#EroticRomance #FirstChapters : DADDY MOREBUCKS by @NormandieA #TRRezine #Ezine

“I really enjoyed this story because it shows the true nature of a Daddy Dom/Sub relationship. It gives you a taste of age play without the extremes. Daddy Morebucks shows you what a Daddy Dom truly is; someone that can care for you endlessly but also punish you when you’ve broken the rules.” ~ 5 Stars from Felicity at Mad Gypsy in Wonderland

“Forget Fifty Shades, this book is what having a Bdsm relationship is what its all about. The dominance and submissiveness between James and Marley is extremely hot. The love between the two draws you in. I couldn’t put the book down.” ~ 5 stars from NailzbyKaz

“I thoroughly enjoyed this book! I absolutely adored Marley, her character had me laughing out loud at times and I just love that! This book has a well developed plot with great character depth, you can’t help but feel compassion for Marley’s difficulties or for James’ wariness based on prior relationships… I eagerly await book two!” ~ 5 stars from SH at Amazon

 

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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?

Chapter One

Sitting on the barstool, Marley crossed her fingers and legs for luck. She tried, but couldn’t quite get her toes to cross in high-heeled shoes. Dear God, please let this be the right place for a score.

In a flirtatious gesture, she tossed her jet-black hair over her shoulder and glanced around the swanky hotel bar for prospects. The sophisticated low lighting and the rich mahogany furnishings gave the place a cozy, yet elegant feel. Elaborate sconces dotted the walls. Exotic plants warmed the metallic, modern tables and the sleek bar at which she sat.

The other patrons were lost in conversation. No loners. No potential johns. Marley sighed deeply. With only enough money for one cocktail, she realized her time was limited. She couldn’t nurse the same drink all night.

“What the hell,” she thought and took a slug of her mojito.

She was about to ask the bartender if he knew where she could find some action when a nervous-looking gentleman carrying a briefcase walked into the lounge. He scanned the room like someone who had just realized he lost his wallet and was returning to the place where he hoped to God he’d find it.

Marley looked at him with interest. This guy had potential. The man glanced up, meeting her gaze. Relief washed over his face, and he stalked straight toward her.

“Um, may I help you?” Marley asked.

“Oh, I hope so. May I sit down?” He indicated the bar stool next to hers.

Upon further inspection he didn’t look like her usual clients—businessmen far from home—but you never knew and she was desperate not to have to spend the night in the shelter again tonight. “Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

He sat down heavily, mopping his brow with a napkin from a stack atop the bar. His head was shiny, bald as a cue ball, and he wore glasses with thick, black frames. Nerdy. Harmless.

Marley waited.

Finally, he stage-whispered, “Please don’t throw a drink on me or anything, but you wouldn’t happen to be a working girl, would you?”

The corners of her mouth turned up. She had the choice of being insulted or taking this question as a compliment. Marley chose to take it as a compliment. Nobody approached ugly, nasty girls in hotel bars and asked them such things. Did they?

She gave him her best come-hither look. “Who wants to know?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“I do. I mean, not for me. See, I was supposed to arrange a date for my boss, and she didn’t show up. Oh my God, he’s going to kill me.” He jiggled his leg as he talked. The man was a bundle of nerves.

“Wait, what?” A boss. He had a boss. Now she was getting somewhere. Placing her hand on his shaking leg, she turned the charm up to max volume, purring, “Why don’t you tell me all about it… and maybe you should have a drink.”

He took a deep breath and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

“Okay, my employer.” He cleared his throat and took a long draw on his drink before continuing. “He has certain tastes and my job, well, one of my jobs, is to occasionally procure a woman for him who can meet his needs.”

“Interesting. And what needs might those be?” Marley had no doubt she could meet the man’s needs, whatever they were. For a warm bed for the night and some cash, she would do just about anything. Had done just about anything.

When people get desperate enough, they’ll surprise even themselves as to what they would do. She could attest to that.

“Do you know what a dom is?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Well, that’s what he is. Doesn’t usually like to play with the same girl twice. You’ll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, a contract, the works. But he pays well.”

Never the same girl twice. That sucks. So much for finding Daddy Warbucks.

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