Normandie Alleman's Blog, page 4
June 10, 2016
WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance – Chapter One FREE
Read the first chapter in my new book written with USA Today Bestselling Author Jani Kay below.
Chapter One – Wanted: A Monster Billionaire Romance
The sunlight hit my face and I squinted as I stepped outside and drew in a deep breath.
Ah, fresh air.
During the last five years, my cage hadn’t been completely indoors, though it might as well have for all the freedom the exercise yard gave me.
The world smells different when a man is free. Cleaner to be sure, and full of possibilities.
Inside, the air was stale. Stagnant. It smelled of piss, punctured lives, and withered dreams.
The far north wing of the prison was dedicated exclusively to white-collar criminals and there, anything could be bought for a price. I wouldn’t say I lived in luxury, but the conditions on that end of the grounds were far more comfortable and the rules more lenient than where the rapists and murderers were housed. Yet, my freedom of choice had been taken from me and that was the one thing I’d learned to value.
A few moments earlier when those metal bars clanked closed behind me for the last time, I vowed I’d never let anyone lock me up again.
Most inmates accepted the small stipend given to them by the prison and took a bus to their next destination, but I wasn’t most prisoners. I had money, and I intended to use it. I’d arranged for a cab to pick me up because a limo would’ve been ostentatious and might have sent the wrong message, like I wasn’t remorseful for my sins.
I was sensitive to that, even though I’d never committed a fucking crime.
I, Foster Cruise, am innocent.
It was as true five years ago as it was now, yet nobody believed me. Story of my life.
Nobody knew better than me that looks were more important than the truth. Hell, appearance is everything.
I learned that important piece of information after I’d been convicted for helping one of the most notorious thieves in the world, my boss, bilk hundreds of people out of their life savings. I hadn’t known a thing about it, but the authorities claimed that my boss, Arnie Hirsh, had taken their money, claimed to invest it, and had basically stolen it for himself.
A red, white, and blue cab pulled up next to the dark gray prison building just a few feet outside the electric fence topped with loops of razor wire.
I slid into the back seat and slammed the door shut. I never wanted to see that damn place again.
“Where to?” the cabbie asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror but not making eye contact.
“The airport.” No sense going back to where I used to live. Everything I owned was in storage, except for the one suitcase I had with me. Plus, the last time I was in New York, everywhere I went, people were ready to tar and feather me. My face had been plastered across every television news station and all over the internet. It was one of the reasons I’d grown a beard while inside. People were less likely to recognize me, especially on the other side of the country.
A few hours later, as I settled into the comfortable first class seat on the airplane, I took pity—for a moment—on those poor bastards sitting in coach. Was it my imagination, or had the airlines made the seats smaller back there? It looked like first class was getting even more luxurious. I placed the noise cancelling headphones over my ears, reclined my chair to a practically laying down position, and flicked through the new release movie menu for something to distract me from the constant chatter in my brain about both my past and my future. For a few hours, I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to sip on some decent Scotch and relax after I quenched my thirst with an ice-cold beer. Later, when I felt more relaxed, I’d access the internet to check the latest news.
Glancing around the cabin, there weren’t any women who caught my eye. Not that I was looking for a mile-high encounter, but it had been a long five years with nothing but my hand to keep me company. I may have been hard up, but at least I didn’t look it. My clothes were probably a bit dated, but most people weren’t as knowledgeable about fashion as I was. Keyword: was.
Thank God, I’d picked up some magazines at the airport. That would help catch me up, and when I got to California, I’d go on a shopping spree. Build a new wardrobe from scratch.
To be a new man, I needed new clothes. Hell, I was going to have to recreate my entire life. I might as well look good doing it.
No one from my past life was left, except one old friend who’d been too busy with his soccer career to do much other than send me an encouraging note once in a while. The rest of my so-called friends all took off as soon as the indictment came down, and while I was behind bars, my supporters dwindled. Even my family abandoned me.
My mother’s one and only visit was so “traumatic” that she burst into tears and left after only fifteen minutes. What did she imagine life was like for me in there? Regardless, ever since then, the contact with my parents progressed from infrequent to non-existent. During my stint, I’d been lucky to get an e-card at Christmas or on my birthday, and when I e-mailed to tell them I was being released, they didn’t bother to respond.
I tried not to let it bother me. Hell, I was a grown man. I didn’t need Mommy and Daddy anymore. Fuck, I didn’t need anyone. Thanks to a trust fund bequeathed to me from my maternal grandmother, I could buy a small island and never work another day if I wanted to. And fortunately, I’d been smart enough not to let Hirsh get his filthy paws on it.
Okay, that wasn’t completely true. I gave Hirsh a small investment when he first hired me as a show of loyalty. The fucker didn’t need to know I’d be worth billions when I turned thirty. When the money I gave him disappeared, I barely missed it.
A pretty blonde flight attendant approached. She leaned over and gave me a glimpse of her ample cleavage. “Can I get you anything?” she asked in a singsong voice that was more annoying than cheerful.
You, bending over this tray table and me taking that ass. An image of her naked flashed through my mind. I was dying to sink my cock into that bubble butt of hers. Shove her panties in her mouth to shut her up. My cock stirred, pressing against my pants.
“A beer, please. Imported.” Damn, five years was too long to go without a woman.
The beer tasted better than I remembered. It went down smooth, and I ordered another one.
After the second one, I had to piss. I got up from my seat to make a trip to the lavatory.
While I was taking care of business, I couldn’t believe how incredibly small the airline’s restrooms had become. There wasn’t room for a big guy like me to stand up straight in there, much less partake in any mile-high action. Two people even fitting in there would be a tight squeeze. Not that I minded getting up close and personal, but I’d crossed mile-high fucking off my bucket list years ago. Been there, done that.
I closed the door behind me and as I headed toward my seat, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
The nerdy man seated across the aisle was stuffing something into the seat back in front of my chair.
I took a few long strides and I was on him, towering over the seated man who was now nervously shifting his eyes from side to side.
“What are you doing?” My voice was sharp. If there was one thing I learned in prison, it was not to back down from a confrontation. Pussy out and the jackals would pick their teeth with the bones from your carcass. The penitentiary where I served my time had been mostly populated by white-collar criminals, but there were still some badass motherfuckers in there who taught me a thing or two.
“Oh, nothing. Sorry. You seem to have dropped your boarding pass.”
I shrugged. Who the fuck cared about a piece of paper on the floor?
“Are you really Foster Cruise?”
My guts fell through to the floor and it wasn’t the turbulence. Not. This. Shit. Again.
All right. I tried to give this guy the benefit of the doubt, but this little prick was wearing on my nerves now. “You’d better keep your hands to yourself, and stay outta my backyard,” I said, pleased with how it came out. Much more menacing than I ever could have managed before prison. Huh—unforeseen upsides.
The nerdy guy flinched, curling into himself.
“You got that?” I wanted to growl at him, but I refrained.
“O-o-okay.” He gulped, just as the flight attendant rushed over, probably excited to show off some new “conflict resolution” techniques she learned at the latest training seminar.
“Everything all right here, gentlemen?” she asked.
I sat down and buckled my seatbelt. “Just a little misunderstanding.”
“Uh, Miss, can I please talk to you?” The nerd pointed toward the front of the plane. She nodded, and glasses-boy got up gingerly, eyeing me the whole way as he followed the blonde to the front of the airplane.
I watched them for a second, him whispering to the flight attendant. She said something back I couldn’t overhear, so I put on my headphones and turned my attention back to the television series about zombies that I had just discovered but everyone else in America seemed to be talking about.
Within a few minutes, he came back to his seat, packed up his things, and the flight attendant got him settled in a seat three rows ahead.
What the hell? So the guy recognized me even with the beard. What did he think I was going to do, steal his life savings from across the row?
What a dick.
This was exactly what it had been like in New York.
Everywhere I went, people talked about me, whispered behind my back, or even publicly chastised me. My favorite was the time I got out of the limo outside the Guggenheim on my way to view an important art opening, only to have a bucket of fish guts tossed on me. The fuckers found ways to track my movements, and going anywhere became a challenge.
After the fish incident, I mostly stayed home and had my assistants do all my shopping and errands. I got so tired of being a prisoner in my own home that I started to look forward to going to prison. In fact, I asked my attorney to negotiate for me to go in a week earlier. If my movements had to be that restricted, I at least wanted the time to count.
Now, on this fucking airplane, I noticed out of the corner of my eye more and more people walking past my seat, glancing down at me, their eyes widening in some combination of recognition and horror. The way one might look at a pedophile.
Suddenly, I was in the cage again. Spectators standing outside talking, whispering, pointing.
I took a deep breath, hiked up the volume, and focused on the zombies in front of me falling apart as they trudged slowly down the street. I could relate.
Fuck. This was going to be a long-ass trip.
***
When I arrived in Los Angeles, it was still late afternoon. As the hired car traveled up the coast to Malibu, I wound down the windows to suck in lungs full of the sea breeze to help me relax. The west coast was even more beautiful than I remembered. The sapphire blue ocean with its cresting waves and occasional dolphin popping out of the water calmed me. The jagged coastline and sandy beaches called to me. Maybe this was the right choice. This felt like it could be home.
The peace and quiet were just what I needed. A chance to be alone so I could create a brand new life for myself, and preferably one where everyone who ran across me didn’t treat me like a pariah.
My realtor had sent me a packet with detailed information and photos on several different properties. I chose the one that stood out above the rest, and had my attorney take care of the purchase while still incarcerated. Then I hired an interior decorator to furnish the whole place. As the car pulled up to my new address, my stomach did a flip.
The house had a modern vibe with lots of straight lines and windows. The views were incredible, and excitement built inside me that I hadn’t felt in ages. For countless nights, I’d dreamed of the ocean, my new place, and a fresh start. I’d stared at the picture of my Malibu mansion so much that I’d worn a hole in the paper it had been printed on.
I tipped the driver and got out. With no luggage to weigh me down, I ran up the driveway, key in hand. I hadn’t seen the interior furnishings yet; I’d told the designer I wanted it to be a surprise. In reality, I knew if I had pictures of the interior of a beautiful house that belonged to me, but that I couldn’t live in, couldn’t touch, couldn’t enjoy while I was trapped in a concrete box, it would be torture. And if I didn’t like something, it could be replaced. After spending over ten million on the property, I’d get what I wanted.
I inserted the key in the lock, turned it, and stepped into my new life.
FOSTER
I spent the last five years locked in a cage for a crime I didn’t commit.
Crucified by the press and social media. Hated by all.
But now that I’m a free man, I’m determined to prove I’m not the evil mastermind everyone thinks I am.
I just need someone to believe in me.
Someone like Addison James…
ADDISON
Foster Cruise is sexy as hell and worth billions. But he destroyed my family.
He may have gone to prison, but he hasn’t paid nearly enough for what I’ve lost.
He has no idea who I am, but I’m determined to prove what the law failed to—and put him back behind bars where he belongs.
I’ll offer him my body and sell my soul to that handsome-as-hell devil to make things right.
Trouble is, I’m afraid he’s already stolen my heart.
Pick up your copy of WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance today here:
The post WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance – Chapter One FREE appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
June 5, 2016
Billionaires Shower Too #NewRelease #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! My new release, Wanted: A Monster Billionaire Romance, is a new genre for me. It’s a sexy romantic comedy, written with USA Today Bestselling Author Jani Kay. It may be light and humorous, but it’s still HOT!
Excerpt from Wanted: A Monster Billionaire Romance
“Well, I’m ashamed to admit I did something stupid last night. I opened a link in my email that I shouldn’t have. As soon as I did, bells and siren sounds blared from my computer. The whole thing crashed. Every time I start it up, it does the same thing—those sirens. So I’m going to have to take it to the shop later. Damn hackers. I hate those fuckers.”
I raised an eyebrow as I contained a smile that threatened to twist my lips. Obviously she was passionate about that topic because it wasn’t exactly professional to swear in front of a client.
A faint blush spread over her cheeks when she realized what she’d said and she covered her mouth with her hand as if that would stop her from cursing.
“Yeah, that sucks. My laptop is over there.” I walked over to it, opened it, and punched in my password before handing it to her. “Hey, do you mind if I go take a shower?” My sweat-drenched clothes were starting to bother me. I had a strict “say no to chafing” motto.
“No problem,” she said, happily plunking away at the keyboard without even looking up. Such dedication to her job impressed the hell out of me. I’d never been that dedicated to anything.
“All right. I won’t be too long. Holler if you need anything.”
I strode toward the master bedroom, stripping off my shirt as I went. And when I stepped under the steamy stream of hot water, I couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to shower with a gorgeous girl like Addison again. Then I stopped myself. I knew better than to mix business with pleasure, especially with people providing a service for you—that shit could get messy. I once had a masseuse who’d mistaken a happy ending for a whole lot more, and I did not need a repeat of that disaster.
But what did it hurt to fantasize about it? My imagination and my hand were used to helping me get the relief I needed, so I closed my eyes and let the hot water beat down on my back while I lathered myself up. My cock hardened as I curled my fingers around it and thought of how good it would feel to have a woman’s hand around me instead. I imagined a naked body, firm tits, with an ample ass. I pictured myself soaping her up, her nipples tightening under my touch, her skin glistening with the sparkle of the bubbles, the air taking on that light floral scent from her shampoo.
I’d make her kneel before me and feed her my cock, inch by inch, until she was practically choking on it. When I hit the back of her throat, only then would I pull back and give her some relief. Then I’d have her stand, and I’d bend her over and fuck that tight little pussy, giving her the deep, long strokes I knew she craved. My fingers would creep around her front until they found her clit, and I’d tease her with feathery little circles until she screamed out that she needed to come.
After she came all over my cock, the vibrations of her muscles clenching around me would send me over the edge too, and I’d shoot my load deep inside her. When the aftershocks died down, I’d turn her around and hold her tight in my arms. Her lips would be soft and tender, and as I straightened and looked into her pretty face….
My balls tightened, and the fantasy broke. As I stroked myself to completion, a feeling of euphoria overtook me, and I emptied my seed onto the shower floor.
As I watched it float down the drain, I realized the face of the girl who had just starred in my carnal daydream was none other than Addison James.
FOSTER
I spent the last five years locked in a cage for a crime I didn’t commit.
Crucified by the press and social media. Hated by all.
But now that I’m a free man, I’m determined to prove I’m not the evil mastermind everyone thinks I am.
I just need someone to believe in me.
Someone like Addison James…
ADDISON
Foster Cruise is sexy as hell and worth billions. But he destroyed my family.
He may have gone to prison, but he hasn’t paid nearly enough for what I’ve lost.
He has no idea who I am, but I’m determined to prove what the law failed to—and put him back behind bars where he belongs.
I’ll offer him my body and sell my soul to that handsome-as-hell devil to make things right.
Trouble is, I’m afraid he’s already stolen my heart.
Pick up your copy of WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance today here:
Be sure to visit the other Masturbation Monday participants here.
The post Billionaires Shower Too #NewRelease #MasturbationMonday appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
June 1, 2016
Book Trailer WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance
Check out my new release! It’s a sexy romantic comedy WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance I’ve co-written with USA Today Bestselling Author Jani Kay.
FOSTER
I spent the last five years locked in a cage for a crime I didn’t commit.
Crucified by the press and social media. Hated by all.
But now that I’m a free man, I’m determined to prove I’m not the evil mastermind everyone thinks I am.
I just need someone to believe in me.
Someone like Addison James…
ADDISON
Foster Cruise is sexy as hell and worth billions. But he destroyed my family.
He may have gone to prison, but he hasn’t paid nearly enough for what I’ve lost.
He has no idea who I am, but I’m determined to prove what the law failed to—and put him back behind bars where he belongs.
I’ll offer him my body and sell my soul to that handsome-as-hell devil to make things right.
Trouble is, I’m afraid he’s already stolen my heart.
For a limited time WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance is being offered at the introductory price of 99 cents.
Pick up your copy today:
The post Book Trailer WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
May 31, 2016
WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance is Live at the Introductory Price of #99cents
Title: Wanted
Series: A Monster Billionaire Romance
Author: Jani Kay & Normandie Alleman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 31, 2016
Blurb
FOSTER
I spent the last five years locked in a cage for a crime I didn’t commit.
Crucified by the press and social media. Hated by all.
But now that I’m a free man, I’m determined to prove I’m not the evil mastermind everyone thinks I am.I just need someone to believe in me.Someone like Addison James… ADDISON
Foster Cruise is sexy as hell and worth billions. But he destroyed my family.
He may have gone to prison, but he hasn’t paid nearly enough for what I’ve lost.
He has no idea who I am, but I’m determined to prove what the law failed to—and put him back behind bars where he belongs.
I’ll offer him my body and sell my soul to that handsome-as-hell devil to make things right.
Trouble is, I’m afraid he’s already stolen my heart.
Adult content suitable for 18+
Language and sexual situations.
ADD TO GOODREADS
Join the series Facebook group:
MONSTER BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE LOVERS
Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK
B&N / KOBO / iBOOKS /ARe
Excerpt
Sneaking closer to the sprawling mansion, I took a moment to assess my situation. Now that I knew where Foster lived, I needed to come up with a plan to become part of his life so I could find the information the detectives had clearly missed. I’d come this far, and frankly, I’d do anything to catch this thief and move on with my life. I was pushing twenty-five and I didn’t even have a steady boyfriend, never mind the whole happy-ever-after happening. All my friends were married or in the process of getting hitched, and some were even procreating already.
And me?
I was chasing after an impossibly handsome crook, hell-bent on making him pay back the money he’d stolen from my and other families. It consumed my every thought, and even when I’d gone on dates, I’d been preoccupied with images of Foster, always comparing the poor unassuming guy I was out with to the devilishly good-looking Mr. Cruise.
What was it about the man that captured my imagination? He wasn’t really my type, especially not with the beard, but I couldn’t stop wondering if it would tickle if he kissed me.
Focus, Addison.
A light went on inside the house. I sucked in a breath as Foster came into view. He stood in front of the window and stared out for a long while, giving me the opportunity to study him. But just as suddenly as he appeared, he pulled the blinds down, and a minute later, the light was turned out.
One by one, he went from room to room and turned on all the lights until the whole west side of the mansion was lit up. I’d ventured closer to the windows so I could see inside, but always took care to stay hidden behind a tree or thick, bushy plant.
Just as well because my heart leapt to my throat when Foster threw open the window of the last room he’d entered. He closed his eyes and took a few long, deep breaths.
God, the man was beautiful. A powerful and magnetic aura surrounded him, and I couldn’t stop staring. That was when something rubbed up against my leg and made me nearly jump out of my skin.
Fuck.
I wanted to scream. The thing attacked my leg, and I tried to kick it off without making a sound. Stepping away to distance myself from my attacker, the heel of my shoe snapped and I lost my balance, freefalling backward into a shrub.
Jani Kay
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…
TWITTER GOODREADS
Normandie Alleman
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).
BOOKBUB
NEWSLETTER
Giveaway
The post WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance is Live at the Introductory Price of #99cents appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
May 24, 2016
7 Days Until WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance
Only a week until the release of the sexy romantic comedy I co-wrote with Jani Kay – WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance.
We are so excited about our partnership and to be able to share Foster and Addison‘s story with you. Join us in our Facebook group for exclusive excerpts, behind the scenes scoop, and a release party with a bunch of amazing authors partying with us including Check out the Event page here for a full list and times.
Wanted: A Monster Billionaire Romance by Jani Kay and Normandie Alleman
FOSTER
I spent the last five years locked in a cage for a crime I didn’t commit.
Crucified by the press and social media. Hated by all.
But now that I’m a free man, I’m determined to prove I’m not the evil mastermind everyone thinks I am.
I just need someone to believe in me.
Someone like Addison James…
ADDISON
Foster Cruise is sexy as hell and worth billions. But he destroyed my family.
He may have gone to prison, but he hasn’t paid nearly enough for what I’ve lost.
He has no idea who I am, but I’m determined to prove what the law failed to—and put him back behind bars where he belongs.
I’ll offer him my body and sell my soul to that handsome-as-hell devil to make things right.
Trouble is, I’m afraid he’s already stolen my heart.
Wanted: A Monster Billionaire Romance releases May 31!
Available for Pre-Order:
Coming to Amazon on release day.
The post 7 Days Until WANTED: A Monster Billionaire Romance appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
May 23, 2016
A Dom Who Tests Himself #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday. Today I’m sharing a snippet from my brand new release CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (the 3rd book in the Web Master Trilogy). It’s live and FREE in Kindle Unlimited. This third book is told mostly from the point of view of Sophie’s mercurial Dom, Quentin. Here’s a taste of his memories from the first time he met Sophie in real life – thoughts he conjures while pleasuring himself.
Excerpt
I gave her three implements to choose between—a cane, a Wartenberg wheel, and a crop, and made her pick them up and carry them in her mouth.
I smiled at the memory.
She chose the Wartenberg wheel first. Laying her on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide, I used rope to tie her to the bed. Making sure to tease her along the way, I scraped the coarse rope across her nipples and grazed her face with my pants, though I didn’t offer her another taste of my cock. She was so responsive, easy to read. That made dominating her rather simple. I knew what she needed, what she wanted but couldn’t voice herself.
There’s not much I love more than a tied-up, naked, helpless woman who has given me permission to use her as my personal toy. Every time I recall that moment, looking down at her with the realization that I had an entire weekend with that beautiful, innocent yet naughty little plaything, my mouth waters.
I dragged that wheel, with its wicked metal tines, over her soft, supple skin. First gently, then after I warmed her up I did it harder and harder until she screamed so loudly I warned her, “If you’re going to scream like that I’m going to have to gag you while I abuse you and fuck that cunt of yours.”
She nodded and apologized.
“If you scream loud enough to rouse the hotel staff I’d be forced to tell them a kinky schoolteacher had asked me to do all those mean things to her.” Her eyes grew big as golf balls when I said that, and I laughed to myself at how worried she was about what other people thought.
It wasn’t really funny, but it had been so long since I’d given a fuck what anyone else thought … I couldn’t remember giving a rat’s ass.
Then I fucked her with my nightstick. Just to watch her face. Seeing her face contorted like that, God it made my dick throb, fucking strain against my pants. I loved being aroused like that. So hard for so long that it is torture in and of itself. It’s how I like to spend my days, hard and wanting. I don’t allow myself a release every time I think about it. Nope.
It’s a game I play with myself. How long can I go before my cock’s going to explode all over myself?
You see, I don’t just test my submissive’s limits, I test my own as well.
A game of balance between self-control and pleasure.
And that weekend little Sophie tested my self-control.
I caned her a couple of times and watched that glorious ass of hers stripe with red marks.
I swatted every inch of her body with my crop, paying special attention to her breasts and her adorable little pussy, stinging it to just the right amount of tenderness that when I licked it good and thoroughly with my tongue, noting which flick of the tongue made her squirm and doing more of it, she came all over my face like a good ’lil whore.
Then I kissed her, my beard covered in her juices, daring her to resist, knowing she wouldn’t…
Claimed by Her Web Master
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.
CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 3 in the Web Master Trilogy)
CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 3 in the Web Master Trilogy)
Claimed by Her Web Master is the final book in the Web Master Trilogy and should be read following Her Web Master and Tested by Her Web Master. In case you haven’t read the other two books you can pick them up here:
HER WEB MASTER (Book 1)
TESTED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 2)
Please remember to visit the other Masturbation Monday participants.
The post A Dom Who Tests Himself #MasturbationMonday appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
May 20, 2016
Hold Onto That Belt #SaturdaySpankings #NewRelease
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Today I’m sharing a snippet from my brand new release CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (the 3rd book in the Web Master Trilogy). It’s live and FREE in Kindle Unlimited. Here’s a taste. Sophie’s Dom has just commanded her to undress him.
Excerpt
The belt had to go first, so I unfastened it and began to pull it from the loops when he stopped me and pulled it out himself, saying, “I’m going to hold on to this for later.”
My knees grew weak. A belt spanking was something we both usually enjoyed. It was one of the harsher things he put me through, but it usually took me to that la-la-land they called subspace so I endured it with pleasure.
The top button of his jeans sprang open and I tugged at his zipper, my hand brushing past the nest of hair that lay just on the other side of his underwear.
“Take out my cock.”
A shiver danced down my spine as I slid my palm under the elastic band and wrapped my fingers around his erection. God, I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him until I felt him growing and twitching in my grasp.
Claimed by Her Web Master
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.
CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 3 in the Web Master Trilogy)
CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 3 in the Web Master Trilogy)
Claimed by Her Web Master is the final book in the Web Master Trilogy and should be read following Her Web Master and Tested by Her Web Master. In case you haven’t read the other two books you can pick them up here:
HER WEB MASTER (Book 1)
TESTED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 2)
Please remember to visit the other Saturday Spankings participants:
The post Hold Onto That Belt #SaturdaySpankings #NewRelease appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
Stuff Your eReader with Scandalous Summer Reads Plus #Giveaway
Scandalous Summer Reads
is going to help you STUFF YOUR eREADER !
That’s right, we’re hosting a bumper FREE books and $0.99 BARGAIN
STUFF YOUR eREADER campaign on the 15th June!
To celebrate we’re offering you the chance to WIN a $150 Amazon Gift Card.
All you need to do is answer one simple question, below.
By sharing this competition with Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest or Linked In –
you’ll stand a much better chance at winning 
Enter the giveaway here.
No purchase necessary to win. Void where prohibited.
Contest ends June 25, 2016. Winner will be notified on June 26, 2016.
*** By entering this competition contestants agree to subscribe to the
Scandalous Summer Reads newsletter and further giveaways from CPM Books ***
The post Stuff Your eReader with Scandalous Summer Reads Plus #Giveaway appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
May 19, 2016
Excerpt from Claimed by Her Web Master #NewRelease
Today is Release Day for CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER! It’s live and FREE in Kindle Unlimited. Here’s a taste:
Excerpt
“Okay,” she answered, and that was enough consent for me. I reached for the candle and matches I’d stored in the drawer of the nightstand.
I massaged her labia, squeezed her clit, and fingered her juicy pussy—readying it for me. She squirmed underneath me, and I had to caution her to try to remain still. When she was dripping wet, I poked the tip of my cock into her wet slit. Her corresponding moan told me I was on the right track.
Pushing in a little more, I lit the candle. I could feel her muscles twitching around me. She was trying not to move, but it was clear she wanted nothing more than to scoot her ass back and sheath me completely. I grasped her left hip firmly to remind her not to move as I let the first droplet of wax land on her back.
She let out a shriek, more from surprise than pain.
After the second drop hit, I gave her another inch of my cock. The noise she made was nothing short of exquisite. That delicious combination of pleasure and pain—that was what I gave her. It was what she’d come to crave, and no one would ever give it to her the way I did. I would see to that.
I fucked her slowly, punctuating my thrusts with drops of hot wax. Between the mmms of the fucking, and the ouches of the scalding wax she didn’t know whether to coo or cry, and that was just the way I liked her—captive in my thrall.
The smell of sweat and sex filled my nostrils and fueled my lust. Sophie’s fingers clutched at the bedsheets as I dribbled wax on her ass and pummeled her poor little pussy.
“Does that feel good, whore? Do you like me to burn you while I take you?” I taunted.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Her submission was the most incredible gift. No matter what our future held, in that moment, the bond between us felt precious yet solid.
“Do you want to come, slut?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Beg.”
“Please, please may I come, Sir?”
“You can do better than that. Make me believe you.”
Claimed by Her Web Master
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.
CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 3 in the Web Master Trilogy)
CLAIMED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 3 in the Web Master Trilogy)
Claimed by Her Web Master is the final book in the Web Master Trilogy and should be read following Her Web Master and Tested by Her Web Master. In case you haven’t read the other two books you can pick them up here:
HER WEB MASTER (Book 1)
TESTED BY HER WEB MASTER (Book 2)
The post Excerpt from Claimed by Her Web Master #NewRelease appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
May 16, 2016
Predicament Bondage with the Web Master #MasturbationMonday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I’m so glad to be able to participate in this blog hop during MAY, which is Masturbation Month. Today I’m sharing a scene from the second book in the Web Master Trilogy, TESTED BY HER WEB MASTER, which is available now in the Kindle store as a countdown deal. Tested by Her Web Master is on sale for $1.99 for a day then the price will go up until it gets back up to its regular price of $3.99. The third book in the Web Master Trilogy, Claimed by Her Web Master releases this Thursday, May 19th so now is the perfect time to catch up on this series. In this excerpt Sophie’s Dom has just inserted an anal hook in her bottom hole. The hook is attached to this rope:
“Hold this between your teeth.” He placed a length of rope in my open mouth and I bit down on it.
“Good girl. Now take a few steps over here.” He walked me to a spot in the corner of the room under a hook in my ceiling I’d never seen before.
“Sir, did you make a hole in my ceiling without asking me? What am I going to say when I sell the place?”
“I didn’t know that you were—selling the place,” he said, not answering my question.
Of course I’d thought of selling the place. Selling it and moving up to Seattle with him. But he hadn’t asked me yet. I just hoped he would, so yeah, I’d thought about it.
“No need to get your panties in a twist. I can remove it before I leave and repair the hole if it’s a problem.” He pressed his clothed body against my naked one and inserted a finger in my pussy. Swirling it about, dipping it in and out, rubbing my clit with his wet digit as he pulled it up to his mouth and sucked my juices from it. “I’d rather spend my time here on this hole of yours, but it’s up to you.”
He stepped away, leaving me trembling at his absence and craving his hands on me again. His warm breath in my ear, the warmth of him. I wanted it all back. But Quentin always said for every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid and that’s what I must do. Pay for it.
“Arms over your head.”
I did as he requested and he ran the ropes that hung from my wrists through the eye hook in the ceiling. Then I could feel him attach the hook in my ass to some rope. It tugged and I felt it go farther up my ass and I groaned.
“Tell me if it hurts. I don’t mean if it’s uncomfortable. I mean if it hurts.”
I groaned again. “Yes, Sir.” The thing with anal play for me was that it always involved as much pain as pleasure. It was a wicked double-edged sword and my Master knew it. No, it didn’t hurt like it was injuring me, but it hurt all the same. The good thing was my body usually adjusted to it after a time and it began to feel good. But before it happened, it was a lot of fucking “unpleasantness.”
“All right. We’re almost set up. The next thing we need to do to get ready is I need you to stand up on your tiptoes.”
I lifted myself up onto the balls of my feet, unsure why he was doing that.
“Spread your legs farther apart. I need access to that delicious little cunt of yours.”
My heart beat faster, but I shuffled my feet a few more inches apart.
“That’s it. Now hold still. I’m going to rig these ropes.” He tested the ropes a few ways, and I could tell by what he was doing that he was going to have me stand on my tiptoes, then make the rigging so that when I had to drop down on my heels the hook in my rear slid farther inside, making me fuck myself with it. Bastard.
But I was willing to play his game, or at least try it. I did have a safeword. I’d never used it, but Quentin knew it and I trusted that if I ever wanted to stop, he would. I believed that with my whole heart. I had to.
“Okay, so stretch your feet out, take a minute, then I want you to get back up on those toes and I’ll set the final tension on the ropes.”
Pressing my toes into the ground, I exhaled and lifted my heels off the ground. When I was a kid I’d spent a lot of time walking on my toes, so this shouldn’t be too hard.
Then Quentin headed for the kitchen.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
I heard him rattling around in a drawer.
He came back into the room carrying a pair of forks. I wasn’t sure if this was a good or a bad thing. In my experience with him, it could be either.
When he approached me, he squatted and did something on the floor underneath me. After he stood, I saw what he was up to.
He’d set one fork under each foot, tines up, so that if I leaned my feet back to rest on the floor, the flesh of my heels would be stabbed by those demon forks. Damn that man.
“Quentin! That’s not fair!”
“Would you like to use your safeword? Over a little fork—one that’s not even touching you?” he taunted.
I remained quiet, but I was fuming.
“Now darling, don’t be like that.” He twisted the anal hook in my butt, making a show of testing how taut the ropes were. Then he stood behind me, one leg between mine, careful not to step on the forks, and started massaging my breasts.
“Such big, beautiful breasts you have. I just love to fondle them, squeeze them, pinch them, twist them.” Each action he spoke of, he carried out with his hands. His touch electrified me, and I rocked back almost onto my heels, but I stopped myself before I got to the forks. But the rope attached to my hook forced the tool deeper inside me, making me groan.
He chuckled. “This is going to be fun.”
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. If cliffhangers make you clammy, never fear – Claimed by Her Web Master, the conclusion of the trilogy, told from the perspective of the mercurial “MC,” will release this Thursday May 19, 2016.
TESTED BY HER WEB MASTER is Available on Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited:
Also available in Print and Audiobook: Audible iTunes
The Web Master Trilogy is intended to be read in order. If you haven’t read the first book, Her Web Master yet, you can read the first chapter here. This series is available in Kindle Unlimited. Or pick up your copy here:
Amazon Amazon UK Goodreads Print Audible iTunes
And coming Thursday…
Pre-order: Amazon Amazon UK Goodreads
Please remember to visit the other Masturbation Monday participants here.
The post Predicament Bondage with the Web Master #MasturbationMonday appeared first on Normandie Alleman. Normandie Alleman - The Racy Raconteur...
