Normandie Alleman's Blog

Welcome to Smut for Good: Curves Rule the charity blog hop with prizes galore to raise funds for Parkinson’s UK as this is Parkinson’s Awareness week. To find more curves, and seek out further prizes please visit http://smutters.co.uk/smut-for-good and if you can take a minute to please visit the Smut for Good: Curves Rule Just Giving Page at http://www.justgiving.com/curvesrule and donate whatever you can to help us reach our target of £100 to raise awareness of Parkinson’s and to support the charity Parkinson’s UK http://www.parkinsons.org.uk/ who help those with the disease learn to cope with the challenges, give out information and search for a cure.

My prize in the hop will be a $10 Amazon gift card. Just leave a comment about curves. then enter the Rafflecopter. Curves – do you have them? Do you love them? What’s your favorite thing about curves?

For this hop I am sharing a sneak peek at my upcoming release (May 2014) – Daddy’s Game, Book #2 in the Daddy’s Girl series. Professional football and one athlete’s kinky sexual appetites collide in this frisky romance between the game’s MVP his curvy artist babygirl.

Excerpt

He nodded, admiring the way her breasts peeked ever so slightly over the top of the neckline to her blouse. His cock twitched as he thought of the dirty things he’d like to do to her.

            When their meal was ready he showed her the way to the dining room. He let her go first, not only because he had good manners, but also so he could enjoy the view of her hips swaying in front of him, a slight shake to her plump, round ass.

            Carmen gave him an appreciative smile when he pulled out her chair for her, and he took the seat next to her at the head of the table. Brian came in and filled a goblet for each of them with red wine. Then he brought out their entrees, two plates of delicious-smelling meat lasagna.

            Over dinner they discussed their families and friends, getting to know each other better. It wasn’t lost on Natron when Carmen cleaned her plate. He found it refreshing after the carousel of girls who just picked at their food.

            After they’d finished their lasagna, to be polite he offered her some dessert. She groaned, saying she was stuffed. Agreeing to skip the sweets, he led her into the adjoining foyer and slowly pushed her back against the wall.

            Her eyes met his, then darted to his lips. Interpreting this as an invitation, he leaned in and touched his mouth to hers. Inhaling her, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She smelled of honeysuckle, the wild kind that grew on backyard fences. He felt her relax, her body melting against his, creating the perfect fit.

            He let his tongue explore her waiting mouth, tasting her girly pink essence. She responded with a passion that surprised him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her pelvis to his. Blood rushed to his cock, and he pressed his stiffness against her.

            How he wanted to pick her up and carry his to his bedroom, the couch, wherever. But he stopped himself. There was so much potential with this girl, he hoped they could build something between them, and he knew not to rush. So instead they made out like teenagers in the hallway, losing track of time, caressing each others’ skin, grinding their hips against each other. Until finally Natron pulled away.

            “Can I give you a ride home?” he asked.

            Her tousled hair made her look cuter than ever and she gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. “Thanks but I have my car.”

            “I’d ask you to stay, but…” his voice trailed off.

            She began to straighten her blouse and tried to smooth back her unruly curls. “No, that’s okay. I have to be going anyways.”

            Was that hurt on her face? The mood shifted from simpatico to uncomfortable.

            “Okay. When can we get started on the painting?”

            “Um,” she said, looking around for her purse. “I have another project I need to finish up first. How about next week?”

            “Works for me.”

            “Great. You can come by the studio, and we can get started. I’ll text you the address.”

            “I’ll be looking forward to it. Thanks for having dinner with me,” he said and kissed her again.

            This time it was she who pulled away first. “Thank you. It was lovely.” She said goodbye and made a hasty exit.

            He closed the door and leaned his back against it. Sinking down to the floor, he wondered what he’d done to screw things up with her already.

Daddy’s Game will be coming this May to a bookseller near you. In the meantime you can pick up the first book in the Daddy’s Girl series Daddy Morebucks.

Daddy Morebucks – Book #1 Daddy’s Girl Series

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

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

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

Read Chapter One FREE or listen to a sample here.

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