Bound to Them
By Peyton Brittany Clarke
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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?
[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual Cowboy BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]
***Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
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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.
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About the Author:
About the Author:
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 and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing a steamy love 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 the process.
When she is not on the net, she is reading about the life of her latest "book boyfriend"from a favorite author or in the midst of creating her own.
If you'd like to to contact her, drop her an e-mail. She loves hearing from her fans and admirers.
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 the process.
When she is not on the net, she is reading about the life of her latest "book boyfriend"from a favorite author or in the midst of creating her own.
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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