See the cover for Sweet Obsession by Katee Robert (and an excerpt!)

I'm a simple girl. You put a Katee Robert book in front of me and chances are I've read it or have plans to read it.

That's why when Sourcebooks Casablanca reached out to me about doing a cover reveal for Sweet Obsession, I had to say yes. Since I've now met Katee Robert, I feel like we're secretly besties or at least, one day, besties. (Fingers crossed on that one!)

With that being said, I adore Katee's Dark Olympus series and upon hearing her talk about Dark Restraint, I was even more excited for Sweet Obsession. That's why being able to share this cover and see all of its perfect details is such a fun experience. However, that's not the only thing I have up my sleeve for today.

In addition to sharing the cover, Sourcebooks Casablanca also shared an excerpt with me and I almost screamed out of happiness. Either way, let's gaze upon the beauty that is Sweet Obsession by Katee Robert.

See the cover for Sweet Obsession by Katee Robert.

If you've read any of the other Dark Olympus books, it feels like each of the books has a similar style but is also somewhat different. For Sweet Obsession, the trend was kept but I truly cannot tell what it's supposed to be. Either way, I think this is such a striking image and such a great cover. Maybe I'm just biased as I love Katee Robert but I always love adding these to my shelf.

Speaking of shelves, I'm sure a lot of us are here to see the excerpt from Sweet Obsession. If you're someone who doesn't want to be spoiled about the pairing, then I'd suggest heading out now as we're going to be talking about that.

For those who don't know, Sweet Obsession is Book 8 in the Dark Olympus series and this time, we're following Poseidon and Icarus. I don't know about you, but I feel like we've been waiting for another match like these two for a while. With that being said, I won't waste any more time and we can get into the excerpt.

I feel like I’m in a fever dream as I unlock the door to the little apartment I keep over my office. This is a mistake, and normally I do everything I can to avoid making blatant mistakes—the ones I accidentally commit are enough—but that doesn’t stop me from holding open the door and allowing Icarus to precede me into the space. 

“It was originally an office, but I converted it.” I don’t mean to speak, but nerves have a way of getting the best of me where this man is concerned. This apartment is just as sparse as my office, a king-size bed on a simple frame, a nightstand, a small table and single chair with a coffee maker on it, and a door to the bathroom. It’s…pathetic. Sad. “This was a mistake. We can—” 

Icarus turns to me and grips my chin. The contact startles me to silence. He’s shorter than me, slight, but in that moment, I quiver in his grasp. His deep brown eyes flick over my face. “Did you change your mind? Or are you just embarrassed because you think I give a fuck about your decorating skills?” 

Warmth flares in my cheeks, and I know even without access to a mirror that I’m blushing fiercely. “I’m embarrassed.” 

“Don’t be.” His tone isn’t exactly hard, but it leaves no room for disobedience. “We need to have a conversation before we move forward. I would like you to sit down so we can talk.” 

Normally, when one of my past partners wants me to sit down and talk, it’s a prelude to the end of our fling. Somehow, I don’t think that’s the case this time. Curiosity crawls through me, and I nod slowly. “Okay.” 

“Good boy.” He releases me and turns away, as if he didn’t rock my world to the core with two little words. My head feels barely connected to my shoulders as I pull the door shut and flip the lock. By the time I take the seat he commanded, he’s perched on the edge of the bed. He’s already moving easier than he was earlier today, his wounds obviously well on their way to healed. 

Icarus studies me. He’s a man with many faces. Charming and weak and strong by different measures. Dominant and fickle and even more I haven’t been exposed to. Which one is the real him? I have no business wondering, but I wonder all the same. 

His gaze falls to my thigh, and I realize I’ve started tapping my fingers there. My flush deepens but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he props his hands on the mattress behind him. “How familiar are you with kink? The terminology, the power exchange, etcetera.” 

“Familiar enough.” Difficult not to be when people use Olympian parties to share stories that make me blush. For all the importance the upper society puts on chastity and purity, it’s a paper-thin covering for giddy indulgence. 

“Good.” Icarus nods. “Before we go any further, I need to know your limits.” 

“Isn’t that what the safe word is for?” 

“More or less.” He shrugs. “But the goal isn’t to force you to end the scene. The safe word is a nifty brake for when things dance too close to the line, or you have an unexpected reaction to something you thought you might want, or a thousand other scenarios. I may be a villain to Olympus, but I have no desire to be a villain to you.” 

We’re just talking, but my heart picks up at the possibilities laid before me. “No lying.” 

He blinks. “What?” 

“Don’t lie to me. I…” The confusion on this face finally registers as I trail off. My throat threatens to close. “That’s not what you meant by limits, is it?” 

He recovers quickly; I’ll give him that. Icarus shrugs. “It might not be on a traditional hard-limits list, but I don’t see why it can’t be on ours. I can’t be perfect honesty at all times, but I can promise to be honest in the bedroom.” He leans forward a little, expression sharpening. “I would very much like to know what I can do to you, Poseidon. What you want me to do to you. You liked the spanking. Are you interested in different kinds of pain?” 

“Yes.” The word bursts out like the worst sort of confession. “All kinds.” 

“Poseidon.” There’s a strange mix of censure and pride in the way he says my name. “We’re being honest. Let’s walk through the list. Flogging?” 

“Yes.” 

His lips curve. “Paddles, canes, that kind of deep impact?” 

There’s not enough air in the room. “Yes,” I whisper. I want it. I want everything. 

“Mmm.” He surveys me critically. “Knives, branding?” 

I’m so caught up in the possibilities he presents, I almost say yes before I catch myself. If I demand honesty of him, I can do no less than give it myself. As if I’m even capable of lying. “No. Maybe. I’m not sure.” 

“Wax? A delicious little burn without the consequences?” 

I shiver. “Yes.” 

“Good.” Icarus still doesn’t move. I desperately want him to stop talking and start doing. I’ve negotiated ahead of sex before, but it’s usually more about what happens outside the bedroom instead what happens inside it. Finally, he says, “How do you feel about bondage, big guy?” 

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

I probably could have shared more but hey, sometimes a little tease is nice. With that being said, we still have plenty of time for you to get caught up on the Dark Olympus series before Sweet Obsession is here. As always, I'd like to thank both Katee Robert and Sourcebooks Casablanca for thinking of me and allowing me to share this cover and an excerpt with all of you.

Sweet Obsession by Katee Robert is set for release on April 1, 2025.

What do you think of the cover of Sweet Obsession? Do you have a favorite book in the Dark Olympus series?