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Blog Tour - Promo & Review: Her Web Master by Normandie Alleman

22/11/2015

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Title: Her Web Master


Author: Normandie Alleman


Genre: Erotica Romance, BDSM



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An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.
 
I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go...
 
My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me--body, mind, and soul--into an ocean of eroticism.
 
Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me.  If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we've built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.
 
Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, "For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid."
 
And I am going to pay...
 
Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you're looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
Huge thank you for the ARC provided! I've enjoyed the Daddy's Girl series by Normandie Alleman and decided to go ahead with this book.

While it is a decent BDSM story, I found myself unable to connect to the story or characters and ended giving up at the 50% mark. The dynamic seems to lean more towards humiliation and pain. The whole degrading and pain thing isn't really my thing. The relationship between the two main characters seemed rather cold which is another factor that I didn't like, though it is simply a "training". 

I'm going to hold off on rating this book (mainly because I'm also highly picky with the BDSM novels that I read). I hope you'll enjoy this much more than I did!
​But do check out Normandie's Daddy's Girl series.
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Excerpt . . .

I stared at the ice cubes in my glass, all that was left of my first drink. I was only allowed two, so I relished the sensation as bourbon sank deliciously into my bloodstream, numbing me ever so slightly. I tried to wait patiently for the next cocktail to arrive, but patience had never been my strong suit. An only child, spoiled rotten by my parents who’d all but given up on having children when I came along, I wasn’t accustomed to waiting. But today of all days, I needed that next drink to calm my frayed nerves.
The restaurant at the Omni Hotel wasn’t crowded, about what one expected on a Thursday late afternoon. The elegant décor looked to be the result of a recent remodel, and I wondered who had done it. My mother would want to know the name of the designer. She served as the director of Fort Worth’s Junior Cotillion, as well as on a number of museum boards, and she’d taught me to stay abreast of all things related to the arts, but right now considering the hotel’s new look only helped distract me from an imminent meeting with the most important man in my life.
I was excited yet anxious because this would be my first meeting with my lover.
Our first meeting face-to-face.
He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear. My hair wasn’t choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It always misbehaved.
I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my friends had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.
Sure it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that could never have been met by my philandering husband.  I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure.
What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me.
I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir”, but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated only via Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
I always insisted we not use a webcam, even though he implored me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher at one of Fort Worth’s finest preparatory schools! I couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped during our play sessions. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination.
But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
The waiter set my second bourbon in front of me. Always cognizant of my manners, I thanked him with a smile. I had been born into one of the wealthiest families in Texas and I’ve been given every advantage. I attended the right boarding schools, wore the right clothes, and behaved as any proper debutante should. And what had that gotten me?
An unfulfilling marriage to an unfaithful jackass and a lifetime of trying to meet other people’s expectations rather than my own. I sipped my drink then smiled. But not today. Today I was doing what I wanted for a change.
I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past four months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d daydreamed about.
Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero in a book, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. Always a disappointment.
I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I pictured him wearing glasses, possibly he had a beard.
In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that was captivating. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that. I wanted to please him.
Draining my second drink, I considered a third. I sighed deeply at the thought of the swats that MC would rain down on me for breaking his two-drink maximum. It made me wriggle in my chair, and the excitement between my legs spread down into my toes. My phone showed it was 5:12, and my tummy tightened. Any minute now… He told me he would be here at 5:15. The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice came from behind my chair. It was a sound I’d come to crave and hearing it sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in time, to stop things while things were still beautiful between us, before reality could mar the fantasy.
A hand circled my nape. His touch was like an electric current, setting my skin aflame. I leaned back against his fingers, shamelessly aching for more, though I knew I should maintain my composure because we were in a public place. But it was all I could do not to moan out loud.
He wrapped my long hair over his wrist and gripped it firmly. “I see you were looking at your phone. Did you think I’d be late?”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Good. I’m going to sit beside you, to your left, but you will keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?” He pulled my hair tight, and I immediately wondered if anyone in the restaurant noticed.
“Yes, Sir.” My heart thumped hard in my chest.
“That’s better.”
He let go of my hair, and I yearned for him to touch me again. I kept my eyes closed, though I knew I must look an odd spectacle.
“Was that your second drink?”
I nodded.
“I expect you to answer me properly.”
I squirmed in my seat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like another one?”
“Yes, but you said I could only have two.”
“Do you plan to be a good girl today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Since you followed my directions so well and this is something of a special occasion, you may have another one. What would you like?”
“I’ll have a bourbon and water, please, Sir.”
“That’s a mighty strong drink for a young lady.”
I wasn’t that young, but I appreciated the chivalrous thought. “My grandmother taught me that if you drink bourbon and water it won’t sneak up on you the way sweeter drinks will. That way a lady can always take care of herself.”
“Smart woman, your grandmother.”
I listened as he ordered more drinks, my eyes closed the whole time, feeling ridiculous. Then I gave up and lowered my head, pretending to look at the ground. I’d spent my entire life being worried about what people thought of me. It was exhausting, trying to be perfect all the time.
Part of me was dying to cheat, to open my eyes to see what this dynamic man actually looked like, while the other part was enjoying the game and wished it could go on forever. Because once I saw his face, nothing between us would ever be the same. The fantasy would disappear, replaced by a yet-to-be-known reality, with only a few of the fragments of our mutual projection remaining.
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About the Author . . .

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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 children, hunky 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.

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[Review] Becoming Daddy's Girl by Normandie Alleman

18/10/2015

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​Title: Becoming Daddy's Girl
(#4 of Daddy's Girl)


Author: Normandie Alleman


Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, BDSM, DD/LG


Rating: ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪


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When Kimberly’s boss, Charles, deploys to Iraq before she can admit that she’s fallen in love with him, she intends to do her best to let him go and move on with her life, but everything changes after Charles suffers a near-fatal injury and comes home temporarily to recuperate.

Wounded or not, Charles isn’t going to let a girl like Kimberly slip through his fingers, and he doesn’t hesitate to let her know how he feels. She responds beautifully to his dominant lovemaking, and her willingness to submit to him only increases his desire for her. But when duty sends Charles back overseas, will it tear them apart or can Kimberly’s love for her daddy withstand the storms of war until he comes home and she can be his little girl again?
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He confined her so that the most she could do was writhe slightly,
and he liked to feel her struggle against him.
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A huge shoutout and thank you to Normandie Allleman for providing me with the book! ​You made my day after a horrible week!
It had been several months since the dream about Charles started. In her dream she was in Charles’ workshop with him. She asked him to show her his ‘tools.’
She blushed just thinking about it. 
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As he showed her his array of woodworking tools, he came up behind her and held her close. She’d moaned with pleasure, hoping, praying he’d take her. The beating of her heart sounded in her ears.
I absolutely adored this book best out of the entire series! Though the DD/LG aspect only comes in towards the 75% mark of the book and it is pretty mild, it is still a great read. The front portion of the book was pretty much about of how their relationship formed and grew. I adored Charles and his protectiveness! And I love that he's always down for some rough play. I'm gonna alike him to a teddy bear. I love how fierce and sincerely Kimberly cared for Charles.
She encircled his neck, taking care not to bump his bad arm, and hugged him tight. ​
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It felt like they were both safe, him on U.S. soil, and her in his protective embrace. She wished they could stay that way, clinging to each other in a parking lot forever if it meant that he didn’t have to go away again.
His (ex)wife, Vanessa, is an utter bitch though. There were so many time I wanted to just run her over with a truck, multiple times and be done with it. I wanted to wrap Charles up in a hug and soothe his hurt away. What an utter witch. I'd be glad to see karma slap her in the face!
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​Not only did she see him every day, but now she was seeing him in her dreams.
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A lot of him. 

She stared at his big, strong laborer’s hands and her stomach did a flip. What she wouldn’t give to have those hands all over her body.
I have a complaint! The story ended so abruptly I didn't know what to do but to cry in despair. Dramatic, I know but it ended without a definitely ending and epilogue! I like my happy endings! And I'd like to see the witch get burned on a stake and them to have more steamy sex! Overall a love for me <3

​Here's a bonus steamy scene for you!
“No need to fear me, Kimberly,” he crooned, then smacked her cheeks again. “I simply can’t help but want to spank that delicious ass of yours.” His palm cracked against it again, stinging the skin on her rump. It warmed with each slap of his hand, and for some reason she liked it.
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To her great humiliation he spread open her pussy lips. She could feel herself turning red. “What are you doing?” she whined, wishing he would stop and just fuck her already.

“Examining how beautiful you are.”

That he was just staring at her naked buttocks, pulling apart her folds, inspecting every nook and cranny of her pussy made her wriggle with discomfort.

“Hold still,” he said and smacked her bottom again.

“I’m sorry,” she warbled.


“That’s a good girl,” he soothed as he slipped a finger inside her.
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Review & Promo: Poor Little Daddy's Girl by Normandie Alleman

17/1/2015

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Title: Poor Little Daddy's Girl
(#3 of Daddy's Girl)


Author: Normandie Alleman


Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, BDSM, DD/Lg


Rating: ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪  


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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.
Gosh. Can I just say this book is a major turn on! Doesn't help that it's dd/lg, such a sinful pleasure! If you are into the whole being punished kink, then this book is definitely right for you! The sexy factor and dirty talking in this book is off the charts!
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"You're nice and wet. That's a good girl," 

he said stroking her waist with his other hand.

His praise warmed her insides and she shivered with pleasure at his words. "And do you know what good girls get?"

"A good fucking."
I enjoyed that first half of the book immensely but it kinda went downhill towards the second half. I enjoyed how they met and how Hunter spanked her the very first meeting but I didn't like how Hunter just upped and left Charmaine all because he couldn't deal with her being rich and he had a bad experience dating a rich girl, and decided he doesn't want to get involved with her any further when he already was involved with her. I get that we are all humans and mistakes can't be avoided but...it just made him seem less appealing to me. Charmaine was pretty okay and quite relatable though nothing really made her stick. She was a lil too bratty for my tastes though it often leads to very very hot steam.
When they reached the bottom, he had the strangest urge not to take her outside, but to trap her against the wall and press his lips hard to hers. Invade that sassy little mouth with his tongue and squeeze her breast hard enough to make her flinch.
I'm into the whole sassy/bratty thing but have that scene being repeated over and over and over again throughout the book can get a little flat and boring :P Overall, still a panty-wetting read though!
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Pouting prettily, she said, "I love your place but...your little kitten has needs." 

This made him chuckle. "You have needs, huh? Well, right now, you need to stop talking and let me fuck you senseless."

He touched a warning finger to her lips and she widened her eyes to show she was complicit with his plan. They hurriedly dispensed with the rest of their clothes and he picked her up and tossed her on the new sofa. "Need to christen this anyway," he teased. 

She nodded, wide eyed, showing great restraint by not saying anything - just like Daddy asked.
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Excerpt . . .

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.

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About The Author . . .

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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Daddy's Game, Normandie Alleman

3/6/2014

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I decided to go for Daddy's Game since I enjoyed Daddy Morebucks.
It definitely didn't disappoint but I think no Daddy Dom/Little Girl would top Cara Dee's Look But Don't Touch though. That book takes the cake!

Check out Who's Your Daddy week over at Normandie Alleman's Page!
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Title: Daddy's Game (#2 of Daddy's Girl)

Author: Normandie Alleman

Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance, Sports, Erotica, BDSM, DD/LG

Rating: ♪ ♪ ♪ 

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Publisher’s Note: Daddy’s Game is the second book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first book in the series, Daddy Morebucks, but it is a stand-alone novel. The content of Daddy’s Game includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, elements of age play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. Carmen soon discovers that Natron is the type of man who sees what he wants and goes after it… and apparently what he wants is her. Almost before she knows it Carmen finds herself taking everything Natron gives her and begging for more, and when he reveals that he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree. 

At the top of his profession, Natron has money, fame, and all the perks that go with them, and now at last in Carmen he has found a woman he wants to share it with. His life feels complete… until in a split second everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it all, but will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself, his teammates, and his little girl? 
It's very well-written, the characters were nicely developed with a good story line. I was afraid it was going to be boring. Daddy's Game gives us a peek into, what seemed to me, a realistic dd/lg relationship. I like that we get to see Natron being brought down by life and we get to see his insecurities. I do wish Carmen would be a little more feisty though, I like my female MCs sassy and feisty :D But both Carmen and Natron didn't let me down much though. I enjoyed getting to know them!
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I love love love watching their relationship bloom and develop! They were adorable together! I just wished there would be more fluff (since this is a dd/lg themed book) and "awww" moments. I just feel that there wasn't enough dd/lg moments. The only thing that upset me was that I wasn't really drawn into the story!
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“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided. “Everything but.” He took her wrists and held them firmly.

She groaned. All this teasing was driving her insane; she wanted him inside her.

He lifted his pelvis so his cock rubbed against her swollen clit and then down to her throbbing pussy.

“That’s not fair,” she whimpered.

“Didn’t say it was fair, but that’s the game. The game you agreed to play.” His eyes locked with hers and she saw her own lust and frustration mirrored in his eyes.

It wasn’t much of a battle. Her brain told her to hold off, enjoy the foreplay… but her pussy had other ideas. Pulsing with a heartbeat all its own, her nether regions took charge, and her intrepid lust won the day. In a defiant move, she uncharacteristically challenged him. Though he held her arms, she shifted her crotch and impaled herself onto him.

Relief washed over her as she took him inside her. Slowly she rocked back, letting him fill her completely. The sensation was so welcome, tears began to form in her eyes.

He freed her wrists and she swiped at her eyes before laying her hands on either side of his chest to balance herself. Dropping her pelvis up and down, she fucked him at a languid pace, relishing every nuance of the movement. Her eyelids slowly fluttered shut as she embraced the delicious sensations that gripped her body. So it shocked her when she felt a sharp slap to her ass.

Her eyes flew open and she cried out.

“That’s a naughty little girl, fucking Daddy when she was supposed to do everything butthat.”

His words stopped her cold. She wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.

He smacked her again on the other cheek. “Don’t stop now. The only thing worse than a naughty girl who can’t follow directions is a cock-tease.”

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