I've just finished editing a role-playing story Happy Birthday Babe and will get back to work on the third in the Pride Brothers Paranormal erotic series- Purrfect Lust This book is flowing really well it’s a little different from the others I've added a bit of humor. ~so hold all calls. :-)
England 1075—Sir Renoir Danier finds himself in an intolerable situation when he is ordered by King William to marry an elderly Spanish countess. Five years earlier, he met the great love of his life, Sir Sebastian. This deeply sensual dark angel taught him all that a man could give to another. Renoir became a slave to his erotic punishment. After a month of bliss, Sebastian sailed to Spain. Will he return or leave Renoir with a shattered heart?
Forbidden by H.C. Brown
That day dawned the same as this. He remembered every detail in absolute clarity. The sun shone brilliantly that morning as he strode onto the practice field. The soft, gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of honeysuckle. Knights of the Spanish ruler, El Cid Campeador, were in England training to compete in the Tournament. All of King William’s knights were encouraged to uphold the reputation of the Norman king’s prowess in battle. Renoir, dressed only in leggings, pushed on his helm and taking his sword in hand stepped onto the field with his young squire . . . and time stood still. In the middle of the field, a battle progressed. A magnificent Spanish knight, naked to the waist, advanced on his opponent. He swung a heavy sword, crashing it down without mercy upon a faltering challenger. Renoir stopped to watch in awestruck admiration. His cock swelled as the dark knight stepped and twirled in a deadly dance. The knight’s hair, black as a starless night, clung to the thick sheen of sweat across his muscular, bronze-skinned shoulders. Black leggings molded to a rock hard ass and long, muscular legs. Renoir caught his breath, transfixed as the man turned, raised his sword, and delivered the deathblow, stopping short of decapitating his opponent. Then he lifted his dark eyes to Renoir and winked. Dear God, his face was like a dark angel’s, his lips so full and lush. The dark knight’s deep sienna gaze travelled down Renoir’s body and rested on his obvious erection. The heat from a blush crept up Renoir’s neck and into his cheeks, but he could not look away. The knight inclined his head as if assessing him and Renoir panicked. He would not survive a challenge from such a man. Instead, he handed his sword belt and helm to his squire and headed for the stables. The hayloft provided sanctuary from his father when the grooms were out in the field tending to the knight’s horses. Renoir walked past the stalls toward the ladder that led above. He crawled into the hay and listened to the grunts and laughter from the battlefield. Squires brought horses into the stalls and tended to them, chatting with some merriment about their masters. Renoir laid still, the rough hay prickling his bare skin. Safe in his hiding place, he amused himself by chewing on a length of straw until the stable fell quiet but for the soft nickering of horses. After a while, the delightful aromas of roasting meat drifted from the kitchen. Renoir’s stomach rumbled. He got to his feet and climbed down the ladder, then stopped to brush dust and straw from his leggings. Footfalls pounded on the pathway outside the stable door. Renoir glanced up. The dark knight slid through the doorway, and they eyed each other in silence. The knight inclined his head. “I saw your arousal when you watched me fight.” Renoir panicked and stepped back as the knight loomed over him, his musky scent sending a rush of heat to his loins. “I beg your pardon, good sir. I meant no disrespect.” The knight ran a hand through his hair and looked at him as if contemplating his next action. “‘Tis no disrespect, but your boldness will bring you undone. I am Sebastian. And you are Sir Renoir Danier, or so my worthy squire informs me. He also informs me that you have unusual tastes.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip and winked. “As do I.” Renoir opened his mouth to reply when he heard a groom whistling nearby. Sebastian’s lips lifted at the corners. “We will speak later?” Renoir nodded. Sebastian ran a finger slowly down Renoir’s cheek, turned on his heel, and sauntered from the stable. Forbidden Love available now.