Bound to the Admiral Lighthouses of Devmaer Book 1 by Libby Campbell Genre: Steamy Fantasy SciFi Romance
He controls the queen's navy but can he tame the princess?
When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy future mate wastes no time in taking Gael over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their upcoming union.
Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael's beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai's willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body's response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael's reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?
Publisher's Note:Bound to the Admiral includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
On the writing desk in Kai’s chamber lay a gift package. Wrapped in pale blue silk and tied with a midnight blue ribbon, it was clearly paddle-shaped. Paddles were a common joining gift in Senne. They were sold in shops along with binding ribbons and other ceremonial keepsakes. Gael knew that some couples treated them as a joke, leaving them in a drawer with pretty garters and other souvenirs. She’d seen some proudly displayed on mantelpieces beside family photos. But she never thought anyone would have the audacity to give her one. She didn’t often use her title and position to avoid unpleasantness, but she would have now if she could.
Kai handed it to her and the weight of it made her catch her breath. It was exactly what she feared. She read the small tag that hung from the midnight blue ribbon. To Princess Gael and Admiral Kai with every good wish for a happy union.
“You may open it,” he said, watching her intensely.
With an enormous effort she forced her demeanor to remain neutral, not wanting the dread surging through her to register on her face. “Who is it from?” she asked, grateful that her hands weren’t shaking as she undid the bow.
“You’ve seen the tag. You know as much as I do. My guess is that it must be from someone close to you, someone who knows how difficult it’s going to be for you to settle into a joined life for four years.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.
Gael stared at his resolute, unreadable face, wondering how she would manage for the duration of their mateship. Four years. That’s how long the vows would bind them. It might as well be forever.
When the silk fell away, she held a long-handled ochre-colored paddle. One side of the round head was decorated with Celtic knots. The other side had the words naughty girl carved into it backwards. She puzzled over it, tracing the letters with her index finger.
“It’s written in reverse so that when it’s properly used, at length and on the same spot, those words will be paddled into your backside.” Kai said coolly.
Gael shoved the package at him, trying to step away.
He caught her by the wrist and his huge hand engulfed hers. Once again, his muscular fingers imprisoned her wrist as effectively as an iron manacle. She was helpless against his superior strength. Worse still, the memory of how those powerful hands had lit her backside on fire and drenched her pussy weakened her at the knees.
“Don’t make your fate any worse that it is already,” he said, his voice soft.
Gael looked around the room, wide-eyed, as if an escape portal might magically appear.
Kai nodded at the paddle. “This is a fine gift. We must use it immediately for good luck.” He sat on the end of the bed, drawing her close to him.
Bound to the Commander Lighthouses of Devmaer Book 2
He rules an entire nation but can he command her?
When rumors of twenty-three-year-old orphan Pepper Thornback's incredible healing abilities reach the ruling Tribunal, Commander Quinn Garrick sets out to bring her to the capital. Pepper is given no choice in the matter, and when she attempts an escape during the journey she is taken over his knee for a sound spanking and then stripped bare for a painful, embarrassing switching.
More humiliating still, upon reaching their destination Quinn informs Pepper that she will be his ward for the duration of her stay and he will not hesitate to deal firmly with any disobedience.
Despite her blushing indignation at being treated in such a shameful manner, Quinn's stern dominance arouses Pepper deeply, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But when Pepper makes a shocking discovery concerning the fate of her parents, will the revelation strengthen her bond with Quinn or tear them apart forever?
Publisher's Note: Bound to the Commander is a stand-alone sequel to Bound to the Admiral. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
[Quinn said] “We will go for a walk before lunch.”
“I’m not really hungry,” [Pepper] said. Her tone was sad, not defiant.
“I didn’t ask if you were. We all travel on our stomachs. At times of great stress, the first inclination may be to stop eating. You will not give into this self-indulgence. I’m here to make sure of that. You will stay strong and healthy so you can help others with your gift.”
Her mouth tightened into a sour frown.
“There’s a face I don’t want to see from you again today,” Quinn said, accepting the challenge she was making by not shielding her displeasure. “If I do see it, I will reward it by turning your pale white bottom crimson red.”
Pepper swallowed audibly. “You have no right.” she said bitterly.
“I have every right. Have you forgotten who I am already? You will be punished if I decide you have earned it. No one questions my authority and if I tell someone you’ve had the switch, I guarantee you that the difficulty you will have sitting down will prove my words.”
Silence landed between them for a few minutes. She blushed not just at the certainty that he could and would use the switch, but also at the statement he might tell someone she’d had it.
When she didn’t reply, he continued. “While you’re in Rosewyld, you are my ward, even if you are of adult age and status in your town. You’re not in Rosemoor any longer, young lady. I’m responsible for you now and everything you do will reflect on me. Therefore, I will expect you to be on your best behavior.”
“Is this all because I worked on Minister Mazrant?” she asked, staring into her lap.
For a moment, Quinn thought of telling her of the arrest warrant that sat unsigned on the Lord Treasurer’s desk. Instead he smiled as warmly as he could manage. “Apparently your treatment of her was unprecedented. She has tried healers from Rosewyld to Littington to Berlis. You’re the only one who has given her relief.” He didn’t say that Daedra had whispered all that to her lover one night, unaware of the listening devices planted in her bedroom.
“I’m pleased to serve my country,” Pepper said. “But I would be most grateful, Commander, if you could tell me how long I will be expected to remain in the capital.” Her words were guarded and voice soft. When she was like that, docile and sweet, hiding her wildness and fast tongue, he wanted to cover her mouth with his, to touch and tease her until her true fiery, inquisitive nature burned just for him.
He almost didn’t have the heart to say again, “For as long as it takes.”
“As long as what takes, sir?” There was a note of defiance in her voice that made him suppress a smile. She really couldn’t hide it long.
“As long as it takes to stabilize the symptoms of the Tribunal,” he said.
“All forty-one members of the Tribunal?” Disbelief and clear indignation sharpened her tone.
“Those that have the illness. And their senior staff.”
“Don’t I have any say in this?” Her voice rose with unchecked fury.
“What does the Handbook tell us about our duty?”
“From each according to their ability to each according to their needs,” she muttered bitterly.
“Your tone of voice does not reflect the attitude of a good woman as defined by the Handbook, does it?”
“How many good women are kidnapped from their homes? There’s nothing in the fucking Handbook about that, is there?”
Her hand was on the door handle, preparing to bolt. He clicked on the safety lock.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, “until I detect a serious change in attitude.”
Quinn glanced at the screens. His bodyguards had parked a respectful distance away. As soon as Pepper had used the facilities, he would march her into the forest while the guards stopped anyone else from following.
Then he would cool some of Pepper’s heat.
Bound to the Sheriff Lighthouses of Devmaer Book 3
Stranded in his savage land, she must learn to trust. But first she must learn to obey.
When she witnesses a violent incident while travelling to a nearby city to buy medicine for her village, twenty-one-year-old orphan Takyu is taken into custody by Sheriff Falcon Kingski. Locked in a cell for a humiliating interrogation, she soon learns that the stern, handsome lawman is not to be trifled with and defiance will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom.
The painful, embarrassing chastisement leaves Takyu sore yet intensely aroused, and it isn't long before she has been claimed properly. Their bond grows stronger as they work together both to catch a dangerous fugitive and to uncover the cause of the illness ravaging her homeland, but when a secret Takyu has kept is exposed her punishment will be as thorough as it is shameful.
Publisher's Note:Bound to the Sheriff is a stand-alone novel which is the third entry in the Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Falk walked over to where she stood, holding the clothes up for him to see. As he approached, her nipples tightened under the thin cotton of the borrowed shirt. When she pushed her chest out, the sides of her cardigan fell away.
They stood for a moment, staring at each other. His intense amethyst eyes wandered up and down her body, before stopping to lock with hers. The heat of his stare turned her legs to jelly. Her head swam as though she was drugged.
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her and covered her lips with his. She dropped her clean clothes and molded her body to his, enjoying the sensation of his tongue darting into her mouth and rimming her teeth.
“This is wrong,” he said, speaking with coffee-chocolate breath. His hands ran up and down her back, stopping to gently knead her buttocks as he kissed her deeper. He held her so tightly there was no way she could get away.
The longer he held her, the less she wanted to escape.
They leaned into each other, swaying, joined by the rhythm of their desire.
“If this is wrong, arrest me.” Takyu pressed herself against him harder, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She laced her fingers behind his neck and drew his face closer. He smelled like the lime soap in the shower she’d used. Their scents became one.
His tongue darted into her mouth and she caught it between her teeth and sucked it. Their humid, sweet breaths intermingled, clouding Takyu’s head with the image of a sultry rainforest where everything was damp and fertile.
His hands roamed up and down her body, stopping to squeeze her buttocks. He locked them on her lower back, drawing her into a tighter embrace. Then he caressed her shoulders and fisted her hair. He pressed her face to his and delivered bruising kisses to her mouth, cheeks, and neck. She wished the kisses would never stop.
Her breasts swelled with arousal under his hands. Her throbbing nipples furled and reached shamelessly toward him.
Surging desire sent her head reeling. She’d never wanted a man this much before. In fact, she’d rarely wanted a man before at all, other than in her half sleeping fantasies.
His cock was pushing hard against the confinement of his jeans and she ground her hips against it. Everything about the man was hard. His buffed chest, his muscular thighs. His strong hands returned to kneading her bottom, lifting her, forcing her to stand on her toes so he could kiss her more deeply.
As his body warmed, a slight scent of bergamot mixed with the lime. As hungry as she had been for food just minutes before, Takyu was now that ravenous for Falk. She nibbled his earlobe. Licked his throat.
Her nipples ached for his touch again. She wanted his mouth on them, sucking and biting.
He took her head between his hands and kissed her all over: her forehead, her eyelids. He teased her lower lip by flicking his tongue along it before his mouth moved to her ear.
“I want to fuck you until you scream,” he breathed.
Her skin came alive in fast stages. Itch. Crawl. Flame! She trembled, her need for him now desperate. This might be the only time she’d ever have to realize her fantasies about him. Wet and ready, her pussy clenched and unclenched in anticipation.
Bound to the Watchers Lighthouses of Devmaer Book 4
When Radiance refuses to choose between the two men who love her, they join forces and take the decision out of her hands.
After surviving a harrowing imprisonment in her homeland, Radiance has a new and independent life in her adopted country of Icebridge. She has achieved a coveted senior military rank and now lives beside the ocean that is her lifeblood. Her secluded lighthouse home is the perfect place to keep the secrets she dares not share with anyone.
Because of her special gifts, she has sworn to never give herself to only one man. Instead, she enjoys the affections of two dominant Devmaerean officers, Ghent and Khari. She is lover to both and faithful to neither.
Then a freak storm draws her into dangerous seas to save a squadron of ships bound for Icebridge. As Radiance guides the fleet, with its royal passengers toward a safe harbor, a massive sea tornado sweeps her up. It drops her into the net of ruthless pirates, men whose raging lust is at a tipping point.
As Ghent and Khari plan her rescue, they decide there will be a change in their future with Radiance. First, she will have to present herself for a shameful punishment, as atonement for her life-threatening secrecy. Is Radiance as brave as she thinks she is?
Disclaimer: Bound To The Watchers includes spankings and sexual scenes, intended for mature audiences. These scenes are fantasies included for entertainment purposes only. If such spicy material, might offend you, please don't buy this book. This standalone novel is book 4 in the Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It has a satisfying ending and can be read on its own or as part of the series.
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Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada's West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.
Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something us about yourself and how you became an author?
I think storytelling is an innate part of human nature. Authors just formalize the process. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t making up stories.
My first memories of weaving an elaborate story involved a cap gun and holster set and handfuls of treasure maps I’d drawn. As a child I spent many hours lost in elaborate fantasies like that.
The fantasies changed as I grew older. My need to tell them became more urgent until I finally found the courage to write. I have five or six unpublished novels resting on my computer. My gift to the reading world is leaving them there.
What is something unique/quirky about you?
I’m a control freak in everything but my writing. I have well organized cupboards and drawers. My financial records are reconciled and neatly filed away every month. I rarely start work in the morning without cleaning the kitchen first.
Then I sit down to write at a chaotic desk. It’s covered in random notes, Post-its, books, mugs, and notebooks.
If I’m going on holiday, I want to see an itinerary in advance, so I know the plan. If I’m writing a book, I leap in with little more than a mud map to find my way. I usually have a vague idea where I’m heading and the best way to get there, but that’s about it.
The writing process for me is organic, subject to change at any point in the process. I’ve finally learned to accept that other than sitting down to start, it’s largely beyond my control.
What are some of your pet peeves?
The usual suspects: greed, malice, cruelty, ignorance, self-absorption, vindictiveness etc. Also: a lack of sense of humor.
What kind of world ruler would you be?
Fair, proactive, kind, but ruthless when necessary.
Everyone would have a paid holiday for their birthday.
What are you passionate about these days?
Climate change and environmental degradation. These are lifelong passions for me, not a movement I discovered recently.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
Books and movies are my first place of refuge. In winter, I enjoy playing cards and board games. When it’s warmer, I love to beachcomb. My husband and I have found some amazing things on the local beaches, including an arrowhead that one collector told us predates European settlement here.
I love forest hiking any season of the year as long as there is no snow on the ground.
Describe yourself in 5 words or less!
Overthinker. Wildly imaginative. Forthright.
Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
I’d love to see the Lighthouses of Devmaer series made into a movie. The stories are standalone with or without the spice.
As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
I was browsing a bookstore in Australia one time and became aware of someone’s strong vibe as they stared at me. It was an Aboriginal elder. Unprompted she said to me, “Sister, you have a strong totem.” When I asked her for more details, all she would tell me was that it was an ocean animal. So I picked the killer whale because I love them.
What can we expect from you in the future?
While I intend to keep writing stories about other characters in Devmaer in ongoing novellas, I’m also planning a series of books set in the 1920’s with mystery, suspense, and hot alpha men. I wrote the first novella in this series, Papa Pierre’s Christmas Gift, as a gift to my newsletter subscribers in 2020.
I love writing Christmas stories and give the one to my newsletter subscribers every year in appreciation. Starting in 2021 I plan to do at least two free novellas a year as thank you to my readers.
How did you come up with the concept and characters for Lighthouse series?
Almost every character in the Lighthouses of Devmaer series has shown up on cue when all I’ve done is scratch out a few basic details. Some of them needed a little encouraging to reveal themselves.
Where did you come up with the character names in the series?
Here, there, and everywhere. I invented some. Others are names that I liked and hadn’t used before. I keep a book bible with all the names of all my characters. Whenever a new character appears, I search that document before using a name.
What did you enjoy most about writing this series?
The joyful freedom of building my own fantasy world.
Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?
I learned about the now extinct Salish wool dogs, Icelandic sheep, the lives of dolphins, as well as the healing powers of honey and much more. I knew a little bit about many of these things ahead of time but had to dig deep to write about them with confidence.
I also spent hours watching videos of ships in heavy seas. That was both fun and terrifying.
What is your favorite part of your upcoming book Bound To The Watchers?
I love the elves. They weren’t even on my radar when I was mentally planning the book, but they popped up, unbidden, on the first page. After that, they kept elbowing their way into the story.
Are your characters based on real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?
Some of their characteristics are from real people but none are based on anyone in particular.
Do your characters seem to hijack the story, or do you feel like you have the reins?
I’m on a runaway horse. They totally hijack it.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
I have five or six on my hard drive that will likely never see the light of day. How does an average writer get better? Practice! And I’ve practiced a lot.
What are your top 10 favorite books/authors?
I won’t walk into that minefield. I’d probably leave out someone I should have mentioned or mentioned someone whose books appealed to me one day, but I’ve lost interest when something new came along.
My most read book? Pride and Prejudice. I love this story and its masterful telling. I’ve seen every TV and movie adaptation of it.
What book do you think everyone should read?
Whatever gives them pleasure.
But, if they are now or want to be a writer, they should have some grounding in an occasional classic and / or book of literary fiction so they can see how the masters do it.
How long have you been writing?
I’ve been spinning stories as long as I can remember.
How long have my books been published? Since 2014. I had a mainstream book come out that year, in my real name, followed by a second one the year after.
I’ve been published in the erotica category since 2016 and Bound To The Watchers will be my twelfth book in this genre.
Before 2014 I had short stories and poetry published in a number of anthologies in Australia, Canada, and the US.
What kind of research do you do before you begin writing a book?
Very little. I wait for the story to get going before I know what demands a deeper understanding.
Do you write one book at a time or do you have several going at a time?
I only work on one book at a time, but random ideas for other books pop up constantly. I have files full of notes for future projects.
Pen or typewriter or computer?
Pen or computer. Never typewriter, that technology is too unforgiving.
What makes a good story?
Compelling characters, good conflict, a surprised twist or two, strong pacing, and a lack of clichés.
What are common traps for aspiring writers?
Being in too much of a hurry for the prize of being published. Letting social media suck up too much time. Taking reviews too seriously. It’s best to take both good and bad reviews with a grain of salt. There is something to be learned from both ends of the review scale. Some people will love everything you do. Some reviewers will hate it, no matter how good it is.
“If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that's all.” – Stephen King.
What is your writing Kryptonite?
Self-doubt. I usually freeze with fear at least once or twice in every project.
Being easily distracted. My desk sits in front of a window overlooking a quiet street that is a favorite with pedestrians. I love people and dog watching and too often let myself be distracted by what is going on outside.
An invitation from my husband. When he invites me out for any excuse at all really, I find it hard to resist him. He is my north, my south, my east, my west. (thank you WH Auden)
Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
I tell the stories that come to me. There are lots of authors doing well by writing to market. I may try that sometime, but for now I have several ideas I want to exhaust first.
On the other hand, I do listen to readers. One reviewer wanted to know more about Xane and Jules from Bound To The Admiral and that inspired me to write Bound By Love.
Another reader said she’d like to read a story set in Australia which is very tempting.
How long on average does it take you to write a book?
Four to five months. I’m not a fast writer. Obviously.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
Yes. It hits regularly. For me the only way out of it is by sitting down and writing any old rubbish that comes to mind. I might describe a room or recount someone doing a simple task in excruciating detail. That may not start the flow immediately but it loosens the mind and keeps me on task.
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