Our Scribes Are Everywhere

Our Scribes Are Everywhere
Join Our Clan And Become One Of Us. We Keep The Masquerade And Are A Part Of The Camarilla Here. In Case You Didn't Know, Our Scribes Are Everywhere...

Monday, June 19, 2017

Bound To Them by Peyton Brittany Clarke-He's A Dangerous Sub Who Loves To Submit To His Dom #BDSM #Cowboy #Menage #RomanceNovel



[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual Cowboy BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Jake Hargate is a man with a past. Born into a rich and powerful political family in Massachusetts, they were all raised to believe one thing: protect the family's interests at all costs. After leaving that life behind, Jake finds love and happiness married to Max Krause, a Dom, and Ally Renjel, a submissive. Being Max's submissive gives Jake the security he needs, and topping Ally gives him the control he craves.

But when a political scandal threatens to ruin Jake's brother, a prominent governor who hopes to move up the political ladder, Jake is drawn into a dark world of vengeance he swore he'd never enter again. Jake's family gives him a choice: help them or risk the life he cherishes with Max and Ally.

Deciding to do whatever it takes to protect Max and Ally, Jake is drawn into a world of darkness. Will Max and Ally be able to rescue him, or will Jake be lost forever?

Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration. 

A Siren Erotic Romance




STORY EXCERPT

Lear went to his favorite chair and sat down. He leaned back, crossed one leg over the other, and tapped his fingers on his thigh. If Baldwin’s marriage fell apart, his own life would go to crap. Not only would he be out of a very cushy, well paying job but he’d also lose access to the best pussy he’d had in a long time and the child it produced.

It was better for everyone to keep everything moving forward as planned. And in order to do that they had to make sure the public kept believing that Baldwin and Eleanor were happy and very much in love despite the rumors. Problem was Phoebe Jones was determined to get to the bottom of this affair thing and ferret out the truth.

“Phoebe may be snooping around, but she doesn’t know anything yet.”

“Tell that to my press secretary,” Baldwin said dryly. “She’s been fielding calls from that woman every day. And we’re both tired of it.”

I bet you are. It’s probably because it’s interrupting your fuck sessions.

“Really? I thought you liked having a reporter on your ass day and night.” Lear grinned savoring the little jab. His brother was a namby-pamby, he needed to have a little dirt shoved in his face on occasion.

As Baldwin’s senior adviser, aka crisis manager, it was his job to watch Baldwin’s back at all times. When there was trouble, he handled it. Why this escaped Baldwin’s brain now irked him.

“Fuck you too, Lear.”

“Whatever.” Lear checked his watch. He hoped he’d be able to get the airport early, so they could take off ahead of schedule. He reasoned it wouldn’t matter too much if he was late since he was using Baldwin’s private jet. “Are you done losing your mind? Because I have a job to do so back off and let me do it.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear while his brother yelled and ranted. He rolled his eyes as he waited for his brother’s caterwauling to end.

“Feel better?” Lear asked.

“For now, assuming you do your damn job,” Baldwin said. “How are you going to fix this?”

“Do you really want to know, or do you want to see the result?”

“Of course I want to know,” Baldwin snapped. “That’s why I’m talking to you.”

A smart politician would have said no, preferring to keep his hands clean, but not Baldwin. He was too controlling for his own good. In forty-two years, Baldwin had not changed one bit. He was still as high-handed as ever despite the everyman persona he showed to the public. His arrogant and dictatorial manner was legendary among his staffers and the servants that kept his house in tip top shape.

Lear knew Baldwin thought of him as just another lackey to do his bidding and not a partner in his bid for the White House. If there weren’t bigger things at stake, he would have dropped Baldwin a long time ago, leaving the asshole and his lofty political ambitions far behind.

“I’m going to use Dalcourt,” Lear said.

“What about him?” Baldwin asked.

“He’ll get that reporter and anyone else she’s alerted off of your back,” Lear said. “They’ll be too busy tearing apart his life to even think about you or your...friend.”

“Dalcourt is your big solution? I knew I should have went with Smith.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Lear asked.

“It means it’s a stupid idea. He’s not going to roll over and play dead for you,” Baldwin said.

“Yes he will,” Lear said. My talent is wasted working for him.

“Why?”

“Because he will. God, man you are infuriating. Father always said you had the brain of an ox.”

“I won’t say what he said about you. Mostly because it will piss you off too much and I still need your help.”

Lear sighed. “My God you are a pain in the ass.”

“Are you just going to give that reporter Dalcourt’s name and address and hope for the best?” His tone walked the line between bitterness and incredulity.

“No. A little birdie is going to tell her that I’m leaving town and that it has something to do with this affair thing. Naturally she’ll follow me, I’ll get her to meet me and then I’ll dangle our little brother in her face. The story will be so juicy she’ll have to bite.”

“Why don’t you do that here?” Baldwin asked.

“Dalcourt doesn’t live here. He lives in some dinky town in Wyoming called Wildsage. And I’m luring her to Wyoming to make sure she does her job and latches on to him, there. I can’t risk her getting distracted by you and your antics.”

“What if she refuses to bite and decides to return here?” Baldwin asked. The uncharacteristic fear in his voice was unnerving.

“She won’t. If you knew what I know about Dalcourt, you’d be drooling over this too,” Lear said.

“Finding dirt on Dalcourt is damn near impossible. He’s too shadowy,” Baldwin said. “You have got to tell me what you have on him.”

“I can’t. I’ve already said too much. The less you know about this the better it is for you and me.”

Baldwin laughed even louder. “You think that little pipsqueak scares me?”

“I didn’t say that. It’s my job to make sure your name stays out of these things and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Okay, okay.” Baldwin fell silent. “Once he finds out you that you’ve fucked him, he’s going to be pissed.”

“He won’t find out unless you tell him,” Lear said.

“I’m not going to tell him. But he will find out nevertheless. Doing that sort of thing was his job remember?”

“Okay so what if he does,” Lear said.

“You just need to be prepared.”

“I am because I know how to get him where he hurts,” Lear said.

“What if he manages to get that reporter off his trail?”

“He’ll have no choice but to do what I say if he knows what’s best for him,” Lear said.

“You’re a killer Lear, you know that don’t you.”

“That’s why you have me on your team,” Lear replied.

“Dalcourt’s our brother, why would you even think about doing that to him?” Baldwin asked.

We all have to make sacrifices for the family and it’s time he made his. “Don’t worry about it. I have to go or else I’ll miss my flight. I’ll talk to you later.”

Lear ended the call and glanced at his luggage beside the front door. He checked his watch. He had just enough time to get to the airport, to check in and head to the bar for a drink. He needed a few drinks before he dealt with his younger brother.




ADULT EXCERPT


Blindfolded Jake sat on his haunches. He felt a gentle brush of his Master’s finger across his chin.

“Relax Orchid,” Max said. “I can see the tension rising in your shoulders.”

“Yes, Master,” Jake replied with a sigh. He opened his thoughts to the messages his body was sending to his brain. The gentle sting of the rough rope entwined around his wrists as they lay nestled in the crevice of his upper back.

Jake inhaled deeply and centered his mind concentrating on the sensation of his body as he knelt on the floor. The plush, soft carpet enveloped his knees. It smelled of fresh flowers from the cleaner that their wife loved to use. He adjusted his position on the carpet, spreading his legs farther apart further increasing the tension on his legs. He groaned with pleasure, then flexed his chest and back muscles. Stimulated to the fullest, his mind threatened to overload.

“Orchid focus on my loving embrace,” Max said.

Jake sighed. “Yes Master.”

Stay in the present. Bondage had been the best thing Max had given him for handling his anxieties. Throughout their training, Max said the core of Jake’s anxiety was rooted in his tendency to stray away from the moment.

The rope around his torso tightened. Not enough to restrict his breathing but just enough to send waves of arousal to his dick. Instantly, all errant thoughts fled his mind.

“I love you Master,” he said.

“I love you too Orchid,” Max replied.

Jake tilted his head to one side. Master’s clean fresh scent wafted to his nose. Heat spread across his cheeks and his heart fluttered. He realized Max was inches away from. His hot breath dusted Jake’s cheek. It moved then he felt firm lips touch his. Jake opened his mouth, and Max’s tongue slid inside. Sweet and gentle, the kiss made his body tingle and his cock pulse. His hands, though bound elegantly behind his back with rope, tensed as he fought the urge to try to break free of his bonds and give his Master a passionate kiss.

He opened his eyes as Max pulled away. Jake mewled his protest. His cock was harder than before and he wanted more. He grimaced in order to maintain control.

“No,” Max said sharply.

A wave of adrenaline surged through his body. Jake allowed his head to fall back, as his eyes closed and his mouth opened. A calloused fingertip brushed lightly against his cheek.

“Enjoy my love,” Max said. His deep baritone voice melted Jake’s soul. “I’ll come back to you in a moment.”

Jake listened as Max expertly untied the ropes around Ally. She moaned softly as Max kneaded her skin. After a while, he heard her contented sigh.

“How do you feel?” Max asked.

“Good,” Ally said with a dulcet tone.

“Present yourself to me,” Max said.

Jake heard the gentle thud of Max’s feet as he walked to him.

“Orchid,” Max said.

“Yes Master?”

“Time to move on, come back to me,” Max said.

“Okay,” Jake replied.

Max removed the blindfold. Jake opened his eyes. The world around him seemed brighter. The colors more distinct. Max loosened the knots and deftly unwound the rope from Jake’s torso. Max set the jute rope aside and massaged Jake’s chest and arms. They sprang back to life this time bringing forth a surge of energy.

“Oh God,” Jake yelped.

His body was on fire with need. He craved his Master’s touch.

“You feel it,” Max said.

“I need you so badly, please give me more pleasure. Fuck me please,” Jake said practically whining.

“I will. But not yet.”

Max massaged his chest and back. His calloused hands were like sand paper further stimulating him. Max’s hands traveled the length of his arms and legs, grazing Jake’s aching dick.

“How do you feel?” Max asked.

“Good. Master, I want more.”

“I know you do. I will give it to you in time. But first you must pleasure me. Go to the bed.”

Jake did as was told. Once on the bed, he smiled, happy that he was able to serve Max.

“Flower suck Jake’s cock first, don’t stop until I tell you,” Max said. “Keep going until he’s on the verge. Jake, you are not to cum. Your orgasms are mine. Your cum is mine. You cannot shoot your load until I tell you. No matter what your body demands, ignore it and obey me.”

Jake licked his lips and nodded.

“You may proceed Ally,” Max said.

Jake gasped as her lips wrapped around his dick. His opened his mouth and let his head fall back as she worked his shaft with her tongue. Max licked and nipped his neck, sucking and kissing his burning flesh. Pressure built up in Jake’s balls as she pumped his shaft, alternately mouthing his mushroom tip while Max left a trail of pain on the side of his neck.

“Master please,” Jake said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

He didn’t know how much more he could take. His Master was an expert at giving him blue balls, keeping him on the brink, allowing him to see the edge but not letting him go over it. After a couple of years of play Jake was better at maintaining his control, but he was not that good. His ability to stave off his impending orgasm was starting to slip.

“You can stop now Flower. Orchid is on the verge. Aren’t you my love?”

“Yes Master,” Jake said. He closed his eyes and settled his mind on unsexy things like the work that awaited him tomorrow.

“Deep breaths Orchid. Listen to my voice and come back to me.”

Floating somewhere above them, his mind came back to the moment. He heard them kiss then stop.

“Oh God I’m so hard,” Jake whined.

“Then you’re ready for the next part. This time you can watch,” Max said. “Ally suck me.”







My Blog: Hot, Sexy and Shared- Erotic Romances by Peyton Brittany Clarke- http://peytonbrittanyclarkewrites.blogspot.com

Social Media




Saturday, June 17, 2017

More Beginnings by Iris Blobel #RomanceNovel #YA

Will His Job Keep Him From A Chance At Love?




~~ More Beginnings ~~ by Iris Blobel




♥♦♥ BLURB ♥♦♥


Zach Taylor, an escort in Sydney, living in Hobart, enlists the help of Natasha Peterson when his teenage friend, Mia, runs away. He soon finds out that the ‘dragon’ is really more of a kitten. And although Natasha, Mia’s teacher, is attracted to him as well, she has her own problems to deal with, not to mention her initial reaction to Zach’s occupation.

Will Zach’s job keep him from a chance to be with Natasha?


Life is good for teenager Mia Levesque. But when Darren Schuster shows up in Hobart, she knows something is up once Sophie and Mark cut their weekend away short and rush home in the middle of the night. When Sophie won’t answer Mia’s questions, emotions run high, and Zach confirms Darren’s identity to Mia. Disappointed, angry, and feeling alone, Mia runs away.

Will life settle back into a routine for Mia once she finds out about the stranger in her life?

 New Beginnings have given the Levesque girls a new start in life, will More Beginnings be another chance for them?




♥♦♥ EXCERPT ♥♦♥

Zach Taylor’s young neighbour, Mia, let out a long sigh as she joined him on his front porch and sat next to him on the swing. Enjoying a cool lemonade, he invited her to grab a soft drink from the fridge as well. It was a warm summer day, and the air showed no sign of cooling down. A lot of people in Hobart were weary of the unusual hot spell for the very southern Australian city.

With another hefty sigh, Mia raked through her long, blond hair and stared into the distance. 

“Honestly, Zach, she’s a dragon. I’m sure she does it on purpose. She doesn’t like me. She thinks I’m spoilt.”

The dragon in question was Miss Peterson, Mia’s high school English teacher. There was no doubt that Mia liked school, and she enjoyed her classes. And even though English wasn’t her worst subject, it certainly was the toughest one, with Miss Peterson piling on homework one after the other.

Zach took a sip of his drink before he replied, “Hey, pumpkin, settle down. What’s that supposed to mean you’re ‘spoilt’?”

She lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug. “You know!”

Raising his brows, he replied, “Actually I don’t know! Isn’t she Sophie’s good friend?”

Another shrug. “Kind of, I suppose. They used to do the boxing stuff together, and since Soph’s carrying a baby, they go and enjoy coffee and cake instead every once in a while.”

Ignoring his chuckle, she went inside and helped herself to cold lemonade. She opened the can with a simple click as she returned outside and took a long sip.


♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥
  
IRIS BLOBEL

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

Social Media Links:
Click here to subscribe to Iris’ Newsletter Facebook

  ♠ TwitterGoodreadsBookbubInstagram ♠  Bookbub  ♠

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Daryl Devoré And Her Hot Rock Star Romance Novel- Darien's Desire #MF #ClubOwner #RockSuperstar

I am happy to be here on The Embraced Scribal Love. I am hot romance author Daryl Devoré and I have brought along my newest release – Darien's Desire – book 2 in the Two Hearts ~ One Love Trilogy.

You've read What Happens in Bangkok and now you need to know what's next.



Blurb – 


It's complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey's life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?

Darien Scott, Grammy award winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood's sexiest stars.

With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien's life—real or not—it's hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?


Excerpt

England! Erika stepped out of Heathrow Airport and shimmied. She loved England. Fabulous childhood memories. A tinge of guilt nagged at her, but she'd convinced herself that Darien could deal with a one day later arrival. He'd be happy to know she was treating herself to something fabulous. She snorted. Or as her divas would say, "Fab-U-lous!"

She'd sent Darien a text, so at least he wouldn't waste his time driving to the airport. After all, he'd paid for the first-class ticket. It'd be rude not to let him know where she was. The change in her itinerary hadn't cost her much, and she so wanted this gift for herself, so she could be stress-free and at her best for Darien. That worry was erased with happiness as she stood soaking in the locale, listening to accents and grinning.

For the first time in about two years, she wasn't in Thailand. Not that she didn't love living in such an exotic country, but it was always good to get away and charge up the batteries.

Looking down the row of hotel shuttle buses, she located hers, The Victoria by the Park, and boarded. She tucked her luggage on the rack and settled onto a window seat on the right side of the shuttle. Families trudged past her. Parents with two young children sat behind her. The children were wide-eyed with curiosity. The parents looked exhausted. Businessmen passed her, busy on their cell phones, glancing up long enough to find a seat and continue texting.

Her hand edged toward her purse, but she caught herself. She wasn't going to bury her nose in her cell. She'd sent a message to Darien. Well, she was pretty sure she had. The phone seemed to hiccup just as she hit send. That last update had wreaked havoc on her cell. Maybe she should check? She frowned and scolded herself. She didn't need to know if there was a crisis at the club. Stewart and Brian could handle whatever came up. As long as The Pink Flamingo was still standing when she got back, she'd be happy. This was her vacation, and in a couple of days, she'd be wrapped up in Darien's love.

--

Buy Link:

http://www.extasybooks.com/dariens-desire/


Bio:

Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace.

Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

Where to find Daryl Devoré

Blog - https://daryldevore.blogspot.ca

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/Daryl-Devore-Erotic-Romance-Writer-280168402052520/

Twitter - http://twitter.com/daryldevore

Google+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/107866370365154406917

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

#MidWeekTease #WIPItUpWednesday-He's Hot But Is He Her Date or a Stranger? #RomanceNovel


AND




Happy Wednesday everybody!  It's hump day and me and my fellow authors got together to give you an excerpt from one of our sexy romances.  

My selection is from the next book in The Love Play Matchmaking Service series.  Seren has just checked into her room and is waiting to meet her sexy companion and gets a surprise instead.  



“Is my date here?”  Seren asked

"Yes,"  the resort attendant replied politely.  He looked as if he wanted to say more but some rule unbeknownst to her forbade him from doing so.

“Oh.”  She sighed.  “Okay, I'm ready.” 

She followed him to the villa where she'd hope to spend a romantic weekend.  The charming cottage featured a seaside décor with a white wooden facade and light blue trim.  Inside glass pane doors showed a patio with a picturesque view of the bay. She stepped forward to get a closer look. 

She smiled as she let her gaze trace the outer edge of the well lit back to the backyard. A lattice covered in white twinkling lights illuminated the area of a carved bench. She felt like she had stepped into a dream world.  

She turned around and looked at the living room, she'd have to work nine jobs in order to afford one of the amazing overstuffed chairs adorned the beautiful room.  

"Will that be all?" the hotel attendant asked.  He already set her bags down near the sofa and was standing near the front door.

"Yes thank you," she said and strolled to him.  She felt the need to tip him even though the only thing he did was escort her to the cottage.  She reached into her purse and grabbed a few dollars.  

The view alone was worth the mad money she'd brought along in case she and her date went out. But with these accommodations, she didn't want to leave.

"No ma'am," he said holding up his hands. "It's part of our service. No gratuity necessary. If you need anything you can call the desk in the lobby and an attendant will be happy to help."

He quietly walked out leaving her to her thoughts and an uncomfortable silent.  A door to one of the bedrooms shut behind her. She swiveled around and saw a tall man with a muscled chest and arms, broad shoulders, black hair and smoldering eyes.  

"Ummm..." She said shocked and stunned as he stood in front of her wearing a pair of jogging pants and no shirt.  Every carved ridged of his chest and muscular arms acted as a monument to his rugged masculinity. 

He stood in front of her silent, his expression hardened like stone. She swallowed hearing herself gulp as her excitement turned to fear. Maybe this wasn't the guy she was supposed to meet. Perhaps the resort attendant had let her into the wrong villa or worse he was a burglar and she caught him in the act.  

She opened her mouth to scream but could not speak as she ordered her legs to run.  Like her mouth, they refused to obey.  

Midweek Tease Authors

WipItUpWednesday Authors