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First Spanking of the Year Courtesy of Daddy Morebucks

Normandie

Happy New Year and welcome to the first Saturday Spankings of 2015! The first spanking I’d like to share with you in 2015 is from the first book in the Daddy’s Girl Series, Daddy Morebucks, which is currently ON SALE for the first time for only 99 cents! (regularly $4.95) If you’ve ever been curious about this book or this series, THIS is the time to give it a try.

In this scene, down-on-her luck Marley has just lucked into a dream “date” with a wealthy john who is willing to pay $5,000 for an evening with her. In his hotel room she tries to anticipate his needs, but unfortunately, she irks him instead by taking the initiative.

I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”

Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”

“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”

Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.

Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.

The third book in the Daddy’s Girl series – Poor Little Daddy’s Girl - will be released next week. This book is the story of a firefighter who tries to tame wild, wealthy socialite Charmaine after he rescues her from a fire she unwittingly set herself. It’s available now for Pre-Order.

You can watch a trailer of all the books in the Daddy’s Girl series here.

Readers’ Thoughts on Daddy Morebucks

I thoroughly enjoyed this book! I absolutely adored Marley, her character had me laughing out loud at times and I just love that! This book has a well developed plot with great character depth, you can’t help but feel compassion for Marley’s difficulties or for James’ wariness based on prior relationships… I eagerly await book two! – SH at Amazon (5 Stars)

I really enjoyed this story because it shows the true nature of a Daddy Dom/Sub relationship. It gives you a taste of age play without the extremes. Daddy Morebucks shows you what a Daddy Dom truly is; someone that can care for you endlessly but also punish you when you’ve broken the rules. – Felicity at Mad Gypsy in Wonderland  (5 Stars)

Gave me butterflies…Lia at Amazon (5 Stars)

Along the line of Pretty Woman with some light spankings and bondage thrown in for pleasure. –Jade Snow (5 Stars)

This isn’t normally my thing, but I saw a book reviewer put it in her top 10, so I took a chance.  It was so hot, I’m worried I might accidentally call my husband Daddy. – Anonymous at B&N (5 Stars)

What a great and well written Dom/s story. I loved Marley and James. Their story and how they met was fantastic. I loved her sense of humor and his ability to see what a special person she was despite the life she was dealt. The sex was hot and steamy. I enjoyed how she found women to connect with and share her lifestyle with… You as a reader got to see things from both points of view and it was done effortlessly. This is the first time I have read this author and will be reading more. All around a great story. Highly recommend! – Dsaraceni (5 Stars)

Can’t wait for more from this special club. –Katy Beth (5 Stars)

About Daddy Morebucks

From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.

After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.

Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?

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Snowed In? So Read – about Sexy Firemen! #Giveaway Hop

Normandie

Brrrr! It’s cold where most of you are. I live in the South and my kids have never seen snow, but when I lived further north I loved a good snow day that kept me inside curled up with a good book. Thanks for joining me on this hop filled with new books, authors, and great prizes hosted by StuckInBooks.

For this hop I’m offering a $15 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card and an ebook from my backlist (reader’s choice). You can enter by leaving a comment below and then entering the Rafflecopter below.

Snow is definitely a different element than the heat that sizzles off the pages of my new book –  Poor Little Daddy’s Girl – the story of a firefighter who tries to tame a wild, wealthy socialite after he rescues her from a fire she unwittingly set herself.

Excerpt

It was then he heard the screaming. He entered the apartment, ran down a hallway toward the noise, and quickly located a girl crying in the corner of a bedroom. Even through the haze of the fire, Hunter noticed the pure luxury of the apartment. The silver gilt bed frame looked as if it belonged at Versailles, the craftsmanship was so detailed and over the top.

“Fire department,” he said identifying himself. “Are you alright?” He took the girl by the arm.

She looked up at him with arresting blue eyes. “I think so.”

“Good, let’s get you out of here. Anyone else here?” he asked guiding her back to the door where Mitch was controlling the inferno with the fire-hose.

She shook her head no. “Just me,” she said, a startling loneliness shining in her eyes. He shook it off. He must be imagining things.

Mitch waved them past, “Anybody else?”

Hunter shook his head, “Negative. She’s the only one.”

“Take her down. I got Johnston and Pulaski on their way up. We got this.”

Hunter gave Mitch a thumbs up, put his arm around the girl’s waist and led her into the stairwell.

He took the stairs two at a time and she tried to keep pace with him. Once they reached the first landing, he turned to make sure she was following. She had no apparent injuries, except for possible smoke inhalation, but she was ambulatory, no need for him to carry her.

Taking her in he realized for the first time how beautiful she was. Her wild hair stuck out every which way. The unruly locks consisted of several different colors and it looked more like a mane than any hair he’d ever seen; she reminded him of a lion. Her blue eyes pierced his soul and mesmerized him at the same time. It was an unsettling combination. “Are you sure you’re not injured?” he asked.

“No, I’m okay,” she gazed up at him pitifully. “But my head hurts. Do you think they’ll ever turn off that freaking alarm?” She rubbed her temples.

“Once the fire is out,” he said.

“Crap! Can’t you make it sooner?” she pleaded.

He held out a hand to her and started down the next flight of stairs. “It’s not my job to see that it’s turned off. Somebody who works in the building will have to do it. Come on.”

She stalled on the top step, put her hands on her hips and stuck out a luscious bottom lip. “Can’t you carry me?”

He couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d slapped him. Carry her? Down sixty-something flights of stairs. Who did this bitch think she was, the Queen of England? Some people he’d rescued lost their mind in times of crisis and this girl was definitely one of them if she thought he was going to do that.

Remembering his position helped him control his urge to tell her where to stick it. He’d been passed up for captain once already due to his impulsive behavior in the field. The last thing he needed was the little rich girl making trouble for him. “You’re fine, you can walk,” he said calmly and began walking down the stairs.

She remained on the top step kicking it with her pretty foot, her toenails perfectly manicured with hot pink nail polish. “But my head hurts,” she whined.

“No,” he said firmly. “Now come on.”

“But if I were burned you’d have to carry me down, right?”

“Yes, but you’re not burned, are you?”

She scowled at him.

“Come on,” he ordered her testily.

But rather than complying with his request she sat down on the top step, crossed her arms and rested her forehead on them.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Ma’am, there is a fire up there. It is my job to see you to safety. Now let’s go!” His blood began to churn, and he struggled to keep his temper in check.

She didn’t budge.

Exasperated, he climbed the short flight of stairs to her. When he reached her he picked her up, flung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and started back down the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she asked, wriggling in his arms. She wasn’t specifically fighting him, but she wasn’t making it any easier to carry her either.

“My job,” he answered her through clenched teeth.

She tussled with him, but he held her tightly and she was no match for his strength. Frustrated little sounds bubbled up from her throat, but he kept going, determined to get her downstairs to safety.

After descending about ten flights of stairs she yelled, “Put me down!” and started kicking at him.

“No,” he answered, afraid her gyrations would send them both tumbling down the stairs.

“But this is hurting my head. All the blood is rushing to my head, plus that noise, it’s killing me.”

“Hold still or I will have to give you a spanking!”

He felt her stiffen. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m deadly serious. If you don’t co-operate you’re going to hurt yourself or both of us.”

Bent over his shoulder, she squealed as she beat on his back with tiny fists.

She wasn’t going to behave. This was a woman who liked to play games, and he had little patience for people like that.

She wore a skirt and he knew he should leave her skirt down, but a need deep inside him got the better of him and he pulled it up to reveal two round, tanned globes interrupted by a thin strip of yellow fabric that served as underwear. His breath caught in his chest for a second as he admired her ass.

He knew better. The higher-ups and the paper pushers would try to take his shield if they ever found out about this. But they didn’t know. They wouldn’t last a day in the field and he smiled to himself picturing some of them trying to get this entitled brat down from her ivory tower. It would never happen.

Allowing his frustration to take over he gave her cheeks a smack, and then another. To his surprise his victim didn’t scream or cry out. In fact, he thought he heard her moan, though it was difficult to be sure over the ear-splitting alarm that still rang through the building.

Realizing she could take it, he struck her harder and harder until he felt her tense up and clutch his coat with a whimper. His cock twitched with arousal and he swatted her again with the same velocity. He’d transformed her bottom into juicy reddish-pink globes and realized they would be nice and warm by now.

He paused and removed one of his heavy gloves. The moment his skin touched hers the electricity in the air became palpable. Her smooth, baby-soft skin felt like velvet as he touched it with his fingertips. Then he grazed her bottom with his palm, wishing he were somewhere else doing this under different circumstances.

Remembering himself, he pulled down her skirt and delicately set her on the stairs, her blue eyes wide, her lips slightly parted.

She was speechless.

He had unnerved her, the lovely penthouse-dweller, and he liked it. This chick was probably used to ordering everyone around, always getting her way. Maybe his spanking would wake her up, teach her a thing or two. He stared at her evenly. “Now, you are going to walk the rest of the way down and you are not going to give me any more trouble. Do we understand each other?”

Her lips curled up slightly at the corners and she managed, “Yes, sir.”

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.

Early Reviews for  Poor Little Daddy’s Girl

“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 BDSM relationships this is the book for you.” ~The Head Whore at Mommy’s a Book Whore

“Just received this as an ARC, and I CANNOT put it down! It’s sooo good!” ~nd, Goodreads Librarian

“Charmaine is a character that grows on you, one you will eventually end up loving… another great story.” ~Amy B. on Goodreads

Pre-order your copy of Poor Little Daddy’s Girl here.

On January 8, 2015 – coming to:

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Slush: A Holiday Romance by Lisabet Sarai

Normandie

Please join me in welcoming the amazing Lisabet Sarai to the blog for Friends on Friday to talk about her new holiday release - Slush.

I’m celebrating the release of my first self-published book, Slush, a heartwarming M/F erotic romance story set in frigid Boston. It’s available now from Smashwords and Amazon, for only 99 cents!

And if you want more holiday reading, I’ve got two free PDF stories – yours just for the asking. Silver Bells is a steamy M/F/M BDSM tale. Last Minute Gift is a M/M story, filled with humor, heat and heart. If you’d like a copy of either one, just email me (lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com) and let me know which one you want.

Slush

Hot shot Boston lawyer Ian Pierce has everything but peace of mind. Christmas Eve finds him alone, wading through the slush to his BMW so he can drive back to his lonely luxury apartment. Then everything goes black. He awakens with an aching skull to find himself in a freezing, boarded-up garage occupied by a street kid. At first he blames the dodgy-looking youth for his troubles, but before long he realizes the raggedy girl who rescued him from the gutter may well be a Christmas angel in disguise.

Excerpt

He grasped her pointed little chin with his other hand to draw her closer. She didn’t resist. Now her face was mere inches away, her steel-gray eyes fixed on his. Her lips parted. Her breath came fast, in little sighing pants. He ached for that sweet, enticing mouth, an ache that drowned out the residual throbbing in his skull and even the swollen pulse of need in his groin.

He didn’t dare. He was afraid – afraid she’d pull away, afraid of screwing up something simple and perfect with his selfishness .

In the end, she made the first move, leaning toward him just enough to press her lips against his. That was enough. He released her hand to wrap his arms around her and clutch her to his chest, kissing her with a ferocity he couldn’t control. He needed this so badly – the warmth, the softness the illusion that someone cared…

Daisy returned his kiss with equal desperation. She opened to him without any prodding, sucking his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Her fingernails scored his back even through the undershirt as she tried to pull him closer. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, nipped at the corner of his cold-chapped lips, moaned and writhed in his arms when he slid away to nuzzle the hollow under her ear.

“Ian…please…” All at once she broke their embrace. With one fluid movement, she dragged her tee shirt over her head, baring modest but flawless breasts topped with cranberry-red nipples. She didn’t say anything further, just held his gaze as she hiked up her buttocks and rolled the knit long-johns down over her creamy thighs. A gust of female musk rose from the blond tangle hiding her pussy, masking the scents of charred wood, diesel and rot.

In two breaths, Ian’s half-erect penis swelled to full hardness. Daisy lay back on the blanket with her knees raised and her moist sex open to his view, tempting him. He yearned to launch his body onto hers, to mash those luscious little tits against his chest and drive his cock into the hot, wet cleft that exuded such a heavenly fragrance. Something held him back, though. I don’t deserve her, he thought. She’s too young, too strong, too good… too good for a nasty, angry son of a bitch like me.

They remained motionless, eyes locked, for long seconds. Daisy licked her lips and spread her thighs wider. “Don’t you want me, Ian?” She gave him a mischievous grin. “The last chance I had to shower was yesterday morning, at the Y – do I smell bad?

“You smell delicious,” he replied, completely sincere. “But…”

“But what? It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s celebrate, while we can.”

You can pick up your copy of Slush here today:

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About the Author

Lisabet has decided celebrate the holidays by writing what’s in her heart. If it sells, great – but all she really wants to do is touch a few readers.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors.

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Celebrating Romance Books – Spoiled by Daddy #MistletoeHop

Normandie

Welcome and Happy Holidays! I’d like to celebrate the by sharing my romance book with you, the first book from the Daddy’s Girl Series – Daddy Morebucks because the third book in the series, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl, is coming January 8th! I know we’re supposed to be appreciating the beauty and joy of the season, but let’s cut to the chase – getting presents rocks! And since Sugar Daddies are a bit like Santa so the following excerpt involves an impoverished gal and her new-found Daddy. Check it out, then enter my giveaway by leaving a comment below telling us what tops your wishlist this year, then jump through all those Rafflecopter hoops for a chance to win my prize – a $15 Amazon Gift Card and an ebook from my backlist.

Daddy Morebucks is the story of down-on-her-luck Marley, who has had to turn to prostitution to make a living, and the handsome wealthy client she accidentally scores a date with – a date that pays her five thousand dollars. Marley happily takes her payday and moves onward and upward with her life, but her benefactor and one-time customer, James, can’t get her off his mind. He tracks her down and makes her a proposition – move into my penthouse with me, be my submissive, and I’ll pay for everything. After much soul-searching Marley agrees. Here’s a scene in which he takes her shopping. She’s begged him to let her go into the lingerie boutique, and he was unable to resist.

Excerpt

Occasionally she’d ask his opinion as she sashayed by the tables of pretty panties and bras. He nodded and smiled, overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices. Bras in an endless array of colors lined the walls. Alluring teddies in various animal prints spilled out of an open armoire. Marabou slippers teetered atop a cascade of silky chemises, calling out for him to touch them. After making sure no one was looking, he reached out and stroked the turquoise feathers, vowing to get a pair of those for Marley. The things he could do with those feathers…

Hmm. Where was she? Marley had disappeared the moment he’d turned away. He searched each room for her and was about to give up when a perky salesgirl approached him. “Sir, are you looking for the girl with the black hair? She’s in the dressing room. She asked me to come get you.”

“Thanks.” He followed her to a hallway, each side lined with pink and black doors. “Marley?” He called, clueless as to which door she was behind and terrified at the prospect of walking in on a stranger. Pulling at his collar, he began to perspire. Was it super hot in here or was it just him?

“Yes, Daddy?” Her voice lilted over a dressing room door near the end of the hallway. Part of him wished he could shut her little mouth for calling him that here. The other part was

proud of her, wanting her to shout to everyone they saw that she was his little girl and he was her daddy.

“Marley! Where are you?” he hissed.

She opened the door and traipsed into the hallway wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The skimpy underwear was red plaid, trimmed with white eyelet. She twirled around, showing off for him. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

She was a vision. Her beauty squeezed him deep in his heart.

Jolted back to reality, he answered, “Yes. You look incredible.” He shooed her back into the dressing room. “But you don’t need to show the whole world.”

“I don’t?” she asked, playing with his collar.

“No, you don’t. Now be a good girl and stay in here. This is only for me to see.” He pointed two fingers at her.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” She turned her back and removed her clothing. She wore a white thong underneath, but was naked other than that. He tried to look away, but glanced into the mirror instead where he got a view of her from the front. Hmm. I could get used to this.

She tried on a variety of things. Everything got a thumbs-up except a stretch lace bodysuit he thought made her look cheap.

It took monumental restraint not to slam her up against the wall and take her right there in the dressing room, but he summoned all his willpower and refrained. They were sure to have hidden cameras and the last thing he needed was a scandal. Instead he took mental pictures of her in the skimpy lingerie. Later he could call them up when he needed a Marley fix.

Checking his watch, he noticed they were about to be late for their appointment. He hurried her along, taking her finds to the cash register while she got dressed. He laid on the counter a pair of emerald green ruffled rhumba panties, a black bra, black panties with a heart cut out in the ass (his favorite), a frilly short black nightgown, a red ruffled bra and panty set dotted with black hearts, and the plaid bra and panties.

At the last minute, Marley rushed to the counter, out of breath, with more in her hand. “Can I get these too, Daddy? Pretty please?” She held up a see-through lavender babydoll nightie and a couple of beige bras.

“You most certainly can, but we need to hurry. I hate being late.”

She hugged his arm tight. “Thank you,” she whispered.

The salesgirl was nonplused by her referring to him as Daddy, but she did step up the pace folding their purchases and finished ringing them up in record time. He relaxed his shoulders.

“Anything else, Mr. LeBlanc?” she asked.

“No, thank you.”

Marley had grabbed one of the shopping bags when they headed into the mall.

“Here, give me that,” he commanded.

“Why? I can carry things.”

“I know you can, but I want to do it for you. Now don’t argue with me.”

She reluctantly handed the bag back to him. “But now I have nothing to carry. And you have all those bags. It makes me feel useless.” She frowned.

“Doll, you are anything but useless. Do you have any idea how hot you got me back there?”

She shook her head.

“I’ll have wet dreams all week.” He gave her ass a quick slap.

Daddy Morebucks

From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.

After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.

Even before she accepts his offer, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?

Read Chapter One FREE or listen to a sample here.

Available on Audiobook as well as ebook and print. Pick up your copy here:

Amazon                Amazon UK          Barnes & Noble              ARe

       Audible                        iTunes

Look for the third book in the Daddy’s Girl Series – Coming January 8th…

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?

Thanks for stopping by and I hope your holiday season is filled with magic and love. Leave a comment and enter the Rafflecopters for a chance to win!

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Party with Normandie at Holiday Author Events & Giveaways!

Normandie

Starting today and lasting through the new year, visit these sites, “join” and then Facebook should send you a notification when the party gets underway, or mark your calendar. Either way, come play! You can enter to win lots of great prizes, books, and discover new authors while having some giggles and some virtual eggnog!

COME PARTY!

Saturday, December 13th (All times are EST)

Sugar & Spice, Naughty & Nice – 5-6pm

 

Monday, December 15th

12 Days of Holiday Magic – 2-3pm

 

Thursday, December 18th

Winter Wonderland of Authors (Time TBD)

 

Sunday, December 21

Platinum Multi-Author Holiday Event – 2-3pm

 

Mistletoe Hop – Blog hop here on this site!

December 19-22

 

January 12, 2015

Release Party for “Poor Little Daddy’s Girl” – Book Three in the Daddy’s Girl Series

 

Come party with me!

 

 

 

 

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You’ve Got to Have FAITH by Ashe Barker

Normandie

Join me in welcoming the irrepressible Ashe Barker to Friends on Friday this week to share her latest release “Faith“. I adore this cover, and the title reminds me of an old love of mine whose last name was Faith. He used to always sing the George Michael song to me, “Cuz you’ve got to Faith…” Sorry for digressing. Take it away Ashe!

Hello Normandie, and thanks for inviting me back to your blog. Last time I was here we were chatting about pirates, a particular passion for us both. This time I want to give a shout-out about my latest release, Faith. This is my first story to be published through Stormy Night so I’m especially excited about it. It’s been hectic, new people to get to know, but a lot of fun.

Right, back to those pirates. I like to think of Ewan Lord, my hero in Faith, as something of a latter-day buccaneer. He might earn his money honestly, but he’s very much a globe-trotter. He likes to travel, and he has a definite ruthless streak. He can be patient when he has to be, but he prefers to get his own way in the end and usually succeeds. When he knows what he wants he won’t give up. And he wants Faith.

He has a strong sense of honour and a very soft centre as far as Faith is concerned. He will protect her. He cares about her and he will put her before anything else, including his work. At the same time he’s an experienced Dom. He wants her submission, and when the time comes he will have his way. In then end though I don’t think Faith has any complaints.

FAITH

After her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: Ewan is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.

Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand, Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.

Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?

Publisher’s Note: Faith is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt from Faith

Ewan has just discovered that Faith has been frequenting a BDSM club. Without him. Ouch!

“You gave me to understand your tastes were definitely vanilla. You knew mine were not, but you made your preferences clear. Now I find that you were less than honest with me.”

“I never lied to you!” There’s more than a hint of indignation in my reply. Or is that defensiveness?

“No? Why didn’t you tell me you were interested in kink? Or at least prepared to experiment a little?”

“Why would I? It never came up.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve spent the last few weeks fucking you every which vanilla way I know how. Of course it came up. Every time I squeezed your nipples or licked your cunt I was itching to do more. To show you more. For fuck’s sake, I even managed to get you all but bound and blindfolded just the other day. You stood for that, hell, you even seemed to enjoy it. But never anything more. At the merest mention you’d clam up, close me down.”

“I was scared. I didn’t want you to, to…”

“To harm you? How could you think I would? I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I know you do. But it’s my feelings we’re discussing right now. We’ll come to yours in due course. Because I love you, I’m ready to accept you, just as you are. I’ve always believed submission is innate, it can’t be created, or taught. If a woman is submissive, she just is. And if not, well, it would be pointless and cruel to attempt to pressure her. I love you, so if vanilla is your thing, that makes it my thing too because I won’t ever try to coerce or persuade you to do anything that makes you unhappy. I know I’ve been dominant on occasions, pushed the boundaries, but only very slightly. I knew you found my pain play with Carrie difficult to accept, and you told me you didn’t want to be tied up. I might have wished it were different, but not so much that I would have lost you because of it.”

“What are you saying? I don’t understand.”

“I’m saying that I believed you wanted to keep things vanilla between us, and that I was ready to respect that. Vanilla’s not a bad offer, after all. Not when it’s with a lovely, responsive woman and the tightest, hottest pussy I can recall ever having the good fortune to sink my dick into. If you’ll pardon the expression.” He pauses as I struggle to wrap my head around what he’s saying. “But you’re not that sweet little vanilla playmate, are you? Not at heart. You’re a submissive little slut. Or you have the makings of one. Just, you’re not my slut. And that’s the part I can’t live with.”

“Can’t… Ewan, please, I…”

He continues, almost as though I never interrupted. “So, here’s the thing. We need to backtrack from here. Either we start again, but this time as a dominant and his submissive. Or we don’t start again at all. I would have accepted being your vanilla lover if that’s what you wanted. If it’s all you wanted, all you needed. But I won’t accept that role if you then go off and get your kink elsewhere. Knowing what I now do, it’s either these…” he gestures to the cuffs and crop still lying between us on the table, “…or it’s nothing at all.”

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About the Author

Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. So I left, and at last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance. 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.

In my own writing I draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. 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, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.

My other titles 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. The Three Rs is a stand-alone novel set in Berwick in the Scottish border. I’ve also written a couple of short stories, Re-Awakening, and a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, as well as a novella, Carrot and Coriander. All are available from Amazon.co.uk Amazon.com Barnes and Noble All Romance.

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.

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BONUS Christmas Scene – Professor’s Plaything

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The Professor’s Plaything is an erotic tale of a professor who falls for his sexy student and their journey into a BDSM relationship. In this new scene, John and Colette are preparing to spend their first Christmas together.

Christmas with the Professor and Colette

 John opened the door to the festive sounds of Christmas music breezing in from the living room. He hung his keys on the wall hook. “Colette?”

Rustling noises followed by a curse word came from behind the bedroom door. “Just a minute,” a female voice called.

“Okay. I’m just going to make a drink. You want something?” He lingered outside the closed door wondering what she was doing in there.

“Sure. Wine would be great.”

He headed for the refrigerator and poured glass of wine for her and grabbed a bottle of winter ale for himself.

“Ta Da!”

John looked up to see Colette standing in arch of the doorway and for a second he forgot to breathe.

She was wearing some sexy red lingerie that screamed “Santa’s Helper” – all red chiffon with a push-up bra and a tiny g-string. The get-up had long strings that tied in a bow at the base of her ample cleavage with big white fluffy snowballs dangling on the ends. Her body looked hot as usual, but it was the kitsch factor that made her over-the-top adorable.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

He set down their drinks and took her in his arms. “Of course, you look beautiful,” he said bending to kiss her.

He ran his hands over her curves, relishing the feel of her silky smooth skin under his fingers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer, her mouth seeking his. When they’d moved in together he’d wondered if they would tire of each other, but several months had passed, and they still couldn’t get enough of each other.

Nibbling her tender flesh as he went, he trailed kisses from the hollow of her throat to her collarbone, and on to the cleft between her breasts.

Colette encouraged him with a low moan.

“Colette, you’re distracting me,” John teased.

“I didn’t think we had anywhere to be,” she tapped his chin flirtatiously with her index finger.

“We don’t exactly, but we were going to put up the Christmas tree tonight and I’m not sure how we can go pick it out with you dressed like that.”

She frowned. “Oh yeah. I guess I didn’t exactly think this through all the way.”

“That’s okay,” he laughed. “Let’s finish our drinks then you can throw on a jacket and some pants over that. We’ll go get the tree then come back here and pick up where we left off.”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. “That’s a good idea.”

He handed the wine glass to her. “I have to do something real quick. Have a seat and I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and walked into the living room.

John could hear her starting to sing along with “Santa Baby” coming from the speakers. He shook his head at Colette’s vivacious personality. The girl was a was a constant source of entertainment.

A few minutes later he downed the last of his beer and brought Colette her long coat. “You about ready to go?”

She sighed. “Okay, but I don’t know what all the rush is about.” She trudged into the bedroom and came back with a pair of grey sweatpants covering her bottom half. “Happy?” she asked testily.

“Yeah. Here drink the rest of that wine.” He pointed at her half empty glass. “Looks like you could use it, Grumpy.”

She made a little face but downed the rest in one gulp.

He held her coat out for her, and she slowly placed her arms in the sleeves.

“Alright. Ready to go?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” she said stuffing her hands into her coat pockets.

He was just about to lift his keys off the hook when she said, “Hey, what’s this? There’s something in my pocket.”

“Huh,” John said trying to feign indifference.

“Yeah, Look.” She withdrew her hand from her left pocket holding a small black box.

Her eyes sparkled as she began to realize what a little black box could mean. Her other hand flew to her mouth. “Is this for me?” her voice a whisper.

Emotion choking him, John’s gaze met hers and he nodded. Crossing to her, he gently took the box from her hand. He flipped it open and got down on one knee, just as he’d been practicing for the past week. “Colette, you are the most important person in the world to me, and I never want to picture my life without you in it. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes,” she answered simply, tears welling up in her eyes.

John stood and lifted her into his arms. “Thank you, Colette. That is the best Christmas present you could give me.” He picked up one of the white fluffy balls attached to the lingerie she wore under the coat. “Except this outfit. That’s a pretty good present too.”

They laughed and she planted kisses all over his face.

He carried her into the bedroom.

“But what about the tree?” she asked.

He threw her down on the bed.

“That damned tree can wait,” he said, yanking off his tie and tossing it on the floor.

The Professor’s Plaything

She’ll loosen him up, and he’ll tie her down.

Twenty-one year old Colette Ellis has done plenty of daydreaming about Professor John McGill, but after a spur-of-the-moment decision to seduce him in his office turns her fantasies into reality, she is left longing for more.

She soon learns that this handsome academic can be as firm as he is passionate, and when her bratty behavior earns her a sound spanking she sees a side of him she never expected. Before she knows it, the beautiful young woman finds herself tied up at his mercy, naked, exposed, and more aroused than she could have ever imagined. As she grows closer to him, she cannot help but wonder how long this can last. Could John come to see her as more than just a naughty coed?

John has never fallen for a student… until now. There is something different about Colette, something that brings him alive in a way he has never felt before. Can he dare to hope that she is  after more than just a fling?

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Do it on Camera for Daddy #MasturbationMonday

Normandie

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Pleasuring oneself – so awkward to talk about, but so easy to write about my characters doing it, especially Daddies ordering their little subbies to do it. With this in mind, I’ve written a short story, Daddy’s Naughty Girl. This is a bonus story about Charmaine, one of the characters in my Daddy’s Girl Series. Charmaine and her hunky firefighter, Hunter, are the stars of my upcoming third Daddy’s Girl Book – Poor Little Daddy’s Girl (coming in a few weeks!).

This is the last week sharing this story on Masturbation Monday, (you can read the rest of the story in previous posts), but if you’d like to read the whole story at once, just sign up for my Racy Raconteur newsletter here or in the top right corner of this page and you will receive the story as well as notices of my new releases. You may unsubscribe at any time. I hope you like this story about the naughtiest of the Daddy’s Girls.

In this snippet, Charmaine has gotten caught using a vibrator under the covers while her Daddy, sexy firefighter Hunter, was sleeping next to her. She’s not supposed to play with herself without his permission, so she’s in for some trouble now. Last week we left off with Hunter ordering her to fuck herself with the vibrator in front of him. And he’s pointing his camera phone at her!

Surely she hadn’t heard him properly. “Hunter…” she began to protest.

“It was good enough for you earlier. It is good enough for you now.”

Stalling, she chirped, “But you can’t take a video. What if the tabloids were to get hold of it, or you accidentally put it up on the internet?” The media had been digging up dirt on Charmaine since she was six years old. Somebody would pay big money for a video like that.

“Nah. This is just for me, Princess. I’ll erase it after I’ve watched it a couple of times.”

She scowled at him.

“What? You don’t trust me?” He went to set down the camera.

“No!” she fussed. “It’s not that…” She knew he’d never share the video, but it made her uncomfortable anyway.

“Good.” He picked up the camera again and winked at her. “C’mon Kitten. You’ve woken me up. I’ve had to punish you…” He sighed. “The least you can do is put on a show for me.”

Her stomach turned into a bottomless pit of dread. She’d gotten herself into this mess, but now he insisted on dragging out her humiliation and capturing it on screen. Better to get it over with. Closing her eyes, she repeated her actions from earlier, sliding the dildo from her hole up to her clit then shoving it back inside her.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. She peeked at him through thick lashes and saw he was still intently filming her. Exhaling sharply she went back to work. “Forget I’m here,” he said. Impossible with the overhead lights glaring down and making her feel like she was under an interrogation lamp.

She drove the false phallus in and out of her pussy, fucking herself with it, and to her embarrassment she heard telltale sounds of her arousal as her juices slushed around the now well-lubricated toy. When she started thinking about Hunter watching her, pleasure began to overtake her. Maybe she liked putting on a show for him…

“Turn it on. Make it hum like you were doing when it woke me up.”

She pressed what she hoped was the right button. Hell, the thing had a dozen buttons and she didn’t have a competent grasp of how they worked yet. Robo-cock came to life whirling and buzzing against her, inside her. She pressed its little external finger to her clit and moaned despite herself.

“Damn, I love how passionate you are,” Hunter said in a lust-filled voice.

She hit the button again ramping up the toy’s speed and pressure. Her hips bucked and pitched, matching the rhythm of the machine. At the same time she rolled her nipple between her fingers. The vibrations of the toy along with the heightened sensations brought on by her earlier punishments had worked her into a fever of excitement. She strained against the bed and all of her muscles clenched down preparing to climax.

“Oh no you don’t.” Having set down the camera, Hunter grabbed the vibrator and tossed it aside, still buzzing. “You think I’m going to let that thing enjoy your orgasm instead of me? I don’t think so.”

“No, Daddy,” was all she could manage as he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and buried his erection insider her. She clutched him between her legs and grabbed his buttocks with her hands. He thrust into her, and she raked her fingernails along his skin as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. He fucked her like a man possessed. It had been too long for both of them and their movements were frantic, desperate as they clung to each other.

After several more thrusts she felt her entire body quiver as her climax engulfed her. Her body shook involuntarily and a blast of magnificent color rained down behind her eyes like fireworks. It was the kind of orgasm that could only come from being fucked with wild abandon by the one man who truly knew her. He continued to pump his cock into her until, with a short cry, he jetted his seed into her and stilled.

When their breathing returned to normal she curled up in his arms, twirling a finger in his chest hair, she said with a sigh, “Sometimes I think it will take you a lifetime to train me to be a good girl, Daddy.”

“I certainly hope so,” he said and kissed her on top of her head.

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Winter Wonderland Event – Come Play!

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Somebody’s on the Naughty List #SatSpanks #FREE Read

Normandie

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! This week I am sharing a snippet from my new FREE STORY, Daddy’s Naughty Girl. This short story is available exclusively for my newsletter subscribers and it features characters from the Daddy’s Girl Series, namely Charmaine and her hunky firefighter Daddy, Hunter, from the upcoming third Daddy’s Girl book, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. If it sounds intriguing, sign up here for the Racy Raconteur newsletter and the whole story will be delivered to your inbox.

In this scene, Charmaine accidentally wakes Hunter up in the middle of the night with the sound of a vibrator she’s using in the bed next to him. She gets punished because she knows she’s supposed to ask Daddy’s permission before touching herself plus she is supposed to wake him if she needs to quench her carnal cravings.

At the beginning of their relationship Charmaine needed lots of correction, and for a while she’d become accustomed to having a sore bottom.

He distributed swats evenly across her ass, giving both cheeks his fiery attention all around. Soon her rear end was burning, the stings from the spanking hurt, but they excited her at the same time. As much as she disliked the pain, she loved that he cared enough to take her over his knee and take charge of her.

When he was finished, he rubbed her tender, sore spots lovingly. This was her favorite part. Sometimes he would play with her pussy when he was done, but tonight he helped her up and ordered her to lie down on the bed. This sent a thrill down her spine, and she felt her nipples harden as she lay on her back in the middle of the bed.

“Spread those legs.”

Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she slid her feet to the corners of the headboard. Her nerve endings felt as though they were climbing outside her skin as she eagerly anticipated what would come next.

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