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TAKEN BY THE TYCOON – Now Available on #Audiobook!

Taken by the Tycoon Erotic RomanceAudiobook
New Audiobook Release!

Taken by the Tycoon is now on audiobook as well as in eBook!

You can read the first chapter here.

Taken by the Tycoon

He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women.
I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I’d experienced before.
Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart, when I know his affection will never last?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Tycoon is an erotic romance novella that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


What are People Saying about Taken by the Tycoon?

A Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK!

“This was a lot of fun. I loved that the heroine was in her forties. There were some scorching bdsm flavored sex scenes incorporated into a good storyline. Delightful read.” ~Author Morganna Williams
“In every one of Normandie’s novels she asks us to look at a part of human nature. In this case we are asked to explore why can’t older woman date a younger man without social commentary. The second question is what is behind the concept of a sub/ dominant relationship…The pace of this novel is great and provides an insight into the human heart. Normandie Alleman is one of the best at her craft. ~Janet Anne, Amazon
“Taken by the Tycoon took my breath away! It was refreshing to see an older woman with a younger man for a change. I was so happy for Violet’s transformation and reawakening… The Dom/sub play between her and the handsome oil Baron, was off the charts. I highly recommend this ultra romantic, sexy read.” ~JLC13, Amazon

“The story was fun, light, and oh so sexy! A must read!” ~Amy Bowens
“I’ve read a few of Normandie’s books, her buccaneer series, and really enjoyed them, but have to admit that I began reading Taken by the Tycoon, with a biased opinion..I expected it to be raw, gritty and kind of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am story. NOT! Normandie was able to weave Violet’s thoughts and emotions into a very believable for me story, I truly could see myself thinking and feeling these same thoughts if I was in Violet and Stuart’s positions.. I expected this to be a quick, hot, bdsm read.. And it was, but the underlying arc of pushing through preconceived stereotypes and allowing yourself to be happy, made this story resonate.” ~Amazon Customer
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Public Art Inspires Ashe Barker’s New Release SPIRIT

Spirit Ashe BarkerHappy Friday Everyone! Help me in welcoming Ashe Barker to the blog today to talk about her latest release, Spirit.

Hi there Normandie, and thank you for welcoming me over today. I’m here chatting about Spirit, my latest release with Stormy Night.
Much of the story takes place against the backdrop of Le Grand Départ, the start of the Tour de France cycle race which in the summer of 2014 took place in Yorkshire. Maybe took place is the wrong description, took over is closer to the mark. It was a massive international occasion, and I suspect the sheer scale of the event, and the audience it attracted, took most of us by surprise. Roads were closed, Yorkshire was a no-go area, unless you were on two wheels. Or two feet.
Somewhere between 2.5million and 3.5 million people turned out to watch. It’s impossible to know the number for sure as no one had to buy a ticket. They just turned up, often hiking across miles of moorland, and lined the route, local communities and international visitors alike. Ice cream sellers reported a whole year’s trade in two days! The audience on television was 3.5 billion, a truly spectacular showcase for this little bit of England.
The whole thing was fabulous, a wonderful atmosphere and it was a weekend we won’t forget. One of the features I most enjoyed though was the way we saw bits of artwork popping up all over the moorland landscape as the race got nearer. Farmers decorated their fields, and their sheep, in the race colours. Everywhere along the route was decorated with bunting, spotted jerseys, and the iconic yellow bicycles. We saw specially designed crop circles, painted cows, and of course some fabulous sculptures. All of these bits of public art were free to be enjoyed by the billions watching. Most of these pieces were transient and have now gone, though a few remain. One of these more permanent sculptures is featured in Spirit, and gave me the title of the book.


When Matthew Logan offers a homeless young woman a bed for a few nights, he expects the girl to eat, sleep, recover from the flu, and then move on. Instead, in no time at all eighteen-year-old Beth Harte has captured his affections completely. Though Matt wants only to protect her and has no intention of sleeping with her, Beth has other ideas, and she proves to be very persuasive.

But after Beth is attacked by a friend of Matt’s and subsequently learns for the first time that Matt is an experienced dominant, she is unable to separate the man she is growing to care about from her hateful memories of previous exploitation. Confused and frightened, she runs away.

Almost six years pass before Matt sees Beth again, and in that time his vulnerable little waif has reinvented herself as an artist. Now she has a stunning proposition for him and his environmental engineering company: to collaborate on a project fusing art and science to promote one of the most prestigious sporting events in the world. But when Matt demands to know what went wrong before, she tells him the truth, both about her childhood and about his friend’s actions.

Matt is determined to make Beth’s abusers pay for their crimes, but he’s also not about to let her run away from him again. Can Beth bring herself to trust Matt despite her fears and give him the chance to love her and show her the pleasures of being his submissive, or will the wounds of her past keep her from trusting anyone ever again?

Publisher’s Note: Spirit is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“Yellow. I’m yellow.”
“Am I hurting you?” He withdraws his finger and slides it back, just an inch or so I think though it’s hard to be sure. The intrusion feels really strange, intimate, humiliating, yet beautifully wicked. My clit’s throbbing, aching to be touched, and if he does make contact there I know I’ll detonate in a moment.
“No, not hurting. Oh God, I need you to rub my clit. Make me come. Please, Matt. Sir.”
“Soon, Beth. First I want you to look after my little toy for me, remember?”
“Yes, anything. Just, I need…” He presses his finger deeper into my arse, at the same time using his other hand to insert two or maybe three fingers into my pussy. I clamp my inner muscles around them, gyrating my hips in a desperate attempt to get him to stroke my clit. It doesn’t work, obviously, and within moments he withdraws them again.
“Keep still a moment, if you can.” He murmurs the words as he presses something hard and unrelenting past my opening. The vibrator slides in easily, my own juices throwing down the welcome mat. There’s a delightful sensation as Matt’s fingers rim my inner lips, embedding the toy deep inside me, then I let out a keening cry as the vibrations start. It’s both glorious and alien, a pulsing deep inside me that I can’t control, that I can only feel, experience. The bullet is in direct contact with my inner walls, sending deep tremors through my nervous system. All the signals seem to head direct to my poor, swollen clit, and I’m ready to scream if he doesn’t do something, anything, to put me out of my misery.
Suddenly his hands are not on me any more. He steps away to hitch a hip on the balcony rail at my side. I turn my face to him, ready to plead, to threaten, to promise anything.
“Hush, love. Don’t talk unless it’s to say red or yellow. Just feel. Concentrate on holding that bullet inside you. Don’t let it slip, you need to squeeze it. Hard.”
I do as he says, and the sensation becomes so intense I want to let go, to relax. But I know if I do, if I drop the toy, I’ll get no orgasm. I want it now, need it, but restrained as I am I have to wait for him to give it to me, that sweet friction against my throbbing, needy clit.
“Sir, you promised, if I held on to it that you’d be stroking my clit. Please Sir, I need it, you…”
“Okay, as you’ve asked so nicely. And you are doing as you’re told so beautifully.”
He leans forward and reaches under me to scrape his fingernail across the tip of my clit, the merest, most delicate of caresses but it sends shock waves through my entire body. I stiffen, every nerve ending on red alert, reaching out for the next touch, greedy for it, desperate for it.
“Again?” He is circling my clit now, his fingers gentle but maddening as they avoid my most sensitive spot.
“Yes. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop again.”
“I haven’t stopped, just off target. Do you mean me to touch you here…?” He adjusts his angle just enough to bring the pad of his finger into contact with the base of my clit. He strokes around it, long and slow and tantalisingly close. I’m almost there, just another moment, a little more.
“Or would you prefer this, perhaps?” He shifts suddenly to kneel behind me. I instinctively lift my bum more and spread my legs wider. He uses his thumbs to fully expose my clit. Then, he takes it between his lips and he sucks it.
“Christ, I – aaagh! My orgasm is instantaneous and so powerful it would have brought me to my knees but for the ropes securing me to the rail, and Matt’s shoulders between my thighs holding me up. My body shakes as the waves of sensation punch my nervous system into a quivering wreckage, the aftershocks alone still strong enough to make me groan with pure pleasure.
At last it stops, my scrambled senses start to gather again and I become aware of my surroundings. I open my eyes and attempt to focus on Matt’s hallway several feet below. His tongue is still flicking my clit, but more slowly now, leisurely, drawing me back into this moment of shared intimacy. He draws back and stands, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.
“Well done, love. You didn’t drop it.”
“What? Drop what?”
“Our little toy. You can let me have it now though.”

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About the Author

Ashe BarkerI’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres. I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.
On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor too.
My other titles are many and varied, and include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. My stand alone novels are The Three Rs, Chameleon, Red Skye at Night, and Faith but this list grows all the time. The Widow Is Mine is a full length medieval erotic romance which I wrote for The Conquered Brides collection. I’ve also written several short stories, including Re-Awakening, a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, and a MM story, Bodywork, which was included in the Amazon best-selling collection Brit Boys on Boys. You can find all my stories on my author page on Amazon.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too. And more recently on Tsu

Never Play Games with Daddy – Renee Rose Stops By

HHD BCJoin me in welcoming Renee Rose to Friends on Friday to talk about her sexy new book, Her Hollywood Daddy.

Never Play Games with Daddy

by Renee Rose

Hi Normandie! Thank you so much for having me today! I think a good dominant calls his sub on his/her stuff. In the case of Marissa, my young Hollywood starlet, she is struggling with a tangled relationship between herself and her mom, who also acts as her manager. Joel supports Marissa in the moment, but once they are in the car, he calls her on her passive-aggressive behavior:


He sat down beside her and dropped a hand on her knee. “Are you okay?”
She exhaled. “Yeah. Let’s just get going, though, okay?” She didn’t want her mom toddling over to her window and wanting to “talk.”
He put the car in reverse and backed out.
“Just so we’re clear, if you ever give me that passive-aggressive line about your phone being dead when you really just didn’t want to call me, I will bend you over my lap and spank your bare bottom until you can’t sit down.”
She gaped in surprise.
“And when I’ve finished paddling you raw, I will put a plug in your naughty ass and you’ll stand in the corner with your panties down and your red cheeks on display until I’m sure you’ve learned never to play games with Daddy.”
Heat flushed down her neck, across her breasts and to her core. Her bottom prickled at the threat. “It was true,” she said in a small, babygirl voice.
He lifted an eyebrow and she shrank in her seat. “I will spank you for lying, too.”
She chewed on her lip, trying to figure out if he meant it as a warning or if she’d just earned a spanking. “You would spank me, or you will?”
One corner of his mouth tugged up. “Consider it a warning, little girl.”
She couldn’t decide if she was relieved or disappointed.

Her Hollywood Daddy

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.

You can pick up your copy of Her Hollywood Daddy here:

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About the Author

Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink.

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