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Taken by the Tycoon by Normandie Alleman Contemporary Romance Older woman, Younger man		Tamed by the Buccaneer by Normandie Alleman Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Bk 3 Historical Romance

Tamed by the Buccaneer
by Normandie Alleman
Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Book Three
Life as a buccaneer in the Caribbean in 1668 is not for the faint of heart, but at least Gaston Galette has a beautiful wife at his side and in his bed. During the day she serves as the ship’s physician, while at night in his cabin she is his saucy yet submissive wench.

But after countless brushes with death, Gaston has begun to wonder if it might be time to give up swashbuckling for good. The urgency of the matter is increased when, despite her stubborn refusal to acknowledge the obvious, it becomes clear that Frederica is carrying his child.

Having already lost one family years ago, Gaston cannot stand the thought of losing another, and as far as he is concerned it is time to start building a new life on dry land. Fearing the loss of everything he holds dear, Gaston is determined to convince Frederica to return with him to the Carolina colony and the home he left behind so long ago. But will the strong-willed lass allow herself to be tamed by the buccaneer?
Content Note: Includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, elements of BDSM, and more

Genre: Historical Romance
Content/Theme(s): Adventure, Pirates, Ménage, D/s, Spanking
Release Date: June 26, 2015
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications

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Tamed by the Buccaneer Excerpt:
“I don’t see what business it is of yours where I go or what I do,” she spat.

He chortled at the ridiculous assertion. “My dear, long before you were my wife, you agreed to be my slave. Slaves do what their master commands them. And when you became my wife, you promised, took a vow, to love, honor, and obey me so how can you question my interest in your whereabouts?” He paused. “Especially in your condition.”

“What condition is that?” Sally piped up.

Frederica glared at her pointedly. “That is none of your concern,” she said in a measured tone.

Ignoring her, Gaston said proudly, “I believe my beloved wife shall be presenting me with a son in a few months.”

Sally’s hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to hide her smile. She looked at Gaston, then at Frederica, her eyes shining merrily.

Frederica rolled her eyes. “That’s enough of that.” She straightened her spine.

“In any case, my wife is due a punishment. That’s clear enough.” Gaston turned to Sally. “Would you like to help me to administer it?”

Sally giggled. “It would be my pleasure, Captain Galette.” A mischievous look crossed her face.

“Now see here…” Frederica attempted to increase her haughtiness, but Gaston and Sally simply ignored her.

“Help me rid her of this ridiculous costume,” Gaston said to Sally. They began to pull her blouse over her head. Underneath she wore an undershirt that was almost transparent in the lamplight. The outline of her heavy breasts cast a shadow on the wall.

“Stand up,” Sally barked sharply, and Frederica appeared too surprised by the tiny woman’s command to disobey. She stood and Gaston stood back while Sally yanked down her pants and removed Frederica’s boots.

All that was left covering Frederica were her shift and her drawers. Gaston raised an eyebrow. “Remove all of it.”
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Taken by the Tycoon
by Normandie Alleman
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?

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Older woman, Younger man, Billionaire, light BDSM, Spanking
Release Date: February 10, 2015
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications

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Taken by the Tycoon Excerpt:
Beyoncé blared in the car, and Violet gyrated to the catchy beat. Ever since her divorce nine months ago, she’d been feeling more like her old self. Her teenage self. While the end of her marriage had depressed her, it had also liberated her. With no overbearing husband to squash her personality, which had been described as vivacious in her younger days, Violet felt as if she had a second chance at life. And she planned to make the most of it.

She’d lost twenty pounds and rediscovered a libido she thought had disappeared ages ago. During the last five years of her marriage to Marvin, sex had fallen by the wayside. When it had happened, Violet had accepted her lack of carnal activity as part of life. She’d convinced herself she didn’t need it and had effectively shut down her body’s needs, replacing sex with food.

Now that she was single again, her sex drive had begun to thaw out of the deep freeze in which she’d buried it. The music played on, and her hips wouldn’t be still. She bopped in her seat all the way to the club. She was playing tennis with her friend Leta today. A game on the clay court beat a trip to the gym any day.

When she arrived, she greeted Leta and they played two sets. Leta won both, but Violet didn’t mind. She was more of a social player than a competitive one. Truth be told she liked the companionship more than the tennis, but she needed the exercise so it was a great trade-off. Plus, she also didn’t mind the admiring stares she’d been getting from some of the male players on nearby courts. Maybe she should consider playing mixed doubles…

After the match, the women went to the locker room to clean up. Once they were showered and refreshed, they made their way to the main dining room. As Violet walked past the entrance to the men’s grill, she glanced inside and found herself staring straight into the eyes of none other than Stuart Swearingen.

His blond hair, long on top, short at the neck, gave him a youthful and devastatingly handsome appearance. He wore a starched, white button-down shirt that highlighted his deep tan beautifully. He raised an eyebrow and flashed her a cavalier smile with the confidence of a man who knew his affect on women—namely, making them weak in the knees.

Startled, Violet gave him a nervous smile in return and rushed past the doorway.

“What’s gotten into you?” Leta asked.

“Nothing,” Violet hissed. Then, “I’ll tell you once we’re sitting down.” She looked over her shoulder worried someone might hear.

Violet and Leta sat down and ordered some iced tea and chicken salad for lunch.

“So what was going on back there?” Leta asked.

“Nothing really. It’s just that Stuart Swearingen was back there. Do you know him?” Violet attempted indifference but was afraid it failed miserably.

“Who doesn’t know him?” Leta waved her hand in front of her face.

“I mean, do you know him?” Violet persisted.

“I’ve met him a few times.” Leta shrugged. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Violet giggled. “He’s so hot.”

“Violet, you have a crush on him!” Leta laughed.

Violet blushed. “Okay, maybe I do.” She tossed her napkin in her lap with a flourish. “So what?” she asked with mock defiance.

“Well, I could care less, but he’s awfully young.” Leta said in a sing-songy voice.

“I don’t see why that matters,” Violet said, brushing Leta’s words aside. “It never hurts to window shop,” she said, then changed the subject to Leta’s mother-in-law who was coming to town the next day, much to Leta’s chagrin.

An hour later, Violet hugged Leta goodbye, then made her way back to the ladies’ locker room to grab her bag of tennis duds. Standing in front of her locker, her mind wandered to all the errands she had to run, what she needed from the store… She was creating lists in her head when a breeze drifted up her arm, and she felt a presence behind her.

“Violet.” A gruff voice sounded in her ear, and an alarm bell rang in her brain. With her body still facing the lockers, she turned her head ever so slightly to see who it was.

It was him. Good Lord, what was he doing in the ladies’ locker room?

“Yes?” Her voice warbled, and her knees threatened to buckle.

“I waited until your friend was gone. I wanted to talk to you.” Stuart Swearingen rasped in her ear. He was right behind her, centimeters from touching her.

“You did? Why?” Violet’s heart raced and her muscles tensed. What could he possibly want with her? A part of her was outraged he had the gall to enter the women’s dressing room unannounced and sneak up behind her, but another part was fascinated and intrigued by his odd behavior. It wasn’t fear she felt exactly, but excitement, a shot of adrenaline coursed through her veins.

“It’s been a long time,” he growled.

“Yes, it has,” she answered nervously. “You’ve grown up quite a bit.”

He chuckled. It was a deep throaty sound and made her legs quiver. “I guess I have, and you’ve never looked sexier.” Heat rose between them as he closed the distance separating them. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.” His breath was moist on her neck.

Mortified, Violet snapped, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled and took one of her hands in his. “Yes, you do.”

Violet took a step backwards to close her locker, and her derriere bumped against his pelvis, sandwiching his erection between them. He lifted her hand to his lips and planted a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Goosebumps surfaced on her skin, and she shuddered with delight.

“Have you ever considered being a sub?” he asked.

“A what?” she responded.

He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. “A submissive. I like to dominate.” He spun her around to face him, then placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to him. To her surprise, he bent his head and touched his lips to hers. His mouth captured hers, and his tongue darted between her lips, invading, exploring. Violet’s pulse raced and she found herself returning the kiss, following his lead. She melted into his arms, giving in to his passionate embrace. A warm, hazy cloud of longing settled over her and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like that, but it had to have been years.

Then he stepped away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

“Let me know if you’re interested.” With that, he pressed a business card into her hand, threw her a sexy wink then strolled out of the women’s locker room as if it was his private boudoir instead of a public lavatory for members of the opposite sex.

Violet stared down at the card in her hand. Clutching it in her palm, she gathered herself and somehow walked to her car on unsteady feet.
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