forced her eyes to open. “Yes,” she breathed.
And in her heart, that was what Delilah wanted. Her whole life had been built on a foundation of shit—years of deceit and duplicity growing until it had become its own living, breathing foe. What she needed more than anything now was Dalton’s honesty—however brutal it was.
“I know the things that keep you awake at night.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and in that moment, the room seemed to empty of oxygen. Delilah couldn’t take another breath. All there was in the world were Dalton’s insistent blue gaze and his hot vibrating voice.
“I know the images that flutter behind your lids when they slide closed, the dark flashes you envision when you’re horny.”
“Dalton, please.” For all the stripping and fucking, Delilah had never been more exposed and vulnerable than this.
He leaned forward, brushing his lips over her cheek. “It’s okay, Delilah. It’s just like before—I won’t judge you—and do you know the most peculiar thing about it?”
She shook her head with wide eyes, trying not to think about those dark things Dalton referred to, but it was impossible. In that electrifying moment, those fantasies seemed more real than ever, and Delilah could picture herself collared and leashed with one of those awful tails jutting out from her backside. She panted as the image grew, the periphery widening to include the thing that terrified and compelled her in equal measure—the cage.
The cage had been coming to Delilah for weeks now. Every time she surrendered to Dalton’s will. Each time she stripped for him, gagged around him, or was spanked by him, in her mind’s eye she imagined him forcing her inside the metal construct and locking her in—leaving her there. She’d tried her best to dismiss the thought. Being disciplined was one thing, but being caged—what sort of a woman fantasized about that? Who could want that? Yet there was no getting away from it, and the desire persisted, burgeoning into something she needed to hang on to whenever pleasure loomed. Even by her own low standards, it was something Delilah couldn’t reconcile.
She shouldn’t want this. It was as simple as that.
“I’ve been having the same thoughts.”
His words were jagged, slicing through her shameful internal monologue.
“What?” Delilah was certain she hadn’t heard Dalton correctly.
“You did hear me.” His tone was soft and goading. “I’ve been thinking about those things, too.”
Delilah shook her head again, as though she wanted to clear it of the sordid thoughts altogether. “What have you been thinking about?”
Dalton leaned closer. Now only an inch or so separated them. “Doing those things to you. Buckling a collar around your pretty little neck and then pulling you around on my leash.”
Delilah was sure her heart stopped beating at that.
“Burying the butt plug of my choice into your delicious fucking backside and making you wear a tail for me.”
Oh God. The fortress she’d erected for all those years had been invaded, and Dalton was stampeding through it.
“You like that idea, don’t you, beautiful?” Dalton’s breath washed over, yet still Delilah couldn’t form the words to respond. “You like the idea of becoming my animal.”
“Fuck.” Had she just said that loud?
“You like the supplication of it, the humiliation of being made to behave that way?” Dalton continued. He seemed all the more powerful now—calmer than the man barking orders at her earlier, but every inch as demanding. “Don’t you?”
The question lingered in the air between them.
“Y-yes.” Somehow, she forced the word out.
Delilah was desperately trying to ignore the insistent throbbing of her clitoris, but its plea was getting hard to ignore. Especially when Dalton said those things.
“Yes, what?” His tone was clipped and she tensed at her own error.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.” Dalton pressed his temple against hers. “Tell me what you want, Delle.”
But I can’t! Her mental plea was immediate. I can’t do that!
“Tell. Me.”
She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. “I want those things, too.” Delilah swallowed, knowing already that those words would be insufficient. “I want to be collared and leashed, sir.”
Fuck, had she really just said that?
“And the cage, Delilah?”
She pulled away from him on reflex, her eyes wide.
“You want the cage, too, don’t you?”
A hot, mortified blush crawled over her face and Delilah wanted to scratch it away. Why was she so revealed to this man, her body responding to him as though he already owned it, and her mind, apparently, even more susceptible?
“Delilah.” Dalton’s tone was almost taunting. “Tell me you want it. Admit what you need and I promise, I’ll give everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Oh fuck. That was it. There was no going back now.
No way she could refuse him.
Not with those eyes, that voice, that promise…
Delilah exhaled, knowing that what came next would change everything. “Yes, sir.” She forced her gaze to meet his once more. “I want you to cage me.”
Desires by Daryl Devore
Daryl Devoré is my guest today with her book Desires which is freshly edited and revised version of her book F.L.E.S.H., published by New Dawning Bookfair.
Blurb
When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance.
After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.
Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.
After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt:
Peyton dropped the towel and sat next to Flame on the bed. "I think it's time that I give you a proper good morning."
"I think I love the sound of that." She giggled. "Back in two secs." She bolted across the room. A moment later she jumped back onto the bed and squirmed her perfect ass against the sheets.
He leaned forward. His lips meeting hers, softly at first, but passion bubbled, and their tongues danced about each other. A jolt hit his cock as she raked her teeth across his bottom lip. He kneaded her flesh. Her erect nipples peaked out from between his fingers. When he tickled his fingertips across her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Open your eyes. Why do women always hide? Watch me. Watch how you respond. You're so hot. Your nipples react so—" He interrupted himself by wrapping his lips around her right rosy bud and caressing it with his tongue. "See. Look how firm and… perky it is."
Flame giggled.
He shook his head. "Yes, I said perky. I don't think I've ever used that word before, but it describes your nipples perfectly." He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her left bud. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh and then slipped her nipple between his teeth, closing his lips around it.
Flame's back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths lengthened to long, deep, contented sighs.
While he lost himself in the pleasure of her breasts, Peyton stroked her dark brown patch of hair. He tapped the insides of her thighs, asking her to open her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his finger from her pussy to her clit. He caressed the sides and circled her nub.
Flame tensed. Moans rumbled in her throat. Peyton slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling the inside of her while his thumb made random circles on top of her clit.
She gripped the sheets, pulled her knees up, and splayed them to the sides, giving him more room to maneuver. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a moan and a first spasm. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed.
He didn't stop. He kept a steady pace, helping her revel in her pleasure. With a shudder, she relaxed. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, he whispered, "That's the proper way to say good morning."
Tempted: Dark Necessities - Dalton's Tale #1 by Felicity Brandon
Today’s guest is Felicity Brandon with her book, Tempted: The Dark Necessities – Dalton’s Tale #1.
A love that neither of them could resist.
A secret that will burn down the whole city...
Blurb:
I’m obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.
She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.
There’s only one question that remains.
Is she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?
Disclaimer: This book is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not read this book.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt
“So, you don’t want dessert, sir?” Delilah’s voice had taken on that soft purr again, and his cock stirred reflexively at the tone.
Dalton leaned toward her. “Oh, I want dessert,” he assured her in a low tone. “In fact, I predict we’ll both be enjoying a bloody big portion.”
Delilah’s eyes widened and she smiled. “Thank God,” she murmured. “I can’t wait.”
He grinned, rising from his chair while she grabbed her purse and shrug. Stepping around the table, she moved toward him.
“How far is to your place, sir?”
Dalton’s arm snaked around her middle, drawing Delilah toward him. “Not far, beautiful. Hold on, I’ll have you there in a few minutes.”
She flicked her bob back with a mischievous smile, and he led her wordlessly out of the Italian restaurant and in the direction of the elevators. The place was the usual thrum of activity for this time of the evening, and numerous people acknowledged him as they wandered past the throng.
“Hey, Dalton!”
He turned at the sound of his name to find Manuel striding toward them. “Hey, man,” Dalton answered, his brow arching at the way his old friend’s gaze so overtly fell over Delilah.
“I was going to ask if you were stopping by the club tonight, but…” Manuel paused, smiling at the pouting expression Delilah was offering him. “It looks like you’re already taken.”
Dalton laughed. “Manuel, this is my friend, Delilah.”
He glanced down at her expectant face, her thoughts confirming how eager she was to know who Manuel was. “And, Delle, this is Manuel.”
Manuel thrust out a large palm in her direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Delilah.”
His gaze rose to Dalton, his brow raising as his thoughts confirmed his curiosity. Who’s the hot little redhead, Dalton? You’ve obviously been playing this card very close to your chest.
Dalton bit back on a grin as he guided Delilah in the opposite direction. “Great to see you,” he called back over his shoulder. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too,” Manuel replied. You lucky sod.
“Friend of yours?” Delilah whispered as they entered the elevator.
There was only one other couple at the far end and with a nod, Dalton steered Delilah away from them.
“Yes, he is,” Dalton confirmed.
He was about to illustrate his point by telling Delilah about Manuel’s position within the organization, but he stopped himself. He may really like the woman, but Dalton had to face facts. She wasn’t telling him the truth, so he needed to be careful with the information he made available. Dalton gazed down at Delilah. She was glancing over her shoulder at the other couple, her attention slowly returning to him.
“Are you okay?”
“More than,” she answered with a lascivious grin. “This is the part of the night I’ve been looking forward to the most.”
Dalton smirked. “I noticed,” he murmured. “You’ve been making those bedroom eyes at me all night.”
Delilah nibbled her lower lip, pressing herself up against him. “Guilty, sir,” she said softly. “What’s my punishment?”
His eyes widened at her provocative display, and at that moment, the elevator came to a pause, the chiming bell drawing both of their focus temporarily back to the sliding doors. Dalton pulled Delilah against him while the other couple left, his arm reaching to instruct the elevator to the floor they needed.
“I’m glad you asked,” he brooded, ensuring he had her full attention as the doors slid closed once more. Slowly, he spun Delilah’s body around, pressing her against the cool mirrored interior. “Based on how much you enjoyed your introduction to BDSM yesterday, I thought we could play another game?”
Delilah gulped, her pupils dilating. “Are you trying to frighten me, sir?”
Dalton’s cock roused at her question. “No, Delilah.” His tone was low and even. “Would you like me to?”
Two O'Clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore
Daryl Devoré is here today with her book, Two O’clock with the Billionaire. This is a contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.
Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.
Blurb: Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.
Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.
Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Note: Two O’clock with the Billionaire was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.
Disclaimer: Two O’clock with the Billionaire is intended for a mature audience and contains sexually explicit scenes. If you find this offensive, please do not buy this book.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt:
Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.
With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”
He tucked his arm under and flipped onto his back. Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag.
His eyes widened as he raised his brows.
She patted his stomach. “Trust me?” Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see Derek’s curiosity, as well as his libido, were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bedpost—not with blood halting knots, just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.
When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek’s gaze focused on her fingers as they disappeared underneath the dark lace and fondled her nipple. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and slide it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.
Her voice was breathless and low. “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”
Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“You are going to let me play, right?” His voice was husky.
More about 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.
Two Lies and a Truth by Daryl Devore
Daryl Devoré had a new book out. Her novella Two Truths and a Lie is featured in the recently released Lawmakers box set.
Blurb: Two Truths and a Lie revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.
As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.
All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.
Disclaimer: Two Truths and a Lie includes sexually explicit scenes.
Buy Link - Amazon
Excerpt:
He was a complex man. I'd seen two different sides of his personality, with another facet having been hinted at. And now I caught a glimpse into his psyche. A rich businessman showing a concern more for love and world peace than for power. Did that explain his quiet command? He wasn't aggressive and full of bravado, but the underlying authority was there. When he spoke, people listened.
That quiet power was what drew me to him the first night at Lord Middleton's manor. It wrapped him in a sexiness level far above other rich men I'd met and miles beyond Lord Middleton's sexiness level.
But what was I doing letting my thoughts wander? I had a hot, naked man next to me. I blinked and met his gaze. "Time to give you your prize."
He grinned and placed his arms up under his head. "Prize me."
I leaned closer and covered his swelling penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what I did, I traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, I slipped the tip into my mouth. Holding him there, I reached around and grazed his bare ass with the tips of my fingers. His body quivered.
Making a circle around him with my finger and thumb, I pressed my lips to my fingers and lowered my mouth as far as I could, then continued the movement with my hand. Pulling my hand back up to my lips, I slid back to his tip, and then lowering my head and hand once again. My fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. "Like that?"
"Mm-hmm. That feels good."
I glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.
Using a light touch all the way through my coordinated stroke, I kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulled me closer, trying to get deeper into me.
My speed and pressure increased as the rest of my fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of my lips. His hips bucked into me. His breaths came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights my mouth and hand provided him.
My left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.
With a groan of frustration, he said, "Stop."
More about 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 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.
Question and answers with Daryl Devoré:
What are your current projects?
I am trying to finish a medieval fantasy. But the dragon is getting nasty and I'm too scared to open the document. (or I've hit a block in the writing – lol)
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Marketing. I'm a writer – not a marketer. People go to university to study the subject. Writers are just supposed to know what to do.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Torn between Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers. Love the complexity of the story and the way they pull you in.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Many, many authors will say – learn your craft, study the rules. I say – write the damn book. 90% of the people who start won't finish. So finish it. Yes, it is going to have plot holes, and grammar mistakes – so what. You wrote a book. Now, you can go back and study and fix it.
What’s your favorite line from any movie?
They're over at the Co-op. From Spaced Invaders
#SatSpanks - after the vows
Happy December everyone! I’m not quite sure how we got here so fast. It seems like just last week we were picking blackberries and swimming in the lake. Still, I love this season: the music, the parties, and the surprises it brings.
That’s why in my book, Sadie Says I Do, Simon and Sadie have a December wedding. Here they are after the ceremony and celebrating is over:
We spent the first night of our married life in our new home. We’d both had our fill of airports and hotel rooms for the year. In our cozy bedroom, Simon set a fire while I watched.
“Present the hairbrush,” he said as he sat back and watched the flames lick around the logs.
I hesitated, perhaps unwisely. “Why?” I asked, unaware of having broken any rules.
“Reason number one,” he said and nodded toward the bathroom where the Maison Pearson was kept.
I brought the hairbrush, thinking of how sometimes spankings were the worst idea ever, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Simon laid it beside him on the bed and nodded at me, the sign for me to submit.
I dropped my panties, lifted my skirt, and crawled over his lap for one of the gentlest spankings ever. He only used his hand. A ten-year-old with a sprained wrist could have done worse.
“Why do I do this?” His voice was light with laughter.
“Because you love me.”
“When will I shop doing this?”
“Never, I hope.”
“Correct.” He delivered two sharp swats to the top of my thighs and said, “Sit on the floor, in front of me. I want to free your hair.”
Carefully and painstakingly he undid my complicated hairdo, stacking up the hairpins in a pile and placing the roses and holly leaves in a row beside them. Finally he used the Maison Pearson hairbrush to comb out the tangles and brush away the gel and spray that held it together.
You can buy Sadie Says I Do as a stand alone book here: SSID – Amazon
or
Or, if you like a bargain, get the entire Simon in Charge series, in a 3-book boxset,
here: SiC - Amazon
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Simon in Charge - cover reveal & box set details
The whole box and dice is Aussie slang for the whole thing. That’s what you’ll get with the Simon in Charge box set that comes out this week! All three Simon and Sadie books are being put together so you can collect them with one click.
This includes: Simon Says, Winning Sadie, and Sadie Says I Do.
Buy link: Amazon
Follow me here: Libby Campbell on Amazon.
Thanks to Patty Devlin of Blushing Books for the fabulous 3D cover.
Publishers’ note: These books are intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Tough stuff, but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.
Here are some readers’ thoughts on the books in the box set:
Simon Says
· Five stars for Simon Says, the first book of the "Simon In Charge" series; I loved it! A delightful couple, featuring Simon, a dominant, alpha, man who is used to-- and determined to--rule the world, starting with Sadie. Simon is a widower who, when he finally found Sadie, was determined to keep her safe, and encourage her to take care of herself. They adore each other, and although he seems quite a stern and controlling man, does it out of a desire to keep her safe. Sadie, quite unprepared for him to be as strict as he was, wasn't quite sure how to react. I loved this precious love story, and highly recommend it!
· “[The story] offered a taste of 50 Shades of Grey, with the strict Dom and the new-to-this sub. I read this book in one sitting, not wanting to stop until the end.
· “Simon is definitely the Master of his Own Destiny and Sadie is my kind of girl - a combination of sweet and sass who can hold her own against Simon.”
· “Simon had me practically drooling, and Libby Campbell had me turning the pages fast. I highly recommend this book. It's a delightful read - fun, sexy, and fresh.”
Winning Sadie
· Both Simon and Sadie go through a lot of growth in this story, which is a page-turner with a fantastic subplot in addition to the romance story between them. This book easily stands alone, but the first book sets it up wonderfully. Loved it!
· This well-written book is a great follow-up to Simon Says, the book in which the story of the extremely dominant Simon and not so submissive Sadie began. Instead of a simple HEA, the author created a realistic journey for the pair, fraught with insecurity and conflict. I enjoyed the sincerity of Sadie's doubts about a lasting relationship with Simon as well as the unwavering devotion that Simon demonstrated. Their vulnerability is raw at times and the plot is emotional, but is lightened by humor and the knowledge that their love is true. I'm looking forward to the next book.
· If you liked ‘Fifty Shades,’ you will worship ‘Winning Sadie.’ Libby Cambell has a powerful writing style that triggers all the emotions and sucks you right into the story from beginning to end. An excellent and satisfying read.
· Action packed romance filled story This is a must read if you like your heroines feisty sweet and strong and your Hero's strong Alpha males who know how to love their woman and how to take them in hand when need then you don't want to miss this story
Sadie Says I Do
· Don't you just love a book where the characters are multi-dimensional? It just makes it that much more real. In this book, Simon is very much a dominant alpha male. As is true to life, Simon does have a vulnerable side...his undying love for adorable and strong-willed Sadie. This witty and romantic tale is full of steaminess to keep you entertained.
· Ms Campbell has set the bar very high with this one folks! This story has our girl working for the domineering man as we all love to see. Of course he rarely allows her any leeway when it comes to her smart mouth or sassy ways that always land her in her favorite position! But will she be able to get her past and her present reconciled in her own mind at least before the wolves that are circling to destroy what they are both working so hard to build together? This is a must read and a get comfortable because you won't want to put it down once you start!
· I loved this book and read it straight through. Simon is one of the sternest and most intense HoH's that I've read. He's so dominant and in control that sometimes I feel like he needs to take a chill pill, but I can't say that he doesn't rev my engine. He obviously does the same for Sadie, though she chafes under his control often, giving Simon plenty of reasons to turn her disobedient backside over his lap. His rules mostly revolve around safety, but he also insists on proper and respectful behavior. The sex scenes, like the spanking scenes, leave nothing to be desired. I recommend this book for domestic discipline enthusiasts. Enjoy the ride!
· I loved this book and read it straight through. Simon is one of the sternest and most intense HoH's that I've read. He's so dominant and in control that sometimes I feel like he needs to take a chill pill, but I can't say that he doesn't rev my engine. He obviously does the same for Sadie, though she chafes under his control often, giving Simon plenty of reasons to turn her disobedient backside over his lap. His rules mostly revolve around safety, but he also insists on proper and respectful behavior. The sex scenes, like the spanking scenes, leave nothing to be desired. I recommend this book for domestic discipline enthusiasts. Enjoy the ride!
· This book was awesome. Once I started I couldn't put it down. A new layer was added to the already deep characters of Sadie and Simon. By switching back and forth between perspectives, the author was able to give incredible insight into both characters that's typically limited to only one. Throughout the story I always knew how each felt and their most intimate thoughts. And what a great story it was. The plot brought all sorts of emotions and held my interest constantly. Best of all, the amazing style in which this book was written kept me smiling as I was transported into Simon and Sadie's world and took their journey with them. The author created visualizations so real that I feel like I just watched a movie.
Don’t miss these other exciting stories from Blushing Books and me:
Seeing Ronnie.(Romancing the Coast, Book 1)*
Book 2 in this series, Ain’t No Cure, is scheduled for released in early July 2017.
Short story:
A Prairie Promise (in the A Spanking Good New Year anthology from Blushing Books)
Winning Sadie is also available as an audio book from Audible. Buy it here.
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