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The preorder for Zoe’s Impetus is now LIVE and is released on 10 August. I can’t wait for you to get your hands on it, so how about another excerpt of it for this #SatSpanks edition of spanking fun?

That’s it. The words are out there, and all at once the atmosphere shifts between us once again. With my consent, his hand slips from my face and he pats the trousers of his suit. “Come then,” he instructs me. “Down over my lap with your book.”

I gaze down at the place he had indicated my head giddy with the weight of his expectations. Have I really just agreed to do this, I wonder? But I know I have, and worse, I know I want it.

Moving gingerly, I shift to his side, gripping the book in my right hand. With one final deep breath, I bend, lowering myself down over the Professor’s lap. Hanging over the knees of your biology Professor turns out to be the most peculiar experience. It’s uncomfortable to say the least, yet all at once my arousal spikes and I squirm over his lap. His hand rests on the back of my jean-covered thigh, making me settle at once. There’s nothing sexual about the act, but it’s innately intimate, and all of a sudden, pulling air in and out of my mouth becomes a challenge.

“Start reading, Zoe.” The sound of Professor Neil’s voice startles me, and I’m panting as I fumble with the pages.

“Yes, sir,” I begin, trying to focus on the initial paragraph, but in my flustered state, I can barely even get the words out. “Cell biology.” I pause, feeling his hand shift at the back of my leg. “Cell biology is an understanding of how cells have evolved, which underpins our understanding of how they were formed and have changed in response to the environment, and how they function.”

I’m racing through the first few lines, my brain reading the words, but the whole time all I can think about is his hand trailing a line down towards my knees. It’s sensual and intense, but more than that it’s scintillating. I’m reading on his command, and the thought makes me hotter and wetter than I’ve ever known.

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“Is there a problem, Miss Kellam?” He asks, spinning in his seat to face me in a heartbeat.

Oh crap. He’s caught me looking at him when I’m supposed to be reading! I know I’m flushing as I answer. “I, er, no… I’m fine, thank you, Professor.”

My face is flaming with embarrassment, and I imagine just how red my blush is as I conclude, wishing that the floor will open up and swallow me completely.

He regards me with a wry smile, the look of his face making me even hotter. “I am pleased to hear it,” he tells me. “I assume you don’t need my help to actually read the books?”

His tone has softened, but I barely even register it. Something about his smile has mesmerised me, and for the longest time I just sit watching him, despite the ardent protests coming from my brain. Get a grip, Zoe, it chastises me. This is Professor Neil, for fuck’s sake, not some Hollywood action hero, and yet, there’s no getting past it, my botany professor is making me hornier than I have felt for a long time.

“Miss Kellam?” he says again, rising from his seat. “Do you need help?”

I fluster as he approaches. “Yes, er—I mean, no, sir,” I reply, turning to face the book again, although I can still make him out in my peripheral vision.

Neil paces towards me, weaving his way past piles of books to where I am sitting. “Are you sure?” he asks, his hand resting against the back of my chair. “You do seem rather agitated.”

I glance up at his towering figure, noting that dark brow arching as he appraises me, and I swear I lose my breath. “I…” I hesitate, trying desperately to get a handle on myself. “I’m just having trouble focusing on the book, sir.”

“Really?” he enquires, smirking at my response. “Perhaps this is the problem, Miss Kellam. It seems you need assistance focusing on the task at hand.”

He edges closer to me, a waft of his provocative cologne washing over my face at his proximity. The spicy, earthy scent makes me hot and heady.

“It might surprise you to know, that when I’m not researching the cell structure of plants, I’ve developed my own way of helping young ladies to focus.” He’s smiling as he speaks, the timbre of his voice garnering my attention even before his words register.

I blink up at him, my heart pounding as I catch my breath. I have no idea what the professor means, but something about his message speaks to my core, goading me in the most insanely erotic way.

“Wh-what way, sir?” I ask, my own voice trembling with some level of excited apprehension.

His face relaxes, and he takes a step backwards. “I’m not sure you’re ready to know,” he replies, shaking his head as though he is musing on his own private conundrum.

The retreat fills me with urgency, and I watch as Neil turns away from me, facing the small window which looks out to the open fields. All of a sudden, my greatest need is to capture his attention again, to not let him get away.

“Professor!” I cry out, my tone demanding. “I am ready… please!”

I’m on my feet, but somehow, I can’t make them move forward. Instead, I stand, breathless, watching him eye the expanse of window. Slowly, ever so slowly, as though he’s intentionally torturing me, he turns, and his steely blue gaze finds me at once.

“You’re sure?” he asks, moving back towards me. “Because what I propose is not conventional. It doesn’t conform to university procedures, and if you agree, it will have to remain between just the two of us.”

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Cover Reveal!

I have been hard at work writing and editing to try to get everything done before I go on holiday, I didn’t get everything but I think I have gotten a lot done! If you didn’t see, Goldie’s Surrender is on sale RIGHT NOW for only 99 cents on Amazon and is already racing up the Amazon charts. I am so excited!

BUT let’s talk about what else I have coming up, because I have a lot that I CAN’T talk about yet. On August 10th I will have a new release called Zoe’s Impetus and it will be part of an anthology named N.E.R.D. with the fabulous authors Golden Angel, Katie Douglas, Sassa Daniels, Jack Crosby,Rue Raven and Morganna Williams. I am SO excited for you to read it, especially since I have been so hush, hush about it. Take a look at this sexy cover!

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I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil’s the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?

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Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, hot and highly-skilled men who aren’t afraid to take control. Featuring: Time travel in a phone box, mad science, naughty young ladies getting spanked, bacon, exceptional cosplay, aliens, completely sane science (honest), extra bacon, comic con shenanigans and more biochemical interactions than you can shake a long-chain hydrocarbon at (translation: they do the naughty stuff).

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For my part, I loved Professor Neil. He can help me study any day! 😉

So what is this new story about? Well, check out this excerpt:

“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands.
I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair. Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it.
“Miss Kellam?”
I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone.
“The book?” he repeats in a curt tone.
I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.
“Good,” he replies, smiling at my response.
I know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it.
“Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.”
“Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?”
Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.”
And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning.
Over his lap?
My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak.
“Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?”
I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud…
“Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.

Doesn’t it sound good? I had such a great time writing these two.

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What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

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For a moment we are barely an inch from each other, and then – in a heartbeat – he is on me. We land on the bed together, our limbs knotting briefly before his powerful legs move between mine, spreading them wide apart. What just happened, I wonder? One moment I was empowered, devouring his beautiful cock, and the next I am flat on my back with this giant between my legs.

“Now I have you, little girl,” he teases me.

I scowl at him, slapping his strong right tricep playfully. “Don’t call me girl,” I complain. “I hate that!”

He lowers his face towards me, the muscles of his arms taking the strain without complaint. “I know you do,” he replies with a smirk. “That’s why I say it!”

He is so close to me now that I can barely even take a breath. I am pinioned by his imposing, powerful body, yet it is the weight of his stare which seems to paralyse me.

“I am not, and never will be, your girl…” My voice is raspy, and my desire plain to hear, but still I continue with my snarky attitude.

“You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he says with a grin.

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Madelaine’s denial #SatSpanks #ScifiRomance

It is time for a heck of a spanking on this Saturday. Are you ready? This is a work in progress, and will be my first sexy Sci-Fi. In this scene, someone is having a really hard time admitting the truth to even themselves.

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His palm connects with my exposed bottom, and it’s hard. It hurts. I wince at the sting, feeling it reverberate around the rest of my body, before it settles. I groan into my gag, the sound as incoherent as my thoughts.

He spanks me again. Harder, with meaning, and the pain is real. Further smacks follow, and I number each one in my head. By eight my hips are bucking, trying to escape the breadth of his palm. I hear his dark chuckle, and a hand settles at my left hip, holding me still.

“Settle,” he warns me, his tone foreboding. “This is what you want, Madelaine, remember? This is what you yearn for.”

His right hand moves quickly, snapping back against my now immobilised backside. I draw in a deep breath around my gag, straining my neck backwards to manage the hurt.

Six more swats are delivered in hasty succession, each feeling intense and heavy-handed. It hurts dammit, can’t he tell that it hurts?

And yet… underneath the superficial response, there’s that low-level arousal, warming and simmering with the spanking.

I know if he was to sweep a hand down to my sex he’d discover the truth, that Madelaine Carter might object to the binds, to the ignominy, and to the pain, but deep down, she fucking loves it.

The admission is unsettling.

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The Captive’s Humiliation #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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It’s Saturday, you know what that means. Saturday spankings! Here is a sexy spanking snippet from the new book I am working on, Molly is still learning to be a pet but is finding it is turning her on in all the right ways.

Connor punished her at every pass, spanking her thoroughly with the paddle and no-doubt intentionally ensuring it nudged her tail each time it connected with her. After every strike he would declare the number, and Molly would continue crawling, her face falling lower with the shame and her behind aching more and more from the repeated onslaught.

When he finally called ten, she wanted to cheer and collapse, but she didn’t dare. Instead she carried on as she had been, waiting for some sign that her ordeal might be over.

“That’s your ten delivered,” he said, matter-of-factly, “but I won’t hesitate to deliver more as required. Now, I have a lot of story to read, so the more you distract me with your bad behaviour, the longer you’ll be exercising. Do you understand?” She passed him again, lowering her eyes so she didn’t have to connect with his self-satisfied expression.

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

“Crawl the other way now,” he instructed. “I like a change every now and then.”

She paused, sighing quietly as she turned her body in front of him and began her new clockwise circle. This was turning into the most humiliating deed of the whole time he’d had her. Being kept leashed was bad enough, but being made to perform like an animal was mortifying. She didn’t have to feel between her legs to know how wet she was.

However fucked up and wrong this all was, it was hitting her buttons with disturbing ease, and that reality made it all worse somehow.

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The Captive’s Spanking #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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It’s Saturday, you know what that means. Saturday spankings! Molly is figuring out what being a pet is all about in this naughty snippet.

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His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike resonated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on.

Delivering the second spank he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as the impact reverberated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.

“Why are you being spanked, pet?” He growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke. She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly. Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity towards the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.

“More specifically,” he demanded. “Tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.” Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to colour wonderfully.

“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out. Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted.

“That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.

“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”

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Her Master’s Cane – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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Happy Saturday, everyone! It’s finally the weekend again, and with it comes the awesome, #SatSpanks.

I’ve been busy editing all week, and am pleased to bring you another scintillating snippet from the new book…

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There were no more warnings. Instead, Connor flicked the cane over her reddening bottom, landing it over her exposed cheeks. She sobbed quietly, but remained still, and based on the tension he could see in her shoulders, Connor could guess at the amount of effort that immobility took.
“Thank you, Master,” she squeaked, and he paused at her words, pleasantly surprised at them. So, the little pet was contrite then, or so it would seem, but it wouldn’t be enough o save her now. Her recent performance was already sufficient to condemn her to the cage once this penance was through.
Focusing on her bottom once more, Connor delivered the final four swats. He landed them so fast that Molly had little time to respond, let alone thank him, and as the cane branded her flesh for the final time he threw the implement onto the black tiled floor for dramatic effect.
“Your caning is over,” he concluded, assessing her as he spoke.
The release of tension was visible, and at the sound of his words, she broke down again, sobbing her heart out onto the bench. Connor sighed at the sight. Much though he appreciated her distress, she was going to make herself ill if she didn’t stop.
He left her bound body, and wandered to the left of the room, to the small, black refrigerator he’d had installed. Opening the door, he shone a bright light against the cold tiles as he reached inside for a bottle of water. Twisting the cap, he took a slug, and turned to assess his pet. She was clearly overwrought, and would need refreshment.
He opened the dark cupboard above his head, eyeing the collection of pet bowls and accessories which he’d prepared for this purpose. Choosing the one closest to him, he poured some of the cold water into the bowl, before striding back to where his pet was waiting.
“Time for a drink,” he told her, as he placed the dish on the tile by the side of the bench.
She turned her head, revealing a tangle of dark hair over burning red eyes.
“Are you going to behave yourself?” He asked her, crouching and edging closer to her perturbed expression.
Molly sniffed, and nodded as she answered him. “Yes, Master,” she promised, the relief evident in her tone.
Poor little pet. She clearly assumed that this part of her ordeal was over, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Good,” he continued, reaching for her left wrist and slowly releasing her limb from the strap.

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The #spanking lesson – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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It’s time for your Saturday spanking, and with my new dark romance finally written, the edits are on! Here’s a new scintillating snippet from the book to whet your appetite (NSFW as always, I’m afraid!)

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“This spanking is designed to teach you an important lesson, pet,” he told her, slapping both cheeks playfully. His voice was soft and tantalising, much like the look of her body splayed over his lap, and he relished the soft gasp which escaped her mouth at the first swat. “Be a good girl and take what’s coming to you.”
Glancing left towards her face, he saw her pull in a shaky breath, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t fight either though, so Connor took that as her acquiescence to his demands, and concentrated on the task in hand. And what a task it was…
His new pet had the most stunning bottom. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike resonated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as the impact reverberated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.
“Why are you being spanked, pet?” He growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.
She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.
Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity towards the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.
“More specifically,” he demanded. “Tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”
Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to colour wonderfully.
“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.
Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted, but hearing them had nearly taken his breath away.
“That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.

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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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