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November 30, 2014
Christmas Wonder Giveaway Hop – the Daddy’s Girl Series
Christmas Wonder Giveaway HopCelebrate the Wonder of the Season! Visit all of the blogs to see what they love most about the season and which books have made their Christmas wish lists! There’s a giveaway at each stop so be sure to visit them all!
The Hop will run from–Dec 1-31st. During the holidays I love to give people books, but since I want them to have the books THEY want, I love to give gift cards. With that in mind, I will be giving away a $25 Gift Card to winner’s choice of Amazon or Barnes & Noble. To enter just leave a comment (required) telling us the number one thing on your holiday wishlist this year, then enter the Rafflecopter below. This year I’m asking Santa for the new Nook tablet and some writing reference books. How about you?
Giving you a FREE story
This year I’m giving away a FREE story to everyone who subscribes to my newsletter, The Racy Raconteur. The story is called Daddy’s Naughty Girl, and it’s a good representation of the books in my Daddy’s Girl Series. In this bonus story, Charmaine has trouble sleeping and wakes up her sleeping Daddy, firefighter Hunter. When he realizes she’s been a naughty girl, he gives her what she deserves.
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The Daddy’s Girl Series follows a group of girlfriends in Dallas who love the nurturing Daddy Doms who sometimes spoil them, sometimes keep them in line – but always put their babygirls’ best interests at the top of their priority list. The Daddy’s Girls books 1 & 2 are currently available in ebook, print, and audiobook formats. Book Three – Poor Little Daddy’s Girl (Charmaine’s story) is scheduled for release January 8th!
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Naughty Girl Handcuffed, Spanked, & Forced to Put on a Show #MasturbationMonday
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 soon!).
This is my second week sharing this story on Masturbation Monday, (you can read the beginning of the story here), 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…
In one fluid movement she slipped the silky nightgown over her head and tossed it on the floor.
He stood up, set the vibrator on the bedside table then he sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
She crossed to him, hoping this was an invitation to sit on his lap, but he took her outstretched arms and placed them by her sides. “Over my knee.”
Frowning, she draped herself across his lap. “I don’t know that I deserve a spanking, Daddy.”
“Really? And since when is that your determination to make?”
“Never,” she mumbled glumly.
“You were told explicitly not to play with yourself without permission, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you were expressly told to wake me up if you needed sexual attention, isn’t that correct?”
“Yes, Sir.” The longer the litany of her mistakes, the naughtier she felt. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I’m going to make sure you are.” He stroked her bottom, caressing it tenderly. She grew more nervous every moment that passed. Damn, he liked to take his time. Why didn’t he just get it over with?
Then his bare hand made contact with her hind end. The connection felt good and all too familiar. 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.
“You want the ropes don’t you?” he taunted her.
Her breath caught and she whimpered, “Yes, Daddy.” Oh God, she loved when he used rope, could almost feel it kissing her skin as he ran it over her body slowly, sensuously until finally he wrapped it around her, contorting her into a multitude of helpless positions. Yes, rope was her kink, and she craved being dominated with it.
“That’s why we’re using these.” Hard steel clamped over her left wrist, then her right. Handcuffs. He looped a rope through the middle of the handcuffs and secured it to the bed. She frowned and tugged against the restraints, but that only hurt her wrists. She hated handcuffs, and he knew it. If rope was warm and sensual, handcuffs were cold and unforgiving.
“Fight all you want, it will only make things more difficult for you.”
She huffed, but stopped fighting. “What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased, opening a bureau drawer and taking out a black, leather, riding crop.
She felt her eyes grow wide, and her body tensed as she recognized his new favorite implement. Her enjoyment of the experience depended on how hard he hit with it.
He started with her breasts. Fwap! Fwap! Fwap! The crop covered her chest with slapping blows, and she wriggled under his ministrations. Her skin warmed until it seemed to be glowing, and her pussy grew wetter. He smacked her arms, then her tummy and thighs. The resulting stinging sensation brought a mixture of pleasure and pain – a delectable combination that only made her yearn for more.
As the focus of his attention drifted down her torso, she both desired and feared him thrashing her exposed cunt. She was so vulnerable, so open to him that all she could do was trust him not to harm her, and she did. His swats traveled down her legs one at a time, then back up until he started working her inner thighs.
When he finally landed a swat to the tiny triangle of hair between her legs, she let out a groan.
“Ah ha. So that’s what you’ve been needing.”
“Um-hm,” she purred.
“I think you meant ‘Yes, Sir’.” He let fly the crop, landing a harder blow to her pussy.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded through clenched teeth, her lower lips smarting.
“So there is no misunderstanding, this is a punishment, my love.”
The leather made contact with her tender sex, first the right side, then the left, then at her hot, pulsing core. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she managed, feeling beads of sweat beginning to form along her brow line.
“Kitten, all you have to do is tell me you need me.” He set the crop aside and removed his shorts. Kneeling on the bed between her splayed legs he bent over her and gazed into her eyes.
She nodded vigorously. “Please, Daddy, I need you.”
“That’s better.” He inserted one finger inside her and fucked her with it hard. Then he added another finger, curling them both up so that each stroke hit that fleshy button deep inside her front wall. The sensation was so intense a gurgle sprang forth from her throat, and she arched her back involuntarily.
A grin spread across his face. “Now what is it you want? Tell Daddy.”
Consumed by lust, she panted, “Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me.”
To her surprise he climbed off the bed and unlocked her wrists from the wretched handcuffs. Immediately, she began rubbing the small indentations her struggling had made on her wrists.
He walked over and switched on the overhead lights. She covered her face and squinted up at him. “Hey! What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”
He picked up his phone from the bedside table and passed his thumb over the screen, scrolling for something. “Oh, I need light for my video,” he said dismissively.
“Your video?” she deadpanned. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
He looked up, his face serious and he handed her the vibrator. Holding out the camera so as to frame her just right he said, “Fuck yourself.”
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November 29, 2014
Snippet from Daddy’s Naughty Girl – FREE Story! #SatSpanks
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’s afraid of getting in trouble 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…
“You were told explicitly not to play with yourself without permission, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you were expressly told to wake me up if you needed sexual attention, isn’t that correct?”
“Yes, Sir.” The longer the litany of her mistakes, the naughtier she felt. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I’m going to make sure you are.” He stroked her bottom, caressing it tenderly. She grew more nervous every moment that passed. Damn, he liked to take his time. Why didn’t he just get it over with?
Then his bare hand made contact with her hind end. The connection felt good and all too familiar.
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November 28, 2014
Cerise Deland Tells All – The Stanhope Challenge 99-cent Boxed Set
Join me in welcoming Cerise DeLand and her fabulous historical erotic romances to Friends on Friday!
Can a family be cursed to never enjoy happily-ever-after love affairs?
Cerise DeLand brings you the story of the Stanhope family whose members for centuries have not enjoyed any happily-ever-after love affairs in this boxed set, only 99 cents!
Here’s a snippet:
Copyright, 2014 Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
London, January 1809
It is a truth, universally accepted, that a politician in want of the premiership must also be in want of a wife.
Felice knew that was her new husband’s justification for marrying her so quickly.
“A reason as good as my own,” she told herself as she combed her hair back from her face and fluffed the ruffled bodice of her wedding dress. She pursed her lips, wondering how Adam really kissed a woman. How he kissed his mistresses. After the ceremony minutes ago, he had merely brushed her mouth with his. She’d always thought her lips worth more than a peck—and she was determined that this second husband of hers would do more than ignore her.
“I’ll ensure that he does,” she resolved, with a check of her figure in the cheval mirror in the retiring room of her new brother–in–law’s mansion on Grosvenor Square. “After all, the fictitious Miss Proper has charms that Adam does not know about.” Nor should he!
That secret could ruin her marriage. “And I intend to keep both the secret and my marriage!”
So go to your wedding breakfast and be done with this mooning. She had accepted his proposal. Now she would reap the rewards. London Society was open to her—the excitement of their lives, their intrigues ready fodder for her pen. For her romances and poems.
She frowned at herself.
Be honest, Fee. You want more than inspiration for your stories. More than a means to repay that nefarious man your first husband’s debt. You want Adam Stanhope gracing your own bed, not just his look-alike walking on the pages of your newest romance. You want him inside your body. Making you wet and warm. And kissing your—
A quick knock at the door had her whirling.
“Dear Felice,” cooed her husband’s Great Aunt Amaryllis from behind the portal. “Do come out now. We are quite eager to applaud you and Adam. The guests, too, are clamouring for the receiving line!”
Fee scoffed. Most likely, the men wanted more wine while they made wagers on how soon Adam would bed her. And the women? They wanted to assess how a country mouse like her managed to snare the renowned, rich and eloquent Adam Stanhope. Third son of the earl. Widower. Father. Someday soon, the head of his party, if the papers and broadsheets were to be believed. And thereafter certainly, prime minister.
“Adam Stanhope,” she murmured to herself. “A great catch, Fee. If you can intrigue him.”
And there was the rub.
Adam, now thirty, was notorious for outlandish behavior. When he’d turned seventeen, he’d run away from home and sailed to Hong Kong to work with his cousin in his Far Eastern trading company. Four years later, he’d come home to finish his education at Cambridge, marry the beauty of the Season and run for Parliament. He’d won twice now. But since his wife had died in childbirth, Adam had made a name for himself as a rake. He was just like his brothers in that regard. Still, he was the only one who had married and challenged the Stanhope family curse. For it was a legend that no matter whom a Stanhope married, no matter that person’s quality of character or breeding or good intentions, once wedded, a Stanhope lived in hell.
“I will be happy.” Felice repeated the phrase that had become her motto ever since Adam had appeared in Kent last month and proposed. “I’ll dispense with this hideous man plaguing me for money to cover those old debts. Then I will devote myself to ensuring Adam is happy. I will be a social asset to him. And a good mother to his son.”
What more could a man ask for?
****
“A politician has to have a wife! Who the devil put that ridiculous rule about, Reggie?” Adam Stanhope asked his friend as he paced in his brother Jack’s drawing room at eleven in the morning. He threw back another shot of Jack’s fine brandy and coughed. “Oh, lord, that burns all the way down. Whose idea was it to stay out all night, eh?” He scrubbed his hand over his face, acknowledging his predicament had less to do with excess alcohol than with Fee Wentworth. Correction, Stanhope. “Dammit, you’d think a respectable widower with an heir earned the right to be free!”
“No help for it, old man,” Reggie responded and drained his glass of spirits. “Damn good stuff, if I say so myself! But see here, Adam, you admitted you need her. We’ve been through this entire argument before. You’ve got a bit of a reputation, courtesy of that Miss Proper’s ramblings and—”
The far door burst open. Adam’s oldest brother, Jack, appeared in all his dark imperious hauteur. He took one look at both men and slipped inside to shut the world out. “Now, Adam. Reggie. What the hell are you doing in here drinking?”
Adam cocked a long black brow at the man who expected to be obeyed in all things. “Drowning my sorrows.”
“Too late for that!” Jack’s mouth twitched in a grin. “Get the hell out there so we can toast the good health of the bride and groom.”
“Come, come, Jack,” he grumped, “you know what this marriage means for me.”
Jack’s black brows arched high. “Oh, I do. One look at your bride and I have a very good idea that—”
Adam scowled at his brother. “She’s lovely.” Damned gorgeous, in fact. And mine, god help me now. “But I have ruined her.”
Jack startled. “You’ve had her? Already?”
“No, no. That’s not what I mean.”
Jack, his grimace deepening, strode over to remove the snifter glass from Adam’s fingertips. “Sadly, I know what you mean. And this does not help.”
“I’ve known her since she was ten, Jack!” Adam thrust out a hand, roiled by what he had just done to this sweet, shy woman.
“And? She was a charming child then. Now you have—”
“Wrecked her life! That’s what I’ve done!”
Jack narrowed his eyes on his brother. “How late did you stay at White’s last night?”
When Adam said “Ba!” and shook his head, Jack peered at Reggie. “How late?”
The man winced and brushed imaginary crumbs from his cravat. “Five. Six. Not certain. We were winning at dice, you see, and couldn’t leave.”
Jack glared at the ceiling. “I hope to god it was profitable.”
Adam grinned through his pain. “Five thousand in my pockets I hadn’t had before!”
The far door opened again. An auburn–haired man stuck his head in. “What the hell is the delay here?”
Jack beckoned him. “Wes, Adam is having a rather belated moment of introspection. Do come in and help me talk sense into our youngest brother.”
Wes took a step inside and shut the door behind him. In his cavalryman’s dress blues, he leaned back against the door. “What’s the matter, Adam? Nerves?”
Adam rolled his shoulders. “Every man’s entitled. You told me so yourself.”
“That,” Wes chuckled as he limped over to the chair beside Adam and fell into it, “is before a man goes into battle!”
“Well, I am!”
Wes gave him the quelling glance his men termed The Demand. “You are married.”
“I know I thought it a good idea. Despite the horror of my marriage to Sarah.” The mere mention of his first wife sent a wave of revulsion through him. “Everyone thought it a good idea. My colleagues. The Prime Minister. But you both, most of all, know this won’t work.”
Wes pursed his lips. “I’ve seen your new lady wife, and I say give it a go. If you admit defeat before you start, you’re doomed.”
“This is not a cavalry charge,” Adam murmured.
Wes shrugged. “Perhaps it should be.”
“Wes, have a little pity,” Adam pleaded, his head splitting from too much whiskey and too little sleep.
“No pity for you,” Wes shot back. “Felice lives up to her name in temperament as far as I can tell. And her figure, Adam, has certainly become more alluring than when I last saw her in Great Aunt Amaryllis’ garden.”
“She was ten!”
“Was she, now? Hmm. No wonder she was flat-chested.”
“Now see here,” Adam admonished his older brother. “Her figure is—”
“Superb and yours to explore.” Wes wiggled his brows suggestively, then looked at Jack. “We met her when we first summered at Aunt’s house. What year was it Father foisted us off on the poor old gel?”
Adam groaned. “It doesn’t matter!” I liked her then. Enjoyed her wit and intelligence every time we met. Now I’ve gone and hurt her irrevocably.
Jack shook his head. “Don’t argue with him, Wes. He’s got a snoot full from an all-night gambling rout at White’s. It only encourages him to debate you. And neither of us can ever outtalk him.” He gave his brother, the Colonel and Man of Action, a wide-eyed look of despair. “The curse is upon him.”
“Oh, hell,” Wes mourned. “Not that again.”
Adam frowned at both of his brothers. “That again? I don’t seem to recall that either of you is yet married. Why not?”
“Not our time,” Jack told him.
“No woman I like enough,” Wes added. “You, Jack?”
“None I cannot live without,” Jack said with pointed disdain for the subject. “Come on, Adam, let’s do our drinking out there with all the others.”
“They all wonder, you know,” Adam offered, his gaze on the door.
“What?” Reggie asked when the two Stanhope brothers didn’t respond to him.
All three Stanhopes considered Reggie Mortenson with bleak expressions.
Adam answered for them all. “They wonder when Felice will leave me. As we speak, they are out there taking wagers on the number of months she remains.”
“The Stanhope women don’t all leave,” Jack reminded Adam.
The three brothers winced and looked at anything but each other. Adam knew each man thought of his own mother and how each had died in succession. And even though Jack’s mother passed away after a riding accident, Wes’s died of consumption and Adam’s of childbed fever, the ton declared each woman had suffered first and foremost from a broken heart.
“He says he loved each one,” Jack reminded them of the phrase their father repeated to them often.
Adam shut his eyes. “He declares he loved Clarice’s mother, too!” Their charming half-sister Clarice had been Stanhope’s by-blow, conveniently born between Jack and Wes.
“Aye,” Wes acknowledged with a smirk. “In his prime, the man was a walking satyr.”
Jack inclined his head toward Wes. “Astonishing, isn’t it, that he managed his estates as well as he did, hopping from bed to bed like a right royal degenerate.” He flourished a hand. “Yet, he cared for each woman he bedded.”
Adam growled. “How can you believe him?” He had never known their father to be honest with anyone, least of all his three legitimate sons. “You were four years old,” Adam reminded Jack, then faced Wes. “And you were two when I was born and my mother took a childbed fever. How can you know that he tells the truth?”
Jack rolled a shoulder. “Perhaps on this one issue…”
Adam shook his head, hands fisted on his hips. “I long to see the day each of you faces a woman whom you do not wish to kill with the family curse.” He straightened his cravat and ran two hands through his hair. “For god’s sake. Open the damn door, Wesley, I’m ready to claim my bride and ruin both our lives.”
* * * * *
4 Brothers, 4 Love Affairs, 4 Marriages
That Challenge the Family Curse
Jack, Adam, Wes and Mark Stanhope fear falling in love. No wonder. No Stanhope has enjoyed a happy marriage in centuries. What does it take to change the family curse? Courage? Devotion? Love?
LORD STANHOPE’S IMPROPER PROPOSAL
Adam Stanhope is a politician who needs a wife. When he marries for convenience, he overlooks the fact that he cares for his lovely childhood friend more than he should.
LADY FEATHERSTONE’S FERVENT AFFAIR
Wes Stanhope is a national hero, but he’s wounded physically and emotionally. When the woman he loves wants to help him, he learns that the woman he adores can be just as courageous in the bedroom as he was on the battlefield.
MISS DARLING’S INDECENT OFFER
Jack Stanhope leads a carefree existence but when he meets Emma Darling, he realizes that in saving this woman from dastardly men is his saving grace.
THE BASTARD’S PASSIONATE PRIZE
Illegitimate Mark Stanhope expects nothing from his family, but when they save him, he in turn saves a young noblewoman who has the valor to stand against others who would abuse her.
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About the Author
Cerise DeLand loves to cook, hates to dust, lives to travel, read—and write sexy romances. A Top 20 Bestselling author on many sites, Cerise is known for writing eloquent, rapturous stories.
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November 24, 2014
When Daddy Catches You Playing with Yourself… #MasturbationMonday
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 soon!).
This is my second week sharing this story on Masturbation Monday, (you can read the beginning of the story here from last week), 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 a vibrator and she’s using it under the covers while her Daddy, sexy firefighter Hunter, sleeps next to her. She hopes he doesn’t wake up because she’s not supposed to play with herself without his permission…
Aroused, she inhaled then held her breath as she pressed the “on” button. An excessive whirring noise erupted from the machine, and Charmaine flinched, exhaling only once she determined Hunter hadn’t woken up. She lay back and ran the external vibrating finger over her clit, grinding her hips against the pulsing tip. She moved the tool in and out of her quaking pussy, and just as she got the right groove going between her legs, Hunter stirred. Frantically, she pressed a button near the edge of the toy, but that only turned on an additional feature and made the damned thing screech louder.
“What’s that noise?” Hunter mumbled.
“Uh, nothing,” she said, hurriedly pressing more buttons, which only caused the vibrator to cycle in different patterns. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Puuuuuulse. She patted him on the arm. “Shhh. Go back to sleep.”
He rubbed his eyes with a fist. “What are you doing over there?”
“Nothing,” she squeaked then removed the vibrator from her cunt and scrambled to get out of bed, all the while attempting to turn off the blasted thing.
Hunter rose up on one elbow. “Kitten, what have you got there? Let me see.”
“What?” she held the buzzing vibrator behind her back, still fumbling with the tiny knobs on it. Her heart raced, her stomach clenched. Why did it have such complex controls and why couldn’t she turn it off?
He sat up and held his palm out flat. “Hand it to Daddy,” he said in a tone that told her he meant business.
She hesitated.
“Now,” he said sharply, and she knew it would not behoove her to disobey him.
Cursing to herself, she gingerly handed over the vibrating contraption.
He took it from her and shut it off by pressing a single button. She wanted to roll her eyes at how simple he’d made that look, but that wouldn’t help her case. He ran a hand over the toy’s jellied shaft and passed it under his nose, smelling her.
She winced, humiliated.
“So why was my girl fucking this thing when I was lying right next to her?”
She shrugged.
“That’s not an answer.”
“I just…I guess I was horny.”
“I see,” he mused.
His apparent lack of anger emboldened her. “You can’t blame me. You haven’t had any time for me lately,” she said petulantly.
“And that’s a valid reason to go against my instructions?”
She stuck out her bottom lip. “You know I need more attention, Daddy.”
He nodded. “I know, but didn’t I tell you to wake me up if that’s what you needed?”
“Yes, but…” She didn’t have a satisfactory answer. He always encouraged her to rouse him up if she needed a good fucking, but she hadn’t wanted to. She wanted to rail against him for working such long hours, and he knew it.
“Take off your nightgown,” he barked.
For a brief moment she considered being difficult, starting a fight, but thought better of it. This was what she needed, what she craved.
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November 21, 2014
I Don’t Deserve a Spanking Daddy
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’s afraid of getting in trouble 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…
In one fluid movement she slipped the silky nightgown over her head and tossed it on the floor.
He stood up, set the vibrator on the bedside table, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
She crossed to him, hoping this was an invitation to sit on his lap, but he took her outstretched arms and placed them by her sides. “Over my knee.”
Frowning, she draped herself across his lap. “I don’t know that I deserve a spanking, Daddy.”
“Really? And since when is that your determination to make?”
“Never,” she mumbled glumly.
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Cranberries & Spice Blog Hop: Win a Toddy with Four Dashing Pirates!
Welcome to the Cranberries & Spice Blog Hop!
Happy Holidays – This year, as always, I’m thankful for my readers and the opportunity to meet new ones. Since our darling host Natasha Blackthorne is an author of historical erotic romance, I decided to feature my historical trilogy, The Pirates of the Jolie Rouge. (These books are best read in order.) To enter my giveaway, please leave a comment and enter the Rafflecopter below., I will be giving away a $15 Starbucks Gift Card, a swag pack, and an eBook of Bound by the Buccaneer. Today I’m sharing a spicy excerpt from the menage a quatre scene in that very book…
Excerpt – Bound by the Buccaneer
When they reached the Lucky Sloop, Hatch laid a hand on her shoulder. “You may not always see me, Missy, but I will be there to see they do not harm you. If you should like to stop any proceeding you need only call out my name, and I will see to it your wishes are enforced.” With that he silently pulled a blade from his back pocket and ran it in front of his throat in a mock demonstration of what he would do to anyone who tried to harm her.
Frederica gave him a wan smile. “Your protection is greatly appreciated my friend, but I deem it will prove unnecessary.”
Hatch emitted a low growl and opened the door for her. She took a deep breath and prayed that she was right and these men would not harm her.
The proprietor showed them to a back room she’d never seen. To her surprise it looked more like a meeting room than a bed chamber. She sighed with relief. Perhaps these men had no intention of bedding her. Perhaps they’d merely been testing Gaston to gauge his reaction.
She suddenly felt a cool sweat bead up on her skin, and she feared she might faint. She looked around and tried to gather her bearings. She needed to sit down.
“Miss Beauchamp, why don’t you take a seat?” Miles Appling rushed toward her and helped her to a chair. There were several thick, wooden chairs surrounding a large table in the center of the room.
Pugwash loitered in the corner, a mug in one hand his pipe in the other. Edward Chatham slid into the seat next to her and offered her something to drink.
“I’ll have some rum,” she said.
Chatham smiled shyly and poured her a cup from a bottle sitting on the table.
Appling refilled his mug from another bottle which she assumed was whiskey and stood beside her. Fixing his gaze on hers he said, “We are so pleased you could join us, Mademoiselle Beauchamp.” Then he lifted a lock of her long brown hair and ran his fingers across a string of shells that danced in her mane. “Lovely,” he remarked.
“Thank you,” was all she could manage. In polite company his gesture would have been rude, but it made her stomach flutter with excitement. Perhaps they were going to take her after all.
Pugwash approached the table. He was not classically handsome like the other two men, but there was something interesting about the way he carried himself. He was a confident man, and Frederica had no trouble seeing how he could inspire boatloads of men to follow him. The man was a clearly a born leader. He winked at Frederica bawdily. “Have a drink, lass. We’re here to have a little fun, not to worry you.”
She let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Cheers!” she said and lifted her cup to theirs. “And you may call me Frederica.”
The men banged cups and they all drank up.
The men asked her about herself and she told them the story of how she’d been captured by a band of nasty pirates and how Gaston had helped her escape. When she was finished with her tale, Appling shook his head and chuckled. “That Galette’s one lucky bastard. We’ll do well to have him on our side.”
“Aye,” the other men agreed and each of them raised a glass. Miles suggested they play a game, one that would make Frederica more comfortable. Relieved they were behaving so civilized, she nodded in agreement and Chatham pulled out a deck of cards.
The rules of the game were that Frederica would play a round against each of the men in turn. Both players would draw a card from the deck and the player with the lowest card was deemed the loser. The penalty for losing was that the loser would have to remove an item of clothing.
Frederica immediately recognized that if she had to play each man one after the other each of them only getting a turn every third round, the odds were stacked so she would be stark naked before any of the men. She considered protesting, but instead took a sip of liquid courage and smiled nervously. No sense postponing the inevitable.
Chatham was up first and he drew a ten.
Frederica pulled out the jack of spades. “I won!” Frederica exclaimed, surprised. She’d been convinced the men would cheat and she expected to lose every hand. It bolstered her spirits to see she’d been wrong. “You must remove something, Captain Chatham,” she teased getting into the spirit of the game.
“Edward,” he said. “Please call me Edward.”
She nodded her assent. The rum had loosened him up. The boyish nerves he’d shown when they’d first met had been replaced with an easy flirtatiousness. He stood up and with a slow, sly grin he removed his white shirt, keeping his eyes on Frederica the whole time.
Unconsciously, she’d begun to fan herself and Pugwash observed, “Getting’ a bit ‘ot in ‘ere, ain’t it, lass?”
A giggle accompanied by a hiccup erupted from Frederica’s throat, and that made all the men laugh. Frederica stared at Edward’s frame. He was tall, not as tall as Hatch, but taller than most men, and every inch of his body was covered in lean, sinewy muscles. His breeches slung low on his hips allowing her a glimpse of the well-defined “v” that pointed south and hinted at unthinkable carnal delights.
More about the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy
(Book 3 coming in 2015)
Rescued by the Buccaneer
When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates. The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.
After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.
As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.
Publisher’s Note: Rescued by the Buccaneer is the first book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including elements of BDSM and humiliation, and more.
What are People Saying about Rescued by the Buccaneer?
“This was my first Normandie Alleman story and wow was I impressed! She really puts together a great story! …This was a wonderful mixture of high seas action and drama, mixed with island romance and hot sex, further combined with a fun engaging plot that kept me turning the pages… This was action packed, romantic, sexy; had great emotional character development, and some awesome spankings! What a fun read! I can’t wait for the next story! ~Author Katherine Deane *****5 Stars!
“I have become an avid fan of [Normandie Alleman’s] reading everything by her. She is definitely one of my top 5 favorite authors. When she told me she was writing a historical pirate trilogy I was intrigued. I usually despise anything historical but I wanted to see if Normandie remained herself when writing this. By adding a strong personality and a sprinkle of humor, she does just that!…I loved Rescued By The Buccaneer because it has a strong buildup that will lead you into wanting to read the rest of the trilogy. Book One is mostly the buildup to let you know about the characters and their various personalities. I look forward to reading Book Two, Bound By The Buccaneer later this year!” ~Felicity Mad Gypsy in Wonderland *****5 Stars!
“The author did a great job of keeping the reader interested from the very beginning. Well written and just a hot sexy read. This is a great beginning to a new series. Can’t wait to see what Normandie Alleman has in store for us next.” ~Dsaraceni *****5 Stars!
“The lead female character, Frederica, is such a strong woman and I loved her from the start. Tough when she needs to be, which unfortunately was quite often, but then open and appreciative of life and it’s adventures as well. Gaston is her hero, in more ways than one, and even though he has had his heart closed off for many years he just can not resist Freddie. This is a great beginning to a trilogy and I am looking forward to the next one!” ~SH *****5 Stars!
“If you like a strong, sexy, alpha pirate and a stubborn, saucy wench you will enjoy this book!” ~blondie
“From start to finish Normandie Alleman has taken readers on an erotic journey full of danger amidst exotic locales. In essence, this story is a naughty take on Gilligan’s Island as two lost and lonely souls find love at an unexpected time and place.” ~J. Faltys
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Bound by the Buccaneer
Two years have passed since Frederica joined Gaston aboard the Ocean’s Knave, and with every passing hour they have fallen more deeply in love. By day she is the ship’s physician, but at night she serves her captain in his bed, offering her body for him to punish and pleasure until she begs for more. But after a successful run of raiding other pirate ships, the couple have a target on their backs.
Their only hope is to form an alliance with a trio of like-minded captains, but in order to guarantee the cooperation of these unyielding, battle-hardened men, Gaston is forced to offer them a night with Frederica. Reluctantly, she agrees to be shared with the men, but afterwards Gaston finds it difficult to forgive himself for bartering Frederica’s charms. As jealousy and desperation threaten to consume him, will Gaston lose his beloved Frederica or can he weather the storm and find a way to bind her to him forever?
Publisher’s Note: Bound by the Buccaneer is the second book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy, which began with Rescued by the Buccaneer. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a foursome, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more.
What are people saying about Bound by the Buccaneer?
“Author Normandie Alleman knows how to raise the heat way past, steamy, melting hot…” ~Karen on Amazon *****5 Stars
“I have read a lot of Alleman and I can say this is the raunchiest thing she has written to date. This proves what happens when an author takes a risk. I enjoyed Bound By The Buccaneer and will definitely say the sex level is up. WOW! I cannot wait to see how this exciting trilogy comes to a close in the next book.” ~Felicity, Mad Gypsy in Wonderland Reviews *****5 Stars
“I loved the first one and this one is even better! Oh, man is it HOT!! If you like a good pirate story, this one is great, with adventure, romance, danger and HOT steamy stuff 
then click and buy! This story picks up right where the first one left off however it stands alone very nicely. If you haven’t read the first ‘Rescued by the Buccaneer’ you really should and you should make sure you don’t miss this one!!” ~SH on Amazon *****5 Stars
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Spanking Stacy – Lianah Morgan #FriendsOnFriday
Join me in welcoming Lianah Morgan to Friends on Friday this week where we’re spotlighting her new bundle of Stacy books.
Spanking Stacy
Spanking Stacy: Books One & Two includes all of Lianah Morgan’s popular Stacy stories to date! Save money when you purchase them together!
Includes:
Stacy and the Father of the Bride (Spanking Stacy Book One)
It all starts with a spanking…
Stacy has always had a crush on her best friend Amber’s devastatingly handsome, but stalwartly conservative father. On the eve of graduation, and just weeks before the virginal Amber’s ill-advised wedding to her high school sweetheart, Stacy and Mr. McCormick have an encounter that changes everything. When Amber’s wedding day arrives, Stacy and Mr. McCormick find themselves alone in the bridal suite where things heat up in ways Stacy never even imagined.
WARNING: This 7000+ word short story involves spanking scenes as well as graphic, rough (but consensual) sex between a young, naughty woman and her best friend’s daddy, an older man. Intended for ages 18+ ONLY.
Stacy’s Room (Spanking Stacy Book Two)
Find out what Mr. McCormick has in mind for Stacy in the sizzling sequel to Stacy and the Father of the Bride!
Stacy’s been waiting all summer to get another moment alone with her best friend Amber’s handsome father, Mr. McCormick. She can hardly think about anything other than their explosive meeting in Amber’s bridal suite. Finally, on the eve of her departure, Mr. McCormick shows up at Stacy’s house for a surprise visit. Amber’s Daddy takes Stacy to new heights as their relationship starts to become much more than just one little tryst.
WARNING: This 7000+ word story contains scenes of hot, steamy sex including blindfolds, willing, eager submission, and anal play. Intended for ADULTS ONLY, age 18+. All characters are 18 years or older, and not related in any way, shape, or form.
Excerpt
“Stacy reached into her purse and felt around for the pack of cigarettes and the free matchbook that had come with it. She slipped around the balcony to an unlit corner of the house, carefully opening the packaging with her hands still hidden in the depths of her giant slouchy purse. The wind was brisk, so Stacy squatted down behind the protection of the thick glass wall to strike a match and attempt to light her first cigarette. It took two matches, but she managed and then puffed experimentally.A loud cough forced its way out of her assaulted throat, and Stacy struggled for breath while making sure not to toss the burning cigarette into the dry brush on the sloping cliffside below. The sound of a sliding door opening didn’t help. Mr. McCormick stepped out onto the balcony, shut the door behind him, and strode over to Stacy. Crap, she thought.
She was still doubled over when he reached her, and she saw his shoes first. No doubt he’d be furious with her, and probably call her mom. Stacy finally caught her breath. She winced in anticipation of Mr. McCormick’s disappointed face and looked up. To Stacy’s surprise, he didn’t seem furious at all. In fact, one side of his mouth was quirked upward and he looked almost…amused. Stacy straightened herself up and began looking around wildly for a place to put out the cigarette. Her words came out in a rush as she searched.
“Mr. McCormick, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, I—”
He laughed, and Stacy was dumbfounded.
“First cigarette?”
She tilted her head quizzically before she answered.
“Yeah…?”
“Well? How was it?”
“I—I don’t know,” Stacy stammered, finally stabbing the burning cigarette into the soil of a potted cactus, “I didn’t get much more than a puff before I started coughing. Aren’t you angry?”
“You’re an adult now, and at least you had the decency not to fling that thing over into the brush.”
Stacy’s eyebrows shot up as she looked at him incredulously.
“Oh.”
A flicker of something flashed across Mr. McCormick’s face.
“In fact—“
He cut himself off, pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.
“In fact, have you got another one?”
Stacy was dumbstruck again. Of all the things she’d expected when the door opened, this hadn’t been among them.
“Uh, sure,” she finally replied as she rummaged through her purse again. She withdrew the pack, pulled out a cigarette and proffered it to him along with the matches.
“Give me another one.”
Stacy complied and stared up at him curiously. His hair was a shade of silvery, salt and pepper gray, and his jawline could cut glass. Mr. McCormick had always been a “hot dad,” but something about him behaving so oddly, standing on the balcony at sunset with his sleeves rolled up made Stacy’s stomach fill up with butterflies. She watched in awe as he put both cigarettes between his lips and lit them together with one match cupped behind his hand. He took them from his mouth as he shook out the match and shoved it into the cactus plant alongside Stacy’s cigarette butt. Then he cocked his head and smiled, holding second cigarette out to her.
Stacy’s shorts suddenly felt too short, but she stepped closer to Mr. McCormick and took the cigarette from his hand, trying not to jump when their fingers brushed lightly. While she watched Mr. McCormick take a drag, Stacy crossed her arms and held the cigarette like the models she remembered from overly-scented fashion magazines when she was much younger. She hoped the affectation made her look glamorous and more mature.
“Go on,” he said, exhaling tendrils of smoke from his mouth, “try it. Just don’t suck on it too hard.”
Stacy gulped at the word “suck.” Inadvertently, her eyes dropped for a fraction of a second to the slight bulge at the crotch of his trousers before she obediently put the cigarette to her lips.
“Just breathe normally. Don’t suck it like a straw. Not yet, anyway.”
He looked at her expectantly as he took another drag. Stacy raised the cigarette to her lips and breathed in, feeling nervous as the smoke filled her mouth and throat. She took it away—still posing like a model—and exhaled slowly, pleased when her body wasn’t wracked by another coughing fit. Mr. McCormick began to clap softly, letting his cigarette dangle loosely from his lips as he spoke.
“There she is!”
Stacy beamed brightly. Pleasing Mr. McCormick made her feel warm and nervous, but happy. He was a good guy. And a handsome one at that. Stacy had always thought of him as a bit of a substitute father figure, but she wasn’t blind. Embarrassed, she tried not to ogle him too obviously as he leaned over the balcony and peered out at the sun, which was barely a sliver over the water now. Stacy copied his stance, and they stood there puffing silently until the sun sank below the horizon. Her body felt like it was on fire as she stood next to him, and the spot where their bare forearms kept almost touching was utterly unbearable. They finished their cigarettes as darkness fell and shoved the butts into the cactus plant. After a moment, Mr. McCormick turned to Stacy with a somber expression. He took her by the chin and tilted her face towards his. She wondered if he might kiss her, and then she realized that she desperately wanted him to.
Instead, he spoke as he loomed over her.
“I’m not going to tell your mother about this, but I can’t allow you to do this kind of thing in my house. Amber is very impressionable.”
Gone was the laid back smoker of moments before, and in his place was the stalwart and stern Mr. McCormick. Stacy was too shocked by the sudden change to respond.
“You’re going to bend over the railing.”
“Wh-what?”
“Bend over the railing, Stacy.”
“But why?”
“Because you’ve got to be punished somehow. Mrs. McCormick doesn’t allow smoking anywhere near the house, and not only did you smoke but you made me smoke too. Bend over.”
Even as the absurdity of his accusation hit her, Stacy remembered her mother’s mortified rage the last time she’d received a disciplinary call from Mr. McCormick. Anything was better than one of her mother’s tantrums. She bent over.
“Good girl.”
Stacy had begun to suspect what was about to happen, and she could only brace herself for impact. Her body began to tremble even though she tried to steady herself, but she was shaking with anticipation rather than fear. Her heart pounded, and she silently begged him to touch her ass gently at least once before he spanked it.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Mr. McCormick placed his hand on her ass, rubbed it gently a few times from one side to the other, and then squeezed each buttock firmly, as if testing them. His fingertips dug the bare skin where her thighs met her bottom just below the hem of her shorts as he squeezed. Stacy’s breaths became shallow, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the sensation of Mr. McCormick’s fingers touching her in a place they definitely shouldn’t be. When he took his hand away, Stacy whimpered in spite of herself before Mr. McCormick’s hand came back, hard, spanking her so roughly that it stung through her shorts.
Stacy cried out as she soaked her panties.
“Okay, that’s it. Don’t make me do something like that again.”
“Just the one?” she asked, hoping her disappointment wasn’t too apparent.
“Just the one. Smoking isn’t that naughty; I just can’t have you making me do it. And promise me you won’t introduce it to Amber.”
“Uh, okay. I promise.”
The sound of an engine starting in front of the house snapped them both to attention. Mr. McCormick pulled out his phone and checked the time again.
“That must be Jason’s car. Judy’s going to be home soon. You should run and catch him if you don’t want to have to call your mother for a ride,” he said kindly.
“Oh gosh, I’ve got to go!”
“Go on then.”
His eyes were soft again, and being alone with him in the dark while her ass still stung in the place where he had struck it was almost too much to take. Stacy shoved her misgivings to the back of her mind and simpered at Mr. McCormick, flashing her best friend’s father what she hoped was a sultry, flirtatious smile.
Then she grabbed her bag and took off running to catch a ride home with Jason…”
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November 17, 2014
Daddy’s Naughty Girl #MasturbationMonday
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 soon!).
I will be sharing this story with you over the next few weeks here on Masturbation Monday, 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 when they occur. You may unsubscribe at any time. I hope you like this story about the naughtiest of the Daddy’s Girls. (and if you’ve read the first two books in this series you know what I mean about Charmaine!)
Charmaine threw back the blanket and swung a leg atop the covers. The room was silent with the exception of of Hunter’s snoring which filled the air and only added to her frustration. One of his fellow firefighters had been badly burned on the job recently, and Hunter had been working extra shifts for the past two weeks to help pick up the slack.
While she understood, the time away from him took its toll on their relationship. She was a high maintenance girl and since Hunter hadn’t had time to pay much attention to her lately, she’d turned into a real brat.
Moonlight streamed in through the tall windows of his warehouse-like apartment and she could make out the outline of his handsome, muscular form. Awake, her larger-than-life man seemed to occupy all the space in a room, whereas asleep, he appeared as vulnerable as any other man.
She longed to trace a finger over his bicep, draw a path across the sinewy planes of his torso leading to his rock-hard abs. By then his cock would be hard, ready for her. Thinking about touching him sent a shudder of desire through her, and she had to fight the urge to climb atop him and ride him until her aching pussy found some relief.
Instead she parted her legs slightly and using only her fingertips, traced the petal-like folds of her sex. Tilting her head back, she tried to relax and let the pleasing sensation to wash over her. Her own touch felt nice, but nothing like the stroke of Hunter’s big, strong fingers pressing against her flesh, searching inside her, desiring her.
Fiddling with herself only frustrated her further. Her mind wouldn’t allow her to get carried away in fantasy, not with Hunter lying right next to her. The vibrator was the only thing that was going to help her sleep now. If she used it, she would climax and the physical release would help her drift off to sleep.
There was only one problem. Hunter was her Dominant, and she wasn’t supposed to masturbate without his permission. In their private little world where she’d agreed that her cunt belonged to him, her orgasms belonged to him too. He wasn’t terribly restrictive with this rule. He sometimes gave her instructions to play with herself when he worked long hours, but she needed his permission.
Her fingers had been a good plan because they were quiet. Unfortunately, the vibrator was loud. What if she woke him? Lying in bed staring at the ceiling she considered her options. Continue tossing about restlessly or make herself come so she could drift off to dreamland.
To hell with it. She got out of bed defiantly and crept to the closet where Hunter kept his sex toys. She knew there was a vibe in there, he’d used it on her before. Flicking on the light, she peered back into the bedroom to be sure he was still sleeping. When she saw he was, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She found what she was looking for, tiptoed back to the bed, and slipped under the covers. Maybe the comforter would muffle the sound. She got comfortable and inserted the tip of the rubbery purple cock into her opening. It felt cold, and its jelly-like texture didn’t feel like a real penis, but she was determined to find a release so she pulled it out then shoved it back inside herself, this time deeper. After a few more tries her juices had successfully lubricated the fake cock and she caressed her breast with her other hand, lazily pinching and pulling at her nipple, bringing it to attention.
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November 14, 2014
The Only Way to Handle Your Girl, Fellows! #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Today I wanted to share something with you that I found in the Kinky Books Museum, aka the Carter Johnson Leather Library last summer. This is a real letter to the editor from an old magazine (wish I’d made a note of which one!) In case you’re curious about the museum and want to see more pictures, check out the Daddy’s Girl Books being inducted into a Kinky Books Museum. What a fun place to peruse!
Handle Your Girl
Lol! I thought my friends into Domestic Discipline would appreciate this letter as much as I did.
Next week I’ll be back, sharing from a new FREE Daddy’s Girl story, and then I’ll begin sharing from the upcoming third book in the Daddy’s Girl Series.
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