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Trusting Ingrid by Libby Cambell

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Ingrid has been expecting to have this conversation her entire life. She’s skated on the edge of the law for so long, she’s always expected to have it with a judge or prison warden.

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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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Ingrid balked. “I think I’ve been pretty productive the past few years. I’ve been the top salesperson in the province. Do you have any idea how much real estate I’ve sold?”

“No and I don’t particularly care either. I’m talking about you learning to develop a moral code, to be the type of person that Glyn and Rachel can invite into their house without having to count the silver before you leave.”

A guilty blush crept over Ingrid at that suggestion. She had already decided not to slip one of their antique silver spoons into her suitcase, but how had Lachlan known she’d even thought about it?

“I’m speaking metaphorically,” he said. “What I mean is that I’d like to be with the sort of woman I can take anywhere and not have to watch what she does when she thinks no one is looking.”

“I don’t know if I can be that woman.”

“I’m sure you can or I wouldn’t be here now. I’ve known someone like you in my past. She was much younger when we got together so she had fewer, less ingrained bad habits to correct. I was also younger and a lot less experienced then. I think I can straighten you out much faster, now.”

“Straighten me out?” Ingrid pursed her lips for a second. “What does that look, taste, and feel like?”

“It looks like you, bare-bottomed, stretched over my knee. It tastes like you eating humble pie when you go back to that cinema tomorrow and apologize for spoiling one of their seats and offer to pay for the cost of cleaning. It feels like my hand falling hard and fast on your upturned derrière.”

Ingrid’s throat turned desert dry, as feelings pinballed through her. She’d have to try to be honest, something she’d never done before. Sure, she was trying to move her life in that direction anyway but now Lachlan would be watching her. He would spank her if she failed. He might give up on her entirely if she wasn’t willing to try.

“So you want to punish me like I’m a recalcitrant child?” she asked.

“To put it plainly yes, if you agree. From where I’m sitting, from everything I know about you, your life was a train wreck last year. Until you’ve got a much stronger moral compass, you obviously need help.” He patted her two clasped hands with his one free one before letting them go.

She sat back, savoring the lingering strength of his touch. Heat rose from her clenching pussy. This was it, the dangerous, exciting aspect of love that she’d been so curious about. It was too late to discuss it with Rachel, to get an overview. She could either jump in and learn firsthand or she could turn her back on the most terrifying, alluring offer anyone had ever made her.

 

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Libby Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.
Libby has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
Libby’s passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night of dancing.

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Seeing Ronnie by Libby Campbell

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It’s Tuesday, and this week the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us Libby Campbell!  With book 3 in the Romancing the Coast, Trusting Ingrid, scheduled for release in June, what better time to look at books 1 and 2 in the series?

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So, why did Libby choose to write about these three women?

After reading Winning Sadie, reviewer AGS said, “[I] would love to find out more about some of the supporting characters,” and she thought, “I would too.”

The only way she knew how to find out more about them was to write their stories. Because Ronnie was one of the feistiest, she started with her.

After that she moved on naturally to Cynthia. What Libby discovered at the base of her unhappiness was an eye-opener.

Last in the series, Ingrid was one of the hardest characters to write. To the world, she is a nasty, self-centred troublemaker. To the man who challenges her, she is a frightened creature whose bark is worse than her bite.

Trusting Ingrid is also the longest book in the series, finishing at just under 82,000 words. It’s quite a journey!

But now let’s get back to the start of the series: Seeing Ronnie.

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 to 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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Del tilted her face up to his. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” he said. His honey brown eyes sparked with reproach and something more, raw desire. His fingers burned on her skin and the heat of his stare made her itch in places that no man had scratched for a very long time. Part of her wanted to reach out and pull him close, to feel his powerful body wrapped around hers.

She was losing her mind. The island had made her take leave of all her senses.

Embarrassment quickly replaced her light-headed lust. While it was perfectly natural to have perved on the man, it was sloppy and amateurish to have been caught. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she wrenched her wrist free and pushed him away as hard as she could. He took two steps backwards to regain his balance and a grim smile spread over his face.

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Or you’ll do what? Refuse to take me to the party tonight?” She spat the words and tried to skirt around him on the narrow path.

“I warned you the other day about the consequences of bad manners.” He caught her around the waist with his left hand and held her facing away from him. Then he raised his right hand high and brought it down on the top of her bare thighs with a loud crack that was more noise than impact.

“That’s what your rudeness gets you,” he said. “That and a lot more. But next time it will be on your bare bottom with you turned over my knee, as promised. I expect you to speak to me at least as respectfully as you would any business associate. Remember, I have experience with naughty girls. I’m the father of a fourteen-year-old, but you, unlike my spirited daughter, will be spanked for rudeness or sass. You’re a grown up and able to walk away from me if you want to, something she can’t do. Different rules for different girls. Only the big girls get spanked. So, if you and I are going to spend time together, and I hope this weekend is just the start of things, I expect you to show me good manners and thoughtful behavior.”

Ronnie looked at him, her mouth opening and closing. She knew she resembled a guppy and was just as wordless. This man had second sight of his own, straight into her soul. She wanted him and he knew it. Now he was saying he wanted her too. Was that an opportunity or a risk? Thoughts of what he was offering raced through her brain.

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A Time For Will

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It’s a new week, and I am happy to host the fabulous, Libby Campbell, and her recent time-travelling release, A Time For Will!

In the book, identical twins, Verity and Felicity (Lissie) Pettigrew inherit an abandoned farm in the remote hills of the Methow Valley. Little do the twins know, but their windfall harbours a secret. While exploring the old barn, Verity stumbles into a hidden portal and is instantly transported more than one hundred years into the past.

In 1885, on the same farm, Will Dawson is saddling his horse when a disturbance in a corner of the barn catches his attention. In his haste to rescue the gorgeous woman in the centre of the disturbance, Will is flung far into the future.

Meanwhile, Lissie arrives on the farm looking for Verity, but finds the handsome, slightly suspicious cowboy instead. From their first words to one another, sparks fly.

Lissie’s modern manners and profane language offend Will. His solution? Some old-fashioned discipline delivered on the spot.

Affronted by Will’s distinctly un-twenty-first century approach to male/female relationships, Lissie challenges his authority at every turn in spite of nearly always ending up over his knee.

Meanwhile, Verity must deal with life in 1885. Although accepted into Will’s family, she longs to get back to the 21st century and the man she loves.

Can Will live in a future in which progress comes at the price of everything he holds dear? Can Lissie win him over, and teach him that women can be independent and wilful but still soft and sexy? Will Verity find her way back to the man she loves?

Publishers note: This stand alone love story includes scenes of domestic discipline and spicy romance.

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“I’ve warned you about your language and I’ve warned you that I am in charge here. You’ve spoken to me disrespectfully, you’ve cursed, and you just told that man that I’m an idiot.”

With his right hand clamped around her left wrist, he turned and headed to the barn, towing her behind him. Her gait was awkward as she crab-walked to keep up. He didn’t say another word until they’d followed the beaten path around to the front of the barn. With a gentle nudge, he guided her inside.

Lissie’s stomach turned to water. “Why are we here?”

“Why do you think?” he asked, closing the door behind them.

“We’re going to try to go through the portal back to your world?”

“We could do that. But not until I’ve tanned your hide properly for sass, cussing, and disrespect.”

He leaned against the door, blocking the only exit to the building. Lissie glanced around. The only things in the barn were a long wooden bench and a couple of stirrup leathers. Surely he couldn’t be planning to use those.

“I’m sorry about that smartass comment to the roofer. He was getting under my skin with that ‘you’re a woman, you wouldn’t understand’ stuff. I said the first thing that came to mind. I should have thought before speaking.”

“That is true.” One corner of Will’s mouth lifted. Damn him. He was enjoying this.

“Okay, I’ve said I’m sorry. You’ve had your apology. Now I need to get back to the house to keep an eye on what all those workers are doing.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to do that. But at this precise moment, you’re going nowhere. You and I are going to do a little reckoning.”

He straightened up, moving away from the door. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll give you a choice. You can drop your drawers and let me spank your pretty bare bottom.”

Lissie blushed at his knowing tone as he spoke of her body. “Or?”

He glanced at the stirrup leathers. “Or you can preserve your modesty. I’m happy to punish you over your trousers, with one of those leathers.”

“That’s a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea.” Lissie crossed her arms in front of her, as though she could ward Will off, or at least protect herself from what was coming next, by the simple act of hostile body language.

Will folded his arms. “Don’t make me wait too long. I’m not a patient man.

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The Simon in charge series

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This Never Ending blog tour returns, and this week Libby Campbell joins us with her sexy series in dominance, Simon in Charge.

Sadie wants to fix the world. Simon wants to rule it. Starting with her.

When feisty Sadie Donohue meets billionaire Simon Jacobson at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter. Little does she know that Simon has arranged it all.

Widowed for six years, he is looking for another woman to share his life. She must be smart, sexy, and able to obey his inflexible rules. He has observed Sadie from a distance and decided she is just what he’s looking for.

Always one to challenge authority, Sadie tests Simon’s boundaries with her lively wit and recalcitrant behavior. He is amused but unmoved. Soon Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!

When he proposes, she accepts without a second thought. The time arrives for her to leave her working-class world of public schools and sausages on the backyard barbecue to move into Simon’s circle of wealth and privilege where children attend private schools and servants serve guests in lavish society homes. Sadie panics.

That’s it: engagement off!

Sadie’s doubts, fired by a secret from her past, may be their undoing. Only Simon is in charge and he has other ideas.

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.

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In my apartment he took out his laptop and sat on the sofa. “Get ready for bed. When you’re done, we will talk about your foolishness today.”

I took as long as I possibly could, removing my makeup, flossing my teeth, and reorganizing the medicine cabinet. My nails needed attention but I decided that might be pushing it. I dabbed perfume on my wrists and slid the black negligee over my head. The gown had solved the riddle of being dressed but undressed; it covered me but left little to the imagination. I prayed it would distract him to the point of forgetfulness.

In the living room Simon was bent over his laptop. He didn’t look when I walked into the room. One of the straight-backed wooden chairs from my dining set had been placed across from the sofa from where he worked.

“Sit,” he said. He didn’t have to say where.

There were four chairs around my dining room table. Two were comfortable, padded parsons’ chairs. The others were wooden, ladder-back numbers. I only owned the wooden ones because I found them online cheap. There were good in an emergency like three friends for dinner at once but I always put a throw cushion on them for comfort. Simon hadn’t extended me that courtesy. The moment I lowered myself onto the rigid wooden seat, the cold crept through the gauzy fabric of my night dress. I waited for Simon to acknowledge me, say something—anything—but he didn’t. Because the heat had been turned down since Friday, the apartment was cool enough to safely store milk and chicken. The negligee lace grazed my nipples and I realized they were standing at attention. I wrapped my arms around myself, for warmth and modesty.

“Put your feet flat on the floor, your hands in your lap, and sit still. I’m almost finished.” His voice pinned me there, like a butterfly in a display case.

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.”

He caressed a nipple as he straightened to a standing position. “Tracy took strips off me before I went upstairs to wake you and bring you home. She said I had no business dropping a bombshell in your life and leaving you to deal with it alone. I told her you’re a big girl with lots of friends to protect you. Plus it wasn’t like I was offering you anything bad, was it?”

I shook my head and said nothing.

“Still I’m taking her comments into consideration as I determine your punishment. Tell me honestly—do you think you should be spanked tonight?”

I shrugged.

“Wise choice to remain silent. Better not risk a wrong answer. However, in my court you are allowed to incriminate yourself. In fact, it’s expected when you have broken my rules. In time you will learn to thank me for the discipline. Until then, let’s deal with what you’re up for now. Let’s accept the fact that you’re going to be spanked. Can you think of the reasons why?”

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Holding Cynthia by Libby Campbell

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  Can a diehard feminist like Cynthia learn to obey an indomitable man like Antony?

This Tuesday, I am pleased to bring you Libby Campbell’s latest in the ‘Romancing the Coast’ series, Holding Cynthia.

In the book, Antony Jacobson first held Cynthia Donohue in his arms at a wintry December wedding. Four months later, the statuesque, silver-haired woman continues to haunt his thoughts.

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer to her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself to cope on her own. When she finds Antony waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

A lifetime of independence hasn’t prepared Cynthia for a submissive role in a relationship. She craves love, romance, and someone to share sunsets. But deep down she believes her dreams are out of her reach. Worse, they are a betrayal of her feminist principles. That’s fine: indomitable, handsome Antony will wait.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction. More importantly, she agrees that he may be right about seeing a doctor.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

Publishers’ note: Holding Cynthia is 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.

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Antony pulled his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “And when I dropped you at the massage center, what did I say?”

“You said I could call you for a ride home.”

“No, I told you to call me.”

“Told, asked. Same difference.”

“You may be a whiz at French, but you obviously need a few lessons in the English language. When I tell you to do something, it’s not multiple choice, pick the most appealing option. It’s an order, pure and simple. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I get what you’re saying.”

“And when you fail to obey me, there will be consequences. I want that clearly understood.”

“Con-se-quences,” Cynthia said the word slowly, pronouncing the se syllable as say, as if she were speaking French. She dragged it out to delay answering. “Would you care to elaborate?”

“Remember when I warned you that last night’s smack might just be a starter if you didn’t behave?”

She nodded.

“I wasn’t kidding. When you fail to look after yourself, I will spank you.”

His words hung in the air between them like a sudden frost.

Her mouth was chalk dry. “Spank me?”

“Yes, spank you. Bare your bottom and turn you over my knee. I want to keep seeing you. I want to see you well, managing your health sensibly. Obviously you’re forgotten how to do that over the years and you need some supervision. My supervision. And when you disobey me, I will punish you in the good, old-fashioned way. Do you understand?” His voice was level, calm. Most of all it was authoritative.

“What? You think I’m going to just submit to that?” Even as she asked the question her pussy clenched with desire and her fingers itched to touch him, to say yes with caresses. She wanted her body to consent so she wouldn’t have to say the words out loud.

“That is exactly what I think, Cindy.” He emphasized Cindy in a way that said he was going to use that name affectionately and proprietarily whether she agreed or not. He was telling her what the conditions of seeing him would be as if he sensed, quite rightly, that this was what she wanted.

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