Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Romance Reviews End of Year Splash Party







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Harper Cole may look like a best-selling author doing research for his next book, but underneath it all, he is a badass Dom and ex-rock star looking for a sub. When he meets a sexy stripper at the local gym, he uses the pretense of doing research for his next erotic novel to get close to the delicious man.

To the world Flame is a self-confident male stripper and acclaimed modern dancer, but deep down, he carries a crippling secret that stops him from trusting anyone. When Harper saves him from a life-threatening attack, Flame starts to open up, and even though his vanilla preferences don’t exactly match with Harper’s plans, he finds himself attracted to the big Dom.

Their worlds collide, leaving both men reeling. Harper is determined to show Flame the benefits of taking a ride on the wild side, but Flame cannot trust his heart to another man. What will it take to bring these two men together? It’s up to Harper, as the Dom, to make it happen… if it’s possible at all.
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 17 December
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M/M comedy romance                                              www.total-e-bound.com


                         

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Black Friday Blog Hop- We have prizes :-D



I have one copy of  Sea Games or any book on my back list as a prize . To go into the draw leave a comment with your email address.

Carrie Anne Blog Hops has prizes to give away too.



Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $75 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Website: http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/



I have some great new releases and some exciting titles coming soon:-

Hurt Me Good 

M/M BDSM

 Blurb:
Harper Cole may look like a best-selling author doing research for his next book, but underneath it all, he is a badass Dom and ex-rock star looking for a sub. When he meets a sexy stripper at the local gym, he uses the pretense of doing research for his next erotic novel to get close to the delicious man.

To the world Flame is a self-confident male stripper and acclaimed modern dancer, but deep down, he carries a crippling secret that stops him from trusting anyone. When Harper saves him from a life-threatening attack, Flame starts to open up, and even though his vanilla preferences don’t exactly match with Harper’s plans, he finds himself attracted to the big Dom.

Their worlds collide, leaving both men reeling. Harper is determined to show Flame the benefits of taking a ride on the wild side, but Flame cannot trust his heart to another man. What will it take to bring these two men together? It’s up to Harper, as the Dom, to make it happen… if it’s possible at all.
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Sea Games

 Contemporary Erotic  Romance



Brian Bowers is on the edge of losing everything, including his mind. Revenge is his only avenue against the woman who once ruled his heart. Facing her is a different matter. Patrice awakens memories of passion long forgotten and ignites a flame of lust he cannot extinguish.




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 17 December

NIGHT GAMES
M/M comedy romance from Liquid Silver Books.

                                   


Strand one stuffy executive and his prize-winning Chihuahua in the Brazilian jungle. Add a handsome, sexy roughneck, and watch the hilarious night games begin.


 21 January  2013


Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher



After finding a dragon shape shifter, trapped in a magyck circle, Thalia succumbs to the erotic pull of this ethereal being. She must confront her fear of men and help Lumos, the Dragonfae, find his way home.





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H.C. Brown

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Saturday, November 17, 2012

Guest Author-Sage Marlowe


Curious Characters
by Sage Marlowe


Hello, visitors of HC’s blog! I’m delighted to be a guest here today—thank you, HC for having me!

My name is Sage Marlowe and I’m a multi-published author of gay erotic romance novels. I write stories about real men that face real problems. Usually this works quite well for me but sometimes, as an author, I face some real problems with my characters.

You see, fictional characters are curious people. Yes, people. I'm sure most writers will agree with me on that. As a story develops, our characters begin to reveal their personality and sometimes they do stuff they were never meant to do in the first place. I'm often surprised where my boys take me and what harebrained ideas they come up with while finding their way towards each other. I'm also quite frequently surprised by, um, how often they're at it, but boys will be boys, I guess.

Characters are people who sometimes become friends. And sometimes, a character just won't go away. One such character is Francis Hollister. When he first entered the scene in Sub-Mission, he was supposed to play just a minor support role as Pierce's brother and the proud owner of the BDSM club where the story is set. That was the plan. But Francis—France—being the scheming deviant he is, kept sneaking up on me again and again until eventually, he became a very important element in the story.

But that was not enough for him—oh no, far from it. By the time Sub-Mission was submitted and ready for release, he'd already charmed his way into my heart to the point where I just knew that I'd have to tell his story, too. Re-Submission was born.

My first thoughts about the book were to give France the perfect sub to complement the Dom in him, but once again, I found myself with characters who snatched the reins to the story right out of my hand and ran away with it. I'd planned to tell the story from France's point of view, or maybe from his partner, Shae's, but no. Before I knew it, a third guy entered the scene. Tyler. I remember the moment very well. My exact thought was "Oh, crap. What am I gonna do with him?" I had never intended to write a threesome, least of all in a story that was so clearly meant for two, a Dom and his sub.
But Tyler was persistent. Not only did he wriggle his pert butt into Francis' club and ultimately, into bed with Francis and Shae, no, he also took on the role of narrator which, I think, makes for a very interesting constellation.

Why don’t you see for yourself what I’ve had to deal with writing this book? Here’s the blurb:

Rubbing a toppy sub, a submissive Top and a Dom with attitude together is guaranteed to send sparks flying — but what will they ignite?
Meet Tyler Kane. Ballsy and headstrong, he's far from being the submissive type. Francis Hollister, Dom and proud owner of a BDSM club, couldn't agree more — and yet, as Tyler carelessly suggests a bet, Francis sees an opportunity arise and decides to take him up on it.
Soon Tyler finds himself in Francis' club and about to be trained as a sub. When Shae, the gorgeous Top Francis has assigned to teach him, doesn't appear to be quite as dominant as his role would lead to believe and Francis turns out to be a rather versatile Dom, Tyler sees a perfect match just waiting to be made happen. Too bad though that he's the only one who sees it. Or maybe he isn’t?
Curious to find out what happens when you rub a submissive Top, a toppy sub and a Dom with attitude together and what exactly the sparks from that explosive combination ignite, Tyler enlists the help of Pierce, Francis' brother, and his partner Noah, and sets out on a mission.
While Tyler's plan seems to work out astonishingly well, it seems that there's more than one man in the club who is pursuing a hidden agenda…


Re-Submission releases December 10th, 2012. It is currently available to pre-order at a discount.

Buy link:


While you wait for Re-Submission to be released, why don't you pick up a copy of Sub-Mission if you haven't already done so? It gives you a great introduction to Francis' character and of course, Noah and Pierce are a couple you just have to meet. This is their story:


How far would you go to save the one you love?

Pierce Hollister is a down-to-earth businessman. Most of the time. His romantic side has him secretly dreaming of Mr Right, a family and happy ever after.
Noah Conway is a single father who doesn't believe in happy families anymore. When his daughter's life is at stake, he would sell his soul to save her but as a sadistic Dom takes an interest in him, he sells his body instead.
A shared session at a BDSM club leaves Pierce intrigued and soon he finds himself willing to do anything in his power to heal the wounds that life has left on Noah's soul. When he realises that the very thing Noah dreads the most might just be what he needs, Pierce sets out on a mission – but maybe it's just not in his power to save Noah.
Will Noah be able to battle the demons that haunt him and find the happy ever after Pierce has dreamed up for them?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of dubious consent.




For more about Sage Marlowe go to www.sage-marlowe.com

Thursday, November 15, 2012

“In The Hot Seat with H. C. Brown”: S Dora



Title: The Right Direction


Release Date: September 24 2012, general release

Author: S. Dora


Publisher: Total E-Bound

Buy Link: Part one of Calling the Shots, Facing the Truth: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1579


Genre: m/m, romantic BDSM









Blurb: New to BDSM, Dominant Isaac learns how to bring his sub Tom to new heights during a weekend of pain and pleasure.
Now he’s admitted to his lover, Tom—and more importantly, to himself— that he’s willing to explore his Dominant side, Isaac prepares for a weekend during which both he and Tom will stay in their roles as Dominant and submissive. Isaac has a great time selecting the flogger, paddle and cane he’s planning to use.
During their special weekend, Isaac and Tom not only have lots of kinky sex, they also explore D/s outside the bedroom. They are not ready, however, to share this part of their relationship with the outside world.
How will Isaac react when an innocent moment of misunderstanding confronts him with everyday reality?

HC: Welcome S. Dora! 
Tell us about your Hot New Release?

S: Great to be here. My latest is called The Right Direction. It’s part two of the Calling the Shots series, a story about a loving, committed m/m couple and their discovering of BDSM. Main character is Isaac, the Dom, who is actually a sweet, caring and not very much dominant man. And yet when his lover, Tom, asks for certain things to spice up their bedroom activities, Isaac not only learns he’s quite capable of giving his Tommy a good spanking, he enjoys it more than he ever expected.
In The Right Direction Isaac and Tom try out some new BDSM toys during a weekend full of kinky fun, but things are not as uncomplicated as they had hoped for.
HC: You are in the right place here my readers LOVE M/M  BDSM
  Can you tell us a little about yourself and your books?
S: As S. Dora I write romantic erotica. I love writing about ongoing, committed relationships, because I’m more curious about what happens after the happy end, than about how they get together.
There’s not much to tell about me. I’m a woman, I’ve been with my wife since October 1981. We are the mothers of two sons, who are now both university students. We still wonder how they grew so fast from toddlers to adult males.  

HC: Have you ever used events or stories contemporary or historical  in your work?

S: Not directly, no. But it would be very na├»ve to think that living as an fully out lesbian for the past 33 years won’t have any influence on the choices of what I write and how I write it.

HC:. Is there anything you find particularly challenging/ rewarding about writing?

S: Writing is a constant uphill battle against insecurity and doubts. I learned to trust my publisher(s) and my readers, or else I never would have published anything.

HC: I think we all have the insecurity and doubts about our writing. I always want to give my best and I think that's the same with most writers. Those little messages from fans make such a lot of difference  don't you think?

 As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? How has that childhood dream affected your current career?

S: I loved to write stories from a young age, but I never assumed becoming a writer was a serious option. I also wanted to become a teacher, for the simple reason that in a blue-collar family teachers were just about the only intellectuals we came in contact with and who had a job that wasn’t totally out of bounds for me. I never became a teacher, but went through life doing all kinds of stuff, including studying history. And now I find myself being a writer and part of me still thinks “yeah, right.”

HC: Do you have a writing schedule?

S. Yes, write every day most of the day. The only problem is life keeps happening and so the schedule is often the first to die.

HC: What kinds of books do you like to read?

S: Non-fiction has been my preferred reading material for many years now, though I won’t shun a nice bit of fiction from time to time. I love to read about history (especially social, gay and lesbian subjects) atheism and critical thinking, science (up to a point, I know my intellectual limits), culture in all its forms and whatever catches my attention.

HC: What can readers expect from you in the near future?

S: The third part of Calling the Shots that is pretty close to being completed, apart from some free fighting with a couple of scenes.
I also have some interesting ideas for a few m/f and m/m stories that I hope will keep me busy for the upcoming weeks and months.    

HC:Would you like to share an excerpt?

S: I’m happy to. The following (very much intended for adults) scene is from The Right Direction.

“I made baked rice with grilled chicken, mushroom sauce and tomato salad.” Tom placed a plate filled with food in front of Isaac. He also put a small basket with fresh bread and two tall glasses of water between them.
“It smells wonderful.” Isaac waited until Tom sat and started to eat. “Tastes great too.”
Tom beamed. “The sauce’s my mum’s recipe.”
“It’s simply perfect.” Isaac swiped up some sauce with a piece of bread. “Tell me, what’s the secret ingredient?”
Tom winked. “Told you, that’s a secret.”
“When you’re under my collar, you’ll have to tell me when I give you the order,” Isaac teased.
“No, I won’t.” Tom immediately reminded Isaac what being submissive wasn’t about.
Isaac reached over the table to take his lover’s hand in his own, and kissed it. “Thank you for being you.”
Tom smiled. “Help me to put everything in the dishwasher? And do you want to fuck me here, on the kitchen table, or in the bedroom?”
“Of course I’ll help… What are you saying? Don’t repeat it—I know what you were saying.” Isaac shook his head in surprise. He stood up and stacked the dirty plates and dishes. “Am I that obvious?”
“I have no idea what you ordered, but I would get hard as a nail from simply opening that box.” Tom started the dishwasher. He pulled Isaac closer and kissed him deeply. “Take me here, on the kitchen table?”
Isaac nodded, horny enough to agree with anything his lover suggested. “Lube?”
“If it was good enough for the Greeks and Romans, it’s good enough for us.” Tom grabbed a bottle of extra virgin olive oil from the counter and put it on the table. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped and dropped his jeans. He gripped the sides of the table and offered his arse. “Have fun.”
Isaac almost wished he were a religious man, so he could give thanks to a higher power for sending him his sweet beauty of a lover. As it was, he had no choice but to accept the obvious miracle at face value. Tom wanted him, as his lover, his partner. As his Dom. He’d had his pick of men, but he wanted Isaac. Isaac, who would be celebrating his fortieth birthday in a few months, who would never stand out in a crowd, who worked at an office because he had nothing better to offer the world, who had still not fully accepted his own feelings as a Dominant. And yet, Tom, in his twenties and too gorgeous for words, left no doubt about his choice.
Isaac took a deep breath to get his thoughts under control. Later tonight, he would have enough opportunity to ponder the wonder that was Tom, but now it was time to fuck. Quickly, he prepared first Tom, then himself. Once the head of Isaac’s cock had passed the oiled pucker, Tom pushed back, as if he couldn’t wait another second to have his lover’s dick fully inside him.
“Fuck, that feels good.” The words exploded from Tom’s mouth. “Give it to me as hard as you like.”
With one hand around Tom’s hip and the other on his shoulder, Isaac started a fast, aggressive series of thrusts inside the tight heat. The thought that tomorrow night Tom would wear his collar—and call him Sir and Master—drove him on until he was close to becoming a mindless, rutting animal.
Tom voice reached him through a daze of lust. “Please, help me come…”
Isaac reached around, took his lover’s erection in his fist and pumped up and down, never missing a single beat of his own thrusts. No sooner did Tom’s spunk fill his hand than his own body surrendered to its pleasure, and he gave one final push and shot his load deep inside his lover.
“Fuck…” Tom panted, holding on to the table. “If I’d known you’d get this excited by BDSM stuff, I would have suggested it months ago.”
Isaac carefully pulled his softening cock back and kissed his lover’s neck. “You want the honest truth? I can’t wait until tomorrow night.” 
With his back still turned towards Isaac, his body in a submissive position, Tom said, “Neither can I, Sir.”  

 HC: Thanks for dropping by :-)

Friday, November 9, 2012

Autumn Harvest Blog Hop- Great Prizes

 My winner is : Miriam.






 Hurt Me Good my new release M/M BDSM book is  written in late summer/ autumn. The constant rain reflects the mood of  the characters during  the conflict in their relationship. I love autumn and the changes in colors of the trees. I have very fond memories of walking through fallen leaves as a child.





I have added an AO excerpt  from Hurt Me Good and the book trailer for a bit of fun.

Thanks for dropping by. Don't forget to leave a comment to go into the draw for one of my e-books

AND

Carri Ann's Blog Hops has  THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!


 Hurt Me Good available in e-book and print
First 20 print books sold are already autographed and waiting for you.




Harper Cole may look like a best-selling author doing research for his next book, but underneath it all, he is a badass Dom and ex-rock star looking for a sub. When hetripper at the local gym, he uses the pretense of doing research for his next erotic novel to get close to the delicious man.



To the world Flame is a self-confident male stripper and acclaimed modern dancer, but deep down, he carries a crippling secret that stops him from trusting anyone. When Harper saves him from a life-threatening attack, Flame starts to open up, and even though his vanilla preferences don’t exactly match with Harper’s plans, he finds himself attracted to the big Dom.





Their worlds collide, leaving both men reeling. Harper is determined to show Flame the benefits of taking a ride on the wild side, but Flame cannot trust his heart to another man. What will it take to bring these two men together? It’s up to Harper, as the Dom, to make it happen… if it’s possible at all





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Hot Excerpt;
Chapter One








SWEAT stung his eyes. His muscles cramped. The overexertion burned, sizzling through shoulders to biceps shuddering with effort. The weight bar slipped in Harper Cole’s damp grasp. The massive weight dropped, stopping inches from crushing his neck. He gripped the bar tighter. Pain radiated through his jaw from clenched teeth. He panted. I’m like a fucking woman in labor.


“Put your back into it!—One more. Come on, you fucking wimp,” his spotter screamed.


“Fuck you.” Harper dragged in a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and shoved from his gut.


The barbell slammed into the frame. Giddy from exertion, Harper slowly rolled up. Although he wanted to cuss out his cousin, Josh, he grinned. “That’s enough for today. Thanks for spotting me, man.”


“Enough?” Josh eyed him critically. “You spend too much time in your office. You’re getting soft.” He raised a brow. “You used to be fit, man. Fuck, only two years ago you were rocking out on stage with Too Hotz and doing world tours. Being a millionaire has turned you into a pussy.”


Harper peeled the long, sweat-soaked strands of hair from his face and secured the shoulder-length mass with a strip of leather. “Soft? I work out every day.” Admittedly, not like the torturous session he had endured today. Josh had pushed him to the limit. Fuck, his arms ached like a bitch.


“You need to be moved out of your comfort zone.” Josh shrugged. “Or you’ll end up with a barrel instead of a six pack.”


With a grunt, Harper glared at Josh. “I can beat your best by ten presses, wimp.”


“Oh yeah?” Josh raised a brow. “Are you challenging me, cuz?”


“Fuck yeah. Every morning, here, at eight,” Harper growled. “No one beats me.”


“You’re on.” Josh narrowed his eyes. “One week will sort out who has the biggest balls.”


“I’ve won already.” Harper smirked and rolled his numb shoulders. His gaze drifted across the gym. A vision of male perfection sliced into his line of sight. Wearing nothing but a baggy blue T-shirt and a towel slung low about his narrow waist, the young man moved with seductive grace toward him. The delectable apparition stopped less than five feet away. A sharp stab of awareness curled in Harper’s balls. Damn. The sweet thing went up on his toes to collect a fresh towel from the stack beside the door to the sauna. The vision reached up to the shelf and exposed a glimpse of tight buttocks.


This twink had everything Harper craved in a sub, from the small nubile body and delicate features to the shock of ruby hair. The man had cut his hair very short above his ears. From the crown of his head silken strands fell over one side of his face. The rest of the long center mass had been styled in a wide Mohawk fashion. The top spilled over, sending a cascade of red tumbling down to the twink’s shoulders. Harper’s gaze dropped to the diamond studs glistening in both ears. Hmm—high maintenance.


Groaning inwardly, Harper took in the arched brows, the full lips held in a sullen pout. Hot damn, the look of insolence in the boy’s deep blue eyes made Harper’s cock throb in anticipation. He shut his mouth with a click. Shit, had he been staring openmouthed at the tempting man? How fucking infantile was that? Dragging air into his lungs, he lifted his chin toward the young man heading into the sauna. He pounded a fist against his heart. “Have… mercy.” His gaze followed the guy across the room. Fuck, he would get off just rimming the sweet thing’s navel. “Now that is a wet dream walking.”


“Don’t waste your time.” Josh ran a hand through his hair. “The boy is vanilla all the way. Trust me, many have tried to get close but that guy might as well live on a different planet.” He threw a towel at Harper. “Not even you will be able to win him over.”


With a growl of disgust, Harper turned to his cousin. The man had a “you’re fucked” grin. “Is that another challenge, cuz? Nah, don’t bother. That sweet boy is mine.” He scratched the itchy day-old bristles on his chin. “What do you know about him? How old is he?”


“That delicious piece of ass is a dancer by the name of Flame. I met him on a shoot I did last month for ,i>Rock On magazine. He does a lot of work on music clips and a spot on Friday nights at the Lala Club on Grove. I’d say he’s around twenty-three. The Lala doesn’t allow strippers to work underage, and Flame’s danced there for over a year. He’s one hell of a stripper.” Josh headed for the locker room. “I’m guessing you’ll want a sauna about now?” He turned and grinned at Harper. “I’ll join you until things get too hot.”


Harper relaxed the tension in his jaw. Being attracted to a barely legal boy was not his style. Okay, so he liked his men small, but not wimps. He craved a sub with an in your face attitude. Oh yeah, to have one submit to his flogger would be a dream made in heaven. Fighting the urge to lick his lips, he followed Josh into the changing room, stripped off, and then made his way to the sauna. Wrapped in a white fluffy towel barely covering his aching cock, he sat on a bench opposite the young man. Apart from Josh, propped up in the corner at the far end of the room, and sweet thing, the room was deserted. He smiled into the steam. The boy had stripped off his shirt to reveal pierced nipples. So, you’re not opposed to piercings. Fuck, I’d like to suckle those tight little buds. Harper unconsciously fingered the bar stud in his nipple and had the sudden inexplicable desire to drop his towel to display the stud piercing his shaft. He glanced at Josh, stretched out on a bench with his eyes shut. The memory of the dare, which resulted in his cock stud, flashed through his mind. He vaguely remembered making the bet with Josh during an evening of drunken stupidity. Harper groaned inwardly and recalled how neither of them would back down. Man, he’d never forget the subsequent weeks of forced celibacy he had endured following that night.


Harper’s gaze traveled over the young man. The smell of Flame’s sweat, fresh and intoxicating, drifted over him. His heart raced at the sight of lickable, smooth, hairless skin on the dancer’s chest, belly, and legs. He ran his tongue around his mouth imagining the taste of damp, waxed flesh. A tattoo of a blue dragon wrapped around the delicious guy’s left side, disappearing around his back, and circling his waist. The long forked tail curled tantalizingly around one thigh. Harper fought the overpowering desire to grab the offending towel obscuring his vision. Damn, he wanted to see where the rest of the dragon lay. Perhaps the dragon’s head rested in a nest of flaming red curls. Fuck, the thought alone made his cock rear up for action.


Apart from a body Harper craved to lick slowly all over, the young dancer had the face of an angel—well, not angelic—ethereal. The sweet thing would make one hell of a fae character in one of his stories. Although small, Flame had sculpted muscle—the kind that bunched under restraints.Hell yeah. Harper licked his lips. Over taut muscle stretched white unmarked skin—the kind that blushed under his flogger. Fuck, he would start to drool at any moment.


With a sigh, Harper lifted his gaze from the man’s delicious body and met a pair of inquisitive eyes. Harper shrugged, swiping the sweat from his face. “Sorry to stare, man. I recognize you from somewhere. Have we met?” He held out his hand. “Harper Cole.”


“Flame.” He acknowledged Harper’s handshake and continued in an educated British accent. “We haven’t met but I get around. You may have seen me on TV or at the Lala.” He raised a brow. “I do recognize you. In fact, I’ve read all your books.” He waved toward Josh. “I thought Josh was you for some time. You look very much alike.”


Would you like to know me better, boy? “Yeah, we’re cousins but my eyes are green.” Harper chuckled. “And Josh can’t write a word. He’s into photography as you probably know.” He gripped the edge of the bench and leaned forward. “Flame is an unusual name—it suits you. I would love to see you dance one day… Flame.” Oh yeah, dance just for me, sweet thing.


“The Lala doesn’t have a ban on authors as far as I know… Harper,” said Flame dismissively. With a sullen pout, he rose gracefully to his feet and walked to the brazier. He lifted the scoop from the water barrel and poured a long stream over the hot stones.


Harper peered through the billowing steam. He swallowed. Flame blatantly avoided him, dropped his towel, and climbed on the bench with cat-like grace to stretch out deliciously naked on the wooden slats. The dragon’s open maw sat gaping above a mouthwatering, hairless package. He noticed Flame had pasted a small smile on those petulant ruby lips. The sweet thing knows exactly what he’s doing to me?—Christ, he’s using the mindfuck—On me, the king of the mindfuck! The next moment Josh appeared through the white cloud and stood beside Harper with an amused expression. Harper dragged his gaze from the naked perfection before him and glanced up at his cousin.


“I’m hitting the shower.” Josh winked. “Take your time. I’ll wait for you in the coffee shop across the road.”


“Sure, give me ten.” Damn it, now the boy would think he planned to hit on him. He dashed a hand through his damp hair. With effort, he pulled his attention away from a drop of sweat running from the dragon’s eye tattoo like a tear, to spill down Flame’s flat belly, in a trail of gloss over his cock and apricot-shaped sac. His mouth went dry. Oh Lord, he could almost taste those perfect balls. He cleared his throat. “No, I haven’t seen you dance at the Lala. I’ve just moved in on Roseland this week. I’m looking for mental stimulation for my muse.”


“In Ropes, no doubt?” Flame opened his eyes a slit. “I’m sure you will find plenty to write about inthat place.” He rolled over and rested his head in one hand. “Although your stories show the tender side of love, not the brutality of BDSM.” He swiped his tongue across his lips. “I had no idea you were into the BDSM scene. Your books are so… so moving.”


“Actually, I’ve just finished writing a story about BDSM; it’s called The Beast in Me.” Harper grinned. “It’s a compassionate story about a sweet little sub.”


Flame scrutinized Harper under long lashes. “You look like a Dom and yet write with compassion. Is there a compassionate side hiding beneath your badass exterior?”


Shit. Another guy who thinks BDSM is all about sadism. Harper rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, I can be gentle, hell yeah, cuddling is an important part of every scene—we call it the cool down.” He sighed. “You have the same misconception of BDSM as many people in the vanilla world.” Trying to keep his gaze off the guy’s generous cock and hairless lick-me-all-over balls, he lifted his chin. “I don’t get off on beating my lovers.”


“Then why do you flog your subs?”


Harper coughed to cover a growl of frustration. This kind of crap drove him crazy. “Unless you’re down with the scene, our way of life is hard to explain. BDSM doesn’t turn normal people into raving lunatics; most times, it’s a release of everyday stress. You would be surprised how many guys in high-powered positions want to let go of the day’s tension by submitting absolutely to their Dom.” He shrugged. I guess you are worth the time to explain. “Trust plays a part. A sub trusts his Master to know what turns him on. A good Master considers his sub’s enjoyment paramount to his own pleasure.”


“I find it hard to believe whipping a man tied to a post is enjoyable to the one being brutalized.” Flame cupped his balls and shuddered. “It seems barbaric to me.”


Arrogant, self-assured, you would be a joy to train. “The sub being brutalized as you say would have requested that particular scene.” Harper met the intense, blue gaze boring into him. “Let me put it this way.” He pointed to Flame’s chest. “Why did you get your nipples pierced?”


“That is not the same thing at all.”


“Do you like the thrill of your lover pulling them with his teeth?” Harper leaned back and gazed into the man’s eyes. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “The pleasurable pain goes straight to your balls and heightens your sexual experience, doesn’t it?”


“Yes, but that is not the same.”


“The thrill you feel is exactly the same, just a different degree of pleasure. There are a multitude of scenes to play out.” Harper mopped the sweat from his chest. “Some subs like to be kidnapped, restrained, and fucked. Others want to be spanked, flogged, whipped or whatever.” He stood up, letting the towel drop to the floor. “Some prefer to be tied up and licked all over. That’s not barbaric, is it?” Harper fingered his nipple ring. “I attract subs who like to be intimidated. It’s a rush for them for me to order them to lick my leathers in front of other Doms, or feel my tongue dominating their ass. Everyone is different with varying degrees of need, and as a Dom, I take all needs into consideration. I respect my subs’ wishes, I’m not a brute.” He bent down and placed his face an inch away from Flame’s cheek. The guy’s pupils had dilated to the extreme. “If you needed me to suck on your nipple rings, then that’s all I would do.” He slowly licked his lips in a blatant invitation. “Do you need a Dom in your life, someone to drive you to a state of arousal you could only dream of, a person you can trust to take care of you?”


“No.” Flame smiled thinly. “My body pays the rent. No one wants a bruised and battered dancer in their troupe.”


Harper traced a finger down Flame’s arm. Christ, the man’s scent would drive him over the edge. Lime mingled with all-male musk, the sweet, fresh kind that only came from exertion or hard, sweaty sex. His cock strained toward the twink. Grinding his teeth, he fisted his aching shaft. Fuck, he wanted those cherry lips on him, the stripper’s hot little mouth opening to take him deep. “Oh, I wouldn’t bruise you, but I’d make you come screaming my name.”


“Many have tried.” Flame pushed Harper away from him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment.” He slid off the bench and bent to pick up his towel. He wrapped the damp material around his waist. “I will look forward to reading your next book.” He walked across the room toward the door. “A tender Dom… hmm, an interesting idea. Perhaps you should write about a man like you, a Dom who actually cares about his sub.” He turned and gazed at Harper for a long minute. “Not that BDSM is my flavor.”


“You’ll never know unless you try. I’m good at what I do, Flame.” Harper pumped his throbbing shaft. “I’m here same time every day if you change your mind.”


“I won’t.” Flame pulled open the door and left in a cloud of steam.



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