Taming and Tanning Libby

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Libby Hamilton is a costume and stage designer for country music star Max walls. She is good at her job, but is hot – tempered and fiercely independent and tolerates no interference.

When new business manager, Clay Harris comes on board, he makes it clear that Libby will be under his supervision, whether she likes it or not. Exasperated with her attitude, Clay presents to Libby the possibility that her attitude could result in a session over his knees. And when Libby calls his bluff, two lives are changed forever.
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Chapter One

Elizabeth “Libby” Hamilton stood just offstage, looking with satisfaction at the performance taking place in front of thirty-five thousand cheering fans in the huge Missouri coliseum. She had done her work well:? all of those onstage were dressed perfectly, and the background lighting effects enhanced the performance without distracting from it.

Her eyes roamed back and forth, checking and rechecking the stage scene as Max Walls kept the audience mesmerized. His voice betrayed a slight Western twang as he crooned his beloved hit song that had made him an ‘overnight sensation’ after struggling for thirty years to make his mark in the world of country and western music. With his eyes closed and a smile creasing his weathered face, Max sang of a long?ago wedding night, making love to his new bride beneath a starry Texas sky. Then the song went on to tell a tale of tragic loss, the pain of which is softened only by knowing that she is now one of the brightest twinkling stars.

Sentimentality was the hallmark of the songs performed by Max Walls. At his age, he preferred tunes that spoke in the past tense of rodeo riding and young love. But sometimes the bachelor cowboy singer would give a beautiful rendition of a song speaking of the joys of mature love, and the tenderness of growing older together.

Accordingly, Libby was careful to make his apparel fit his age and the theme of his music. She would also carefully consider the digitized projected backgrounds or the props on an open stage to ensure that they subtly complemented the musical themes.

Libby felt admiration for the fifty-year-old singer, who had given up so many opportunities in life in favor of pursuing his one and only dream, the one he was fulfilling at the moment. She also felt gratitude for being hired as an untested and untried stage and set designer. Libby was the cousin of Veronica Milton, a seasoned sound technician who had worked for Max for fifteen years.

Veronica was a widow, sleek and attractive with long black hair. She felt that she could help keep the more immature and impulsive Libby grounded, and had no reluctance in recommending to Max that he bring her younger cousin on board the staff. She warned the singer about her penchant for stirring up some dust, but assured him that her creative talents would offset any down side to hiring her.

Aside from that fortunate connection through birth, Libby only otherwise qualified for the position by virtue of a just?awarded college degree in stage management from a university in California Max had never heard of. But she had quickly proven herself. It was noted by all around her that she poured herself into her work, designing and planning well in advance of each show. Libby not only had a talent for fashion, but also for obtaining advance information on the lighting at upcoming venues, so that she could consider how different colors and fabrics would be affected.

Libby’s green eyes darted back and forth beneath the bangs of flaming red hair that reached down to the middle of her back. She had a job to do, and she paid rapt attention to the sights and sounds of the concert. That is, except when she was stealing a glance at the newly hired staff member who arrived just before show time. Clay Harris would serve as business manager and bookings coordinator in place of the man who had served Max in that capacity for five years, but had recently betrayed his trust.

Libby could not help but be impressed by her first glances at the new manager. He was just over six feet tall, a good contrast to her own petite stature. Even in the dim light, Libby could see the rugged but handsome face revealed beneath the wavy brown hair and Stetson hat, above an upper torso that looked impressive while outlined by a snug tee shirt.

Max had just informed the crew two days earlier that the new manager would be meeting up with them, so Libby lost no time in researching him on the Internet. She was stunned and impressed to see that his last two positions had been with mid-level but rising performers. She looked forward to meeting him, especially after seeing a photo of him. Still, she hoped that he was not the type to try to micromanage, because she had no lack of confidence in her work, in spite of being new to the position.

When Libby had accepted the job, she decided to give it everything she had. When her cousin Veronica pledged to Libby that she would be quick to speak up with constructive criticism, Libby graciously thanked her, but admitted to herself that she was rather thin ? skinned.

After a thunderous round of applause, Max and his band launched into their last song of the night. As the ballad came to its conclusion, Libby could see the new manager approaching out of the corner of her eye. The song over, he reached out to Libby to shake her hand: “Clay Harris? new manager.”

Libby felt her face turn warm from his mere touch. “Eliza? Libby Hamilton. Costume and stage tech.”

Clay held onto her hand for a moment. “I understand you just joined the act a few months ago. I guess we’re going to learn the ropes together.”

Libby felt herself flush, as the new manager seemed to reluctantly let go of her hand. “You will really like working for Max. He’s as great a boss as you could ever ask for. And I really respect him so much, because he has worked so hard to finally get the recognition he deserves. I suppose you have met Veronica, my cousin. Every time I saw her over the past several years, she would talk about Max in glowing terms.”

Clay motioned toward the exit door. “Come to think of it, Libby, I don’t think I ever heard a negative comment about the man. I don’t think that he has an enemy. I know he has gone through some rough times in the past, but everyone says that that has made him stronger. I was stunned to see some of those public service announcements he did on television. I imagine it’s hard to be so candid about having a history of substance abuse.” He paused as he pushed the door open.

“By the way, Max told me he wants to have a little meeting on the bus right away. I guess I shouldn’t be late for my first crew meeting.” Clay motioned for Libby to take the lead, and she could not help but wonder if he was enjoying the view as she strolled slowly through the parking lot in the back of the large hall in her short, denim cutoffs that outlined her ample backside and showcased her shapely legs. Other nights she wore a little cowgirl dress or just a denim skirt as brief of length as she could find.

Although Libby was never onstage, she was often in contact with fans and event hosts, and decided that she may as well dress as the sexy country music fan from Missouri that she truly was. She knew that on some occasions, a well-timed wiggle or two had won over concert hall staff from whom a favor was needed.

However, when her wholesome girl?next?door face and curvaceous body did not succeed in helping her to get her way, her legendary temper and brash demeanor would suffice. Her sharp tongue had been helpful at times when she needed to make a point, but there had also been a couple of times when Max or Veronica had ended up apologizing to someone as a result. Fortunately for Libby, her talent usually outweighed any negative effects of her lack of tact. Usually, but not always.

* * * * *

Libby climbed the steps onto the luxurious tour bus, certain that the new manager was admiring her shape as she made her way onto the vehicle that would take them to their next concert the next evening in Iowa. Max sat in a recliner in the rear of the bus, waiting patiently until all the staff and band members had settled in. When all were assembled, Max motioned to Clay, and gestured for him to join him.

“I want all of you to meet my new manager, Clay Harris.” Everyone called out a welcome to the new arrival. “I know that ya’ll really liked Howard? so did I. But I have made it clear to everyone on this bus that there are certain things I just won’t tolerate, and drinking too much is one of them. Now we all know that the celebrity magazines and television interviews leave no doubt that my own background is full of regrettable incidents. But I have changed, and the last thing that I want is to ever have to explain bad behavior by anyone working for me.”? His grim countenance left no one in doubt about the sincerity of his words.

But then he smiled.? “That doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun. And I don’t expect any of you to not enjoy a couple of drinks when we’re on the road just because I can’t trust myself to have one. But Howard went over the line, and I want everyone to know that I offered him a second chance. Unfortunately, he did not accept my terms.”? He shook his head with regret and then turned towards the younger man.

“So Clay, here, comes to us with several years of experience as a manager, and he comes highly recommended by a number of people who have been high on the charts much longer than I have. So Clay knows what I expect of him, and ya’ll will soon come to know what he expects of all of you. Over the next few days, Clay and the rest of you will get to know each other. I’m sure you will all work well together.” Max stood up and called up to the front of the bus where the driver waited patiently. “Let’s get to Iowa!”

The bus started to move, and everyone took a seat, except for Clay who was moving around and introducing himself to everyone on the bus. Having met everyone else, he worked his way to the front of the plush vehicle, and sat down in a vacant swivel chair next to Libby. “And how did you get involved with Max and the band?”

Libby felt her face flush. “I owe it all to Veronica, because when I graduated from college, I never really considered working for a musical act, although I have always liked country-western music. I was thinking more in terms of working for small theater or maybe doing some off?Broadway stage work in New York, if I was lucky. As you can imagine, the competition for jobs on Broadway is just brutal.”? She shook her head at the thought.

“But Veronica told me about this opening, and I realized that the basic elements would be the same. So I decided to go ahead and apply, and she arranged for me to meet with Max when he was doing a show in St. Louis. I have to admit that I was quite nervous, but we seemed to hit it off right away and he decided to give me a chance. And I have to say, I quickly came to love the work. I am endlessly grateful to the man for giving me such an opportunity.”

Libby smiled and continued, “I love to plan? I love to review the video of each performance and see what I could have done better and what worked. I don’t want to ever let him down.”

Clay nodded in appreciation of her positive attitude. “I’m sure that you understand that it’s rather unusual for such a young person to land a position like yours in the music business. You have reason to be proud of yourself.”

Libby shook her head slowly. “I have to admit, that sometimes it still seems like a dream. I’m so grateful for everything that has happened. I just want to do my best. After all, I realized he took a chance on me. And in a way, Veronica put her own judgment on the line in recommending me. So I have a lot of reasons to want to do well.”

Clay found himself distracted by the shapely legs and an expression that hinted at being capable of some volatility as he nodded. “Of course, I only have a few years on you myself. Like you, I caught a lucky break after working just a couple of years in event management. I’m kind of a country music junkie, and I became one of Max’s fans, and I always had this hope of working for him. I guess that Max is the kind of fellow who is willing to let his gut instinct and intuition take over from time to time.”? His smile indicated that he identified with that trait.

“So I was fortunate to pick up a couple of other gigs in the country business, but I always had my mind on this organization. When word came to me through a friend that he needed a new business manager, I got in contact right away. I’m kind of a stickler for details. I guess that goes with a job like this.”

Libby finally smiled at him. “There’s no question that the same applies to me. I have no patience for imprecision. Sometimes I have to watch my tongue when I’m displeased with something or someone.”

Clay began to chuckle. “No offense, Libby? but does your personality go along with the color of your hair? Or is that just some type of broad brush that all redheads get painted with? The temper thing, I mean?”

Libby shook her head and grinned. “I will admit, I have been told on several occasions that it was true in my case. Sometimes, though, I think that perhaps some people mistake determination and seriousness for attitude? especially in the case of a woman.”

Clay held up his hands in a defensive posture. “Sorry? I have on more than one occasion been accused of being chauvinistic.”

Libby tilted her head and looked at him. “Do you mean as in being sexist?”

“I guess you could say that. I guess I’m a little traditional and old-fashioned for some people’s taste. I was raised to be kind of protective of women, but I hope I don’t come across as condescending and controlling? unless it’s necessary.”

Libby felt a flash of anger at his comment. “And just how does a man like you determine if it’s necessary to come across as? I think you used the words condescending and controlling?”

Clay laughed. “I suppose it’s just a protective side of me to want to step in if I see someone? especially someone quite cute, such as yourself? in danger of making a big mistake.”

Libby found herself struggling to respond. “I think that was kind of a compliment? I do indeed thank you for that. But if you see a woman about to make a mistake, how can you be so certain that you are not the one who is mistaken? Do you just assume that you are right?”

“Point well taken. Still, I feel that I have good instincts, and I think I have a lot to offer in the way of advice.”

“Good grief, Clay. Do you think that you have ever been wrong?”

Clay began to rub his chin theatrically as he closed his eyes to consider the question. “A couple of years ago, I thought I was wrong about something? but it turns out I was mistaken.”

Libby let out a dramatic sigh. “It’s been so very nice to meet you, Clay. But I think I had better get to work on some of my designs before I’m overwhelmed by your perfection. I may faint from your very presence.”

The new manager laughed, then stood up and began to step away, but before he was more than several feet away, he turned and winked at the redhead who was still watching him against her own better judgment. Seeing that gesture caused Libby to feel a combination of irritation and interest, and she did not like that one little bit.

* * * * *

The Iowa performance was a blockbuster in a string of very successful concerts, and it would garner some of the most complimentary reviews by critics and writers who covered country and western music. One of the songs was recorded for a video that was expected to be played frequently on country music channels and the Internet.

Next they went on to southern Illinois, followed by Missouri, and then Norman, Oklahoma. In Norman, everyone stayed in town for a publicity event the next morning at their hotel. A large crowd of enthusiastic fans showed up, along with local reporters and correspondents from magazines devoted to country and western music.

Libby did not notice that one of the band members was speaking to one of those correspondents and pointing toward her. A moment later, she was tapped on the shoulder and asked if she would be willing to be interviewed and photographed.

Libby was pleasantly surprised and agreed, walking off with the writer to a quieter corner of the large room. She was asked about how she designed the clothing worn by Max and the band, followed by the typical questions asked of someone who spent most days away from home and traveling in a tour bus. The reporter then took a photo of her for the magazine, and she was happy that she had turned out in full cowgirl regalia for the morning, complete with a hat slung over her back, a short cowgirl dress, and the new Western boots she had just bought.

For the rest of the morning, Libby was subjected to good-natured ribbing over the interview, along with some complementary statements about her outfit, there were a few flirtatious remarks tossed in. As she listened to each remark a man made about her appearance, she seemed to involuntarily wonder if Clay were paying attention to her.

Finally, he did approach Libby, and congratulated her for the interview and photo, then went on to complement her on her hard work. “We’ll have to make sure we buy some copies when the magazine comes out. And just wait until your parents see that. Everyone is going be proud of you, Libby.”

Libby felt her face turn warm. “Thank you? I’m just trying to do my job.”

Clay reached inside his pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper. “I forgot. A friend of mine from my last job sent me the name of this website. He says it has a great selection of digital background imaging.”

Libby felt her spine stiffen. “But I think the ones I have been selecting are pretty good.”

“Oh, they certainly are. I had just mentioned you to him, and how you and I were both new on the job, and he suggested this and thought you might find it helpful.”

Libby began to bite her lip. “Thank you? I am perfectly capable of picking out my own resources.”

“Libby? I’m just trying to be helpful.”

Libby stepped forward and stood on her tiptoes to put her lips close to his ear. “I have this covered? thank you very much.” She then arched her eyebrows and stepped away and disappeared into the crowd.

* * * * *

The group had a two-day break, and then headed for another sold-out appearance in Wichita, Kansas. Libby had spent her free time hidden away in her room at the hotel, working on new designs and stage themes. She had made it a point to seclude herself, wishing to avoid contact with Clay.

Libby had always tried to avoid the previous manager as well, for she was not eager to have another person giving her orders. She spent hours each day with the design pad on her lap, followed by having the images scanned and sent to a company in Texas that actually manufactured the outfits. If not at the sketchpad or on her computer, she was often on the telephone with suppliers, squeezing in several calls each week to her parents and siblings.

Libby was a dynamo of work and creativity. She was also known as a sweetheart unless someone failed to meet her expectations or stepped on her creative toes, as Clay had done unwittingly.

After her indignation on the morning of the interview, Libby tried to maintain her mode of independence from any additional managerial oversight. When Clay would speak to her, Libby would reply in short, clipped sentences. It was not that she had developed an immediate dislike for the man. Instead, she just did not feel that she needed anyone’s interference in her work, let alone their assistance. At the same time, it was obvious from his demeanor that Clay had not appreciated her response to his simple offer of information that he felt would have been helpful to her.

Upon arriving in Wichita, Libby and Clay found themselves sitting next to each other at a brief staff meeting called by Max. Each at the circular table in the rear of the tour bus took a turn going over their individual preparations for the show. During the meeting, Libby could not help noticing that Clay was occasionally glancing down at the legs revealed by her short denim skirt.

?When the meeting was finished and Libby stood to leave, she felt a hand on her elbow. She looked down to see that Clay had remained seated, so she sat back down.

“Libby? I just want to emphasize to you, that I think it’s very important for you and I to be able to get along. I don’t mean to interfere in your work, but I am the business manager. I have responsibilities to Max, just as you do, but one of my responsibilities is to oversee things in general, and that includes your work. It’s an organizational thing.

He offered a smile.? “And your work is tremendous. Everyone knows that. But Max has made it clear to me that he wants me to be an extension of him with everyone who works for him. It’s not a matter of trust, it’s just a matter of responsibility.”

Libby looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Let me get this straight, Clay? I’m doing my job to everyone’s satisfaction? I’ve had no complaints from anyone about the costumes or the sets. But still, you need to look over my shoulder? Why is that?”

“Libby? once again? I want you to understand. It’s just a matter of the chain of command.”

Libby began to seethe in anger. “Command? my? sweet ass.”

Clay tried to keep a straight face, but his face contorted and his chest shook as he tried in vain to contain his laughter. “Oh? Libby? I’m sorry, but I have all these possible responses to that bouncing around in my head right now.”

Libby crossed her arms and glared at him. “And I imagine they are just so? funny? and charming? to say nothing of brilliant.”

Clay struggled to stop laughing. “They’re definitely all of those. I wouldn’t know where to begin.” He looked at her with a mischievous grin on his face. “And I’m sure it is.”

Libby put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “You’re sure what is what?”

Clay began to laugh again. “I’m sure it is sweet.”

Libby stood up suddenly; stiffened her arms and closed her fists at her side, before shutting her eyes and emitting an angry “Oooohhh!” and then rapidly walking away.

* * * * *

It was at the Wichita concert that Clay was witness to Libby giving a dressing down to a delivery truck driver who was a few minutes late in arriving at the arena with the new costumes she had arranged for Max and his band members to wear. Clay did not intervene, but stood back in the hallway and watched and listened as the 5’2” redhead scolded the 6’5” driver without mercy.

Clay decided to wait until the next day to speak to Libby about the incident. After the program was over that evening, they would be leaving for another program in Lawrence, a shorter than typical travel distance, so there would be more than sufficient time to address the matter.

* * * * *

Most of the travelers were asleep when the driver announced at 2:00 AM that they had arrived at their Lawrence hotel for the night. As usual, Max had arranged for them to stay at a comfortable and somewhat elegant establishment, complete with an indoor pool. A second bus, just as comfortable, was provided for the sound crew, equipment handlers and the rest of the many employees needed to produce a major concert.

As was usual, Libby and Veronica shared a room with two large beds, while the men were paired similarly, except that Max allowed himself a room all to himself. Libby had quickly learned the routine. Upon rising, all would partake of a hearty breakfast, and whenever time allowed, they would have some time to enjoy the pool.

Libby had also quickly learned that, as the only young woman in the group, and a knockout at that, the men looked forward to seeing her stroll to the pool in her latest and newest bikini. And Libby always made certain that she chose a swimsuit that did not require a great deal of fabric in its design. She always told herself that it was one extra little perk for the guys, but she also knew that she did not at all mind the attention.

As she approached the pool, she saw that Clay was sitting on a lounge chair with a clipboard on his lap, but was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She tried to not be obvious in looking at him, but just as she passed between him and the edge of the pool, she heard his voice. “Libby? can I talk with you for a moment?” He then patted the seat on the empty lounge chair next to him.

Uncertain as to what to expect, Libby walked over and sat down next to him. She flashed a simultaneously defiant and flirtatious smile. “Am I already in trouble with the brilliant and infallible new manager?”

Clay did not smile in return. “Not really trouble.” Libby arched her eyebrows in response of the unexpected answer. “I just want to get something straight.”

Just hearing those words made Libby feel as if she were about to be challenged, and she had to bite her lip to refrain from snapping at him. Instead, she sat in silence and waited for him to continue.

“I get the impression that you want to avoid contact with me. Am I correct?”

Libby shrugged. “I’m sorry if I’m coming across as rude. But I just like to do my own thing, and Max seems to be satisfied with my work.”

“I understand, Libby? you have quite a talent for background design, and especially for creating clothes for Max and the band members. Just look at the recognition you are receiving. When it comes to a business like this, that type of knowledge and intuition can be priceless.”

Libby nodded cautiously. “Thank you.”

Clay looked at her with a thin smile. “But I also understand that you’ve quickly developed a reputation for being somewhat argumentative and difficult.”

Libby exhaled through clenched teeth. “You know how I feel? I like to think that I am determined and effective. Or is that not an appealing quality to you in a woman?”

Clay held up both hands. “Hey? I didn’t mean that. It has nothing to do with you being a woman, even if you think I’m chauvinistic. I just understand that there have been times when you have ruffled feathers unnecessarily, and Max and Veronica have had to smooth things over with people.”

“Have you considered that perhaps I was right, and maybe the other people were being unreasonable?”

“I saw you in action with that delivery truck driver in Wichita?”

She interrupted him. “He was late with the costumes.”

“Libby? I recall that he was less than ten minutes late, and that can easily be written off to being caught in a traffic jam.”

Libby narrowed her eyes. “I expect things to be on time.”

Clay sighed. “Max and Veronica think very highly of you. They also like you very much. But this is a business, and do you think that they would have mentioned this to me if they weren’t convinced that it’s a problem from time to time?”

Libby rolled her eyes and leaned her head back. “Then why didn’t they talk to me about this?”

Clay arched his eyebrows and leaned toward her. “I understand that they have. And that’s the point of my concern.”

Libby looked away for a moment. “I can’t say they haven’t spoken to me about this. But I always hoped that my determination to do well would overshadow concerns over something as nebulous as an attitude. Attitude is hardly something that can be scientifically measured. All through high school and college, I got mostly A’s. And I got along pretty well with people, although I do admit that some people thought I had kind of a fiery personality. I just like to go all out, and see what I can accomplish.”

Clay nodded his head in agreement. “I can relate to that. When I was getting my degree in business, I took all my classes very seriously. And like you? I really want to do my best. The problem is, Libby, sometimes people trying to do their best can get in each other’s way and be counterproductive. And that just can’t be tolerated in an organization.”

Libby took a deep breath, and her expression betrayed for the first time an indication of worry. “Are you telling me I’m in danger of being fired?”

Clay shook his head slowly. “Oh, no? no? no. I think it’s more of a matter that everyone wants you to be as good in your job as you can possibly be. And I know that’s how you feel, because you told me that.”

Libby again narrowed her eyes. “And now it’s your job to make me? better?”

Clay nodded slowly with a smile that infuriated Libby. “I guess you could say that? yes.”

Libby literally hissed as she responded, “I don’t think I’m going to like working with you.”

If Clay’s previous expression had enraged Libby, his laugh when he spoke again nearly sent her over the edge. “I find that to be unfortunate? but that’s all it is to me? unfortunate. So,

14 reviews for Taming and Tanning Libby

  1. SL

    4 ½ stars
    This is a sweet read. It is about a couple finding each other on a country western artist’s road trip. He is the manager, Carl and she, Libby is the costume designer for a country western star.
    She is a fiery redhead that is a perfectionist. Libby gets stressed out and over reacts with telling people off much to the chagrin of Carl and crew.

    I enjoyed the sweet story. There was a very happy ending. The story had romance and spankings with hand and paddle. Libby deserved the spankings for her behavior. She wasn’t really a brat, but she knew what she deserved to correct her behavior. The spankings weren’t particularly harsh. The sexual scenes were not graphical sexual scenes. A good sweet read.

  2. SL

    4 ?_ stars
    This is a sweet read. It is about a couple finding each other on a country western artist??s road trip. He is the manager, Carl and she, Libby is the costume designer for a country western star.
    She is a fiery redhead that is a perfectionist. Libby gets stressed out and over reacts with telling people off much to the chagrin of Carl and crew.

    I enjoyed the sweet story. There was a very happy ending. The story had romance and spankings with hand and paddle. Libby deserved the spankings for her behavior. She wasn??t really a brat, but she knew what she deserved to correct her behavior. The spankings weren??t particularly harsh. The sexual scenes were not graphical sexual scenes. A good sweet read.

  3. Laurel Lasky

    This was a sweet romantic read by Carl Hamlin who is one of my favorite authors.
    Libby is a stressed out costume designer for a country western artist and its managed by Carl. This book has romance, some mild spanking and some sexy scenes. Carl Hamlin never disappoints me.

  4. Laurel Lasky

    This was a sweet romantic read by Carl Hamlin who is one of my favorite authors.
    Libby is a stressed out costume designer for a country western artist and its managed by Carl. This book has romance, some mild spanking and some sexy scenes. Carl Hamlin never disappoints me.

  5. Redrabbitt

    This is a fun story with delightful characters and witty dialogue. Libby Hamilton, 22 years old, is talented and fortunate to have been hired without prior experience to be over costume and stage designer for country music star Max Walls. Unfortunately, she lets her temper and mouth get her into trouble. Clay Harris has been hired as Max\’s new business manager. Clay let\’s Libby know that he has heard of her behavior and he will take her in hand if she gets too big for her britches. Being Libby, she crosses the line. The relationship between Libby and Clay is entertaining with a sweet and romantic love story. The story has several spanking scenes, including an erotic spanking. The sex is moderate and not graphic.

  6. Redrabbitt

    This is a fun story with delightful characters and witty dialogue. Libby Hamilton, 22 years old, is talented and fortunate to have been hired without prior experience to be over costume and stage designer for country music star Max Walls. Unfortunately, she lets her temper and mouth get her into trouble. Clay Harris has been hired as Max’s new business manager. Clay let’s Libby know that he has heard of her behavior and he will take her in hand if she gets too big for her britches. Being Libby, she crosses the line. The relationship between Libby and Clay is entertaining with a sweet and romantic love story. The story has several spanking scenes, including an erotic spanking. The sex is moderate and not graphic.

  7. JK

    I just have to say that I loved this book! Great characters, great story and plenty of good spankings!! Our two main characters had a sweet little relationship starting out, when Clay mentions that Libby could earn a spanking if certain behaviors didn\’t stop. This infuriates our headstrong little lady while at the same time piques her interest!! The story is well told and very sweet!

  8. JK

    I just have to say that I loved this book! Great characters, great story and plenty of good spankings!! Our two main characters had a sweet little relationship starting out, when Clay mentions that Libby could earn a spanking if certain behaviors didn’t stop. This infuriates our headstrong little lady while at the same time piques her interest!! The story is well told and very sweet!

  9. sarah

    This story was fun and entertaining, exactly what I am looking for in a book! I really enjoyed Libby. She was smart and competent at her job but has a temper at times. I loved the authors description of the first spanking, while not harsh, I enjoyed the conflict and the respect between the Libby and Carl. Great story!

  10. sarah

    This story was fun and entertaining, exactly what I am looking for in a book! I really enjoyed Libby. She was smart and competent at her job but has a temper at times. I loved the authors description of the first spanking, while not harsh, I enjoyed the conflict and the respect between the Libby and Carl. Great story!

  11. Marybeth

    Libby is a young woman who has been given an incredible opportunity designing stage costumes and coordinating the stage design for a country star. Clay is a young man who has been hired by Max, the country star to coordinate his tour after the Max fired the last man. Clay and Libby are intrigued with one another and eventually, there cones the time that Clay must spank Libby for her poor choices. After that, they develop a relationship. This is a sweet story about young love and a spanking or two thrown in. I give this story 4 stars.

  12. Marybeth

    Libby is a young woman who has been given an incredible opportunity designing stage costumes and coordinating the stage design for a country star. Clay is a young man who has been hired by Max, the country star to coordinate his tour after the Max fired the last man. Clay and Libby are intrigued with one another and eventually, there cones the time that Clay must spank Libby for her poor choices. After that, they develop a relationship. This is a sweet story about young love and a spanking or two thrown in. I give this story 4 stars.

  13. Juliette

    Libby and Clay work for a country music star. Libby is a creative genius and Carl the manager. As we all know, creative geniuses have their idiosyncrasies and Libby’s include being a control freak to the point of rudeness. Carl feels that this reflects badly on his boss and is not acceptable behaviour from a woman. He threatens Libby with a spanking and the rest is history. This was an enjoyable story with appealing characters and content. I really appreciated the dialogue and the author’s knowledge of stage production.

  14. Juliette

    Libby and Clay work for a country music star. Libby is a creative genius and Carl the manager. As we all know, creative geniuses have their idiosyncrasies and Libby??s include being a control freak to the point of rudeness. Carl feels that this reflects badly on his boss and is not acceptable behaviour from a woman. He threatens Libby with a spanking and the rest is history. This was an enjoyable story with appealing characters and content. I really appreciated the dialogue and the author??s knowledge of stage production.

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