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Saturday 28 September 2013

#MySexySaturday A Current WIP Snip

#MSSWeek18
My Sexy Saturday ~ The rules are simple. Post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words

This week for My Sexy Saturday an extraction from a current untitled WIP


“Come on, dance with me like there’s no one else here watching.”

She did a complete body roll that actually took his breath. “Fuck! Where’d you learn to move like that?”

“I just love to feel the music. Touch me. Feel it with me.”

Slowly, she moved her hands, skimming them up her slim waist and sides. The gesture pulled at the silky, loose fitting tank top she was wearing. And when she reached the hem, she snagged it with her fingertips giving the impression she might remove her top altogether. She had him completely mesmerized.
 
©Copyright H K Carlton 2013

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek. Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants.

Have a Sexy Saturday! 




Monday 23 September 2013

Chemistry With The Billionaire by @noellekeaton

Please welcome back my friend, author Noelle Keaton who recently cracked the top ten on the ARe Best Sellers List with her latest release Chemistry With The Billionaire from Evernight Publishing... 


Hi H K!  Thanks so much for welcoming me back to Pick A Genre Already.  While I want to share an excerpt from my latest e-book, Chemistry With The Billionaire, I also wanted to talk a little about the differences between writing for anthologies and writing stand alone short stories.  

 
Writing Anthology vs. Stand Alone Stories
  
When I decided to jump start my writing career last year, at first I had no idea how to do it.  A few years before, Id written short stories, the confessional kind you find in True Stories magazines.  I stopped to focus on writing a novel, but after multiple attempts with little to show for it, I decided to return to my short story roots.  However, the company that used to publish my stories had gone out of business, so I did research to try to find who or what had taken their place.  Thats when I discovered e-publishers, especially ones that had submissions calls for anthologies, were an option.  

There were so many writing opportunities that I had a hard time deciding which ones to pursue.  Thats when I started to realize that I would be able to continue to write short stories, but that in submitting to anthologies, I wouldnt necessarily get to choose the theme of my story or the types of characters I wanted to write about.  For me, this is the biggest difference between anthology calls and stand alone stories, limitations on the type of story you want to tell.

This doesnt bother me because usually the anthology submissions calls are sufficiently broad enough that I can still come up a story that I want to tell within the parameters that have been outlined.  Usually submissions calls ask for stories involving a profession, like policemen or paramedics, or they could center on a theme, like stories involving ménages or BDSM.  These themes are broad enough where a writer can take on just about any genre, from comedy to suspense.  More often than not, looking over the submissions calls for an e-publisher can spark the inspiration for a story.

On many e-publisher sites, youll see encouragement to submit to an anthology in order to get your foot in the door of their company.  This allows the e-publisher not only to get to know you,  but so you can get to know the e-publisher and see if their contracts, editors, marketing efforts, etc. fit with the expectations and goals your have for your writing career.  And speaking of writing careers, both anthology submissions and short stories are great ways to build your back lists.  You really cant go wrong which ever route you decide to pursue.



Chemistry With The Billionaire


When Sam Yates meets Elliot at a Harwin Biotechnologies office party, he can hardly believe the tanned and muscular Adonis is interested in a nerdy scientist like himself. However, the attraction between the two men is immediate and it doesn’t take them long to act on it. It is only the next morning that Sam realizes that he’s just slept with Elliot Harwin—the company president.

The revelation leaves Sam uneasy and afraid it will look like he's trying to sleep his way up the corporate ladder. But Elliot helps him to put aside these reservations, and it isn’t long before Sam achieves the professional success and personal fulfillment he has long sought. But this newfound happiness is threatened when a jealous co-worker tells Sam that he's not the first employee with whom Elliot has been involved. With his career and love life at stake, Sam starts to wonder whether the foundation he and Elliot have constructed has been built on lies.


Excerpt:

Thats it!” Sam snapped his fingers. “Phillip Harwin, the CEO and chairman of Harwin Biotechnologies. But what is he doing here with you?” The light bulb finally clicked on and embarrassed that he hadnt caught on sooner swamped him. “Youre Elliot Harwin, the president of the company.”

Guilty.” Elliot smiled, but he looked as uneasy as Sam felt.

You didnt think this was worth mentioning last night?”

I know I should have, but things happened so fast that I never really got the chance.”

Sam conceded that things did go pretty fast last night. There really wasnt time for an Im-the-president-of-your-company conversation. And to be totally honest, conversation of any kind had been the last thing on his mind last night after meeting Elliot. But that was last night, and this morning was another matter entirely.

I better get dressed, I have to get going.” Sam rushed past Elliot, eager to get back to the bedroom and find his clothes so he could leave and put this awkward situation behind him. Hed pulled on his pants and almost finished buttoning his shirt by the time Elliot re-entered the room.

Im not your direct supervisor, so this really isnt as bad as youre making it out to be.”

Is that a line you tell all the other Harwin Biotechnologies employees you sleep with to make them feel better?” Elliots face went slack, like hed been slapped, and Sam regretted the harsh words. “Hey, look, Im sorry, that was completely out of line.”

Elliot nodded. “It was, but I guess I asked for it by not coming completely clean with you last night. For the record, Ive never done anything like this before. Ive been so busy getting the company back on track after three straight years of decreasing sales and lost market share that I havent had much of a social life. I guess thats why when things clicked between us, I didnt want to risk telling you who I was and messing things up because it had been so long since I felt that way.”

Same here,” Sam said, recognizing the similarities between Elliots story and his own. “I wanted you so badly last night that Im not sure your telling me who you were would have made a difference because I havent been that attracted to anyone in years.”

Elliot smiled and walked over to Sam so that they were only inches apart. “So, does this mean I can talk you out of rushing out of here?”

Depends on what you have in mind.” Sams breath quickened as Elliot unbuttoned his shirt and ground a burgeoning erection against his crotch.
 
Something thats going to get the day started a whole lot better for the both of us.”

 Buy Chemistry With The Billionaire at:


Find  Noelle on:
Twitter :  @noellekeaton
          Web site / Blog :  http://noellekeaton.blogspot.ca/



Sunday 22 September 2013

If You Can't Stand The Heat, my latest release with Totally Bound is now available for pre-order.  


Order it now and it will be added to your TEB VIP account ready for the moment it is released and you'll also save 15%. 

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Somebody’s about to get burnt…

As you can see by the cover, this is a hot one and Syn and Sesto have definitely earned this title; they are one combustible pair.



Here's a little snippet to whet your appetite: 

Was she for real?

Shadowing her back to the table, and being the gentleman that he was he pulled the chair out for her. Moving forward as if she were about to take her seat, he followed to push the stool in, but she hesitated. The momentum he carried propelled his hips against her backside. She would have no doubt as to his state of arousal. 

Stilling at first contact, she then pressed her magnificent ass fully against him. He was sure the move was contrived. But if she wanted to play, he could too. Taking her by the waist, increasing the pressure, Sesto gave her his full measure, from root to tip. She turned her head to the side, her lips parted, almost touching his cheek. 

“Ahhh,” she breathed, smiling. “That’s my boy.” 

Gritting his teeth, Sesto attempted to match her tone. “Think you can handle that tool?”

“Oh, I know I could. Every last solid inch of it. The question is, do you know how to use it.” 

"Only one way to find out."

If You Can't Stand The Heat does come with a Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.

Little Author's side note: Did you know that authors receive a higher percentage in royalties when readers purchase straight from the publisher? 

If You Can't Stand The Heat (m/f contemporary erotic romance)  
Totally Bound Publishing

Preorder: 20th September 2013
Prerelease: 4th October 2013
General Release: 1st November 2013
 

Saturday 21 September 2013

#MySexySaturday - Now We're Even #BDSM #erotic


#MSSWeek17
My Sexy Saturday ~ The rules are simple. Post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words

This week for My Sexy Saturday, I'm sticking with Callie and Hainsey from Now We're Even, a BDSM contemporary erotic romance. 

In this arousing excerpt Callie continues to torment Hainsey in an attempt to get even. (and forgive me again, for not sticking to the 7) ;D
 
Blurb:  

Callie takes Don't Get Mad, Get Even to a whole new level
  
College students Callie Read and Haines Bennett rub each other the wrong way. And that’s the way they like it. But there’s an undercurrent of sexual interest that has their mutual friends betting that it’s only a matter of time before they’re doing it the right way.

But after a typical Friday night partying at the local campus pub, Hainsey takes is upon himself to teach Callie a much needed lesson about teasing the wrong guy. For her own good, of course.

But tying her up while she’s passed out, he takes things a little too far.

The next weekend Callie retaliates, getting even and giving Hainsey some overdue instruction of his own. The proverbial tit for tat.

Can they bury the hatchet and call it even or have they effectively ruined an already precarious relationship with their raunchy one-upmanship?

Excerpt: keep in mind, Haines is bound to a chair; hands and feet.


“But you know what I just noticed? We’re all alone.” Callie picked up the drink and took another big sip. “Want some?” She offered. “Might calm you down a little. You seem somewhat tense.”
 

“Get over here and kiss me. I’ll taste it from your mouth.”
 

“No, there will be no kissing. That’s too intimate. That’s not what this is about.”
 

She dropped to her knees and stroked her palms from his knees up his thighs, then moulded her fingers around his swollen dick.
 

Not wasting any time, she undid the snap.
 

“I better be careful here,” she said, pulling the zipper down slowly, carefully. “Not a lot of room left in there. You seem to be bursting your britches to get out.”
 

Any other time, if she were to smile coyly at him like that, he’d have loved it. But having no control was making him ornery. He also knew that with just a little more teasing from her, he’d blow his load and she’d think it was hilarious.

Haines studied her every move, unable to take his eyes off her. She moved his t-shirt out of the way, running her palms over his stomach
 

As the cotton moved out of the way, the tip of his penis peeked out from the waistband of his boxers.
 

“Well, hello there,” Callie greeted while lowering her head.
 
 


Warning this book contains a scene with dubious consent

  
I hope you enjoyed this little tease from Now We're Even. Don't forget to visit the other MSS authors from the list below.

Have a Sexy Saturday!

Friday 20 September 2013

An Interview with Whitley Gray @whitleygray

Please welcome m/m and erotic romance writer Whitley Gray...

What was your favourite book as a child/teenager? 

Taylor Caldwell, The Romance of Atlantis. She wrote it when she was twelve, which I found fascinating. It was a fantasy romance by today’s standards, I suppose.

Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?  

Josh Lanyon. He is the master, the kind of writer I aspire to be.

Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)  

No, I don’t think so. I believe in attraction at first sight, which has potential for love. Love is too complex for that boom! On first sight.

Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about?  

Strolling. My editor did virtual eye rolls after awhile. Now I’m attuned to how my characters move—no strolling.

Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?

Yes, I’ve had writer’s block. I think part of it was trying to shoehorn a story into a frame that couldn’t work. Once I decided to let the story be what it wanted to be, things got better.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

I haven’t traveled widely. Right now I’d say in Colorado. It’s what I know.

If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?

I’d say Ty in the WIP. He’s a man after my own heart, and I’ve poured a lot of myself into him.

What are you reading right now?

Just started Dead in LA by Lou Harper

When you read, do you prefer a stand-alone or a series?

Either, as long as I can read the series from the start!

If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?

Yikes! I’m not big on reality TV. Maybe Bear Grylls Get Out Alive.

What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

I can’t talk about it!

Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.

Bradley Cooper, maybe.

What is your favourite way to promote or connect with fans?

Right now I’m finding Facebook to be the best. I do blog, but that’s gone on the back burner with edits this summer.

Favourite movie?
  
It changes. Right now, The Words and Rocky Horror Picture Show.
  
Dream Vacation?

 Italy, some day.

Dream Car?

 Hmm…Porsche 911!

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?

Magnum Gold Mini ice cream bars. They’re delicious!

What can readers look forward to next?

For one, there’s a Christmas novella in the works. The next novel is about a doctor who travels to Sudan for seven months, risking his relationship with a math professor.

Please tell us about your newest release.

Villain Isaac Olivetti wants to be governor of Colorado, and he's willing to make big sacrifices for the honor—illegal and deadly sacrifices. Homicide detective Beck Stryker was shot and lost fellow detective Danny Halliday in the course of an investigation; he suffers from PTSD, pain, and survivor’s guilt. Zach Littman is a forensic psychiatrist who has become an FBI profiler, running from demons of his own. When a series of home invasions leads DPD to call in the FBI, Beck and Zach are thrown together, working against a criminal mastermind who will stop at nothing to win.

 
Author: Whitley Gray

Title: High Concept

Genre: M/M contemporary romantic suspense

Publisher: Loose Id

Release Date: September 10th 2013

 

Blurb:

Denver homicide cop and shooting survivor Beck Stryker lives to solve the case that left him with PTSD, chronic pain, and killed his co-investigator four months previous. Now his career hinges on his ability to work with the man who shut down his advances two years ago.

After last parting ways with Beck, psychiatrist-turned-FBI profiler Zach Littman never anticipated seeing the detective again. Being sent to Denver to work on a series of killings that have continued after the only suspect died is bad enough. Discovering the detective in charge is Beck leaves Zach gritting his teeth and girding his loins.

The last thing either of them needs is romantic entanglement with a fellow investigator, but danger is a powerful aphrodisiac. The case heats up, and friction between them ignites a fire neither can ignore, first at work and then in the bedroom. As they zero in on the plot behind the murders, the crosshairs zero in on Beck and Zach.


Excerpt: 

Damn rainy weather.

Beck’s left shoulder ached, and he rearranged his holster. If this kept up, he’d need pain meds to sleep tonight. Meanwhile, time to take a break and sneak some ibuprofen. Even if it was a nonsteroidal, couldn’t have the boss thinking he wasn’t 100 percent and ready for the field.

He made for the men’s room. In a stall, he dry-swallowed three of the blue gelcaps, then peed and washed his hands. On the way back to his desk, he stopped at the drinking fountain and gulped water, making sure the pills would dissolve. Twenty minutes, and relief should kick in.

Beck reached his desk and lowered himself into the chair. A pile of reports sat waiting for his attention. Ridiculous. He was a homicide detective, not a secretary. This was a waste of his skills. Field cases waited, infinitely more interesting and requiring a detective’s intuition.

Across the room, Van met his gaze and looked away. Beck spun his chair toward the windows behind him. Sheets of water rippled down the windows, blurring the building across the street.

After the shooting, Beck’s ex-lover had made it clear as still water that there was nothing left between them. At least Van had understood the pressures of the job, the danger, both on the street and in the department. Homicide was a macho division, and the other detectives were unlikely to accept an alternate orientation. He and Van had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps. Had they had a relationship or just been fuck buddies?

Nights in a soft bed, Van’s hot tongue everywhere until Beck squirmed with need. A firm grip on his cock, stroking.

What would you like tonight?

Heat rushed to his groin. Mind-blowing sex—no doubt about that—but was that all they’d had?

They’d never eaten at a restaurant unless it was out of town. They’d never taken a vacation together. Van liked sun and sand and room service; Beck preferred snow and skiing and grilled steaks at the lodge. And they never stayed over at each other’s places.

Sure didn’t sound like a relationship. Hell, when he’d been lying in the hospital with his shattered shoulder pinned together, wondering if his hand would ever work again, he’d turned to Van expecting emotional support, and his lover had gunned down the only thing Beck had left.

Van had left nothing at Beck’s apartment except travel brochures.

The first time Beck had risked his heart, and he’d gotten blown away for his trouble. Staying secreted in the closet precluded Van paying attention to a disabled boyfriend. “It would look strange if I spent extra time with you,” Van had said, and he’d been careful not to visit more often than any of the others. At that point, Beck had wished his injuries had been more severe, that the bullet had hit a few inches to the right and down, preempting Van’s assault on Beck’s heart. Death had sounded better than total bereavement.

Anger had overtaken depression in short order. The first thing he’d done after arriving home was deep-six the tropical-vacation brochures littering the kitchen counter.

In the ensuing weeks, Beck had fought through the pain of physical therapy and the loss of the relationship.

As Beck’s psychologist, Jay had helped him work through most of that. And the painful inquiry about the shootings.

“Hey.” Soft brown eyes gazed down at him, wary, not welcoming. The familiar scent of Van’s bay rum aftershave reached Beck, and his stomach clenched.

“Well. What can I do for you, Detective Gates?”

Van plopped a folder on his desk. “Got a computer request that needs your expertise.”

“Don’t think I can help you.” Beck picked up a pen, tapped it on the folder. “I’m not a computer expert.”

Van’s full mouth thinned, lips pressed together. “It’s a search for vehicle license plates. Need it for the murder book.”

Helpless to resist, Beck’s gaze wandered down Van’s chambray-clad torso. The memory of burying his face in Van’s groin set off a twitch in his own.

“Hey, dickhead. I need the information.”

Head in the game, Stryker. “What’s the case?”

For a moment, Van said nothing, as if he hadn’t heard. Then, “It’s a home invasion.”

It was Beck’s turn to stare. Another one? “When did that happen?”

“A week ago.”

“What’ve you got so far?”

“You’re not on active duty in the field, Stryker. And you’re not part of my investigation.”

Beck barked a laugh. “Same supportive bastard, aren’t you?”

A faint pink materialized high on Van’s cheeks. He opened his mouth, closed it.

Beck waited, twirling the pen.

“Just get the information.” Van turned on his heel. In spite of himself, Beck took a surreptitious look at Van’s ass as he marched back to his desk. Too bad there wasn’t more to him than a hot body.

Across the room, Van’s partner, Katie Coleman, gave him a huge smile. If she were a guy, maybe she’d pique Van’s interest. As it was, she’d be wasting her time. Bats for my team, Coleman. Beck swung his gaze toward the folder.

Whether Van acknowledged it or not, Beck was part of the investigation now.

 
Copyright © Whitley Gray
 
Bio 

Once upon a misspent youth, Whitley read and wrote stories under the covers at night. At some point, real life intervened, bringing with it a career in the medical field. After years of technical writing, Whitley took on the challenge writing romance. Inventing characters and putting them in interesting situations turned out to be addictive, and having two heroes is twice as nice. A pot of coffee and a storyline featuring a couple of guys makes for a perfect day. Stop by www.whitleygray.com and feed your fix for heat between the sheets and M/M romance.
 
Author Website:  www.whitleygray.com


 Congratulations on hitting the Best Sellers list at Amazon, Whitley!

Saturday 14 September 2013

#MySexySaturday - Now We're Even #BDSM #erotic #romance #dubiousconsent

 
#MSSWeek16
My Sexy Saturday ~ The rules are simple. Post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words.

This week for My Sexy Saturday I'd like to share another excerpt from Now We're Even,  a BDSM contemporary erotic romance released in July by EXtasy Books.

If you'd like to read the previously shared excerpt shared from Now We're Even click HERE
  
Blurb:  

Callie takes Don't Get Mad, Get Even to a whole new level
  
College students Callie Read and Haines Bennett rub each other the wrong way. And that’s the way they like it. But there’s an undercurrent of sexual interest that has their mutual friends betting that it’s only a matter of time before they’re doing it the right way.

But after a typical Friday night partying at the local campus pub, Hainsey takes is upon himself to teach Callie a much needed lesson about teasing the wrong guy. For her own good, of course.

But tying her up while she’s passed out, he takes things a little too far.

The next weekend Callie retaliates, getting even and giving Hainsey some overdue instruction of his own. The proverbial tit for tat.

Can they bury the hatchet and call it even or have they effectively ruined an already precarious relationship with their raunchy one-upmanship?

Set up for this excerpt: Callie and some friends, ambush Haines on his way home and strap him into a chair in his basement apartment. At first Hainsey has no idea who is behind it. Only the beginning of Callie's payback and punishment.
Excerpt:

Callie strutted out from behind, dressed in a skimpy and tight black leather vest that showed off her beautiful breasts and some of her midriff, and a micro-mini on the bottom, complete with a riding crop, which she was slapping into her open palm.

“Holy fuck," Haines breathed. "This is a dream. I’ve had them like this about you before.”
 
“Aren’t you a dirty boy,” she said, smiling, her blue eyes twinkling as if she were having fun. She sat down in his lap. “And hard. Very, very hard,” she finished wiggling her backside.

Haines clenched his teeth and tried to shuffle down in the chair so he could increase the desired pressure from her hot rear end on his distended member, which wasn’t easy the way he was strapped in.
 
“Could you ever see yourself with another man, Haines?”
 
“What do you think?”
 
She jumped up and circled the men, attracting their curious attention. Haines tensed, hoping she wasn’t going to do what he thought. He’d just realised where he’d seen the duo before—at the bar, when Callie hinted she’d like to be the meat in their sandwich.



Warning this book contains a scene with dubious consent


LOL. I hope you enjoyed this little snippet from Now We're Even. Don't forget to visit the other MSS authors from the list below.

Have a Sexy Saturday!

Wednesday 11 September 2013

Daddy Morebucks by Normandie Alleman @NormandieA

Please Welcome Author Normandie Alleman...

What was your favourite book as a child/teenager?

This book called “O The Red Rose Tree.” I checked it out of the library every other week.

Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?

I started writing erotic fiction before I’d ever read any. (But I guess I’ve always liked “dirty books”.) In fact, I published some pieces before I had a chance to really delve into reading in my genre. (That may sound nuts but I have six kids and reading was next to impossible for years.)

Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)

Yes. Or maybe infatuation at first site. Love takes longer to bloom. But I do remember once when I was in high school being at a party where I saw a boy across the room and our eyes met. It was magical. He came over and asked me to dance. We dated for many months after that. I’m sure I thought I loved him at the time. Lol.

Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about?

“That.” At this point I edit it out myself before I submit my manuscript, but in the early drafts I let myself go “that” crazy.

Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?

I’m not sure about being completely blocked. Stumped, yes. For example, today I got to a scene that I haven’t fully fleshed out in my head. Most of the time the words just flow, but sometimes it feels forced. When that happens I either muddle through, knowing I’ll have more work on that scene later, or I let it percolate and work on something else. I usually have several WIPs at various stages. When I’m not feeling one, I can usually fly with another one.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

Right where I am. In the Southern U.S.A. We have a farm that feels like we’re out in the middle of nowhere, yet we’re four minutes from all the conveniences of a charming little town on the water. It’s heavenly.

If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?

Charmaine from the Daddy’s Girl Series. Her book will be the third in that series, and I just love her. She’s a spoiled brat with a huge trust fund and major Daddy issues. She’s the kind of girl I’d like to get into trouble with.

What are you reading right now?

“Take Me, Break Me” by Cari Silverwood. And I can’t wait to start “The Glass Wives” by my longtime Twitter friend, Amy Sue Nathan.

When you read, do you prefer a stand-alone or a series?

I hardly ever read series, but once I fall for an author’s work – I fall hard and read everything they write. Murder mysteries are my favorite, but I’d never try to write one.

If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?

Survivor. I’m a big fan, never miss an episode. In fact, the hero in Book Two of this series will probably look a lot like James – remember him? The grave digger? But I’d be voted out the first week because of my big mouth.

What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Oh, how I wish I could tell you…

Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.

Adam Levine. The man has an incredible instrument.

What is your favourite way to promote or connect with fans?

Twitter. Love it.

Favourite movie?

Gone with the Wind.

Dream Vacation?

Hawaii or Vegas with my husband.

Dream Car?

I’m so not a car person. I don’t have a dream car, except maybe any car that comes with a driver. I much prefer to ride than drive.

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?

Pralines & Cream from Baskin Robbins. Divine.

What can readers look forward to next?

I have a story called “Subterfudge” in the “Whip It Up” Anthology from Total E-Bound. It’s a tasty tale of one sub’s attempt to learn to cook for her Dom. There’s lots of sexy fun in the kitchen in this one. You can learn more here. (link: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=2329)

Please tell us about your newest release.

I write about BDSM relationships, and there is a “style” of D/s relationship that I adore above all others – that of Daddy Doms and their little girls. Now, I don’t mean “little” in regard to age play necessarily, though that can be a part of these relationships too. But I mean a D/s relationship where the Daddy Dom adores and cares for his girl, and he is at the center of her world. Of course he has to keep her in line so he will punish her when she needs it.

I realized I had a lot to say about these pairings so I wrote “Daddy Morebucks” and planned six more books in this series. Now that the kids are finally back in school, I can get back to writing them. Whew!  

Author: Normandie Alleman

Title: Daddy Morebucks, Book One of the Daddy’s Girl Series

Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance


Release Date: September 6, 2013


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


Excerpt:

Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.

“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.

“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.
“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”

“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.

“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”

“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would like what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.

“Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.

She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.

“Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.

More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.

He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.

She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.

“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.

“You’re welcome,” he said quietly.

His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her.

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Author Bio:
 
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. “I’m interested in the kind of relationships people have in real life. So I write about my characters’ messy, unpredictable, and inexplicable journeys to love.”


If there were another 5 hours in the day, Normandie would spend more time on fiber arts and needle-pointing. Instead, she’s a sports junkie who’s addicted to Twitter and loves the color pink. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, her athlete husband, and her pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
 
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