Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Hi, I'm Jake Hargate and I'm not very comfortable talking about myself but my Master, Max Krause ordered me to do this. He said this will help me strengthen my social skills. I'm not sure how but since he wants me to do it, here I am.
First an introduction, I'm married to Max and Ally. I'm not into socializing or talking about myself hence my Master's orders nevertheless you can find out a lot about me, too much in fact, by reading Peyton Brittany Clarke's book- Bound To Them.
It centers on me and my relationship with my estranged family and my love for my new family i.e. my husband and wife- Max and Ally.
If you read the book you'll find out a lot about me but there are some things that are not in there hence this article, my five secrets. The one's I'm about to reveal isn't too private but are informative nonetheless. So here they are...
Secret One- I am in a BDSM relationship with a man and a woman. The man, Max is my Dominant, my husband, and my hero. Why? Because he rescued me. I'll never forget it and I'll always love him for that but it's not the only reason why I said: “I do.”
Secret Two- Ally is my wife. Not much of a secret hunh? Well, it is sort of because she's legally married to Max but the three of us made our own vows during our wedding ceremony. It was in town in front of Max's- I mean our friends. I have to remember that. Yes, I like them too but it's hard getting used to the idea that I have real friends now. Back to my original point, my family back east doesn't know that I'm married to Ally. I'm sure they'd approve of my marriage to woman quicker than they would to a man except for the fact that Ally comes from a poor family and well poverty of any sort doesn't sit well with my parents. Except for poverty of the spirit but that's a conversation for a different time.
Secret Three- I need to submit. I love topping Ally and she is my life. I need to top her. It's because I'm a Dom by nature and I like being in charge. It's who I am. But that's not why I top her. I top her because she needs to be dominated just like me. However, my inner submissive wants to be taken care of and that's what Max does for me. Ally understands this and doesn't judge me for it. She doesn't see me as less than a man for it either because she knows what it's like to be topped by Max. The feeling is like heaven on Earth.
Secret Four- I've always wanted to be a cowboy. When I was growing up I wanted to play cowboys and Indians but my parents wouldn't allow it. They said it was beneath me. In fact, there were few things that rose to the level of the Hargate name and running around with a cowboy hat and six-shooters was definitely not one of them. Even though they forbade it when I was alone and I would pretend to be a cowboy out west rustling cattle living out on the frontier. When I grew up I went into the navy but after I got out and got married – my husband gave me my second dream- the life of a cowboy.
Secret Five- I never set out to become a submissive or a switch or live in a polyamorous menage or whatever it's called. All I know is that I fell head over heals for a girl that was already taken. And in the end, I was swept off my feet by the man who loved her. Now we all love each other and for once in my life I am happy and in love.
[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual Cowboy BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
Jake Hargate is a man with a past. Born into a rich and powerful political family in Massachusetts, they were all raised to believe one thing: protect the family's interests at all costs. After leaving that life behind, Jake finds love and happiness married to Max Krause, a Dom, and Ally Renjel, a submissive. Being Max's submissive gives Jake the security he needs, and topping Ally gives him the control he craves.
But when a political scandal threatens to ruin Jake's brother, a prominent governor who hopes to move up the political ladder, Jake is drawn into a dark world of vengeance he swore he'd never enter again. Jake's family gives him a choice: help them or risk the life he cherishes with Max and Ally.
Deciding to do whatever it takes to protect Max and Ally, Jake is drawn into a world of darkness. Will Max and Ally be able to rescue him, or will Jake be lost forever?
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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Monday, July 10, 2017
At Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of passion…
I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.
It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And I want in.
Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and Boyce to take me back.
We used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive the pleasure of having them both?
It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.
Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal hours ago.
As long as the female audience members went wild, she would keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she desperately needed a break.
A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene. Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot at working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.
One hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her work, too.
As she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.
Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.
Her reward, however, was not child appropriate.
No way. No how.
Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight. The events, where participation was allowed by members both at the club and online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing, though.
It was always a surprise when it came to those two.
She shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys play with their toys.
Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.
There was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend her night watching porn. And it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic tendencies.
Her former Master recommended the online dungeon when it became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.
Once she’d discovered two of her closest friends from college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the world, warmed her heart.
And a few other strategic lady bits.
Someday she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.
And hunted through the archives.
Several times over.
The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d invested in all the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the proper equipment.
Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?
A quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee, Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the director wanted to ditch the segment.
Task completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto her secure server. An email containing the link to the director was next and meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge screen she’d mounted on the wall.
Two very familiar faces stared back at her.
Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond, piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most formidable Viking would find intimidating.
Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious. Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin. Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was still all dominant authority.
Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men scened together every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.
“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”
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Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.
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Sunday, July 9, 2017
Blood Bond by Peyton Brittany Clarke-He Was The Most Powerful Alpha She'd Ever Met #DominanceSubmission #RomanceNovel #Menage
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle.
Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.
Jarrod couldn’t believe he was telling Colton this, revealing so much of himself to a man he once considered his rival.
“They say we rogues have no feelings. That we can’t connect to people and don’t care about those around us. But we do. I guess I chose to tune out the critics because I thought I was never going to get married.”
“You weren’t the only one.”
“When I joined the Agency, the job didn’t scare me because I didn’t care if I died. Our people shunned me anyway, what was the difference? I wouldn’t be missed. And without any mates I’d die from the Rut, so I figured I might as well go out doing something useful. Honorable.”
He paused and sat forward. “And she and I met. She knew before me. Can you believe that?”
Colton chuckled. “Yes I can. She did the same thing to me.”
“She always said she got lucky. The real truth is, I’m the lucky one.” A lump grew in Jarrod’s throat.
He swallowed hard to get rid of it.
“So now here I am. I have it all. With a woman I never thought I’d get and a life I love. And this asshole is doing his best to take her away from me. How does that make me feel? Homicidal.”
She escorted him to the front door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.
“I wasn’t even trying hard. Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.
He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.
“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
His piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.
Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified Ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body. She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping from the lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.
He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.
Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.
He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.
She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.
She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.
He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her. The muscles in her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.
She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.
She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.
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