Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Rerae Blood Bond by Peyton Brittany Clarke a #RockingSummerRomance

Quickie Questions
Ice Tea or Lemonade?



Lake or ocean?



Sandals or Flip flops?

Sandals- wedges


Sit in the shadow of a tree or on the front/back porch?

Back porch deck.


Ball cap or floppy hat?

Ball cap. 





Author's Bio


Peyton lives in Michigan where she dreams of summers that aren't so humid. She and her husband have been married for over a decade years and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing a steamy scene.


She loves to travel and hopes to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon to meet her idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in.


When she is not on the net, she is reading about the life of her latest "book boyfriend" or creating one in her own works. If you'd like to to contact her. Drop her an e-mail. She loves hearing from her fans and admirers.


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Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae


[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.







It was as if the stresses of life were determined to bring him down, even in the safety of his home. Now with a sick parent, the burden was even greater. A chill went down his spine just as beads of sweat formed on his brow.

Grasping the doorframe that led to his favorite hangout, the family room, he waited for the swirling in his head to pass. He breathed deeply then put on his jacket.

“Where are you headed?” Colton asked, walking into the dining room across from him.

“Gotta go see my folks. Will be back in a bit.”

Colton approached him. He looked concerned. “Are they all right?”

“My sire, he’s sick, and bua’s really worried so I said I’d drop by.” As secondary fathers and assistant caregivers in the family, it was in the bua’s nature to be more fretful over the smallest thing. Buas, as the beta male fathers were called, nurtured more than their alpha counterparts. It was in their genes to dote on and coddle the children. They wiped the scrapes and soothed the bumps and bruises, while alphas showed the kids how to be tough survivors. Every Ferae child loved their bua but not everyone liked their sire, the alpha male of the house. Alphas with their souped-up hormones, tended to be driven and somewhat careless in their attitudes toward their spouses and children, not showing their emotional side. It was not true for all but he had heard stories. Jarrod knew he was lucky because he loved and liked both his sire and bua.

“Give them my best,” Colton said, turning off the television.

The aroma of a vibrant male was a heady thing to any Ferae, especially when that man was genetic perfection. Inwardly, Colton carried everything needed to create strong, healthy offspring. On the outside, he was just pure sex, a good fuck waiting to happen.

Jarrod’s sensitive nose took in all his beauty. Citrus meant strong yet lean muscle. Then sandalwood—an aroma reminding him of pine with a fresh, bright, sweet-smelling edge—pointed to a propensity for good health, while his base tones of spice said he was ferocious.

His dizziness returned. Jarrod held on to the arm of the sofa, trying not to sway. It had never happened before, and he wondered why it had started now, especially in Colton’s presence.

“You don’t look so good,” Colton said. His voice sounded like it was at the end of a long tunnel.

Jarrod pursed his mouth closed. Pinpricks from his elongating canines stuck his bottom lip.

What is going on? He tensed his upper jaw muscle, forcing them back in. “I’m fine,” Jarrod said, stepping away. Getting far away from Colton was sounding better and better.

He scrambled past his husband, ignoring his befuddled expression, and went to his truck. Once inside, he felt safe from the urges building inside him. Turning on the engine, he rolled down the window. The early autumn evening air felt good. It cleared his head.

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Thanks Peyton, for sharing,





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