Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Ultimate #DaddysGirl Normandie Alleman #AuthorInterview #Erotica

I'm absolutely thrilled to have Normandie Alleman visiting the blog today. Not only is she a prolific author, she's one smart lady as well. Thank you so much for taking time to be here today, Normandie! 

Please tell us a little about yourself—things that aren't necessarily in your official author bio: 

I used to be a psychologist, and that influences everything I do and everything I write. Relationships fascinate me, and I’m always curious what makes a couple tick, and why people do what they do. I’m also a bit of a newlywed (three years), and if it wasn’t for me being inspired by finding love with my husband later in life, I’d probably be writing murder mysteries.

How would you describe your books to a reader who hasn't read your work yet?

My books are naughty, complete with erotic scenes that include kink and dirty talk. My characters are quirky. I know it’s popular to write about the “everyman” heroine, but in most of my books at least one of my characters is extraordinary in some way. In Daddy Morebucks, James is a self-made millionaire. In Daddy’s Game, Natron is a star athlete, and in Poor Little Daddy’s Girl Charmaine is an incredibly wealthy and famous socialite. I like to write (and read) books about people whose lives are an escape for most people.

Why write in this particular genre? Do you have any other genres that interest you or is this one your main passion? 

Like I mentioned earlier, my husband inspires me to write romance. As a reader, I mostly read psychological thrillers. Yep, I loved Gone Girl. I’m considering branching out to other genres, but I have a lot of erotic romances in my head so I don’t plan to stop writing them.

As far as the creative process goes, do you have a story idea or a character concept first?

Usually it’s the characters that come first. I dreamed up all the Daddy’s Girls first, and their stories came second. There are seven books planned with a possible eighth, and I’ve already got the notes for another series that follows another group of girlfriends. I’m a big picture person so I think series first with the characters, then I narrow the focus to each story. Details are the worst for me so I’m not a fan of the self-editing phase that comes just before submitting my manuscript. I’m ready to move on to the next big idea!

Sounds like you are a continually in the flow of creativity. What a wonderful place to be. Please tell us about a current work-in-progress (or latest release):
For Jan 6 – My next release will be on the 8th – the third Daddy’s Girl Book – Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. It’s the story of Charmaine and the firefighter who tries to take her in hand. (She’s a really bad girl!)

For Jan 8 – My new release is Poor Little Daddy’s Girl – the third Daddy’s Girl book and the story of Charmaine and the firefighter who tries to take her in hand. (Good luck to him. She’s a really bad girl!)

The next Daddy’s Girl book (4th) will be a prequel that shows how the Daddy’s Girl club was formed and how the girls got to know each other. It also features the love story of Kimberly and Charles. Look for it this summer!

Wow, you have a lot going on! I love it. As an author, what do you want readers to take away from your stories after they read the words 'the end'?
That love is a powerful thing, and that all relationships are different and we can take something from each love story we read.

What do you do for fun that doesn't involve writing or reading?
I love watching sports. We are a big basketball family, and I watch my kids play basketball, we watch basketball on tv and go to NBA games. I’m a proud momma with hoop dreams. I’m also addicted to audiobooks, which is why most of my books are also available in audiobook format.

What is the most adventurous thing you have done either personally or professionally?
I don’t consider myself terribly adventurous, but I have a lot of chutzpah. Probably leaving a promising career to start an alpaca farm. I don’t have the alpacas anymore, but my pig remains in the backyard.

I've always thought Aplacas would be cool, too. However, I have enough pets as it is and don't think I'd be very good at sheering them or whatever it is you do to one once you have them. Ha. I'm happy your pig remains! Again, thanks for opening yourself up to us today. 

We're lucky enough to take a peek at two of Normandie's books today. 

Blurb of Daddy Morebucks
***On sale for $0.99 for the month of January. Regularly $4.95
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, 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?

The door swung open. Behind it stood one of the most attractive men Marley had ever seen. His hair was black as midnight, like hers, but his eyes were the color of a deep, rich cup of dark roast coffee. Fancy coffee to be sure, for the man dripped wealth and privilege from every pore.
“Hello. Won’t you please come inside?” he said with a tight smile. He wore a well-cut navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and purple tie. Sharp.
“Thank you,” Marley said and gave him one of her sweetest looks. His voice cemented her impression when he spoke with a cultured tone. He’d been born with money. She could tell.
“Milton, I will text you when she needs a ride. Keep your phone on you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Milton nodded and stared at Marley, beseeching her to remember everything they discussed.
“Bye.” Marley dismissed Milton with a wave of her hand and wandered into the penthouse. It was nicer than most penthouses she had been in, not that there had been that many. The furniture was sleek and modern, yet warm and comfortable at the same time.
When volunteering in a hospital during high school, she spent her breaks poring over old Architectural Digests left in the waiting rooms. Interior design fascinated her. She noted how the green and cream color palette of the suite added to its calm luxuriousness. The artwork hanging on the walls appeared to be originals rather than the mass-produced pictures that passed for art in the hotels to which she was accustomed.
Decorative vases filled with delphiniums and roses left a heady floral scent in the air. The room smelled of spring, though it was the beginning of winter outdoors. She heard him clear his throat. “Do you have a coat?”

“Okay.” He looked puzzled, but shook it off. “You may call me Sir. What shall I call you?”
“Marley. That’s my name.” His eyes slid over her body, inspecting the merchandise. She was used to this part of the transaction. It didn’t bother her anymore.
“Have you been informed of my particular requirements?”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but she was going to fake it. She’d make him think she was one of Miss Jay’s call girls, or die trying.
He seemed satisfied. “Good. Let’s have some dinner, shall we?”
Jackpot again! A meal. Thank you Lord! Marley hadn’t eaten anything since the bowl of grits she ate early that morning at the shelter. No wonder those mojitos had gone to her head. Her belly rumbled. Tonight was turning out to be a good night.
“Yes, that sounds lovely, Sir.” She knew dominant men loved it when you called them by whatever names they asked you to call them. Sir, Master, whatever. She aimed to please this one with the big checkbook as best as she could.
He led her to the dining room, where sumptuous blue and green draperies framed the Dallas skyline, the lights making it look like a Texas fairyland. The aroma of the food was so strong, it relegated the smell of the flowers on the table to a simple undernote.
The table was set with fine china, elegant crystal, and golden flatware. Goblets of icy cold water and several crystal wine glasses anchored beautiful place settings. Their plates had warmers over the top of them. Ah, he’s let the help go. It’s only the two of us. Marley made it a habit to know how many people were around. From a safety perspective, knowledge was power. She didn’t expect this guy to be more than she could handle, but it was preferable to know ahead of time if someone else was going to pop out of the woodwork. She didn’t like surprises when she was on the job.

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Blurb of Poor Little Daddy's Girl 
Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamor hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.
When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.
Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?
Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.

He hauled her toward an old freight elevator and they climbed on. The gate clamored shut and the rickety contraption began to ascend.
“Are you sure this thing is safe?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I’ve only gotten stuck in here a few times.”
She stared at him open-mouthed. “You’re kidding. A few times?” The elevator jerked and they swayed from side to side, causing anxiety to replace the butterflies in her stomach.
“Nope. But we’ve got our cell phones.”
“Crap, I left mine in my purse, and I think I left it at the bar.”
“For real? You left your purse?” he looked at her with disappointment.
She nodded. “Well, you threw me off in the bathroom…with the…” her voice trailed off. Dammit, they’d been getting along so well and now he’d have another reason to fuss at her. Not to mention she’d have to spend the next couple of days figuring out how to cancel all her credit and debit cards. Ugh. She needed to hire an assistant to help her deal with crap like that.
Before they were out of the elevator, Hunter called the bar. While he waited for them to pick up he asked her to describe her purse.
“Baby blue Birkin,” she said.
“Baby blue Birkin,” he said into the phone with a puzzled look on his face. She giggled. When he said it, it sounded like a tongue twister. Clearly he’d never heard of the most expensive handbags in the world. But why would he have? More than likely it was a good thing he didn’t know that she’d left a thirty thousand dollar bag behind. He’d kill her. Hell, he probably hadn’t made that much money all of last year. Yeah, better he didn’t know.
He ended the call and the elevator stopped. He opened the gate for her, and she stepped out into the open space of his apartment. The furnishings were spare, but mostly of decent quality—an easy chair, a leather club chair, what looked to be a comfortable sofa, and a distressed wood coffee table outfitted the main room. A few items looked as if they might have come from a flea market, but for the most part she was impressed. The place was neat and tidy, which told her he was proud of his domain.
“You’re in luck. They found your bag and the manager already put it in the back. You can go by tomorrow and pick it up.”
“I’ll send Rollins,” she said.
“Who’s Rollins? And you’re welcome by the way,” he said.
She reached her lips up to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you. He’s my driver.”
“You have a driver?” he looked at her like the idea was absurd. “What are you, Miss Daisy? Who needs a driver?”
She tilted her chin primly. “I do.”
“What in the world for, don’t you know how to drive?” He stared at her as if she were nuts, and inside she felt a twinge of delight. She loved to push people’s buttons.
“If you must know, I’m a terrible driver for one, and for two, I like to enjoy a cocktail from time to time. You wouldn’t want me behind the wheel inebriated would you?”
He considered this. “I guess not. Here.” He pulled a knife from his back pocket and showed it to her. “I’m going to cut you loose.”
“Are you sure you can trust me?” she laughed.
With one quick pass he sliced the thick plastic bands and they fell to the floor. “Trust you to do what?”
She shook her arms. As much as she’d enjoyed their little game, it did feel good to have that freedom of movement back. “Not to run away,” she teased.
He folded up the knife and placed it back in his pocket before taking her in his arms. “Oh, I’m not worried about that. You’re not going anywhere.” His lips descended upon hers and she let herself fall against him. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered, churning up a deep, ripe lust.
His hand dipped down, and he reached under her skirt, gliding a hand across her skin, over her hips and ass. Suddenly, she remembered the last time his hands had been all over her ass, spanking her cheeks then rubbing them with his comforting touch once he’d soundly spanked them. Was he thinking about that right now the way she was?

Without preamble, he lifted her dress over her head and tossed it on the floor. She stood there in her expensive cream-colored bra and panties with light blue accents. Stretching her arms above her head she asked, “Should we adjourn to the bedroom now?”
He chuckled and shook his head no. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He circled her slowly. “You’re quite a tiger. But you’ve come to the wrong place if you think you’re going to call the shots with me. Go stand behind that chair,” he said pointing to an easy chair in the middle of the room that faced a big screen TV.
It had been a while since she’d been around a man who had the confidence to order her around. Had Preston been the last? Possibly, she thought, and walked over to his chair, wishing he’d chosen the leather. This one was so ugly it should be illegal. She stared at the oversized monstrosity hoping it wasn’t velour.
“Put your elbows on the back of the chair, lean over and stick your ass out.”
His words alone were enough to get her wet, and she forgot all about her misgivings about the chair. She did as he asked, feeling a thrill as she realized he’d be able to see her arousal from behind her. Her tiny panties wouldn’t hide that.
He inched his body behind hers so he almost touched her. His scent, pine and cedar mixed with a manly musk, drifted under her nostrils and she breathed it in and wanted more.
As if sensing her need, he pressed his legs against hers. With one arm around her waist he pulled her rear back against him, and fondled her breast with his free hand. Her nipples strained against the soft fabric of her bra, nerve endings coming alive, relishing his touch. He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear and nibbled her earlobe. “Damn, you’re too attractive for your own good,” he growled into her ear. A quiver of excitement danced down her spine, and she ached for him to touch her pussy.
“So are you,” she said, nudging her ass back against him. She could feel his erection straining at his jeans, and she wanted it, didn’t have the patience to wait.
He kissed her neck then stood up and backed away from her. “Must you have a response for everything?” he asked testily.
“It’s called having a conversation,” she said smartly.
“Well, do you want to have a conversation or do you want to get fucked?” he growled.
“Excuse me?” she pretended to be offended.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged. The energy coming from him was palpable. “Listen here, little girl. I thought you wanted this. If you don’t, then say the word now. I can tell you’ve been around the merry-go-round before. What’s your safeword?”
“Red,” she said meekly. She’d always been afraid she’d forget anything fancier.
“Fine, then say it if you want. Say it now and leave. Call Robbin or whatever his name is to come get you because I don’t play games, and I’m not interested in playing them with you.”
Her heart beat loud in her chest. “No, I’m sorry. I’m just chatty, but I’ll be quiet. I promise,” she pleaded. Whether he was really irritated or whether this was part of his intimidating-dom thing, she didn’t know. Either way he’d gotten her adrenaline flowing.

Release Date: January 8 
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. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for hosting me! That was a fun interview.