Men of McKenna Downs Serial

Men of McKenna Downs Serial

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Serial is Finished, Plus WIP Updates

I finally finished that serial I told you about. It's a spin-off serial of the Men of McKenna Downs series. This serial is four books and it's about Danielle and her six men. It takes place on a parallel timeline as The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs.
I just have to read through and edit the last book and peek over everything to make sure all four books are consistent and then I'll send the serial off to the publisher by Tuesday or Wednesday. If you're reading this after April 22nd, then it's already been sent off.
The first book would come out sometime this summer.

I'm going to do one more read through and editing of Haunting Siren and then I'm going to either send it to the publisher or just self-publish it. It's been out of print for a while. It's time to bring it back. It should be out in May if I self-pub it.

After that I'm going to start working on the second Masters of Black Dragon book. This one will be about Miranda and her two Doms, Jason and Armand. It will probably come out in late July or early August, depending on the publisher's schedule.

We'll be moving soon, so that will probably take up June or whichever month we end up moving in. Once we're in, I'll update my website. Yes, for real. LOL

WIPs for later this year include finishing Winchester, Arizona 4, starting Temptation, Wyoming 8, and a few others.

Remember that really dark, angsty, disturbing MM trilogy I mentioned before? I finished book one recently. It's over 180k words, the longest book I've ever written. There are about twenty-five sex scenes in it. Carried away much? LOL
I'm well into book two now. I plan on publishing the trilogy, just not this year since I already have books lined up that will be coming out close together this year.

I also started something fairly light compared to what I normally write. It's one of those MF millionaire type of books. I didn't make him a billionaire because he's thirty and I just couldn't. LOL Millionaire's good, too, right?
Anyway, that one will be self-published and I want to have it come out early next year.

That's all for now. I just figured I should do an update. If I go all submarine and run silent for a while, it means I'm writing like a fiend. I'll still check in on Facebook and Twitter and say hi. I also respond to emails as long as it's not in my spam filter. Have a great day, guys!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Nook Book - The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs

If you have a Nook and want to put another book on it, here's one: The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs. Or if you were waiting for Melanie's sister, Kendall's story, this is it. :)

Word Count: 100,709

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, with M/M, exhibitionism, spanking, cropping, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
The torrid romance of Charlie Huntington and Kendall Laurie is torn apart by his scandalous proposition. Years later she goes to McKenna Downs to see her sister, Melanie, hoping to avoid him while she's there.
Fate has a sense of humor when it thrusts her into the arms of the very men Charlie wanted to share her with. His best friend, Quentin Adeniji, and Charlie's brothers, Shane, Justin, and René Huntington, are determined to keep her there. Falling for them is easy. Giving up a fashion career in New York is out of the question.
The men aren't the only ones with plans for her future. A hit-man has made her lovers his target. Even if he doesn't pick them off one by one, can she handle the town secret?
A wolf in disguise poses a more insidious threat. Someone has set their sights on one of her men and is determined that Kendall will never have him.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Guest Author Mardi Maxwell

Hi, guys! Today my guest is Mardi Maxwell. She's sharing an excerpt from her newest book.
Welcome, Mardi! :)

Nate's Naughty Nymph (The Doms of Club Mystique 5)

Mardi Maxwell

Nate McLeod does everything in his power to keep his sons alive even if it means letting them believe he's dead. While they're safe with his cousin, Jake Ramsey, he goes after the man who tried to kill him and harm them. Focused on his mission he doesn’t have time for relationships until DEA agent Nymph Lachlan walks back into his life.
Free-spirited Nymph believes in going after what she wants and that means Nate. When she tells him she's not interested in marriage then offers him a D/s relationship it's a proposal he can't refuse. She’ll submit in the bedroom but be his equal partner in their pursuit of Mendez' drug cartel.
When their mission leads them to Rendezvous, Texas, Nate is forced to reveal his identity to his sons. Now he and Nymph have two battles on their hands—stop Mendez and get the Ramsey brothers to let him be a part of their lives.

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The next morning, Nate glared at the curtain that divided the room he’d been moved to the previous evening. Deep snores rattled the glass in his window, and if could’ve he’d have thrown something at the snoring son of a bitch who’d kept him awake all night. He was contemplating pushing the call button for the nurse when the door swung open and the most luscious woman he’d ever seen strolled in. She was tall, maybe five feet nine inches with legs that went on forever and breasts that had his hands tingling with the need to touch them. The shorts she wore showed off muscled, slightly tanned thighs and hugged a full heart-shaped ass. Her V-necked T-shirt left a tantalizing bit of cleavage on display. She had curly blonde hair like Marilyn Monroe’s and soft brown eyes surrounded by long lashes. She stared back at him for a moment then a beautiful smile curved her lips and lit up her eyes before she peeked behind the curtain then looked at him again.
He expected her to leave or wake up the snorer. Instead she grabbed a chair, pulled it over to his bed and flopped down into it. She watched him as if she expected him to recognize her. When he didn’t say anything, she smiled.
“Hi, I’m Ny—Isabella.”
He caught her hesitation over her name but ignored it. She watched him as if she expected him to recognize her. When he didn’t say anything, a delicate brow curved upward and he reluctantly introduce himself. “Nate.”
“Nice to meet you, Nate.” She smiled and crossed her bare tanned legs. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Would you like to know where we met?”
Nate nodded.
“In a bar in Colombia. I was with my partner, Tony Hernandez. I had black hair back then and a great tan. You and your men led us into the jungle to a”—she hesitated—“a farm that grew a rather interesting crop.”
“How long ago was that?”
“A little over two years.”
Nate nodded as flashes of images filled his mind. “You went by Rambo back then.”
“It was a joke between Tony and me.”
Nate surprised himself by asking, “Were you and Hernandez lovers?”
She laughed, a husky sound that tightened the muscles of his stomach and sent a rush of blood to his cock.
“No. He’s married and has like half a dozen kids. Cute ones.”
Nate felt relieved, although he didn’t know why. Something about her stirred him up.
She pointed to the dividing curtain. “Have you met my uncle?”
“Only through his snores.”
She laughed. “His bed is broken and won’t sit up, so he snores all night. They’re changing it today.”
Nate couldn’t look away from her. She was curvier than hell. Just the way he liked his women. When she smiled a dimple appeared on her right cheek, and his heart thumped in his chest. He would’ve thought he was having a heart attack if it wasn’t for the tent appearing in the sheet covering his lap. Damned if he didn’t feel his cheeks heat with embarrassment when she glanced at the sheet, then grinned.
“You a married man, Nate?”
“Involved? Gay?”
“No and no.”
A second later she stood up, leaned over him, and brushed her lips over his before she sat back down. Nate was so stunned he didn’t even think to avoid her. He glanced at the IV in his arm and wondered what the hell they were giving him before he caught her staring at his lap again.
She nodded toward his cock. “I’ve had that effect on a lot of guys but you’re the first one I’ve ever wanted to maybe belong to. Mind if I see what you’ve got under there?”
When she reached for blanket’s edge, Nate forced his right arm to move and cover his lap. “Are you always this bold?”
“No, but the moment I saw you in Colombia I knew I wanted you. I hit on you back then but you turned me down. You were all business and you carried a big gun. It really turned me on. I love a man with a”—she glanced at his lap again—“big gun.”
“I was married.”
“She’s dead.”
“I’m sorry, Nate.”
When she started to pick up the tote she’d carried in with her, he began to panic at the thought of her leaving. “Nine months ago my car was run off the road. I hit a tree. It exploded. I was thrown clear. She died.”
“You blame yourself?”
He shook his head. “It was her lover who ran us off the road.”
She nodded. “Any kids?”
Nate ignored the question. “How about you? Married? Kids?”
“Nope. Single as the day I was born and too wild to have kids.” She smiled. “My job takes up most of my time.”
“Marines first, then the DEA.” She smiled. “I still want you. Are you going to let me have you this time?”
“I usually do the chasing, pet.”
A huge grin curved her lips. “I’ve always wanted to try being a Domme. I think you know what that is, right?”
Nate nodded.
“I’d really like to tie you up and play with you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then. Thank you.”
“Never going to happen, ever.”
“We’ll see.”
The snoring stopped and Nate breathed a silent sigh of relief. A lot of women had chased him because of his looks, but that had been before the explosion. Now he had laceration scars on his right cheek and neck and burn scars down his right side to his upper thigh. A small shudder swept through him as he realized how close he’d come to losing his dick. He bunched the sheet over his now-soft cock then stared at his uninvited guest. “Sounds like your uncle might be waking up.”


Nate wet his thumb in her juices then slid it down to her ass and pushed into her. “Are you embarrassed right now?”
“No, Sir.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want to come.”
Nate rose. He kissed her, then while his lips were still against hers he said, “I want you to play with your clit with your right hand, but when I tell you to stop I want you to obey me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He held still until he felt her fingers brush his wrist. He slid his thumb the rest of the way into her ass as he slid two fingers into her pussy. She drew in a breath and held it as she brushed her fingers over her clit, softly at first, then harder, faster.
“Oh, Nate, please, please.”
“Not yet, baby. Stroke that sweet little clit.”
Nymph moaned but he felt her fingers continue to move. Her breathing hitched, then she began to chant his name as the muscles in her legs tensed and her belly quivered.
He finger fucked her until he felt her vaginal walls tighten, then begin to flutter. “Stop, now, Nymph.”
“Nate, please.”
He continued to move his fingers as he waited to see what she would do. After a second, she moved her hand and dropped it onto her lower belly. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and she shivered then moaned. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. He stroked her a couple times then pushed his middle finger into her and used his index finger to stroke her clit. “Come now.”
“Oh, yes, oh, Nate,” she gasped, then drew in a deep breath.
Nate slammed his mouth over hers as she exploded and screamed her pleasure into his mouth. She trembled then collapsed onto the bed but he wasn’t done with her yet. He pinched her clit and gave it a little tug. “Come for me, again.”
A long-drawn-out moan hummed from her lips as he slid his fingers into her and felt her clamp down on them. He stroked her gently then stopped when he heard her sigh.
After several moments she stirred and her eyes opened. “I’ve been good for months and kept my hands to myself and I haven’t topped from the bottom for two weeks.”
“You think you deserve a reward?” Nate chucked because he knew what was coming next—him.
“I’ve waited so long to touch you. To taste you. Please let me, Sir.”
Nate raised his head and kissed her. “I’m all yours, pet.” He rolled onto his back, crossed his hands beneath his head, and relaxed. A second later, he felt her fingers slip beneath the elastic band of his boxers, then down. She brushed the head of his cock, then gently grasped it and pumped her hand up and down. Her lips roamed over his neck to his ear then her tongue flicked over his earlobe before she nipped it.
“I’ve dreamt about doing this,” she said, her voice soft. “Night after night. I knew you would be big”—she squeezed him—“but not this big.”
Nymph licked his neck again, then leaned up and pressed her lips against his. She explored his mouth then stroked his tongue with hers and began stroking his dick from the base to the head. She stroked down then slid her hand over his balls and rolled them. A moment later she slid beneath the blanket and worked her way down the center of his chest to his belly, then to his cock. Her lips surrounded the head and sucked. He groaned and threaded his fingers in her hair. “God, baby, that feels so good.”
Nate was in heaven.

BIO: Mardi Maxwell writes contemporary erotic romance but this spring she's venturing out into the stars with a sci-fi romance, Valan's Bondmate. Her heroes are tough and sexy. Her heroines smart and sassy.  She spends her time writing, plotting her next book, reading zombie novels, gardening and baking.


Monday, March 23, 2015

Kobo Book - The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs

Here is a Kobo book for you. The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs. :)
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Word Count: 100,709

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, with M/M, exhibitionism, spanking, cropping, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
The torrid romance of Charlie Huntington and Kendall Laurie is torn apart by his scandalous proposition. Years later she goes to McKenna Downs to see her sister, Melanie, hoping to avoid him while she's there.
Fate has a sense of humor when it thrusts her into the arms of the very men Charlie wanted to share her with. His best friend, Quentin Adeniji, and Charlie's brothers, Shane, Justin, and René Huntington, are determined to keep her there. Falling for them is easy. Giving up a fashion career in New York is out of the question.
The men aren't the only ones with plans for her future. A hit-man has made her lovers his target. Even if he doesn't pick them off one by one, can she handle the town secret?
A wolf in disguise poses a more insidious threat. Someone has set their sights on one of her men and is determined that Kendall will never have him.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Guest Author April Zyon

Hi, everyone! Today I have author April Zyon here as a guest. She's here to tell us about her new release.
Welcome, April! :)

Guardians of the Light 4
The moment Sophia Duffy met him she knew he was the one for her. She’s seen him in her dreams for years, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were fated for one another. So when he shuns her Sophia doesn’t know what to do, expect to leave.
As a gun slinger James Butler “Wild Bill” Hickok has always lived by how fast he can draw his weapon. Statistics, odds, and where the sun sits in the sky he understands. But the pull of one woman on his heart, and soul he fears more than any bullet flying his way.
They only have one shot at forever. The Darkness is encroaching, pushing at them all to make the wrong choice. James is running out of time to make the right call when it comes to Sophia, or risk losing her forever and missing out on the perfect love.

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What’s the background to the story?
Thank you for reading my series, Guardians of the Light. This book is the fourth book of the series and revolves around Wild Bill Hickok. I loved telling his story, especially after The Argonauts Fate where he was introduced. His humor was contagious and Sophia, his VV (Vestal Virgin) is as sweet and down to Earth as one can get. 

Two weeks after returning to The Mountain, James saw her again. Sophia Ann Duffy.
Pausing in the corridor, he watched her walking and talking with her sister. They were such opposites. Vivian was a bold woman, not just with her red hair and take-charge attitude, but she had a presence about her that said she wouldn’t take crap from anyone. She’d bonded with one of the oldest, yet still functioning, Guardians, Jason.
When they had found Vivian, she’d been on a story that had quickly led them to hunting down Vivian’s sister on the job. The monsters had targeted Sophia because she was one of the thirteen rarest women alive, a Vestal Virgin, destined to bond with a Guardian.
There was something about the dark haired beauty that called to him. Unfortunately, if he focused on her too long, he ended up with a headache. One the medics were stumped by, since there was absolutely no medical evidence to support it.
The doctors might be clueless, but the other Guardians knew something. At least that was his guess, given the looks he’d been getting from Gaius, Hector, Jason, and Mercury. Even Alexander, who pretty much hated James’ guts, was giving him that same knowing stare. They knew something, and they weren’t telling him, which was seriously pissing him off.
Sighing, he watched as Sophia disappeared around the corner of a corridor intersection, and his headache let up. “What the fuck is going on?” he muttered to himself.
Giving his head a shake, he continued on his way to the base’s main hub. He couldn’t keep thinking about Sophia, no matter how often his mind went to her. She didn’t seem to want to see him, so it really didn’t matter if he wanted to talk to her. She avoided him all too well in a place he knew better than she ever could.
“James, about time,” Mercury said.
Acknowledging their leader, James then nodded to Helen, their tech guru, and took a chair near her. “So, what’s the news?”
“Eric updated me early this morning. He’s found our guy again and is tracking him now. He needs backup out there,” Mercury answered.
“So, you’re shipping me back out to Miami?”
“No, Alexander’s already departed to assist him. Gaius is having fits again, understandable of course, but still, we need to keep an eye on him. He wants to go out there, but we all know how that would end up.”
Yeah, Gaius on a rampage to get the man responsible for Emily, his soul mate, being hurt wouldn’t go well. Godzilla had nothing on Gaius when he got his back up about something and went looking to kill someone.
“So, I’m here why?” James asked. He didn’t get why he’d been summoned, especially since he’d been off training. Mercury didn’t interrupt training for any reason.
“You and I need to talk.” Mercury moved to the door and shot James an expectant look.
Groaning softly, James rolled his eyes and followed the man. They went through the halls to Mercury’s office, where James took the chair he was pointed to. “What do we need to talk about?”
“About you getting your head out of your ass and seeing what’s right in front of you.”
“It’s been two weeks since you got back, and while I agreed at the time with the others to keep my nose out of it, enough is enough.”
“Again, I’m going to have to go with ‘huh’?”
“You and Sophia. Deal with it, sooner rather than later,” Mercury said.
“There’s nothing to deal with, Merc. She’s a great girl and all, but she wants nothing to do with me. Which, given how my head practically explodes with pain any time I’m near her, it’s probably a good thing she’s avoiding me like she is.”
Mercury shot James a look and scraped a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe you have no clue,” he muttered. “Do you remember what I told you about the medallion when I brought you back?”
“Yeah, don’t let anyone shatter it, as it’s as effective as having my head removed. Which, in my case, is pretty much the same thing.” James was obviously missing a key point, though, because Mercury was giving him a look that called him an idiot nine ways of Sunday.
“There was more to it than that. It wasn’t that long ago, and even with the brain damage you suffered, you should remember it.”
Frowning, James thought back. The medallion would give him life as long as it wasn’t shattered, or he didn’t lose his head. It would help to guide him to stay in the light, but couldn’t override his own needs and wants. If he gave into the darkness that surrounded them then he’d become one of the Evil Ones.
Then, it hit him. It would direct him to the one woman in all the world that was his—his heart, his light, his soul mate. “Shit,” he breathed out. Sophia Duffy was his soul mate.
And he’d pretty much done everything in his power to drive her away because of the headaches. The headaches! He let out a groan and pressed a hand to his eyes. No other Guardian had a medallion in their head. It made sense all of a sudden. He was getting the headaches because the medallion was trying to draw him to her.
“There we go,” Mercury said. “I knew all you’d need was a nudge.”
“Fucking hell, Merc. Why didn’t someone point it out sooner? She hates my guts right now. I did everything I could to push her away, and I succeeded. She won’t get within more than thirty feet of me anymore.”
“Well, then, you have a hell of a lot of work to do. I’d watch out for Vivian, though. She’s a very protective older sister, and Jason’s been teaching her hand-to-hand combat tactics. While you might beat her on the draw, I figure she’ll take you down out of sheer determination and whatever women have that makes them stronger than we men could ever hope to be.”
Mercury got to his feet and came around the desk. “Now, get out of my office and figure out how to win your woman back. Soon, too, or she might just be handed off to another Guardian by whatever power lays within the medallion.”
“Can that happen?” James asked, in sudden horror.
“Hell if I know, but it’s a power beyond anything I understand. It might just decide you’re not worthy of her and give her to someone that will actually treasure her for the gift she is. And that may very well mean you’re out of luck, permanently.”
“Shit,” James whispered. Popping up to his feet, he got out of there quickly. No way in hell am I losing my only hope at staying in the light to another Guardian. The mere thought of Sophia being touched by another man made his stomach turn. She was his.
Stopping, he looked around. Now, he had one major problem and a minor obstacle, getting Sophia to speak to him again so he could apologize and avoiding being gutted by her sister. He’d seen the looks that Vivian had been shooting his way, and now, he understood them.

Excerpt R
“Touch yourself, honey. Play with your clit. Learn your own body, and its responses.” He cupped her breast in his free hand, pinching and rolling her nipple.
Sophia did just that. She slid her hand down her body, over his that was working in and out of her, and rubbed her thumb over her clit.
“That’s it, Soph.” He pulled his fingers from her body, laced them through hers, and pressed a digit from each of their hands back inside her. “Feel how hot, how wet, you are, Sophia. You’re so slick, so ready to accept anything and everything we do together.”
“Yes.” She was, too. “Jesus. Please, James.” She was desperate for more. “I want you inside of me. Love me,” she begged.
“I do love you, with everything I have in me.” He drew their fingers from her body again and grabbed her hips. Lifting her up, he poised her over himself. “Guide me into your pussy, Sophia. Take hold of my cock and help me slip into your sweet, little body.”
Reaching between them, Sophia closed her hand over his thick shaft. “Holy hell,” she moaned. “You’re so hard.” She adjusted herself, her thumb still stroking over her own clit, and sobbed while bracing her other hand on his arm. “You feel so good.”
He let her slide down his cock slowly, one of his hands moving up to cup her breast and pull her back to his chest. “You’re in the position to move, to control what we do, Sophia. Move your legs so you can use them to lift and lower yourself on me.”
She moved experimentally up then down on him and sobbed back a sigh of pure, intense pleasure. “Holy hell,” she moaned again.
“Nice and slow, Soph. Take your time, honey. We have all the time in the world. It’s just you and I, here in this moment, enjoying one another.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, flicking her nipple as he caught her free hand. Sliding it down her body, he pressed it to where they were joined.
“That feels so good.” She rocked back and forth on him, shivering in reaction to his touches. “There, that feels good.” She was moving slowly now, taking his advice and simply loving every single part of their union.
“It should always feel good between us, Soph. No matter what we do, no matter how we do it, it should always be fucking amazing when we come together.” James pressed a kiss to her neck, her shoulder, and scraped his teeth lightly over her skin.
“Couldn’t agree more.” She was rocking faster now, her actions just a bit rougher. “James.” She felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach, of the butterflies threatening to burst free and take flight. “What is this?” Her pussy tightened against his cock. “Please.”
“It’s your orgasm, Sophia. Ride it all out. Let it break free. Just let it consume you. I’ll be right here to catch you when you fall. I’ll always be here to catch you, honey.” He was rocking his hips, driving his cock through her folds faster, taking her higher and higher. “Let go and scream for me, honey.”
Sophia moved harder and faster on him. She didn’t stop. She needed this every single bit as much from him as he needed it from her. “There,” she sobbed, and with her head falling back, she screamed his name let her release break free.
His arm held her tight to his body as he rubbed her clit, drawing her climax out. Over and over, he slammed into her body until he finally stilled deep inside of her. His teeth latched onto her shoulder as he growled out her name and heat flooded her sheath in long splashes.
Sophia screamed out his name a second time. She liked the way that heated moisture felt when he tightened like that. “Gods,” she whimpered. “Was that your orgasm?” she asked, as she collapsed against him. “Heavens, that was so very, very good. I think we need to do that a lot.”
“Was what, what?” James sounded confused. And more than a little dazed. “Damn, woman, I think you might have killed me.” He laughed softly, hugging her close to him as he pressed kisses along her throat and jaw.
“The heat that I feel inside of me. Was that your orgasm?” she asked again with a smile and rubbed her cheek to his shoulder. “I like it. If you’ve been killed, then I’m dead too.”

Author bio:
Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.
Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to - creating a career for herself.
As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.
This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.
Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to her amazing publishers.
Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!

*** I also write for Evernight Publishing, and coming soon, Loose Id. I have an alter-ego as well, Honor James, and under that name I write for Siren Publishing exclusively.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

On Amazon Kindle: The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs

The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs is now on Amazon for your Kindle. This is Melanie's sister, Kendall's story. It's a stand-alone book.

Word Count: 100,709

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, with M/M, exhibitionism, spanking, cropping, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
The torrid romance of Charlie Huntington and Kendall Laurie is torn apart by his scandalous proposition. Years later she goes to McKenna Downs to see her sister, Melanie, hoping to avoid him while she's there.
Fate has a sense of humor when it thrusts her into the arms of the very men Charlie wanted to share her with. His best friend, Quentin Adeniji, and Charlie's brothers, Shane, Justin, and René Huntington, are determined to keep her there. Falling for them is easy. Giving up a fashion career in New York is out of the question.
The men aren't the only ones with plans for her future. A hit-man has made her lovers his target. Even if he doesn't pick them off one by one, can she handle the town secret?
A wolf in disguise poses a more insidious threat. Someone has set their sights on one of her men and is determined that Kendall will never have him.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Guest Author Peyton Brittany Clarke

Today I have author Peyton Brittany Clarke here to tell you about her new release.

Welcome, Peyton!


[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.


After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.

“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.

Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.

“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“With all that happens in the world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.

“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.

“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”

Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.

The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.

“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.

“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.

She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”

Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.

“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.

She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with her.

“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.

She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.

She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text message.

Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.

She texted back. Are you sure?

She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.

A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.

“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.

He paused. “Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing at all.”


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.