Authors: Maggie Carpenter
THE COWBOY’S RULES
Reviewer: Jule Kijek
This was my first book by this author but it will NOT be my last. I liked that it was a full sized novel. Chad is a super hot cowboy looking to help out a friend. Cassie is a spoiled rich girl in desperate need of a spanking. Toss in horses, horse shows and a lovable dog named McTavish and you have a runaway hit. I just LOVED it. So worth the time and money!
THE ROCK STAR AND THE COWGIRL
Reviewer: JoJo Bear
I'm a Maggie Carpenter fan, and I snatched this one up as soon as I saw it. NO disappointments here. Don't want to give any spoilers, but a naughty "good" girl gets what she deserves and so does a very naughty bad girl. Plenty of hot sex, hot spankings and lots of romance.
THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR
Reviewer: Desiree Holt
As one who usually reads and writes heavy BDSM books, I found Maggie Carpenter's treatment light and refreshing. Simon, thank heavens, is NOT your usual stuffy, it's-all-about-me billionaires, but a human with doubts and insecurities along with his self confidence. And Belle Somers, well, you just want to give her a hug. The story is entertaining but the strength is in the characters. The author makes them come alive for you and they stay with you long after you turn the last page. A fun read I recommend for anyone who wants to escape with a glass of wine and a good book.
THE BRITISH BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR - ACT II
Reviewer Paige Matthews
This is another wonderful read by Ms. Carpenter and I full believe readers will love Simon as much as I did. I am eagerly waiting for the third act of their story and anticipating Simon's revenge. :) Want to find out what I am talking about? Pick up this read and find out!
THE SPANKING PSYCHIATRIST
Of all the dominant-submissive books I've read, this one is by far the most clever and the most captivating. The story is strong. It's not just words wrapped around spanking scenes. It's so believable, you can feel the emotions of the characters. And you'll never expect the ending! Dr. Montgomery is simply irresistible, too. If I could find his office, I'd make an appointment.
This book is for adults only, and contains scenes of spanking, graphic sex, bondage, sensory deprivation, and are fantasies only, intended for adults. This book is not for children, nor does it condone corporal punishment of children. This book contains scenes of nonconsensual activities, BDSM and other nonconsensual activities. This book does not support nonconsensual spanking or any other nonconsensual activities, sexual or otherwise.
Copyright © 2014 Maggie Carpenter
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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t was late Sunday night, and Simon’s Bentley was zipping along the motorway, returning from another decadently delicious weekend at Chatsworth Hall. The traffic was mercifully light, and Belle’s blissful state continued to float around her. It had only been an hour since she had emerged from the dungeon and Simon’s particularly ardent attention.
The session had begun with a long, sensuous spanking, his deft fingers continuously exploring her hungry depths as his spanking hand rained slap after slap, then standing her up, he had laced her body with soft cotton cord, taking his time, circling and crisscrossing, weaving a tapestry against her skin. Turning his attention to her succulent breasts, he had toyed and licked and pinched and nibbled, then finally laying her face down on the bed, her bottom raised high over pillows, he had fucked her into an explosive orgasm that had left them both utterly breathless.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, reaching across the cream leather and burled walnut console to hold her hand.
“Heavenly, and wishing I was curled up in bed with you,” she sighed.
“I’m wishing the same thing,” he smiled. “Ah well, we’ll be back soon.”
“This is true, can’t be soon enough for me,” she replied, squeezing his hand.
It was Simon’s habit to return late on Sunday evening to avoid the Monday morning traffic, but there were certain nights it wasn’t so easy to leave the joy of their country home and climb into the car for the drive back to the city.
“Take a nap,” he suggested, kissing her fingers before releasing her hand.
“I think I will,” she yawned, tilting her seat back.
As she let herself doze, she knew he was pondering his week ahead; he was a King and his empire needed his guiding hand, but it wasn’t Sinclair Holdings that Simon began to focus on. It was the man behind the scheme that had cost his father his fortune. Darren Hardcastle.
Simon had spent a great deal of time going through the details of the scam and researching the eminent Mr. Hardcastle, and the investigation had made it clear the entire scheme, from the very start, had been set up to bilk the money from his elderly, trusting father.
It had been a real estate venture, and while his father had sought restitution, his lawyers advised that a suit would be costly and the chance of a positive outcome highly unlikely. Though huge amounts of money had been spent on ‘consulting fees’ and ‘research and development’ and other vague expenses, they doubted anything illegal could be proven.
“You chose to invest, and you lost. Happens all the time,” they’d declared.
Because Hardcastle had used land to bilk his father, Simon wanted to do exactly the same thing to him, and had already set his plan into motion. Tyler Anderson, his longtime friend and realtor, a man who had been critical in Simon’s real estate successes and was responsible for bringing Belle into his life, was already on board. Everything was in place, but Simon was missing a key element; a front man. It had to be someone new to the business scene in London, someone unassociated with him, someone utterly trustworthy, someone smart and savvy who could think on his feet, and until he found that very special ‘someone,' though all the pieces were in place, he couldn’t move forward.
Belle yawned and stretched, blinking her eyes open.
“Where are we?” she mumbled.
“Almost home,” he replied.
“Did you come up a plan to save the world?”
“I’ve been thinking about Darren Hardcastle,” he replied.
“Really? What about him?”
“Everything’s in place but there’s a player I still need to find,” he declared.
“Can I help?” she offered.
“I need someone sharp, someone to plant some seeds, but someone Hardcastle would never suspect as being a double agent.”
“Yikes. That’s a tough one,” she agreed.
“Very,” he nodded. “The weird thing is, I know he exists. I can feel it. I just can’t quite put my finger on who it is.”
“Don’t worry, it’ll come to you. It always does,” she said reassuringly.
“You’re right, it does. I’m trying to be patient but the groundwork’s been done, and I’m eager to lure Hardcastle in.”
“I’ll bet, and remember, I want to help,” she proclaimed.
“You won’t let me forget,” he quipped, and as he drove through the city streets, still slick from an earlier rain, he saw Belle shiver. “Are you cold? We’re only five minutes from home but I can still turn the heater up.”
“I love it,” she smiled. “I’d forgotten how I adore the winter here. In L.A. it hardly ever gets truly cold.”
“I think the London natives would have your head if they heard you say that?” he warned.
“I suppose. I’m just so glad I’m here, and having that wonderful Christmas without mom and Lucinda, that was one of my favorite things about the holidays. I know that sounds mean, but it’s true.”
“I know,” he replied consolingly. “It’s a shame. Maybe one day they’ll calm down and you’ll be able to enjoy them.”
“Maybe, but it’s okay if they don’t. I love my life here, my life with you, and I adore your father.”
“Home at last,” he announced, turning into the garage.
As the car slowly rolled to a stop, the door that led into the vast home opened immediately, and Henry Chambers, Simon’s butler, stepped forward.
“Enjoyable trip, Sir?” he asked.
“Very, but we’re tired,” Simon replied “No supper tonight, unless you want something, Belle?”
“Oh no, not for me. Just sleep.”
“Very well, Sir. I’ll shall be up momentarily with your bags.”
“Thank you, Henry. Just leave them inside the living room door,” Simon requested, and taking Belle by the elbow, walked down the hall to the elevator. As the doors closed, Belle leaned against him.
“I can’t wait to get into bed,” she moaned. “You completely wore me out.”
“Mmmm, it was a long interlude we had,” he smiled. “You’re not complaining, are you?”
“Heavens, no,” she exclaimed, “though I do wish we could have stayed for a few more days.”
“We’ll do a longer visit soon, I promise.”
As they wandered into their bedroom suite, Simon spied some envelopes sitting in a silver tray on the coffee table.