I welcome Lynn to my blog. She is a fellow author and blog hopper!
PBC: Hi Lynn!
LBD: Hello Peyton. :)
PBC: Tell us about yourself...
Lynn B. Davidson lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of almost twenty years and two kids. If she isn’t writing, it’s usually because she is driving a carpool or volunteering at one of her kids' activities.
Lynn’s favorite pastime is reading. She especially enjoys erotic romance, mystery, mainstream romance, science fiction, suspense, and young adult fiction.
Lynn has dozens of story ideas dancing in her head. It will just be a matter of time, before she stops daydreaming about the characters and starts telling their story.
Visit her website at: http://lynnbdavidson.blogspot.com/
I guess that means I'm up next!
A little about me...
1. What are you working on?
I am so excited about this next project. It's very new and different for me as it is stepping into some territory that I'd never thought I'd broach in public before...BDSM. This next book, possibly a series is a menage featuring a husband and wife seeking a dom to be the third in their marriage.
The husband is a switch and the wife is very submissive, while the dom that is chosen is very smooth, elegant, aristocratic and British. There are some other neat surprises but I'll leave that for you all to read when the book comes out.
2. How does your work differ from others in the genre?
Whenever I write a story/book, I ask myself, is this something I'd be interested in reading? If the answer is no, I won't write it. And then while I am writing, I ask myself this question, would this keep me interested. If the answer is yes, I press on. If not, then I rework it to see if I can make the story better. With that said, I try to write things that I've not read in other stories.
This story crosses boundaries that are usually not crossed in these books. My men tend to be hot blooded and lacking an even temperament side. Don't get me wrong they are not mean, violent, or abusive, they are just very passionate and often express themselves in a louder tone when they are angry.
3. Why do you write what you write?
Mostly because the book I'm writing hasn't been written and I have a hankering to read it. So the only way that is going to happen is if I write it.
4. How does your writing process work?
Routine, routine, routine. Their is a daily ritual I do before writing which includes checking e-mail. Once that is done (whether day or night) I begin to write--- hopefully something good.
My first book with Siren Bookstrand is available now.
[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
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.
My name is Peyton Brittany Clarke. I live in Michigan where summers are a bit humid and winters are a little too cold. Me and my husband have been married for over a decade and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when I'm writing a steamy love scene. Mostly for authenticity.
I love to travel and hope to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon where I'd get to meet my idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in the process.
When I'm not on the net (which is practically all the time) I am reading about the life of my latest "book boyfriend" from a favorite author or creating my own in one of my books.
I love talking to my fans. So if you'd like to to contact me, drop me an e-mail. I'd loved to speak to you.
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Andrew Jericho- http://andrewjericho.com/blog/
Berengaria Brown- http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com
Frey Ortega- http://freyortega.wordpress.com/
Rose Nickol- http://roseniockolbloghop.blogspot.com/2014/07/my-name-is-rose-nickol.html