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October 28, 2016
MACHINE: A Bad Boy Romance – Chapter One FREE
Read the first chapter of MACHINE: A Bad Boy Romance starring the Queen of Reality TV and the man she doesn’t yet know is the King of Porn.
Chapter One
I did not step on that man.
Yes, the video looks like I did, but I didn’t.
I stepped over him. There’s a difference.
The media takes footage and turns it into what they want it to be.
A voice in the back of my head pipes up. Isn’t that exactly what you and your family do with your reality TV show? Control the message that the public sees?
Ugh. This was exactly the kind of ruminating that resulted in me having a car wreck last week.
I was heading over to the auto shop where they were doing the bodywork on my busted up Escalade. My sister Ivy said I was lucky to only get a bump on the head, but having a headache for three days didn’t feel all that lucky.
Rolling to a stop at a red light, I pulled down my sun visor, flipped open the mirror in my loaner car, and studied the bump on my head. It was definitely healing, but that goose egg had cost me a modeling gig I’d really been hoping for.
In fact, that cosmetics company had been all hot and heavy to book me a few weeks ago, so I couldn’t believe it when they cancelled on me.
They said it was due to my injury, but they could fix that with Photoshop, couldn’t they? Staring at my head, I thought I was doing a pretty good job covering it up myself with makeup. You couldn’t even see the yellowish-green bruise that ringed the bump.
Then it hit me—what if they were just saying it was because of my injury when it was really because of that incident with the homeless vet? Most of the time I’m aware of people with their phones out, but I was down in Austin, away from the paparazzi I’d thought, and somebody caught me saying that wrong thing at the wrong time.
People were so sensitive these days, and they had no interest in cutting me any slack. It was the price I paid for being the daughter of a rock star, the star of my mother’s reality show, and the sister to a couple of pop stars and a professional basketball player.
People thought my life was perfect, and therefore, I needed to be perfect.
Except I’m not. Not even close.
Like when it looked like I was asking why the homeless guy didn’t have a job while I was stepping over him.
Only it turned out he was this brave veteran and it looked like I was stepping on him. The whole thing went viral and trended on Twitter for over thirty-six hours, a record for me, our publicist said. I guess my fans usually had a shorter attention span than that.
Crap. So now I was losing jobs over this fiasco. I wasn’t all that surprised, but it made me feel worse.
Some days being in the spotlight sucked.
I don’t mean to sound like a privileged butthole, but until you’ve lived under that pressure, how can you judge?
Someone in a car behind me beeped their horn, alerting me that the traffic light had turned green without me noticing. I stepped on the gas and flew through the intersection, taking advantage of the pep of this little car. It might be fast, but I still missed my clunky old Escalade. Driving the little car made me feel short and unprotected from the world. I’d be glad to get back my big old tank of a vehicle.
I pulled up to the garage where my Escalade was being repaired and inched into a parking space only meant for small cars. Flipping down the mirror again, I checked my lipstick then went inside. My brother Nick had recommended this place to me. When he’d gotten his first contract, Nick had gone through a phase where buying cars was his biggest vice. Along the way, he’d picked up enough mechanical problems that he needed a good mechanic. Once he’d found Sal, he recommended him and our family had used his garage ever since.
The only catch was that Sal didn’t believe in cell phones. He used a landline, but getting him on it wasn’t always an easy feat, which is why I decided to show up instead. With no modeling job today, I didn’t have anything else of great importance to do. I pushed open the door to the office and chirped at the man behind the counter, “Hi, is Sal here?”
The guy was redheaded and dressed in a gray jumpsuit. I looked for his name. “Peter” was embroidered on a white patch over his heart. Black grease stains covered him from fingertip to elbow, several slashes of it making their way to his face.
“No, Sal wasn’t feeling well. He went home earlier. Anything I can help you with?”
Recognition was starting to lighten his face. He knew he’d seen me somewhere before, but he couldn’t place me. This happened to a lot of men. Their wives, mothers, or sisters watched our show, but since they didn’t pay attention to “girl TV” they had no idea who I was. Either that or they’d seen me on the tabloid magazines lining the grocery store checkout aisles.
“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that. Hope he feels better.” I really meant that. Sal was a nice man. “Yes, hopefully you can. Last week I dropped off my Escalade for some bodywork, but then I was talking to my brother and he mentioned that I might want to tell you guys about some squeaking that I’d been hearing and maybe you could fix that too while it was in here.”
I heard the question mark at the end of my statement, a byproduct of the fact that I knew next to nothing about cars and this environment was not exactly one where I was comfortable. Being in this testosterone-filled, grimy place always made me feel a bit off balance. Sal offset that with his calm attitude and nice manners, but now that he wasn’t here for me to talk with, I was starting to wish I hadn’t come.
“You’re Miss Barnes, right?”
“Yes. Dynassy Barnes.” I flashed him my most charismatic smile and his cheeks splashed a shade prettier than Estée Lauder’s newest blush.
“Yes, ma’am. Let me get somebody who can help you with that.” And with that, he skittered off to the back, leaving me alone to figure out how I’d gone from making him blush to a “ma’am” in less than ten seconds. I shuddered at the title. Hell, I wasn’t even twenty-five yet.
“Thanks, Peter.”
Alone, I looked around and tried to ignore the single ant that crawled across the dingy white tile floor. A baseball game played on the TV in the adjoining lounge, and I zeroed in to find the score was 0-0. I yawned and was about to pull out my phone when one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen walked through the door.
The vibe that entered the room with him was so intense that I almost giggled out loud like a schoolgirl. His sandy-brown hair had just enough curl to give it a mind of its own, and make him look like he’d spent the day surfing. Or maybe doing something more naughty to mess it up.
To my disappointment his navy blue coveralls didn’t have his name scrawled on them, but I did notice a line of tattooed blue stars trailing down one side of his neck, and it made me wonder where that tattoo ended and what other ones he was hiding beneath his clothes. He moved with the grace more common of an athlete than a mechanic, and his green eyes had a soulful intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“How can we help you today?” The Adonis spoke, startling me from my thoughts. His voice was deep and sexy and I wanted to hear more of it.
“Um, I dropped my car off last week, but before I wrecked it, it was giving me some problems.”
“What kind of problems?”
“Like a squeaking problem.”
“Were there times it did it more than others?”
Now I felt stupid, and I wished I could drive the car for him and let him hear it for himself, but I jacked it up pretty good when I hit that tree.
“Not really?”
There I went sounding tentative again.
“It’s probably a belt. We can fix it.”
The confidence in his voice made me think this man could take care of any problems a girl might have.
I let out a big sigh. “That’s a relief. Thank you.”
“You know, you could have just called,” he said, taking me in and shaking his head.
I was accustomed to men looking at me from head to toe, but it was usually lust I saw in their eyes—in this case, it was disdain. He was looking at me like I didn’t belong here.
Glancing down at my white slacks and sky-high heels, I had to agree with him, but I straightened my shoulders and stood up to my full height. “Sal doesn’t believe in cell phones, and since I was passing by, I thought I’d just stop in.”
It was clear he knew I was lying. I wasn’t “in the neighborhood” but he nodded, allowing me to save face.
“That’s cool, but next time you can just call. I’ve got a cell. Here’s my card.”
He extended an arm inked with a thick chain and handed me a card. It said, “Whiteside Auto Repair” at the top, and underneath it “Bridger Thompson.”
“Bridger?” I couldn’t help but want to say his name out loud, this gorgeous man who had my heart racing.
“That’s me.”
“I’m Dynassy Barnes,” I said, extending my hand.
He looked down, and suddenly I was aware of my impeccably manicured nails.
He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you want to shake my hand.”
I inhaled sharply then noticed his hands were almost black with grease, a stark contrast to my creamy fingers dotted with a beige polish.
I laughed awkwardly. “Alright. Anyway, nice to meet you, Bridger.” My eyes scanned for a wedding ring but didn’t find one. That didn’t have to mean anything. I couldn’t see a wife wanting to get a ring as dirty as his hands were now. Maybe there was one tucked safely in a bureau drawer at home, but hey, the naked ring finger was a promising sign.
“Yeah, you too,” he said. “We’ll call you when it’s ready.”
“Thanks.”
“And if you think of anything else you need, you can call me.”
Oh, I was already thinking of some things I needed. Naughty things. Things that would involve him naked in a hot tub…
“Ms. Barnes?”
I must have gotten lost in fantasy land. I swallowed hard. “Oh, sorry. The heat today, it’s got me a little off.” What was with the “Ms” and “ma’am’s” in this place? “You can call me Dynassy.” I tilted my head in a shamelessly flirtatious manner.
“Dynassy,” he repeated and walked me to the front door.
He held the door for me. I stepped outside and turned to give him a big smile. “Thanks. Goodbye.”
“Bye,” he said, and surprised me with a wink.
I was sweating by the time I got back into my loaner car and started it, cranking up the air conditioning to full blast. Damn, Bridger Thompson was hot. I looked down at his card then grasped it in my hand like it was a golden ticket to paradise. Hell, maybe it was. They said mechanics were good with their hands.
I’d never dated a hard-working guy like that. Correction, I’d never dated a blue-collar type of guy. The men I dated fell into three categories. First, there were the money guys who worked behind the scenes. These guys were very impressed with themselves and thought you ought to be too. It usually turned out they wanted me for arm candy and didn’t take the time to get to know me. They were good for escorting me places because they usually had private jets and lots of connections.
Second, I dated other models. This was convenient, and let’s face it—models are attractive, so it was an easy trap to fall into. But once these guys realized I wasn’t going to put them on TV and make them a star, jealously would set in and things often got ugly. The third kind of guys I dated was athletes. I have a strict “don’t fall in love” policy with these fuckboys. The nature of their job makes most of them cheaters. My brother appears to be the exception that proves the rule on this, but most of them can’t keep it in their pants so that’s always a concern.
The one thing all my relationships have in common is that they’re shallow.
One person using the other for something.
I like it that way because it makes me feel safe when I know what to expect. As long as I know someone wants something from me—and I know what that thing is—I’m okay with it.
I’ve never dated “a regular guy,” but three minutes in a room with Bridger Thompson made me wonder what it would be like to be a normal girl dating a normal guy—going home to my suburban home, maybe making dinner for my man, waiting for him to come home. Asking him about his day. Dealing with our normal people problems.
I imagined that after the delicious dinner I cooked, he’d brush the dishes onto the floor with a clatter (ridiculous I know, but it was my fantasy), pull up my skirt, rip off my panties, and take me right there on the table.
Just thinking about having a man that passionate rendered me wet and needy.
I reminded myself to focus on driving. I didn’t need to wreck my loaner car too.
But maybe one day I’d have a man like that…
But it wouldn’t be Bridger Thompson.
I doubted I’d ever see him again.
MACHINEThe Queen of Reality TV meets the Kingpin of Porn
She’s trying to clean up her act.
He’s a purveyor of filth.
It will never work.
But don’t tell them that.
Dynassy Barnes isn’t known for her big heart.
She is, however, known for her heart-shaped ass and the millions of selfies she shares with her army of social media followers. So when she meets a handsome former SEAL, she thinks she may have scored a love connection in addition to a way to redeem her reputation with fans.
Bridger Thompson is a man of many secrets.
When an explosion in Iraq damaged his ability to satisfy his then-fiance, he never dreamed the machine he built to carry out his husbandly duties would turn into a business featuring women using it to satisfy themselves on camera. A business that could never be associated with The Barnes’ Family, the darlings of reality TV.
Despite Bridger’s concern his porn empire will destroy their relationship, Dynassy stirs a desire in him that he hasn’t felt in years, and he’s determined to make her his. Even though he fears he’ll never be able to love her the way she deserves.
For that he would need to become a MACHINE.
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October 21, 2016
Reverse Cowgirl Snippet from Machine #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing a snippet from my new contemporary romance release, MACHINE.
Excerpt from MACHINE
He beckoned me to climb atop him.
But when I did, he shook his head. “Other way. I want to watch that ass bounce up and down on my dick.”
A shiver ran through me. I loved it when he ordered me around like that. I’d never have put up with it from anyone else, but there was something about him that made me feel okay about submitting to him.
Climbing astride him, facing his feet, I lowered myself onto his stiff rod. Knowing he’d requested this position for the view it provided him, I rode him sensuously rounding my hips in a rhythm like a hula dancer.
He smacked my bottom with his hand.
“Ouch!” I cried, though it didn’t really hurt that badly. In fact, I liked it.
His response was to smack it again.
I moaned, enjoying the intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure.
MACHINEThe Queen of Reality TV meets the Kingpin of Porn
She’s trying to clean up her act.
He’s a purveyor of filth.
It will never work.
But don’t tell them that.
Dynassy Barnes isn’t known for her big heart.
She is, however, known for her heart-shaped ass and the millions of selfies she shares with her army of social media followers. So when she meets a handsome former SEAL, she thinks she may have scored a love connection in addition to a way to redeem her reputation with fans.
Bridger Thompson is a man of many secrets.
When an explosion in Iraq damaged his ability to satisfy his then-fiance, he never dreamed the machine he built to carry out his husbandly duties would turn into a business featuring women using it to satisfy themselves on camera. A business that could never be associated with The Barnes’ Family, the darlings of reality TV.
Despite Bridger’s concern his porn empire will destroy their relationship, Dynassy stirs a desire in him that he hasn’t felt in years, and he’s determined to make her his. Even though he fears he’ll never be able to love her the way she deserves.
For that he would need to become a MACHINE.
What are people saying about MACHINE?
“I’ve been following Normandie Alleman ever since her Webmaster series, and the Barnes Family series is completely different but easily becoming one of my favourites.” ~The Crazy Bitch from Bitches N’ Books
“Bridger Thompson may be a man of many secrets, but his biggest secret is that he’s got a heart of gold and a machine that will rock your world. After reading this sensual and thrilling book, you will be wanting a Luv Machine of your own.” ~Liz (Amazon)
“The way the author combines romance, humor, sex, and intrigue is awesome…The Barnes Family have come to stay on my bookshelf.” ~Blog on the Run
“This author has a way of telling a story in such a way that you just can’t put it down. [In Machine] she brings together two lost souls that find a way to complete each other regardless of the obstacles set before them.” ~Mona, OHANA Book Reviews
“Normandie Alleman is known for her racy, unique, and inventive stories, [but] this storyline runs so much deeper. Fast-paced, sexy, and heartwarming.” ~Nina (Amazon)
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October 19, 2016
MACHINE: A Bad Boy Romance is LIVE! #NewRelease
Title: Machine: A Bad Boy Romance
Series: Barnes Family #2
Author: Normandie Alleman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2016
Blurb
The Queen of Reality TV meets the Kingpin of Porn
She’s trying to clean up her act.
He’ s a purveyor of filth.
It will never work.
But don’t tell them that.
Dynassy Barnes isn’t known for her big heart.
She is, however, known for her heart-shaped ass and the selfies she shares with her army of social media followers. So when she meets a handsome former SEAL, she thinks she may have scored a love connection and a way to redeem her reputation with fans.
Bridger Thompson is a man of many secrets.
When an explosion in Iraq damaged his ability to satisfy his then-fiance, he never dreamed the machine he built to carry out his husbandly duties would turn into a business featuring women pleasuring themselves with it on camera. A business that could never be associated with The Barnes’ Family, the darlings of reality TV.
But Dynassy stirs a desire Bridger hasn’t felt in years, and he’s dead set on laying claim to the famous beauty—even though he fears he won’t be able to love her the way she deserves.
For that, he’d need to become a MACHINE.
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Excerpt
I yawned and was about to pull out my phone when one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen walked through the door. The vibe that entered the room with him was so intense that I almost giggled out loud like a schoolgirl. His sandy-brown hair had just enough curl to give it a mind of its own, and make him look like he’d spent the day surfing. Or maybe doing something more naughty to mess it up.
To my disappointment his navy blue coveralls didn’t have his name scrawled on them, but I did notice a line of tattooed blue stars trailing down one side of his neck, and it made me wonder where that tattoo ended and what other ones he was hiding beneath his clothes. He moved with the grace more common of an athlete than a mechanic, and his green eyes had a soulful intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“How can we help you today?” The Adonis spoke, startling me from my thoughts. His voice was deep and sexy and I wanted to hear more of it.
“Um, I dropped my car off last week, but before I wrecked it, it was giving me some problems.”
“What kind of problems?”
“Like a squeaking problem.”
“Were there times it did it more than others?”
Now I felt stupid, and I wished I could drive the car for him and let him hear it for himself, but I jacked it up pretty good when I hit that tree.
“Not really?”
There I went sounding tentative again.
“It’s probably a belt. We can fix it.”
The confidence in his voice made me think this man could take care of any problems a girl might have.
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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. A shamelessly proud basketball mom, Normandie lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS).
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October 10, 2016
Excerpt Reveal – MACHINE (Barnes Family) #ComingSoon
Title: Machine: A Bad Boy Romance
Series: Barnes Family #2
Author: Normandie Alleman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2016
Blurb
The Queen of Reality TV meets the Kingpin of Porn
She’s trying to clean up her act.
He’ s a purveyor of filth.
It will never work.
But don’t tell them that.
Dynassy Barnes isn’t known for her big heart.
She is, however, known for her heart-shaped ass and the selfies she shares with her army of social media followers. So when she meets a handsome former SEAL, she thinks she may have scored a love connection and a way to redeem her reputation with fans.
Bridger Thompson is a man of many secrets.
When an explosion in Iraq damaged his ability to satisfy his then-fiance, he never dreamed the machine he built to carry out his husbandly duties would turn into a business featuring women pleasuring themselves with it on camera. A business that could never be associated with The Barnes’ Family, the darlings of reality TV.
But Dynassy stirs a desire Bridger hasn’t felt in years, and he’s dead set on laying claim to the famous beauty—even though he fears he won’t be able to love her the way she deserves.
For that, he’d need to become a MACHINE.
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Excerpt
“So, I’m not a stranger?” Bridger teased.When he held me in his arms like that, the last thing he felt like was a stranger.“No,” I managed shyly. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I was around him. He and I came from different worlds, but his embrace seemed like the safest place in the world. I suspected those big strong arms that just pulled me around the dance floor could protect me better than any man I’d ever met.“Want to dance some more?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded enthusiastically.
We whirled across the floor, his hand on the small of my back guiding me, the muscles on the back of his neck pulsing under my fingertips. He smelled better than I would have dreamed—a combination of sandalwood and leather that spurred a sense of longing that made me imagine kissing his earlobe.
But before I could summon the courage to do it, the band stopped playing, and Bridger grabbed my hand. “Ready?”
I was ready for anything he wanted, so I said, “Sure.”
He walked me out to the parking lot and stood by an old gray pickup truck. That didn’t surprise me, but when he opened the passenger door to the eggplant-colored Dodge Viper next to it, I was caught off guard.
“I thought—” I started, but then tried to stop myself before I said something stupid, or worse, insulting.
He chuckled. “That the pickup was mine?”
I smiled, but didn’t answer.
“I get it.” Then he mumbled something about an inheritance and got behind the wheel. So, the mechanic, who’d been wounded in combat and was a SEAL no less, was also an heir of some sort. The better I got to know Bridger, the more I realized he was much more complicated than I’d originally thought.
There was a lot more to him than that deliciously curly brown hair and those piercing green eyes.
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B&N / ARe / KOBO / iBOOKS
Author Bio
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. A shamelessly proud basketball mom, Normandie lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS).
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September 30, 2016
Dom Gets Creative with Pearls #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing a scene from the second book in the Web Master Trilogy, TESTED BY HER WEB MASTER, which is only 99 cents for a couple of days!
As I lay there, legs spread wide for him, panting with desire, I remembered why I agreed to the plethora of embarrassing, humiliating predicaments he put me in—because he knew how to take me to heights of bliss I’d never experienced before.
“I’ve got something new for us to play with tonight. A gift actually.” He stood over me, shirtless, and I tried to focus on his words rather than the ripples of his torso.
Lying on my back, wrists and ankles bound with my legs in the air, it felt incredibly naughty to be receiving a present in such a vulnerable and aroused state. “What is it?”
“I’ll go get it.” He left the room for a minute. When he returned he carried what looked like a jeweler’s box. It was long and skinny—the kind used to house necklaces.
A white bow topped the package, and he held it under my nose for me to inspect.
An awkward laugh bubbled up from my throat. “I can’t really open it.”
His intense, dark eyes pierced mine. “Use your teeth.”
Tested by Her Web Master
He’s my addiction, my love—my life.
He’s my Dominant—my everything.
He’s changed me, and I never want to go back.
But now, he’s asking for too much.
Going too far.
It’s out of my comfort zone–not who I am.
I’ll swallow my pride and face my fears
But something tells me he has ulterior motives for this extreme request,
and I will get to the bottom of it.
That is, if I can pass his test.
Tested by Her Web Master is the second book in the Web Master Trilogy and should be read following Her Web Master.
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September 28, 2016
Web Master Trilogy #Audiobook Release
Web Master Trilogy
Author: Normandie Alleman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go… My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me–body, mind, and soul–into an ocean of eroticism.Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we’ve built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, “For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid.” And I am going to pay …
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He’s my addiction, my love—my life.
He’s my Dominant—my everything.
He’s changed me, and I never want to go back.
But now, he’s asking for too much.
Going too far.
It’s out of my comfort zone–not who I am.
I’ll swallow my pride and face my fears
But something tells me he has ulterior motives for this extreme request,
and I will get to the bottom of it.
That is, if I can pass his test.
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She’s my addiction, my love–my life.
She’s changed me, and I never want to go back.
I tried to protect her.
Hell, I tried to protect myself,
but I fucked it all up.
I may be a sick bastard, but I would lay down my life for her.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to make every inch of her mine again.
I always tell her for every ounce of pleasure a price must be paid.
She’s already paid more than she ever owed.
Now it’s my turn to pay.
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This would be the first meeting where I would see my lover face-to-face.He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear.I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.Sure, it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that shocked me. I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir,” but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated via Skype, email, chats, and the occasional phone call, never seeing one another. That is, until today.
I had insisted we not use cameras, even though he implored me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher and couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination.
But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Today I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past few months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d daydreamed about.
Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero in a book. When a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. It was always a disappointment.
I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I pictured him wearing glasses, and possibly a beard.
In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that captivated me. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that.
My phone showed it was 5:12. Any minute now… The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice was a sound I’d come to crave, and hearing it sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in time, to stop while things were still beautiful between us, before reality could mar the fantasy…
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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. A shamelessly proud basketball mom, Normandie lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS).
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September 26, 2016
Road to Destiny by Jani Kay – Release Day Blitz #NewRelease
Title: Road to Destiny
Series: Scorpio Stinger MC #5
Author: Jani Kay
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2016
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Life couldn’t be more perfect.
With the woman I love and twins on the way, I’m a happy man. But the strange thing about life? Nothing stays the same for long. Bad things happen when least expected, throwing the club and my life into chaos. This time I could lose everything that matters to me. My world ripped apart and turned on its axis. Only I can’t allow what Jade and I have to be destroyed. I’ll lay everything on the line, fighting until my last breath because life is worthless without her. Jade is my reason for breathing. This time the fight is not for survival, it’s for love.
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USA Today Bestselling Author – Jani Kay lives in Western Australia within a ten minute walk to the beach which is one of her favorite places to chill out. She has been a bookworm all her life – as a voracious reader, she would gladly spend her last dollar on a book. She is always fascinated that for the mere price of a book (often less than the price of a coffee!), she can escape her life for a while and see through someone else’s eyes into their world. Jani loves the colour red, is a fiery Aries, is impatient and always storming ahead with those ram’s horns, bashing her head…she has a wicked sense of humour and loves laughing. In her ‘other’ life, Jani is a business woman and a scientist – a creative scientist though – she formulates skin care products and brews up concoctions in her laboratory… She has 2 beautiful children who have grown into amazing young adults and Jani is very proud of them.
Besides reading and writing, her favorite ‘thing’ is traveling and drinking cocktails on the beach while watching the sun set over the ocean (Sex on The Beach anyone?).Above all, she believes in Kindness, Karma, Miracles and Magic…
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September 23, 2016
Spanked by the Professor #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! “Back to school” events and activities have taken over my life and my brain during the last month. Now that the kiddos have gone back to school, my thoughts turn to those hot, sexy professors that made going to school all the more interesting. One in particular was my inspiration for the novella, The Professor’s Plaything. Here’s an excerpt:
Snippet from The Professor’s Plaything
“Colette, please. Stop. Come back. Let me talk to you.” John crossed the parking lot and hurried up the steps.
She stuck out her bottom lip. Eyes flashing, she kept going.
He caught her on the stairs, grabbing her by the waist. “Don’t run away from me.”
She struggled to shake him off. “What are you doing?”
Planting one foot on the step above, he turned her over his knee and held her there with strong arms.
Colette screeched. “Stop! No!”
“I’m giving you that spanking you deserve,” he said through gritted teeth.
“No-ho-ho!” she protested.
The palm of his hand landed on the edge of her ass. Thankfully, she wore a one-piece outfit that protected her doomed bottom. But it didn’t matter, because he just pushed the fabric aside, exposing her cheek and slapped the naked skin.
The Professor’s Plaything
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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September 8, 2016
Domestic Discipline: BDSM Dom v. Head of Household – What’s the Difference?
Guest Post By Cara Bristol
Is there a difference between a Dominant (Dom) and a Head of Household (Hoh)?
Dom generally refers to the controlling person in a BDSM relationship while Hoh is the person in charge in a Domestic Discipline marriage. However, that’s just semantics. Is there substantive difference?
My personal opinion is yes, but I think the lines can be squiggly, and the difference can be subtle.
Is the difference one of consent? I would say no. Both lifestyles are consensual. In BDSM, however, the rules and limits are spelled out specifically ahead of time. It’s almost (and may be) a contractual arrangement. In DD, there is a recognized agreement that the husband is the leader, and/or that he makes the final decision when there is a disagreement, but consent is more open-ended, less defined.
In a BDSM relationship the dominance is more ritualized, often with specific practices or protocols. DD is more “relaxed.”
A Dominant generally exercises control over his submissive only. An Hoh typically leads the entire family, and the entire family recognizes him/her as the leader.
The basic difference is in the goal of the domination. I believe the control that a Dominant expresses is an “end” in and of itself. Exercising the dominance and submitting to it is the purpose, the fulfillment. A dominant finds satisfaction in control and the submissive finds satisfaction in surrendering control. With an Hoh, the control exerted is the “means” to an end. The Hoh exercises control to ensure that marriage/family runs smoothly.
The Hoh often has a dominant (small “d”) personality, but doesn’t necessarily have to be. A wife may desire a husband to take a leadership role and he may do it to please her, but it might not be his natural inclination. And some couples may appoint the husband head of the household on religious grounds even though the wife is clearly the more dominant one.
An Hoh can be a Dom as well.
These are generalities. Couples form relationships to suit their needs. There is no set way to practice BDSM or DD.
The two stories in Domestic Discipline showcase two different DD marriages, two types of Hoh’s. Brent in Wife on the Lam provides direction for his wife, to help guide her when needed. Brent and Janelle have a more “traditional” DD relationship with give and take. Rahn and Cadence have a DD relationship that borders on BDSM. Rahm “gets off” on dominating Cadence, and she is turned on by submitting to him. Rahm is a Dom in addition to being an Hoh.
How would you define the difference between Dom and Hoh?
An excerpt from Domestic Discipline
Taking a deep breath, she pushed into Rahm’s office. The door snicked shut. The click of doom.
Her heart and stomach fluttered in the way they always did when she had to confront a very pissed off Rahm. And he was. Very pissed off. She could tell from the tilt of his head, the set of his jaw.
“Lock the door,” he said.
After she turned the deadbolt, he stood and rounded the desk. “Is there something you want to say to me?” he asked.
“I had planned to tell you!” she said. Her knees knocked together, but she strove for a good show by stomping to the guest chair and plopping her butt into it. Then wished she hadn’t because now he towered over her, and the small metal plug he’d inserted in her ass before they’d left for work didn’t seem all that tiny. She shifted onto one hip.
He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “Tell me what?”
He knew. And she knew he knew, so why did a verbal confession seem to carry so much more weight? Why couldn’t they take their knowledge and fly away like pigs?
Because that wasn’t Rahm’s way. He insisted on a full accounting. Rahm’s way or the highway. Rahm’s way or her ass.
No, Rahm’s way and her ass. He would spank her over this. And it wouldn’t be a pretty- please-spank-me-again-it-hurts-so-good kind of paddling. But a wailing-begging-sleep-on-her- stomach-afterwards spanking.
Domestic Discipline Blurb:
Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.
Wife on the Lam
Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.
Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Rahm’s Way
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
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USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.
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August 27, 2016
Daddy’s Girl Prequel #SatSpanks – Becoming Daddy’s Girl
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing a scene from Becoming Daddy’s Girl, the full-length novel prequel to my Daddy’s Girl Series.
Here’s a snippet:
He inched her already-short skirt up to her waist and smacked her ass.
“Oh!” She flinched.
“Hold still,” he barked, then in one swift movement ripped her panties off and tossed the torn material to the side.
She whimpered despite herself, but held still as he swatted her on the bottom again.
“No need to fear me, Kimberly,” he crooned, then smacked her cheeks again. “I simply can’t help but want to spank that delicious ass of yours.” His palm cracked against it again, stinging the skin on her rump. It warmed with each slap of his hand, and for some reason she liked it.
Becoming Daddy’s GirlWhen Kimberly’s boss, Charles, deploys to Iraq before she can admit that she’s fallen in love with him, she intends to do her best to let him go and move on with her life, but everything changes after Charles suffers a near-fatal injury and comes home temporarily to recuperate.
Wounded or not, Charles isn’t going to let a girl like Kimberly slip through his fingers, and he doesn’t hesitate to let her know how he feels. She responds beautifully to his dominant lovemaking, and her willingness to submit to him only increases his desire for her. But when duty sends Charles back overseas, will it tear them apart or can Kimberly’s love for her daddy withstand the storms of war until he comes home and she can be his little girl again?
Publisher’s Note: Becoming Daddy’s Girl is a stand-alone prequel set in the world of the Daddy’s Girl series, and it incorporates characters from the first three books in the series, Daddy Morebucks, Daddy’s Game, and Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more.
What are People Saying About Becoming Daddy’s Girl?“An amazing story about finding love when it is the worst possible timing and fighting for it with your last breath.” ~5 Stars, Jenny B. Harris, Goodreads
“Normandie Alleman is the best author of Daddy Dom/little girl romances around, and she always manages to make this slightly taboo BDSM kink sweetly romantic and extremely hot.” ~5 Stars, JJ’s Kinky Books
“I have read all of Normandie’s book and I believe this is one of the best…a realistic love story.” ~5 Stars, Laurel L., Goodreads
“An incredible love story fraught with fears of rejection on many levels. Charles is one of the most amazing male characters ever. In this world of rapid responses and hash tags and abbreviations the series of deeply touching letters (email) harken back to the days of quills and parchment paper and letters touching the heart. This book is so much more…I wish there was a sequel. I don’t want to see this story end!” ~5 Stars, Jan (Goodreads)
“When [Kimberly and Charles] finally get the chance to come together as a couple, the passion is not only off the charts hot, but beautifully emotional. The connection they have is deep and you can feel it in every page. Becoming Daddy’s Girl is by far the most emotionally charged book from Alleman to date…Amazing.” ~Five Emotionally Charged Stars, Miranda (Mommy’s a Book Whore)
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