Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Luminosity Publishing Bestselling Author of the Year !!!

Luminosity Publishing to Luminosity Publishing Author Awards 2016

1st Place Best Seller 2016 - H.C. Brown
Congratulations to H.C. Brown, who wins our coveted award for the 3rd year running.
H.C. Brown's success stems from her prolific and consistent ability to write captivating books.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Happy ending.

I loved writing "The End" to another m/f cowboy romance . It made me happy :-D.
I have a new story waiting in the wings ready to fly first thing tomorrow. Today, I've done enough, the Muse will have to wait. Next I'll write a novella and get my Mojo working again for the next novel- murder mystery, next time maybe, or another sexy romance...ah, I love my life.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

NEW RELEASE !!!! PUNISHED by H.C. Brown


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        


Bad boys, bad boys 

When Vice Detective Del Hood receives a call out to investigate a muscular, tattooed man in black hanging around the entrance to a sex shop, he believes the smart-mouthed Danny Rose is trouble with a capital T. Problem is the moment he pats him down and runs his hands over his hard body, a connection between them sizzles.

Could Danny be the arrogant, wisecracking sub of his dreams?

Reader Advisory: This Gay Romance series contains scenes of BDSM and hot sexy undercover vice cops out to find their perfect subs.






Excerpt
“Spread ’em.” I shoved the guy against the hood of my SUV and kicked his legs apart. He’d made the owner of the sex shop nervous by hanging around for over an hour. The call had come in, and I’d sat in my car watching him for twenty minutes. This guy posed a threat and was as sure as hell casing the joint, or waiting for the chance to mug someone.
“What the fuck?”  The big man resisted, but when he turned his head, his eyes widened at the sight of my shoulder holster. “You a cop?”
“Shut the fuck up. I’ve observed you loitering with intent outside this establishment, so best you cooperate.” I bent him over nearly drooling as the tight denim hugged his muscular thighs and peachy ass. Man, he smelled so fucking good too, all freshly showered and spicy. “You carrying?’
“Nope.”
“I’m gonna pat you down.” I dragged his hands behind his back then ran my fingers over his chest and down his long legs. Oh, fuck, making an arrest is the last thing on my mind right now. Visions of him spread out naked in my dungeon, angry and spitting fire filled my mind. I rested one hand on his rounded butt reluctant to stop touching perfection. The way he wiggled under my palm made my heart race. I ground my teeth to push down the overpowering desire to drag my thumb up the seam between his ripe buttocks just to see his reaction.
“Who the fuck are you?” The man shot me a look over one shoulder and pinned me with a fierce blue gaze. “Take your fucking hand off my ass.”
I straightened and easily spun him around to face me then pulled out my creds and flipped open the holder. “Detective Del Hood, Vice. Show me ID.”
“Why?” The man folded his arms over his chest and glared at me. “I haven’t done anything wrong. This is police harassment.”
I moved into his personal space, and his submissive reaction filled my cock so fast my head spun. “Give me your name, boy.”
“Fine.” He lifted his gaze from my shitkickers, took out his wallet, and produced a driver’s license. “Danny Rose. Now what law have I broken?” He looked up and glared at me defiantly. “If you’re not arresting me, I’m leaving.”
I glanced at the license, and twenty-three and six-two of hot sub dropped his lashes as if waiting for instructions. God, give me strength. Allowing my gaze to move over him, I stared for a slow count of five on the bulge in the front of his pants. He’d obviously enjoyed my domination, and out in the street with people looking on, he’d shown an exhibitionist streak. Nice. I returned to examine his strong features and fashionable stubble. Shit, I could almost feel the rasp of it against my lips. When he lifted his head, I caught a flash of arrogance in his eyes. He’d submitted to me and maybe the idea kind of worried him. A big strong guy giving up control to a cop would take some doing, but I’m sure he felt the crazy connection flare between us the moment I touched him. No matter what, I couldn’t let him walk away without having a taste.
I moved closer and could hear his sharp intake of breath. I unbalanced him, aroused him, but would he submit to me without the badge? “Well, Danny Rose, I want to know what you are doing hanging around the back door of a BDSM club? I know you’re not one of the usual rent boys, and trust me, the locals don’t like new guys taking their spot.”
“I’m not a fucking rent boy.” Danny stared at him and swallowed hard. “I’m looking for my brother.”

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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Welcome L.M. Somerton- Tales From The Edge Series Blast +PRIZES !!!



New beginnings
There’s a line in a song by rock band The Editors, “Some things should be simple; even an end has a start”, which has resonated with me recently as I come to the end of a book series. Tales from The Edge consists of eight books and four free short stories and began almost four years ago with Reaching The Edge. The main characters, Olly and Joe, have inhabited my head ever since and letting go has proved anything but simple. I wish they were real – they’d make really good friends and I think a night out with them might be an adventure!
I didn’t want to write a never-ending series where readers forget what the whole premise was about and characters become formulaic caricatures. That’s boring for the reader and the writer. But, I never imagined how involved readers would become with the fictional lives of a group of kinky, loving men who overcome their problems with the help of friendship, perseverance and a healthy dose of snark.
Whilst writing Tales from The Edge, I frequently found myself accidentally creating characters with the potential for stories of their own, so I may have to indulge in a few more short freebies when the urge takes me! In the meantime, the final book in the series sows the seed for a new set of stories I’ll also be starting this year. So the end really is a start. Thanks so much for hosting me. xx

To celebrate the final book in the series, you can enter a Rafflecopter prize draw here. Five lucky winners will receive an ebook of their choice from my back list. (Draw open Jan 10 – Jan 31 2017)


Driven to The Edge
"So, fans of the Tales from The Edge series, buckle up. Here is the next story that you’ve been waiting for. And those new to the series, it’s never too late to start. You won’t be sorry. This is one of my favorite m/m, BDSM series. Enjoy!"  Becky Condit for USA Today.
Scorched Edges
"The characters are intelligent, spirited, and needless to say smoking hot.  Between danger and drama Scorched Edges has it all.  This series consistently gives readers smoldering, sensual, and engaging stories to enjoy.  Scorched Edges is another must read." Joyfully Reviewed.
Rough Around the Edges
"The sex…HOLY COW! I love how Harry takes charge – his Dom juju made my heart beat faster."  Inked Rainbow Reads
A Double-Edged Sword
“This pair have love, respect and honesty to help them through and ‘contract’ their new relationship. The story was real, the secondary characters important and the sex was sizzling!"  Prism Book Alliance
Dancing on the Edge
"Sensual dominance rules the day in Dancing on the Edge where desire sets the standard in tasteful erotic love play."  Joyfully Reviewed
Living on the Edge
“Living on the Edge is Yummy! This quick read is loaded with great characters, sizzling M/M sex, and engaging twists."  Jeep Diva
Reaching the Edge
“Oh, and Olly? My favorite character. God he’s just a freaking dervish. He’s like a Gremlin. Don’t feed him sugar. EVER. You’ll see.”  Mrs Condit & Friends

 Series Blurb
The Edge is a training company with a difference. It’s weekend clients come for classes in bondage and domination, not team building and problem solving. The management, staff and customers of The Edge do not lead boring lives. In fact they have a habit of getting themselves into all kinds of trouble. Put dominant, possessive alpha males together with bratty, loveable submissives and sparks are bound to fly. Tales from The Edge are their stories.



Blurb for Binding the Edges (Book #8 in the series)
Never let go of the one you love.
After recent traumatic events, Olly is finding it hard to get his head around what happened. While he tries to deal with a maelstrom of emotions, renovations at The Edge are in full flow, alongside preparations for tenth anniversary celebrations. Joe, his Dom, recognizes Olly’s delicate state of mind and does his best to reassure him. A trip to the New Forest with their friends, Aiden and Heath, helps the healing process.
Returning home, Olly and Aiden focus on preparations for the party. When Aiden is called away, Olly takes a walk to clear his head, keeping his eye on a brewing storm. To his horror, he discovers Mark Vickery, an old enemy, has landed on the island by boat and is out for revenge.
With Olly missing and the storm raging, Joe, Heath and Aiden set out on a rescue mission that unfolds in a way none of them expected. Can the storm wash away the past or will Olly and Joe’s future be destroyed by a twist of fate?


Excerpt from Binding the Edges


 
Olly tilted his head back to get a proper look at Joe’s face. Joe’s expression gave no indication of remorse or guilt, just his usual serene certainty that everything was under control. His control. He pressed a finger against Olly’s lips preventing him from forming them into a pout.      
“Who knows what’s best for you, sweetheart?”
Olly ducked his head, escaping Joe’s finger. “You do, Sir.” In Olly’s mind, nothing was more certain. Joe only ever acted in Olly’s best interest, even to his own detriment. “But you don’t have to worry about me.”
“That’s for me to decide, Oliver. After everything you’ve been through recently I didn’t want you to be on your own.”
“Because you’re a psychologist and you were analyzing me?” Olly asked.
“No, because you needed a friend. I know what you’d do if you had too much time on your own to think. You’d mull over every detail of what happened and start to blame yourself, wish you’d handled things differently. Then you’d start worrying about all the what ifs with that creative imagination of yours, and end up having nightmares for weeks.”
“You know me too well, Sir.” Olly nuzzled against Joe’s chest, absorbing his warmth.
“I have better things to do with you in bed than watch you toss and turn in your sleep.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So no sulking with Aiden. He’s a good friend.”
“The best. Now I understand why he didn’t run away when I interrogated him about what he and Heath got up to last night. I think you did me a favor, Sir.”
“That grin is far too wicked. I suspect you need to be punished.” “Ooh, yes please!”
“But you have packing to finish because we need to get on the road if we’re going to make it to Hampshire in time for dinner.”
“You’re no fun, Sir.” Olly was torn between wanting to play with Joe and his curiosity about their destination. He would also get to see Carey and Alistair. Maybe some of his other friends, too. “What do you want me to take?”
Joe gave him a curious glance. The press of Joe’s fingers under his chin tilted Olly’s head back. “This isn’t like you. Usually you’d have two enormous suitcases stuffed to bursting by now. What’s going on?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Tears that seemed to come all too quickly stung Olly’s eyes.
“Hey, now. None of that.” Joe kissed away a tear. “Are you having a tough time making decisions at the moment?”
Olly nodded. He worried that if he spoke he’d have a full-on nuclear meltdown. “Well, it’s a good job you have me, isn’t it?”
Olly bobbed his head, feeling a bit like a nodding dog toy. His head felt too heavy for his neck and a wave of exhaustion washed over him. He wanted to grab a pillow, one that smelled of Joe, hug it tight and drift off to sleep.


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Bio
LM lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.
LM is winner of the National Leather Association’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received multiple Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards in 2015. You can track her down online here:

Pride Publishing page: https://www.pride-publishing.com/author/lm-somerton
Website: www.lmsomerton.com
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Thursday, December 29, 2016

Welcome: Tamsin Baker Author of Grayson's Mate




Grayson’s Mate

Blurb:
At thirty-five, Grayson Nox is the business manager for his werewolf pack. He's good at his job. Too bad he's not as successful at finding his destined mate. He'll know her by a distinctive birth mark, but he's getting tired of searching. 

But the night Grayson finally sees his mark, it's not on a woman. It's on a gorgeous guy who wrecked his car near pack headquarters. Grayson brings the beguiling stranger home to heal … and to try and make sense of this strange twist of fate.

Medical student Reagan Forster has studied for ten years at University in Melbourne. At last he's ready to sit his final exams and head out into the world to heal people. But when he foolishly tries to drive home after a thirty-six-hour hospital shift, Reagan passes out behind the wheel. 

He wakes in an unknown world, tucked away in the mountains of Greensborough, with the hottest guy he's ever met at his bedside. Their mating starts a fire hotter than either werewolf or man has ever known. 

But they must make their relationship work against the backdrop of conflict, as Regan struggles to find his place in this new world, and the pack battles the Rogue werewolves who are a constant threat. 

When the spoils are counted in the end … can Grayson and Reagan both be victors?

Excerpt:
Grayson’s heart thundered in his chest like a base drum. So loud and profound he could feel the rush of blood in his ears pushing through his veins. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Let his mate go?
Never!
His wolf snapped and howled inside him. Grayson had to push down with all of his strength to keep the shifter down.
Stop! Don’t you dare break free. You’ll scare the shit out of him.
“Fine then. I'll go get dressed.” Reagan's tones were quiet and hurt as he walked forward as though to move past Grayson and go back downstairs.
Not a chance in hell are you leaving me.
Grayson grabbed Reagan and pulled him against his body. Reagan’s towel fell to the floor, and Grayson pressed his lips down onto his mate’s, Reagan's flavour and sweet orange  scent flowing over him in an all-encompassing wave. 
A deep growl emerged as the perfection of the situation moved through him. Every cell is his body responded to the magic that wove through him with his mate’s touch.
He stepped towards the bed and Reagan’s hands frantically grappled with Grayson’s jeans, pulling open the zipper and tugging down the denim as Reagan fell to his knees. 






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Friday, December 9, 2016

Release Day!!!! Handcuffed, Cops 'n' Floggers #1




Bad boys, bad boys.

Rent boy, Maverick Slone, Ricky to his friends, finds himself in big trouble with an unsatisfied client in the back alley of Leathers BDSM Club. Little does he know the Nordic god stepping in to save him, is an undercover vice cop.

When Detective Tyler Speed offers him the chance to leave the streets behind, it sounds too good to be true, especially when the man making the offer is the Dom of his very naughty dreams.


EXCERPT:

“Kneel. Now open your mouth wider, boy.”
The nameless Dom shoved me to my knees, grasped my chin then thrust his meaty thumb inside the corner of my mouth forcing my jaw apart. The smell of the condom tip flapping against my lips masks the rich musky smell of hot male. Under my knees, the cool ground seeps through my expensive leather pants and in my periphery, I can see heads turning to watch. Flashes of smiles white in the dim light followed by encouraging taunts from the men waiting for my client to finish so they can have their turn. I groan to encourage him and squeeze his tight butt. They like that because, inside the BDSM club, Leathers, the Doms never allow their subs to touch them without permission. Here in the darkness of the alley, I can offer pleasure for a few unrestrained minutes. He pushes his thick length inside and brushes my tonsils making me gag. The rubber grazes my dry lips as he thrusts deeper. His thick, wide cock bombards my mouth with the taste of latex, but the musky scent of him fills my nostrils. As his hairy balls tickle my chin, his thighs radiate a delicious heat. He laughs when I cough, and thick fingers grasp my hair holding me in place for his pleasure. The tug on my scalp sends a rush of delightful pain shuddering through me.
“Take it all, bitch, earn every fucking dollar.”
Here in the back alley of Leathers, I am part of the lineup of rent boys who wait for clients behind the club in the dingy alley. We queue beside the trash cans to service the Doms, to quench their urgent need before they take a selected sub to their dungeon. We all have a spot, and some like me have survived long enough to be in the group closest to the door. I turn tricks to survive. I don’t do dope, I look good, smell nice, and the Doms pay me twenty bucks for a BJ. I’m here from dusk until dawn every night, and my only wish is that one of the Doms will take me inside. I crave to be a sub and refuse to give my ass out here bent over the trash cans like most of the other boys.
“Suck me. Harder.” He holds my head and rides me. “You like that don’t you, slut?”
There is no respect given or expected, and I would never dare glance up at a trick. I am a receptacle for his lust—nothing more. As a rent boy, I am nothing—disposable—but I need the small connection with the Doms of the BDSM Club, Leathers. I service them without complaint, but they always leave me craving more.
I need a Dom to take me higher.





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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

New Release! Trouble Club, Depravity #8



What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
Alpha Rock’s rhythm guitarist, Kail Darkstar, is more than a little confused. The last thing he remembers is playing a gig in Las Vegas three days ago. He has no memory of meeting the sexy twink, tied to his bed, let alone the three-day long scene they apparently enjoyed.

After seeking help from Jackson, Kail discovers the stranger is French model, Philippe La Grange. Kail can’t get enough of his delicious sub in or out of the hotel room, but no matter how many times he makes love to Philippe, he still can’t remember meeting him.

Problem is, the media has tracked his every outrageous move. What happened in Vegas is front-page news.

Will Kail remember his delicious sub before Philippe walks out of his life forever?








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Excerpt:


Kail stepped out the shower and stared into the face of a stunningly handsome twink. He could not help the smile curling his lips. Yeah, he should call for security, and the idea someone had managed to get into his room flashed through his mind, reminding him to be careful, yet what harm could a deliciously naked boy do to him? Beat him to death with his cock? Hmm now, that was a thought and more so the snake tattooed length seemed strangely familiar. He inhaled his spicy, fucked-all-night scent and took his time moving his gaze over the slim hips and waist then up over the pierced nipples to his face. You are stunning. “What’s your name, boy?”
“Mmm, well you sure know how to hurt a person’s feelings, Kail.” The pup pouted and moved closer, his French accent sending a hot wave of lust straight to Kail’s balls. “You’ve had me every possible way for the last three nights, and now you can’t remember my name let alone proclaiming your undying love for me in front of about sixty people.” He moved closer and closed a fist around Kail’s cock. “Best you start remembering, real soon. Jackson and Rogue are in our bedroom looking like the Spanish Inquisition. Jackson is a real bitch. He spoke to me as if I was a rent boy then said I stink and ordered me to take a shower.”
Realization dawned on him. This wasn’t a boy looking for a rock-star fuck. He had to be the same one he’d left well-serviced and hidden under the pillows. “I kind of like the way you smell and I gather you’re the pup I found tied to my bed this morning?” Kail cupped the back of the man’s head and his fingers sunk unto his soft dark curls. “I wouldn’t have bothered them if I’d known you were so pretty. Jackson keeps the members of Alpha Rock on the straight and narrow. He helps fix our personal problems on the road. Yeah, he is a bitch, but he’s our bitch.” He shrugged. “Truth is, boy. I don’t remember meeting you, although I do admit your cock does look familiar and I love your accent.” He bent to brush a kiss over the pup’s soft red lips and moved his hips enjoying the man’s touch on his growing erection. Hmm, I’m so in the mood for shower sex. “Now what’s your name?”
“You don’t remember?” The boy raised one perfect brow.
“I get lost in a scene sometimes.” Kail searched his mind but came up completely blank. “All my subs are ‘pup’ or ‘boy.’ I’m sure you understand. The coming down takes a while.”
“You are very strange, but this time I will oblige, Master. My name is Phillipe, Phillipe La Grange.” The pup chewed on his bottom lip then lifted his gaze. “Well, I guess as you’re a Dom I could take your last name. Phillipe Darkstar sounds okay.”