By Normandie Alleman (Guest Blogger)
Thanks
for letting me stop by today Lisabet and share my new release, Poor
Little Daddy’s Girl, with you. It's the story of a
firefighter who tries to tame a wild wealthy socialite after he
rescues her from a fire she unwittingly set herself. Though he’s
appalled by Charmaine’s careless behavior, he can’t deny his
attraction to her and decides he must take her in hand.
Today,
we get to know our sexy hero a little bit better in this character
interview with firefighter and Daddy Dom Hunter Baldwin.
Describe
your best and worst quality.
Best quality? I’m very protective, and I’ve dedicated my life to keeping other people safe. My worst quality is that sometimes I can be too rigid and hard on people.
What is your biggest secret no one knows about?
I hate public speaking.
What are you most afraid of?
Something bad happening to Charmaine or my mother.
What do you want more than anything?
To head up the firefighter’s academy.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
Haha. I’ll just put on whatever is clean, or even whatever passes “the sniff test”. If we go somewhere nice, Charmaine picks out my clothes. I’m happy in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Would you ever date someone who was opposite of you?
(Laughs) Well, I dated Charmaine, and we’re opposite in a lot of ways.
How did that turn out? No spoilers!
You’ll have to read the book and see.
What challenges did you have growing up?
My dad died when I was young. That was hard. I felt like I had to become the man of the house from the time I was ten. I’ve always been very protective of my mother, and when I grew up I guess that transferred over to my work.
What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?
Becoming a firefighter.
What is your most marked characteristic?
I’m very driven and focused.
What is your idea of happiness?
I like to constantly challenge myself, and since I have a job and a woman that provide daily challenges for me – that makes me happy.
Describe a perfect day.
It would start with a great save at work. One of those days where you know you really made a difference in people’s lives. Then I’d go home and do a sexy scene with Charmaine. I love trying new things with her, keeping her a little off balance.
What is it you most dislike?
Dishonest people.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I’d like to be more tolerant and maybe a little more easy-going.
What is the characteristic you like most in a man?
Loyalty
What is the characteristic you like most in a woman?
I need loyalty in a woman too, but God help me, I like ‘em feisty.
What’s sexy to you?
When a strong, confident woman submits to you. There’s nothing as enticing as the trust reflected in her eyes.
What is your motto?
When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
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Thanks
for the interview, Hunter!
Blurb
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.
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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3 comments:
I love this, Normandie! You've got real fireworks going between these two characters!
Good luck with the release - heck, with the whole series.
Thanks so much Lisabet! A compliment from you goes a long way. I think I'm blushing. Hunter and I enjoyed stopping by.
Oh this sounds goooood! Love firefighters... enjoyed the interview!
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