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.

Story Excerpt

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.”

ADULT EXCERPT

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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#WIPItUpWednesday-His Silence Worried Her #RomanceNovel #Menage

Hi everyone!

Thank you for joining me today! Today's excerpt is from my untitled WIP in the Ferae series- (no I have not forgotten them just been swamped with catching up) a paranormal, mmf, contemporary erotic romance.

The scene: Our hero is upset and torn, his mate-heroine- knows this.

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Detra looked at Cam as he stood silent in the elevator.  Leaning against the back corner, he looked like a model out of a magazine.  Six feet one, broad shouldered with a sharp muscular build, he wore his dark blue blazer, white shirt and dark blue pants like a man with confidence and class.  His tanned skin and light brown hair with its flecks of blonde on the tips made him fit right in with the L.A. scene, no one would guess that his skin's deep burnish came not from a tanning bed but the Iraqi desert where he served two tours before switching to Afghanistan.  Suave, handsome, intellectual and a man of action, he had her from go.

Sun glasses covered his eyes icy blue eyes.  She wondered if he was attempting to hide himself from her or his father.  Their entire journey had been filled with brief tidbits with him conveying only as much information as necessary like where he wanted to have dinner when they arrived the night before or when to call Bryan to inform him of their plans for that day.  Cam had never been a silent man for as long as she'd known him.  Now he seemed to be making up for lost time.

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Book one is available at all book retailers...

[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.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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WIP Wednesday

Sneak Peek Sunday- WIP Excerpt from the Ferae Sequel

Excerpt from the third book in the Ferae series

Jarrod eye the man down the barrel of his Glock 19. Compared to its normal feel it weighed less which meant that it's magazine was low.  Not that he needed a lot of bullets to put the man down but it was nice to have options.

“Drop it or I'll slit her throat,” the man said.  He tightened his hold as he placed the blade against the side of her neck right near her jugular.

“What if I don't care,” Jarrod replied still considering his options.  “Even if you do drop her, You still won't make it out of here alive.”

“You wish,” he said tensing his hand.

Jarrod squinted, focused his gaze and shot before the man could make a move.  A red dot appeared on his forehead.  His hands dropped to his side as he fell to the ground.

The woman quaked and screamed as she stared at her assailant.

“Go!  Leave now!” Jarrod ordered in Basque.

Stumbling a brief moment, the woman steadied her footing then ran away.

“Uriah I told you this would happen,” he said bending over the man's body.

Leafing through the man's pockets he smiled when he found what he was looking for.  A small black memory stick attached to a key.  He slipped it into his shirt pocket then walked away.

In the distance he heard the wailing of a police's siren. “So much for keeping this quiet.”

Determined not to be caught by the police, Jarrod ran behind the warehouse.  Seeing a small car, he broke the window with his elbow, unlocked the door and got inside.  He took out a small knife and cracked the steering column exposing several wires.  Crossing a couple of them, the old car's engine came to life.  He pulled away just as the police arrived.

Paranormal Love Wednesday- WIP Sequel To The Ferae

An Excerpt To My Sequel 'Blood Bond- The Ferae'

Evan Roberts sat down on the bench in the Beautiful Gardens.  The honking of cars along with sounds of people starting their day filled the air.  He opened a plastic bottle and drank the umber colored liquid inside.  The tea, felt cool refreshing on his tongue.  It quenched the harsh thirst his body had built in such a short amount of time.  He checked his watch.  Despite it being 7 am in the morning, the heat was already climbing.  But that was to be expected in downtown Erbil.  The kurdish city, nestled deep in the heart of Kurdistan felt like a slice of paradise in a sea of strife.  

Though the entire region was tearing itself apart, the Kurd's managed to carve out bit of  peace and prosperity for themselves.  But it, like most places in the middle east, was mostly devoid of their kind.  Driven out by those who feared them and did not understand their ways, all of the remaining Ferae enclaves collapsed under the weight of centuries of hunting, bringing the native Ferae presence down to zero in the region.  

Not an unfamiliar story for their people, it still broke his heart whenever he heard of the people being wiped from existence within a region.  For entire generations of families to live together under one roof, the Ferae way of living did not mix will with the expected standards of culture. They tried using the typical explanation of the Beta male being the uncle, but that did not fly when he never married and had a family of his own.  And no alpha in his right mind would allow his husband to marry another, thereby severing their bond and tearing the family apart.  It just wouldn't happen. 

Book Boyfriends Cafe- Who Is Your Book Boyfriend's Celebrity Lookalike? Mine Are Two Hot Guys! For My Sexy MMF!

Book Boyfriend Cafe asks, 'Who is your hero's celebrity lookalike? If you had to cast the hero of your book or WIP, which actor or model would you like play the role?' 

When I wrote the first book in my Ferae series- Blood Bond, I had two very specific men in mind for the lead characters. In fact, I saw them living out the entire series in my imagination.  

So when I read Book Boyfriend's question as to who I'd like to cast as the lead for my hero in this case since my book is a MMF menage, heroes-- Hey that's easy! My guys are already picked out!

But first off I need to explain something. My guys aren't human. Well they are but they aren't. They are Ferae.  Ferae males are not your average alphas. They are men born outside of norms of human society because they are a separate and different species of humanity.  

Ferae are wilder, stronger, tougher species of mankind separate from our own and not prone to sentimentality and are at constant odds with their innate wild tendencies.  They must blend into sapien society though their lives are very different from the rest of normal mankind. 

They hide and pretend to be 'Homo Sapien Sapiens' in order to survive.  But they always know that they are 'Homo Sapien Ferae' and will never be like their sapien counter parts nor do they want to be. 

CIA Agent Colton McClain- Is A 'Rogue' Alpha Male.  Rogues are outcasts in Ferae society due to their inability to be around others within or out of their community. They exhibit a behavior called shunning- where they will actively try to stay away from all human contact. Though they can speak, they rarely do and they stare a lot. Their genetic disease is picked up by other ferae by scent.  

Colton is also Half Homo Sapien Sapien. His mother, a homo sapien sapien female, married and mated with two other Ferae Males. He finds himself at war with his more sensitive side as it goes against the values he was taught as a child regarding his status as an alpha male.

Colton is a natural born leader who was able to overcome his Rogue'ism via training and rehabilitation with the CIA who continue to help him in this area. An above the curve male, he graduated high school at 15.  He is extremely resourceful, intelligent, devious, and cunning dominant male.  Arrogant to a point, he possesses a wicked and curious sense of humor often making light of things during serious situations.  It takes a lot to get to him.  But when it does. Watch out.  

My Inspiration for Half Human/Half Ferae Alpha Male- CIA Agent Colton McClain

The second male/hero of the book is CIA Assassin Jarrod Stevens.  A pure breed Level One Alpha Male, he has a disposition towards patience.  He can sit and wait for hours before making his move and then do it lethally if necessary.  He comes from a high ranking family in the clade unlike his spouse Colton. 

He too is a Rogue but unlike Colton, he is more severely affected by his disease. He was able to overcome a lot of it via help from his parents and the CIA who honed his skills then guided him towards an area within the agency that was better suited for his quiet nature i.e. Targeted Killings. 

He served many years in Special Forces before being recruited by the CIA's Special Activities Division.  

Because of his disease and his status in Ferae society resulting from it, he never thought he'd find any mates to marry.  Now that he has them, he is fiercely protective of them.  He is a dominant and assertive male who's alpha maleness is never in doubt by anyone around him.  

I would describe Jarrod as being the strong and silent type. He also is loyal as he is lethal. 

My Inspiration for Pure Blooded Full Breed Rogue Alpha Male- CIA Assassin Jarrod Stevens

Colton and Jarrod would do anything to protect the woman they love. And I mean anything!

Believe me, with images of these guys in my head, it was a pleasure writing this series.  Look for Book 2 in the Ferae series coming to you early in 2015 from Siren Publishing. 

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Blurb

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.

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Blood Bond; A Paranormal, Contemporary, Erotic, Menage, (MMF) Romance by Peyton Brittany Clarke. Book One in The Ferae Series

[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.

A Siren Erotic Romance


EXCERPT

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.”


ADULT EXCERPT

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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The TV Show- Supernatural and It's Fantastic Episode, 'Sex and Violence'- A Siren's Love; Or Why I Fell In Love With M/M Fiction. Part of the Tease Me Thursday Blog Hop. Let The Passion Begin!

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I love paranormal shows just as much as the next person but up until recently, I considered the show Supernatural just another show to pass over as I was channel surfing.  All that changed when I saw the episode Sex and Violence.  

Sam and Dean are in a small town plagued by senseless murders where men have killed their wives or girlfriends for no reason.  In fact, up until that point the relationships in question were considered happy by all.  And to make matters worse, the distraught males can neither account for nor remember their behavior during the incident in question.  

But all clues lead to a mysterious woman that every one of the men had been seen with prior to the murder.  After some investigating, all clues lead to a Siren.  In the ‘world’ of Supernatural, this particular Siren fed on the love of its intended victim, receiving a cheap thrill off them killing for him/her.

The really interesting thing happens when Sam and Dean meet another investigator during their search.  An FBI agent, whose name escapes me at the moment, is also determined to fine this elusive killer.  In the midst of all of this, Dean is plagued by doubt regarding his relationship with his brother- his only real connection to family and the feeling part of himself.  

During this episode, Dean is upset by the fact that Sam seems to be hiding something from him.  More like pulling away from him, leaving him feeling isolated and paranoid of his intentions.  

Dean reveals some of his woes to this mysterious FBI agent while on a stakeout of a potential suspect as Sam (in Dean’s opinion) leaves once again to do his own thing-- leaving Dean to go it alone.   

After hitting it off with the agent, feeling copacetic, Dean shares a drink with him.  The FBI agent, who at first pish-poshes in disbelief his theory about the character, subsequently reveals to Dean that a person can also be infected by a Siren through it's saliva- I.e. sharing a cask of whiskey.  

However we all knew, he had Dean hooked way before the infected booze.  Having Dean completely under his spell, the Siren, who this time has taken the form of a man, the FBI agent in fact, is once again excited at the prospect of having another person under his/her/its spell all in the name of love.  

Completely under his spell, Dean holds a knife to Sam’s neck and nicks him just so at the instruction of his new love.  Enthralled with his new catch, the Siren toys with a hyacinth and taunts Sam saying, “…I got exactly what I wanted, I got Dean….I gave him what he wanted and it wasn’t some bitch in a G-string.  It was you.  A little brother that looked up to him.  That he could trust.  And now he loves me. He’ll do anything for me and I got to tell you Sam, that kind of devotion, watching someone kill for you is the best feeling in the world.”  Sam retorts back, “Is that why you’re sluttin’ all around town?”  

Course Sam is infected next.  Lucky for them, family friend and fellow hunter Bobby kills the Siren before Dean tries to kill Sam during the biggest knock down, drag out fight to the death, brother on brother, bromance brawl I’ve ever seen!

Afterwards, the two return to normal and apologize in their own inimitable way by saying they didn't mean it and it was the Siren's spell talking not their true feelings of course.  They then return to the road, in search of demons, ghosts, goblins and ghouls half knowing that the other lied but still despite that loving each other no less.

Other than the fact that the Siren was completely, disgustingly evil and had massacred the lives of innocent people-- the episode was damn alluring!

I mean it was seductive.  It was bromance gone to the 'Nth' degree.  It was like girl porn for me.  I can’t describe it.  I went from being a sometime watcher of the show to an avid fan.  Dude it was male on male romance without the sex and was fantabulous!

The juxtaposition of the female whore archetype on a man, who on the surface, appeared very macho and masculine- who was actually completely the opposite.  

Then there was Dean, this very alpha male man who falls in love with another guy simply because he gave him what he needed.  Love.  <Swoon!>

How many fanfics out there included the story line taming Dean’s savage inner beast?   Tens?  Hundreds?  

What can I say?  The way the Siren sat confidently waited on the bed when Sam came into the room, you knew right then and there that he’d dropped the phony macho disguise and was like any other ’gal’ completely satisfied by the new love she‘d found.  And at that moment, there was nothing anyone could do to spoil that perfection.  Even the tone of his voice had changed.  It was calm, seductive, alluring.  Like that of a pleased lover.

And yes he was in love again, with Dean, who deep down in his heart wanted to be loved too.  The pie eating, womanizing, tough talking, heavy drinker was taken down by the fact that all he wanted was someone he could trust, someone he could give his entire self to without having to pretend to be something he was not. In short unconditional love.  

Then there was the Siren with his/her/its crossed legs, a dainty flower held between its two fingers and a pleased expression on his face, confident in the knowledge that Dean was all his or hers or its. And though Dean was not yet on camera, we knew he was there.  

And the motel room, it was classic.  Red velvet walls, cheap red satin-like sheets, one could imagine that at a place like that, the rates were charged by the hour.  Its as if they’d already had their own kind of sex in that gaudy, cheap motel room and we somehow missed it.  

Yes we got to see the lead up to the very masculine, man sex Sam had with the forensic chick who was a suspect in the case at one point.  But unlike their sex,  Sam had shaken his off.  (We don’t know if the Forensic Lady did.  They never show her again.)  

Dean on the other hand, had not.  I think the difference was, Dean actually loved his new mate, where for Sam it was only a bit of fun.  By the way, did I mention that the Siren, wasn’t the most handsomest man in the world, but then again, he didn’t have to be to catch his quarry.  A lesson every single person needs to learn but that’s a different kind of post, for another blog.  I digress…

To see Sam barge in like a husband who had found his far too long neglected wife but had come reclaim what was rightfully his was amazing.  Yet to the Siren he was no threat.  'Cause he knew what his man wanted and had no problem giving it to him.  Unlike Sam who held back.

  
The whole thing was arousing, titillating and at the same time educational.  The writers did an excellent job portraying the subtle tones of let’s of homo erotic love without saying it out right.  Though subtle it was hot as hell.  Of course it helped that the actors did an outstanding job portraying their roles each in their own passionate way.  They really sold it.  

But the main thing I  got out of this episode (other than that Sirens killing people is a bad thing,  and that you should love your family, no matter how screwed up they are because in some cases, they’re all you got-- blah, blah, blah.) 

I really learned that no one comes between the Winchester Boys and to try to do so is a death sentence. Plus, it opened my eyes to slash fiction and why so many people write it with such sensuality.

After watching the show I saw slash fiction differently.  Let me explain.  Sex in the context of romance- starts in the heart, affects the mind and manifests itself in the body.  And when love is love- even when it is hijacked by a twisted supernatural being, it’s still love.  Even when its between two men.  And yes, sex between two men can be really hot even when it’s merely suggested as a prospect in the ether by a lonely siren seeking to mate with a hot alpha male torn up by his own pain, who’d fall for the first person who says, “I get you and it’s cool.  Don’t change. I like it, in fact, I look up to you,” even though you know it’s a creature disguised as man who’s been the instrument of the death for lots of innocent people all around town-- love is still love and it's natural to express itself sexually.   

So as a result, I ‘got’ slash fiction.  I got its allure.  I saw why it can be just as hot as M/F romance fic.  Now I love a good male/male romance fic as much as a male/female one.  (Not forsaken my sistahs out there who love female/female or F/F/M, its all good too.)  I’m just saying I am into slash fiction too. 

Kudos to Erik Kripke, Jeremy Carver and the gang at Supernatural.  It had to be the best episode for a scripted show that I’ve ever seen.  Sex and Violence is well worth the look for any fan of romance.


Btw if you are interested in watching this episode of Supernatural it is in Season Four, Episode Fourteen, entitled Sex and Violence.  

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My romance novel Blood Bond- The Ferae includes a male/male romance in the story line.  A  contemporary paranormal erotic romance, two alpha males struggle over their love for a woman and their attraction to each other.  With their bodies telling them it's time to mate or die, they must choose to obey their nature or society's rules which state two of their kind must and can not come together.  Before time run's out, they must choose.

It's the first book in The Ferae series featuring people who are considered to be the next step in human evolution.

It's available at Siren Bookstrand Publishing (seriously no pun intended) and at Amazon.

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[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.


STORY EXCERPT

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.”


ADULT EXCERPT

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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