Simon in
Charge Series Box Set
Includes
Simon Say, Winning Sadie and Sadie Says I Do
by
Libby
Campbell
Release date June 2nd,
2017 by Blushing Books
Genre: Erotic contemporary DD
romance, billionaire heroes, Canadian erotica
Total length: 150,000 words, 486
pages
#eroticromance #spanking #spankingromance
#dominance #HEA #erotica #wealthyheros #KindleUnlimited
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.
Excerpt
(Simon Says):
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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