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April 19, 2015
TAKEN BY THE TYCOON – Now Available on #Audiobook!
New Audiobook Release!
Taken by the Tycoon is now on audiobook as well as in eBook!
You can read the first chapter here.
Taken by the Tycoon
He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women.
I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I’d experienced before.
Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart, when I know his affection will never last?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Tycoon is an erotic romance novella that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
What are People Saying about Taken by the Tycoon?
A Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK!
“This was a lot of fun. I loved that the heroine was in her forties. There were some scorching bdsm flavored sex scenes incorporated into a good storyline. Delightful read.” ~Author Morganna Williams
“In every one of Normandie’s novels she asks us to look at a part of human nature. In this case we are asked to explore why can’t older woman date a younger man without social commentary. The second question is what is behind the concept of a sub/ dominant relationship…The pace of this novel is great and provides an insight into the human heart. Normandie Alleman is one of the best at her craft. ~Janet Anne, Amazon
“Taken by the Tycoon took my breath away! It was refreshing to see an older woman with a younger man for a change. I was so happy for Violet’s transformation and reawakening… The Dom/sub play between her and the handsome oil Baron, was off the charts. I highly recommend this ultra romantic, sexy read.” ~JLC13, Amazon
“The story was fun, light, and oh so sexy! A must read!” ~Amy Bowens
“I’ve read a few of Normandie’s books, her buccaneer series, and really enjoyed them, but have to admit that I began reading Taken by the Tycoon, with a biased opinion..I expected it to be raw, gritty and kind of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am story. NOT! Normandie was able to weave Violet’s thoughts and emotions into a very believable for me story, I truly could see myself thinking and feeling these same thoughts if I was in Violet and Stuart’s positions.. I expected this to be a quick, hot, bdsm read.. And it was, but the underlying arc of pushing through preconceived stereotypes and allowing yourself to be happy, made this story resonate.” ~Amazon Customer
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April 17, 2015
Public Art Inspires Ashe Barker’s New Release SPIRIT
Happy Friday Everyone! Help me in welcoming Ashe Barker to the blog today to talk about her latest release, Spirit.
Hi there Normandie, and thank you for welcoming me over today. I’m here chatting about Spirit, my latest release with Stormy Night.
Much of the story takes place against the backdrop of Le Grand Départ, the start of the Tour de France cycle race which in the summer of 2014 took place in Yorkshire. Maybe took place is the wrong description, took over is closer to the mark. It was a massive international occasion, and I suspect the sheer scale of the event, and the audience it attracted, took most of us by surprise. Roads were closed, Yorkshire was a no-go area, unless you were on two wheels. Or two feet.
Somewhere between 2.5million and 3.5 million people turned out to watch. It’s impossible to know the number for sure as no one had to buy a ticket. They just turned up, often hiking across miles of moorland, and lined the route, local communities and international visitors alike. Ice cream sellers reported a whole year’s trade in two days! The audience on television was 3.5 billion, a truly spectacular showcase for this little bit of England.
The whole thing was fabulous, a wonderful atmosphere and it was a weekend we won’t forget. One of the features I most enjoyed though was the way we saw bits of artwork popping up all over the moorland landscape as the race got nearer. Farmers decorated their fields, and their sheep, in the race colours. Everywhere along the route was decorated with bunting, spotted jerseys, and the iconic yellow bicycles. We saw specially designed crop circles, painted cows, and of course some fabulous sculptures. All of these bits of public art were free to be enjoyed by the billions watching. Most of these pieces were transient and have now gone, though a few remain. One of these more permanent sculptures is featured in Spirit, and gave me the title of the book.
Spirit
When Matthew Logan offers a homeless young woman a bed for a few nights, he expects the girl to eat, sleep, recover from the flu, and then move on. Instead, in no time at all eighteen-year-old Beth Harte has captured his affections completely. Though Matt wants only to protect her and has no intention of sleeping with her, Beth has other ideas, and she proves to be very persuasive.
But after Beth is attacked by a friend of Matt’s and subsequently learns for the first time that Matt is an experienced dominant, she is unable to separate the man she is growing to care about from her hateful memories of previous exploitation. Confused and frightened, she runs away.
Almost six years pass before Matt sees Beth again, and in that time his vulnerable little waif has reinvented herself as an artist. Now she has a stunning proposition for him and his environmental engineering company: to collaborate on a project fusing art and science to promote one of the most prestigious sporting events in the world. But when Matt demands to know what went wrong before, she tells him the truth, both about her childhood and about his friend’s actions.
Matt is determined to make Beth’s abusers pay for their crimes, but he’s also not about to let her run away from him again. Can Beth bring herself to trust Matt despite her fears and give him the chance to love her and show her the pleasures of being his submissive, or will the wounds of her past keep her from trusting anyone ever again?
Publisher’s Note: Spirit is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt
“Yellow. I’m yellow.”
“Am I hurting you?” He withdraws his finger and slides it back, just an inch or so I think though it’s hard to be sure. The intrusion feels really strange, intimate, humiliating, yet beautifully wicked. My clit’s throbbing, aching to be touched, and if he does make contact there I know I’ll detonate in a moment.
“No, not hurting. Oh God, I need you to rub my clit. Make me come. Please, Matt. Sir.”
“Soon, Beth. First I want you to look after my little toy for me, remember?”
“Yes, anything. Just, I need…” He presses his finger deeper into my arse, at the same time using his other hand to insert two or maybe three fingers into my pussy. I clamp my inner muscles around them, gyrating my hips in a desperate attempt to get him to stroke my clit. It doesn’t work, obviously, and within moments he withdraws them again.
“Keep still a moment, if you can.” He murmurs the words as he presses something hard and unrelenting past my opening. The vibrator slides in easily, my own juices throwing down the welcome mat. There’s a delightful sensation as Matt’s fingers rim my inner lips, embedding the toy deep inside me, then I let out a keening cry as the vibrations start. It’s both glorious and alien, a pulsing deep inside me that I can’t control, that I can only feel, experience. The bullet is in direct contact with my inner walls, sending deep tremors through my nervous system. All the signals seem to head direct to my poor, swollen clit, and I’m ready to scream if he doesn’t do something, anything, to put me out of my misery.
Suddenly his hands are not on me any more. He steps away to hitch a hip on the balcony rail at my side. I turn my face to him, ready to plead, to threaten, to promise anything.
“Hush, love. Don’t talk unless it’s to say red or yellow. Just feel. Concentrate on holding that bullet inside you. Don’t let it slip, you need to squeeze it. Hard.”
I do as he says, and the sensation becomes so intense I want to let go, to relax. But I know if I do, if I drop the toy, I’ll get no orgasm. I want it now, need it, but restrained as I am I have to wait for him to give it to me, that sweet friction against my throbbing, needy clit.
“Sir, you promised, if I held on to it that you’d be stroking my clit. Please Sir, I need it, you…”
“Okay, as you’ve asked so nicely. And you are doing as you’re told so beautifully.”
He leans forward and reaches under me to scrape his fingernail across the tip of my clit, the merest, most delicate of caresses but it sends shock waves through my entire body. I stiffen, every nerve ending on red alert, reaching out for the next touch, greedy for it, desperate for it.
“Again?” He is circling my clit now, his fingers gentle but maddening as they avoid my most sensitive spot.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop again.”
“I haven’t stopped, just off target. Do you mean me to touch you here…?” He adjusts his angle just enough to bring the pad of his finger into contact with the base of my clit. He strokes around it, long and slow and tantalisingly close. I’m almost there, just another moment, a little more.
“Or would you prefer this, perhaps?” He shifts suddenly to kneel behind me. I instinctively lift my bum more and spread my legs wider. He uses his thumbs to fully expose my clit. Then, he takes it between his lips and he sucks it.
“Christ, I – aaagh! My orgasm is instantaneous and so powerful it would have brought me to my knees but for the ropes securing me to the rail, and Matt’s shoulders between my thighs holding me up. My body shakes as the waves of sensation punch my nervous system into a quivering wreckage, the aftershocks alone still strong enough to make me groan with pure pleasure.
At last it stops, my scrambled senses start to gather again and I become aware of my surroundings. I open my eyes and attempt to focus on Matt’s hallway several feet below. His tongue is still flicking my clit, but more slowly now, leisurely, drawing me back into this moment of shared intimacy. He draws back and stands, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.
“Well done, love. You didn’t drop it.”
“What? Drop what?”
“Our little toy. You can let me have it now though.”
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About the Author
I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres. I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.
On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor too.
My other titles are many and varied, and include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. My stand alone novels are The Three Rs, Chameleon, Red Skye at Night, and Faith but this list grows all the time. The Widow Is Mine is a full length medieval erotic romance which I wrote for The Conquered Brides collection. I’ve also written several short stories, including Re-Awakening, a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, and a MM story, Bodywork, which was included in the Amazon best-selling collection Brit Boys on Boys. You can find all my stories on my author page on Amazon.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too. And more recently on Tsu
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April 9, 2015
Never Play Games with Daddy – Renee Rose Stops By
Join me in welcoming Renee Rose to Friends on Friday to talk about her sexy new book, Her Hollywood Daddy.
Never Play Games with Daddy
by Renee Rose
Hi Normandie! Thank you so much for having me today! I think a good dominant calls his sub on his/her stuff. In the case of Marissa, my young Hollywood starlet, she is struggling with a tangled relationship between herself and her mom, who also acts as her manager. Joel supports Marissa in the moment, but once they are in the car, he calls her on her passive-aggressive behavior:
Excerpt
He sat down beside her and dropped a hand on her knee. “Are you okay?”
She exhaled. “Yeah. Let’s just get going, though, okay?” She didn’t want her mom toddling over to her window and wanting to “talk.”
He put the car in reverse and backed out.
“Just so we’re clear, if you ever give me that passive-aggressive line about your phone being dead when you really just didn’t want to call me, I will bend you over my lap and spank your bare bottom until you can’t sit down.”
She gaped in surprise.
“And when I’ve finished paddling you raw, I will put a plug in your naughty ass and you’ll stand in the corner with your panties down and your red cheeks on display until I’m sure you’ve learned never to play games with Daddy.”
Heat flushed down her neck, across her breasts and to her core. Her bottom prickled at the threat. “It was true,” she said in a small, babygirl voice.
He lifted an eyebrow and she shrank in her seat. “I will spank you for lying, too.”
She chewed on her lip, trying to figure out if he meant it as a warning or if she’d just earned a spanking. “You would spank me, or you will?”
One corner of his mouth tugged up. “Consider it a warning, little girl.”
She couldn’t decide if she was relieved or disappointed.
Her Hollywood Daddy
Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.
Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.
Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.
You can pick up your copy of Her Hollywood Daddy here:
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About the Author
Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink.
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March 17, 2015
Poor Little Daddy’s Girl Now Available on Audiobook
New Audiobook Release!
The third book in the Daddy’s Girl Series is now on audiobook as well as in print and eBook! You can read the first chapter here.
Poor Little Daddy’s Girl
Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamor hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.
When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.
Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?
Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.
What are People Saying about Poor Little Daddy’s Girl?
A Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK!
“I’ve always said that Daddy’s Game by Normandie was my go to for a naughty read and that it was my favourite but Natron and Carmen…you gotta go!! Because there is a new couple in town and they are taking over everything! In this book we have the very ‘oh good lord’ handsome Hunter, he is a firefighter we met in Daddy’s game and he is also the big gorgeous hero who saved Charmaine after she was a very careless naughty girl!! I will continue about Hunter but first can I just say that I think Hunter is the best Daddy so far!!…This book had me at start to finish and it’s my favourite one now because these two made me laugh and made me blush but also made me weep. All in all, this is a great read for anyone who has all different kinks up their alley, Normandie done it again and wrote a brilliant book and one that will be my go to. I can’t wait to read more by her.” ~JoAnne on Amazon UK
“It’s extremely hard to find an author who can write a Daddy/little girl book with great character development and storyline without heavily focusing on the smutty aspects of the relationship. Don’t get me wrong, there is some seriously hot smut in this book, but the story is there to provide a great balance. Not to mention amazing character development and growth…If you are a fan of romance with a twist of kink and a bit of the forbidden side of a BDSM relationships this is the book for you.” ~The Head Whore at Mommy’s a Book Whore
“I snapped this book up and devoured it…This book is well written and a page turner. And the sex is hot, Hot, HOT! I don’t normally read Daddy/babygirl stories, but this is twice now that I’ve read them by Normandie Alleman. There isn’t a lot of age play, but you get the point that they are Daddy and babygirl without it. Ms. Alleman writes about the lifestyle, of which I’m a part, with respect and well researched stories.” ~nd, Goodreads Librarian
“A great story filled with love, loss, hurt, betrayal, understanding and sex that will leave you panting.” ~Samaris on Amazon
“Charmaine is a character that grows on you, one you will eventually end up loving… another great story.” ~Amy B. on Goodreads
“I loved the first two Daddy’s Girl series but this one is my new favorite…” Laurel on Amazon
Download the Audiobook here:
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You can also pick up your e-book copy of Poor Little Daddy’s Girl here:
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Learn more about the other books in the Daddy’s Girl Series and the rest of my books here. Watch the Book Trailer for the Daddy’s Girl Series here or you can sign up for my Racy Raconteur newsletter here and get a FREE story – Daddy’s Naughty Girl.
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March 15, 2015
Cover Reveal – Thrill-Kinky by Teresa Noelle Roberts
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.
The Malcolm, an independent interplanetary freighter, prefers to steer clear of both politics and crime, at least the kind of crime that doesn’t involve rescuing the occasional slave or exploited child on planets where such abominations are legal. Captain Mik and his loyal, if eccentric crew—Mik’s overprotective alien husband Gan, adventurous human mechanic Rita, bouncy cat-girl (and trained assassin) Xia, and PTSD-haunted ex-soldier Buck—usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. (One planet’s cash crop, after all, might be another’s favorite illicit recreational substance, and as long as no one’s getting hurt, why not get a cut of the profits?) But when a seemingly legitimate job goes supernova, the crew finds themselves up to their armpits in interplanetary espionage, art theft, and spies, and on the run from an infamous assassin. What a time to fall in love! (Thrill-Kinky, coming 5/12/2015).
Luckily, Drax Jalricki—reformed (mostly) art thief, former (mostly) Banjali covert operative, and all-around winged hunk—has a plan to protect them.
But it involves hiding out on Cibari, the most dangerous planet in the galaxy.
Who knew Cibari was run by a felinoid warlord who might be the perfect match for Xia—if the straight-arrow detective sent from her homeworld to “rescue” her doesn’t win her heart, ears and adorable, perky tail first? And that’s not even talking about how the warlord and the detective are crazy about each other. Of course, it would help if any of them could tell the whole truth about who they are. (Book Two, Bad Kitty, coming 9/2015)
Who would guess that a hot cyborg who’s already survived more than a human lifetime could offer Buck both healing and love? But the cyborg shares a common, deadly enemy with the Malcolm’s crew, and surviving that confrontation will trigger all their inner demons. (Book Three, tentatively called Buck, Naked)
Dark secrets Mik hides even from Gan will come to a head and threaten them more than the enemies they’d hoped to escape. A mysterious stranger holds the key to Mik’s salvation… and unexpectedly, a key to both men’s hearts as well, if they’re willing to open that door. (Book Four, title TBD)
Thrill-Kinky (Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1)
Teresa Noelle Roberts
Publication Date: May 12, 2015
Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken, except the first one to let go wins.
Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1
Humans may have expanded to the stars, but they still have the annoying need to work for a living. Which is why Rita, crew member of the space freighter Malcolm, is stuck collecting recyclable slag rather than attending her favorite festival celebrating love and sexuality.
Things go from boring to interesting when she discovers a badly injured man who’s been thrown into a recycling bin to die. The catch, he’s gorgeous, winged, and naked.
Drax Jalricki, reformed (mostly) art thief and reluctant covert operative, is on an undercover mission to protect three planets when someone in his own government brands him a traitor. By virtue of association, Rita and her crew are going down with him.
From their first, hide-in-plain-sight quickie, the erotic spark between Rita and Drax is fueled by danger and adrenaline. But their growing suspicion that there’s more to their connection than lust may not matter if they don’t live through the night.
Warning: Hero and heroine who straddle the line of criminal behavior—and definitely violate public indecency statutes. Exhibitionist, dangerous sex. Dark, sordid pasts. Wild risk-taking. Giggly cat-girl sidekick who’s not just another pretty…tail. And the greatest risk of all: true love.
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Excerpt (Adult)
Definitely something in the danger-as-aphrodisiac theory, because in a fetid alley, with the law and outlaws both after them and her no doubt out of both a job and a home when the guys found out she’d dumped the slag and abandoned the floater, Rita was getting more turned on than she ever remembered being. She’d been excitable to start with, from the kiss, and from simply being around Drax’s dangerous good looks, but now she could feel herself getting slick, hot, ready for the cock that she could now feel all too well against her bare skin.
And his wings—marling stars, she’d never felt anything like the soft, sensual caress of all those feathers against her back, her ass. So good. His hands gripped and kneaded, and his wings stroked and soothed, and all the while he was kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, sending sparks down the connections from her lips to the mouth of her sex. Her common sense told her they needed to move, couldn’t take the time to play there when the overpriced thugs in the Fiero might show up at any second.
Her common sense lost the argument with her libido.
Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries are her favorites. Or they were, until she realized science-fiction romances offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different species! She’s also a prolific author of short erotica, and a published poet and fantasy writer. Find her at www.teresanoelleroberts.com, on Facebook or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts.
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March 6, 2015
Cover Reveal – Playing by His Rules
Front Cover
Back Cover
Playing by His Rules – Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ series will be released on 7th April 2015.
Excerpt
He pointed to the floor between himself and the spanking stool. “On your knees.”
She folded herself gracefully into position and he clenched his teeth as he struggled to contain his impulse to haul her onto his lap and impale her on his erection. His cock surged, the blood pounding through him in strong steady beats, as he surveyed her down bent head. He needed to maintain control; he had to think of something other than enveloping himself inside her. His mind scrabbled to come up with anything other than her, and then he remembered her curiosity at the cabinet.
“You were looking in the cabinet.” He reached out and wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. “Which of my toys did you like best?” His voice was no louder than a harsh whisper and he mentally berated himself for letting her get to him.
“I didn’t really choose a favorite.” Her words were stilted and low.
“But something in the cabinet interested you.” He watched as her shoulders tensed. “What was it?”
“I wouldn’t say it interested me.” She lifted her head and looked warily at him. “I just wasn’t sure what it was.”
“Describe it to me.”
She briefly described the shape and color of the object that had drawn her attention, and he smiled inwardly.
“Do you know which toy I mean?”
“I do.” He smiled broadly, as he relished the prospect of introducing her to the toy. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“But what is it for?”
“I think perhaps it is better that I show you.” She tensed and looked slightly apprehensive, but did not object.
“Now, however, it is time for your punishment.” He indicated the sloping stool in front of her. “Climb aboard.”
When she didn’t move, he repeated his command. “Now, Chloe! I do not want to have to repeat myself again tonight. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She gingerly moved toward the stool. He snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the stool shaped in an inverted ‘v’ position. Her top half lay on the cushion-padded slope and she had to stretch out her arms to reach the handholds at the bottom of the slope to help her maintain her balance. Her legs relaxed against the opposite slope as her behind rested on the well-padded apex. He bent and swiftly cuffed her ankles to the sides of the stool and awaited her objections. When none were forthcoming, he walked around and manacled her wrists to the front of the frame.
He ran his fingers around and under the restraints. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded excited and he struggled to contain his moan of arousal.
He adjusted a lever and the stool position altered slightly. It didn’t move far, but it was enough to stretch her legs and have her standing on the tips of her toes. The position would allow her little advantage against him. She would have no choice but to submit to his mastery of her body.
She gave a small whimper and he stroked her back gently. “It’s alright. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” He continued to caress down her back and across her buttocks in a very non-sexual way as he waited for her to calm down. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir.” His heart lurched at her continued use of the phrase and he wondered if she was truly coming to accept him as her master.
“Good girl.”
He had to remind himself that she was new to all of this and to slow things down. He crouched at the front of the stool and lifted her head in order that he could look into her eyes. “The lesson I was aiming to teach this morning was about control. As your Dom it is my right to grant or deny your pleasure.” Her eyes widened as if he had shocked her, but she didn’t say a word. “When I tell you to close your eyes, I don’t expect to see you gazing at me. When I demand silence, I don’t want to hear a word. When I ask you not to move, I expect you to keep still. In here, you call me Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes. But–”
“No buts, Chloe. Those are the rules of this game.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with her before, but he wanted to make sure that she understood his intent. “What I demand, you give. Unless of course,” he quantified his statement, “you decide to safe word.”
He held his breath as he awaited her response. When she said nothing he released his hold and stood up moving out of her line of vision.
He continued to talk to her as he wandered over to his cabinet to withdraw several of his favorite toys. “We’re going to have a little session where you will practice self-control.” He ran the anal beads that had so fascinated her, through his fingers. “I am going to teach you some new pleasures, sweetheart. You can move as much as the stool allows. You can scream as loud as you want, this room is soundproof.” He had returned to her side in time to hear her gasp aloud and he bent and whispered in her ear, “The one thing you are not allowed to do is cum.”
She turned her head and looked him straight in the eye. “That’s cruel!”
“Wrong, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “It’s control. Its pleasure beyond what you can currently imagine. It’s an exquisite form of torture.”
Book 1 – Playing for Keeps is on Sale at only 99c until 8th March 2015.
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About the Author
Glenda Horsfall was born and brought up in the beautiful city of Edinburgh.
From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own.
Glenda is now living the dream… and enjoying every minute of it. She writes romantic tales with light BDSM overtones. They may be tales of Domination and submission, but you are guaranteed a romance with a Happy Ever After ending!
Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and four beautiful grand-daughters – the fourth born in last month.
Having worked for many years as an Accountant, she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy.
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March 2, 2015
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Dominated via Sext #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Today I’m sharing a snippet from my latest release – Taken By The Tycoon, a light-hearted novella about a divorcee and the handsome (and younger) billionaire who introduces her to the world of dominance and submission. This snippet continues where last week’s left off. Violet has been researching BDSM and sent Stuart a text with some questions. Their conversation has taken a turn for the sexy as Stuart tells her…
Then I’d strip you naked and tease you and please you until you begged me for more.
Whew! Her nipples hardened, and she rubbed herself harder. He was working her up into quite a frenzy. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the text.
That sounds nice.
As soon as she pressed ‘send’ she wished she could take it back. Nice? How lame! She bit her lip waiting for his response.
It didn’t take long.
You look beautiful. I’m picturing you wearing sexy, black stockings and my cock is so hard it rips through them when I take you.
Holy crap! He’d taken this from a Q&A to flat-out sexting. She’d heard of this sexting stuff, but she’d never done it before. Reading his words again, she couldn’t help but reach down and pull her pants and underwear down to her knees.
Damn, you have a big cock.
She pressed send before she had a chance to think about it. Clapping a hand over her mouth, she giggled at her text. Not very original, but every man liked to hear that, didn’t they?
Lol. Thanks. And since you admire it so much, I’m going to use it to fuck you—deep and hard.
Her heart fluttered in her chest and she rolled her clit between her fingers. Her pussy was slick and she used her juices to lube her fingers while she played with herself. She pinched a nipple and was tugging at it when another text came in.
I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.
Do it.
Sending those two words were all she could manage. A dare, said as much to herself as to him. Her brain had stopped working and she rubbed her pussy intently. She twisted her nipple at the same time, picturing Stuart, gorgeous Stuart, tying her up and fucking her poor, helpless body senseless. She was about to come when she looked down and saw another text.
Then I’m going to keep fucking you. You will be mine, and I’m going to ravage you until all you can think of is me.
His words sent her over the edge in a powerful climax. Her limbs shook as she soared over the ledge into a sea of bliss that left her dizzy, and she lay there spent, wrung out in the most pleasurable sense.
Was that good for you? Violet, are you still there?
She could hear his sexy voice saying the words in her ear even though she was only reading them. How did he know she would be touching herself to his words?
Yes, it was amazing. How about you?
She felt rather brazen admitting to masturbating.
Intense. Meet me for coffee tomorrow.
Okay.
She hadn’t even needed to think about it and had texted back almost involuntarily.
Hyatt. 11 am. Think of what you will use for your safeword and tell me then. Ciao.
Alright. Bye.
And as quickly as his presence entered her bedroom—and made her come—he was gone. The experience had been both fulfilling and slightly strange at the same time. Dating in the twenty-first century was going to take some getting used to…
She re-read their text messages, and Stuart’s words gave her a thrill in her belly all over again. While she probably didn’t have much of a future as a phone sex operator, she had scored a date with the hottest man in town. And it wasn’t lost on her that he wanted her to meet him at a hotel.
Taken by the Tycoon
He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women.
I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I’d experienced before.
Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart, when I know his affection will never last?
Early 5 Star Reviews for Taken by the Tycoon (Amazon)
“Every one of Normandie’s novels asks us to look at a part of human nature. In this case, we are asked to explore why can’t older woman date a younger man without social commentary. The second question is what is behind the concept of a sub dominant relationship. Here is where Normandie is a skilled expert…” ~Janet Anne
“I’ve read a few of Normandies books, her buccaneer series, and really enjoyed them, but have to admit that I began reading Taken by the Tycoon, with a biased opinion..I expected it to be raw, gritty and kind of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am story. NOT! Normandie was able to weave Violets thoughts and emotions into a very believable for me story, I truly could see myself thinking and feeling these same thoughts if I was in Violet and Stewarts positions. I expected this to be a quick, hot, bdsm read. And it was. But the underlying arc of pushing through preconceived stereotypes and allowing yourself to be happy, made this story resonate.” ~Amazon Customer
“Taken by the Tycoon is a real sizzler… The sex scenes really deliver and even though I’m not a big BDSM fan, the sub/dom relationship stays mostly in the bedroom so it doesn’t feel at all like Violet has no rights in the relationship.” ~Susan Cook
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February 28, 2015
Read Chapter One FREE – Taken by the Tycoon
Taken by the Tycoon
He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women.
I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I’d experienced before.
Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart, when I know his affection will never last?
Early 5 Star Reviews (Amazon)
“Every one of Normandie’s novels asks us to look at a part of human nature. In this case, we are asked to explore why can’t older woman date a younger man without social commentary. The second question is what is behind the concept of a sub dominant relationship. Here is where Normandie is a skilled expert…” ~Janet Anne
“I’ve read a few of Normandies books, her buccaneer series, and really enjoyed them, but have to admit that I began reading Taken by the Tycoon, with a biased opinion..I expected it to be raw, gritty and kind of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am story. NOT! Normandie was able to weave Violets thoughts and emotions into a very believable for me story, I truly could see myself thinking and feeling these same thoughts if I was in Violet and Stewarts positions. I expected this to be a quick, hot, bdsm read. And it was. But the underlying arc of pushing through preconceived stereotypes and allowing yourself to be happy, made this story resonate.” ~Amazon Customer
“Taken by the Tycoon is a real sizzler… The sex scenes really deliver and even though I’m not a big BDSM fan, the sub/dom relationship stays mostly in the bedroom so it doesn’t feel at all like Violet has no rights in the relationship.” ~Susan Cook
Chapter One FREE – TAKEN BY THE TYCOON
The attractive blond sitting across the table from Violet was no longer a child. Youthful to be sure, but the person chattering at her appeared more woman than girl.
How did this happen? When did my baby grow up? Violet sighed, resenting her ex-husband for the umpteenth time for insisting Margaret attend boarding school. Her daughter had done much of her growing up without Violet around to see it. Why hadn’t she divorced him earlier and raised her daughter at home? Violet tapped her fingers on the white tablecloth.
“Mom. Hello? Mother.”
“Yes, I’m sorry darling.” Violet smiled at her only child. “What were you saying?”
“My friends and I want to go to Europe this summer. Paris, Milan, Rome, London, you know—backpack through Europe.” Margaret bobbed her head expectantly.
“Backpacking? Really?” Violet narrowed her eyes. “You haven’t carried a backpack since you were seven.” She eyed Margaret’s Louis Vuitton satchel in the chair next to her.
“Figure of speech, Mom.” Margaret shrugged.
“That’s something I’ll have to think about. Your father will want to have a say. Where will you stay, for heaven’s sake?” Violet took a bite of her Caesar salad.
She’d brought Margaret to the country club for lunch to celebrate her upcoming graduation. It was difficult to believe she had a daughter who was old enough to be graduating from high school. Each time she remembered how old Margaret was, Violet forced herself to breathe in deeply. It helped calm her, or at least that’s what all those New Age gurus on television said.
“I don’t know. Maybe a hostel, maybe a hotel—I’ll be with friends.” Margaret’s nonchalance was typical of the teenage species, but it irked Violet all the same.
“A hostel? Good Lord, isn’t that the title of a horror film? Darling, surely your father can pay for you to stay in a hotel at least.” Violet’s heart raced, picturing her baby alone, in Europe, with no one to call for help, thousands of miles away from her family. The breathing technique was not helping at this point.
“What about Sophie? Did she ever hear from Vassar?” Violet asked, changing the subject to Margaret’s roommate. The topic of the poor girl’s quest to get into the college her family had attended for several generations eased Violet’s nerves.
“Not yet. Being wait-listed sucks,” Margaret said, picking up her phone to answer a text.
Wait-listed. That sounded like Violet’s love life. After years of languishing in a loveless marriage, Violet was ready to find the right guy. But waiting, as Margaret would say, sucked. Violet gazed out the wall of windows that made up most of the casual dining room, referred to as “The Clubhouse.” The vast emerald expanse was the brightest jewel in the crown of the Sugar Oaks Country Club. The immaculately groomed greens brought in golfers at the pinnacle of the sport from all over the world.
For those who didn’t give a fig about golfing, the view made a luscious backdrop for luncheons, debutante parties, and weddings. Violet peered out over the lush green landscape nestled under a canopy of ancient oaks when something caught her eye.
Or rather someone.
A man she couldn’t help but notice strolled towards the building accompanied by his golfing partner. He drew attention to himself with a magnetic force as he sauntered by, his easy manner reflecting an air of supreme confidence, though he couldn’t be more than thirty years old.
A turquoise polo shirt hung majestically from his broad shoulders, and he wore khaki shorts that showed off impressive calf muscles. His blond hair was wild, damp with sweat. When he took off his visor and wiped his brow just outside the door, the muscles in Violet’s abdomen tightened.
Unable to drag her eyes away from the Adonis about to enter the dining room, Violet couldn’t resist asking her daughter, “Who is that man in the blue shirt? He looks familiar.” She’d seen him somewhere before, but couldn’t place him.
It was absurd for her to forget a man who looked like that, but her life had been so upside down during the past few years dealing with her divorce that there were days Violet believed it was an achievement to remember her own name.
“Mom, you’re kidding. That’s Stuart Swearingen.” Margaret shook her head, a silent indictment of Violet’s recently flighty behavior.
“It is? Oh my goodness. I guess I haven’t seen him in a long time. He looks… older, I guess.”
“Well, duh. That’s what happens. People get older.” Margaret rolled her eyes and went back to texting.
The texting annoyed Violet, but if it gave her a few moments to study Stuart Swearingen undetected, she’d let it slide. She looked at her daughter’s plate and saw she’d already finished her meal. Besides, starting in on her now would only ruin their lunch. Margaret had gone the whole meal before gluing herself to her phone again. As a parent, you had to pick your battles.
Violet turned her attention back to the delicious hunk of man who now sat a few tables away. He was facing her direction so she took care not to gawk at him. Clearly she had not seen a photograph of Stuart Swearingen recently, or she would have immediately recognized him. Stuart was one of the wealthiest men in Texas.
Stuart’s father, Rex Swearingen, had been a friend of Violet’s older brother. Rex had been a legend when it came to wildcatting. He was known across the state for having a nose for finding oil. Just about every time he drilled, he struck black gold. Violet’s brothers and all his cronies swore he could literally smell it trickling beneath the ground.
To her recollection, Rex died when his son was a toddler—kicked in the head by a polo pony during a match. A tragic end for the larger-than-life oilman who’d become a well-respected business mogul. Violet wasn’t sure what happened to the child’s mother, for after her husband’s death the woman became quite a recluse. Over the years Violet had seen photographs of Stuart occasionally in magazines or newspaper articles. As the face of the family’s colossal business empire, he was frequently featured.
Violet remembered Stuart as a teen, had seen him at various occasion at the club over the years. Their families were acquainted, but he was so much younger than she was that she hadn’t taken much notice, and she hadn’t realized he’d grown into a man. Her memory of him was that of a fresh-faced adolescent zipping around in a golf cart.
The young tycoon was better looking than ever, but it was more than his looks that captured her attention. He moved with the grace of an athlete and the self-assurance of a man who had been born to great privilege. She didn’t realize she was staring until his eyes met hers. Deep aquamarine pools mesmerized her from across the room. Mortified at being caught gaping at him, she wanted to pull her eyes away, yet something stopped her.
Stuart made direct eye contact with her, stopped speaking to his companion, and took stock of her. His gaze raked over her like the relenting rays of sunshine in August, then his eyes sparkled, and his lip curled in amusement.
Violet shifted her eyes to the opposite wall, pretending to observe something of great interest. Her cheeks burned, and her heart beat erratically. What must he think? The old bag over there’s checking me out. Oh dear Lord, what if he tells his friend and they start laughing at me?
Trying not to panic, Violet took a sip of water and asked brightly, “Margaret, honey, are you about ready to go?”
“Sure.” And to Violet’s dismay, Margaret turned around and looked straight at Stuart.
He smiled politely, tilting his head in acknowledgement. Margaret gave him a small wave and turned back towards the table. “What’s up with you, Mom? Stuart’s probably a little young for you.” She made a face.
“Margaret Jane Weeks,” Violet’s eyelashes flashed fiercely. “I have no idea why you would say such a thing. Of course he is too young for me. I just wondered who he was, that’s all.”
“Gosh mom, I was just kidding. Don’t be so defensive.”
Violet straightened her jacket around her, feeling the heat creep up her neck and into her cheeks. “Well, I do not think that is funny.” She sniffed and turned her nose up.
“Okay, jeez. Sorry.”
Violet signed her ticket quickly and rushed out of the dining room as rapidly as possible without attracting undue attention to herself.
“Mom, slow down.” Margaret whined, trying to keep up.
Violet slowed and hoped Stuart didn’t see straight through her inconspicuous attempt to flee the scene. How embarrassing, but he was probably used to women ogling him wherever he went.
As hard as she tried to avoid it, she couldn’t help sneaking one last peek at him upon exiting the room. This time her glance went undetected, as he appeared lost in conversation with his golf partner. This gave her enough time to capture his image—chiseled chin, sexy blond hair, piercing blue eyes—and paste it in her head.
* * * * *
“So you’re saying we have no sponsors for the strings?” Violet asked.
“Yep. That’s what I’m saying. Now that Felix’s supermarkets have cancelled their pledge. Sounds like they’re in financial trouble, planning to close some of their stores so they’re pulling the plug on all donations to stop the bleeding.”
Violet was speaking, hands-free, in her car, to Holly Lewis, co-founder of Musical Mentors. Violet and Holly had been friends for years, dating back to the days when they both played for the symphony orchestra. Holly had been a flautist, while Violet had been the second chair violinist.
When Violet settled down and started a family she’d left the music world behind. However, Holly remained single and taught music lessons. Four years ago, Holly approached Violet about helping her start a charity. With Margaret away at school, and unfulfilled in her marriage, Violet had been grateful for a constructive venture to occupy her time.
Musical Mentors raised funds and provided instruments and musical instruction to schools and after-care programs in underprivileged neighborhoods. So far they’d donated over seven hundred instruments and taught over one thousand five hundred students how to play them. Twelve of those recipients had earned music scholarships to attend college.
Violet cherished how the children’s faces lit up when they heard the melodic sounds they created all by themselves. Each time she witnessed the magic of a child finding his hidden talent, or merely experiencing the joy of music, it filled her with hope for the future.
Her job was all about simple joys, but it brought Violet a sense of purpose she’d long since abandoned, and it kept her busy. She prided herself on the difference their organization had made in the lives of the children in the community.
On her way to the hairdresser’s, she’d gotten the call from Holly telling her they’d lost a key sponsor, only weeks before new instruments were to be delivered for the start of the upcoming school year. Now Violet would be searching for another way to purchase the instruments. Either that or disappoint dozens of children.
Ugh! Not the way she wanted to start her day. “Thanks for the heads up, Holly. I’ll see what I can do. Gotta run now. I’m late for an appointment. Ciao!”
Violet turned into the strip mall where the beauty shop was located. A gaudy pink and orange sign outside read Hair Affair. The place had more than a touch of kitsch to it, but everyone knew once you found a good hairdresser you followed her (or him) anywhere and this was the seventh shop where Minnie had worked since Violet discovered her.
Once inside, Minnie poked her head out from the back and told Violet she’d be with her in a jiffy. Violet chose a magazine, more tabloid than literary, and found a seat in the waiting area.
While she waited, she tried to brainstorm who she could contact for donations. Well there’s… hmm… and um… Her mind kept coming up blank. Damn this crappy economy. A few years ago getting money out of people would’ve been a breeze. She made a mental note not to start another venture that involved parting people from their money at a time when nobody had any money, even in Texas. Impatiently, she crossed and uncrossed her legs and checked her phone for the time. She didn’t want to be here all day, and Minnie was notoriously slow on a good day.
Finally Minnie resurfaced and invited her back by the shampoo bowls. Violet changed into a smock in the restroom, then sat quietly while Minnie applied color to her hair. A natural brunette, once she’d started going gray a few years ago, Violet had given in to her fantasy of becoming a redhead. Her husband, Marvin, hated it. But by that point their marriage could be characterized more as “friends who happened to share a child and live under the same roof” than as a loving, married couple.
Violet nodded with forced sympathy as Minnie told her, detail by gory detail, about an ovarian cyst that had been ailing her. Over the years Violet had absorbed more than her share of information about Minnie’s less-than-appetizing nagging health problems, but it was a small price to pay to have the best colorist in Sugarland keep her in a fabulous head of red hair.
Minnie excused herself to go smoke, and Violet dove into her tawdry reading material, eager to lose herself in the problems of celebrities. She’d worry about raising money later. But she couldn’t help but overhear some of the other patrons gossiping about Mary Jane Price’s husband leaving her for a gorgeous, younger woman. The ladies clucked and fretted over the desolate aftermath of Mary Jane’s marriage.
Violet sighed. While Marvin hadn’t exactly left her for a younger woman or cheated on her per se, it wasn’t two minutes after they’d separated that he found himself a girlfriend twenty years his junior so she assumed he’d had an eye on the woman for an inappropriate amount of time.
She clucked under her breath in disgust. Men, why did they have to get more distinguished as they got older, while women just got fatter and more wrinkly? When older women went after younger men people called them cougars. Why didn’t they have an obnoxious name for the older men who inevitably chased after younger women?
Life was definitely not fair. Maybe this was another one of God’s punishments to all women compliments of Eve’s deception. As if the pain of childbirth and monthly menstrual cramps weren’t bad enough.
After the color had set, Minnie shampooed her hair then led her to a swirling chair in the front of the salon for a haircut. “What do you want me to do this time? Same cut?” Minnie asked. Violet wore a short pixie hairstyle, a bit longer on the sides curling up onto her cheeks. It framed her face beautifully and didn’t take her long for her to fix, which Violet loved. “Yes. Let’s keep it the same, maybe trim the ends, shape it a bit.” Minnie nodded, wielding her shears.
“I thought about what you said last time, Minnie, that my hair was getting more curl. I did notice that the other day when it was wet. Like the underside was acting different, curlier.”
“Yeah. It’s probably menopause. Changes the hair patterns. You know how I’ve told you the texture of your hair can change every seven years? Menopause does it too. Uh huh. It’s the hormones.” Minnie stepped back to look at the task before her.
Violet watched her eyes widen in the mirror, and her stomach felt as though she’d just been told she was sitting on a live bomb. “Um, Minnie, did you say menopause?” She squeaked in disbelief.
“Yeah, menopause.”
“You can’t be serious.” Surely this was another of Minnie’s harebrained ideas, the way she thought if she just bought enough tickets she could win the lottery.
“Nope.” Minnie whispered conspiratorially, “The hairdresser is always the first to know.” She narrowed her eyes and nodded with the confidence of an ancient soothsayer. “But, I’m not even in my mid-forties yet,” Violet stammered.
Minnie shrugged. “Hey, sometimes it happens early. With me, I was…” Minnie launched off into the lengthy story of her own body’s reactions to “the change.” Violet suppressed a shiver, while trying to process this new information and appear interested in Minnie’s account at the same time.
Studying herself in the mirror, Violet took an inventory. Some age spots. Maybe she could get some cream for those. A few wrinkles around the eyes, but not many. She already used a cream for those. Okay, usually she forgot, but she had one somewhere in her medicine cabinet. Running a finger under her chin she noticed the skin was looser than it once was. There was an infomercial she kept seeing on TV about a miracle neck cream, and Lord help her, she needed it.
She frowned at her reflection, vowing to step up her fight against aging. Crap, she probably needed to exercise more too.
Damn. Getting older is a bitch.
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February 27, 2015
A Different Kind of Spanking #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing a snippet from my new release – Taken By The Tycoon, a naughty novella about a divorcee and the handsome (and younger) billionaire who introduces her to the world of dominance and submission. Here’s a little taste…
As if he reading her mind, he said, “Oh, you look a mess, but that’s how a good little cocksucker should look,” he said with a devilish grin. “Now, stay in that position and open your legs.”
Oh dear. What did he have in store for her now?
“You didn’t let me finish so you are going to get a spanking,” he said.
Violet twisted to give him access to her ass, but Stuart held a hand out to stop her. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere.” At first she didn’t get it. He had said spanking… but he had told her twice now not to change position. She lay on her back and he’d told her to spread her legs. Dread started to crawl up her body.
Taken by the Tycoon
He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women.
I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I’d experienced before.
Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart, when I know his affection will never last?
Early 5 Star Reviews for Taken by the Tycoon (Amazon)
“Every one of Normandie’s novels asks us to look at a part of human nature. In this case, we are asked to explore why can’t older woman date a younger man without social commentary. The second question is what is behind the concept of a sub dominant relationship. Here is where Normandie is a skilled expert…” ~Janet Anne
“I’ve read a few of Normandies books, her buccaneer series, and really enjoyed them, but have to admit that I began reading Taken by the Tycoon, with a biased opinion..I expected it to be raw, gritty and kind of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am story. NOT! Normandie was able to weave Violets thoughts and emotions into a very believable for me story, I truly could see myself thinking and feeling these same thoughts if I was in Violet and Stewarts positions. I expected this to be a quick, hot, bdsm read. And it was. But the underlying arc of pushing through preconceived stereotypes and allowing yourself to be happy, made this story resonate.” ~Amazon Customer
“Taken by the Tycoon is a real sizzler… The sex scenes really deliver and even though I’m not a big BDSM fan, the sub/dom relationship stays mostly in the bedroom so it doesn’t feel at all like Violet has no rights in the relationship.” ~Susan Cook
You can pick up your copy of Taken by the Tycoon here:
Be sure to stop by and visit all the #SatSpanks participants:
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