Two Doms:One Pup by H.C. Brown hits the All Romance Top 100 Bestseller list.

                      

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Joel Moon’s sightseeing days in Club Floggers as an inexperienced pup, come to an abrupt end when he  discovers he'd signed two contracts for the same night with rock star Reef Anderson, and the club’s owner Rio Knight; two  delicious edge playing Doms.

Excerpt:

Reef Anderson moved to the stage door of the venue surrounded by a wall of bodyguards. His band’s latest hit thumped through the auditorium. The Cold Heat fans had expected his rapid exit from the building and had congregated on the sidewalk. Reef adjusted his balls to fit better inside his skintight black jeans. He had sex on his mind. The need to touch damp flesh and inhale the scent of aroused man and leather had become an obsession. His cock ached to be buried deep inside a squirming sub’s tight little well blushed ass. He needed to be in Floggers and have a smorgasbord of fine house subs to choose from but he’d promised Aiden he’d go to a party and his friend had hired the entire top floor of a hotel. With any luck, he’d be able to get away in a couple of hours to find some ass.  He turned to wait for Aiden, the bass player, to catch up. He grinned at his friend. “Are you heading down to Floggers later or will your Doms be anxious after not getting any action for two weeks.”

Aiden’s full mouth curled in a smile. “I’m horny so I hope we’ll do both. You’ll be set. I’ve invited Rio and there are plenty of bedrooms available.”

Reef chuckled. His nights of hot sex with Rio away from their roles as Doms in Club Floggers was a distraction— a very nice distraction. He cared for Rio and their torrid sex affair had surprised many people. Two tough guys getting it on. Hell, he never had to worry about hurting Rio; the man wanted him hard and heavy. The problem with a relationship with Rio meant it had to be outside the club. Inside Floggers, their Dom personas took over.  Neither would switch play and both preferred twinks to dominate. He raised both brows. “I’m hungry for ass and Rio will do just fine. I do appreciate that you thought about me and invited him.” He glanced into the crowd.

“That’s what friends are for.” The blond sub pulled on Reef’s leather vest to get his attention. “Hey, look at the guy in the yellow shirt by the cop on the barricade, isn’t that the pup we had dinner with at Floggers? What was his name?”

Reef’s attention slid over the slim young man with the amazing aquamarine eyes. There had been a buzz between them on the night but the discovery the boy was a vanilla virgin had dampened his enthusiasm. Although, the idea of being the man’s first lover had an appeal he’d left him untouched and found some hot down and dirty action with a house sub. He smiled at Aiden. “His name is Joel Moon.”

“So, did you get it on with him after I left the other night?”

“Nah, he’s a sweet boy but I think he may have fame blindness.” Reef sighed. “He gave me that dreamy look all through dinner; you know the one. The pup has a crush on my image and that means eventually he’ll wake up and smell the coffee. To be honest, I didn’t want to hurt him.” He sighed. “But I wanted him and you should give me points for not taking him home for the weekend. Man the idea of training a pup has been my fantasy for years.”

“You’re crazy.” Aiden frowned. “He likes you but I’m sure he understands the implications of being in Floggers. Rio gives all the new guys the third degree before he allows them to join- he sure did with me.” He shrugged. “You like him and yet you’d give him to another Dom when your reputation in scenes is legendary. Give the pup a break.”

 I’m a fool. The boy is delicious and if I take it real slow . . . hmm he is certainly worth the effort. His cock saluted in appreciation of the thought of a night of ultimate bliss that may well lead to more. Reef laughed and slapped Aiden on the back. “That’s nice but look at him, he’s a fan and you know very well, I’m not the guy I portray on stage. But if you think I should do the right thing, I’ll bring him to the party.” He turned to Jimmy, his bodyguard. “The guy in the yellow shirt, he’s a friend. Get him in the limo will you?”

“Yes sir.” The bodyguard gave a curt nod. “I’ll instruct security.”

“Will Conner and Logan be coming to the party?” Reef rolled his shoulders and shoved at a large man standing in front of him. Overzealous bodyguards, stinking of body odor had become par for the course of late.  He rolled his eyes at Aiden. “I hope so, because if I have to spend another minute watching Alec and Raoul climbing over each other I’m gonna blow a gasket.”

“Conner’s playing a gig tonight but they’ll drop by later.” Aiden pushed the hair from his face. “I wish I had at least one of them here, I’m in desperate need of some discipline, not to mention a night of hard lovin’” He took a step back. “Don’t look at me like I’m your next meal. You have a pup looking for an owner within reach and Rio available if Joel doesn’t work out.” He jerked his chin toward the crowd waiting outside the building.

Reef wet his lips. “I have to admit having a boy close all the time has its benefits. Raoul drives me insane too but Alec has a satisfied expression twenty-four-seven. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him this crazy over a sub.”

“It will be our bad luck if he marries him. The man hates me with a passion and I have no idea why. It’s not as if I’m trying to catch Alec’s eye—I have my own Doms but that bitch is convinced the second I’m alone with his man I’m gonna drop my pants.” Aiden rubbed his chin. “I’m dreading the next tour if he’s coming . . . unless I can bring my guys but I guess that’s out of the question. Logan always goes on tour with Connor.”

Reef laid an arm over Aiden’s shoulder. “The next tour is Rock in the Park, and there’s every chance Hard Trash will be on the ticket.  You should suggest the gig to Connor, I’m sure he’ll make it happen.” He squeezed his friend’s shoulder. “I’m guessing both of them are missing you too.” He chuckled. “But next time you ask me to take nudie shots of you for their enjoyment, I’m refusing. Nash is the guy for that job. He has a full time man. Me, I’m just dangerous around naked, hard, subs period.” He sniffed Aiden’s neck. “And you smell good enough to eat.”

Two white limos drew up the curb. A security guard moved to the barricade took Joel by the arm and led him away.  Reef smiled. In the rush to the car, no one would notice the guard slipping Joel into the limo.  He heard a roar and turned to see Alec with one arm wrapped around his boy waving to the crowd. Beside him Seth, the drummer stood with his hands buried in his pockets, his face set in stone. Reef sighed. Seth needed a man; he was a nice guy but had trust issues. Fuck, the man hated crowds and the moment the band shot to stardom he’d become withdrawn.  I’ll have to find you a Master one of these days. Someone to give you what you need.

 He smiled. Cold Heat consisted of subs, Doms, and amazing musicians. They’d never hidden the fact they were gay but had kept their private lives private. Although, Seth hadn’t taken the plunge. He was sub material but insisted he’d not found the right man to Master him.

“Okay the car is in position. Are you ready to move out?” One of the bodyguards met Reef’s gaze.

“Yeah let’s do it.”  The doors swung open and he stepped out into the cool night air.

Copyright H.C.Brown 2013

New Release: Two Doms:One Pup Hot- New M/M/M BDSM by H.C. Brown

                      

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Joel Moon’s sightseeing days in Club Floggers as an inexperienced pup, come to an abrupt end when he  discovers he'd signed two contracts for the same night with rock star Reef Anderson, and the club’s owner Rio Knight; two  delicious edge playing Doms.

Excerpt:

Reef Anderson moved to the stage door of the venue surrounded by a wall of bodyguards. His band’s latest hit thumped through the auditorium. The Cold Heat fans had expected his rapid exit from the building and had congregated on the sidewalk. Reef adjusted his balls to fit better inside his skintight black jeans. He had sex on his mind. The need to touch damp flesh and inhale the scent of aroused man and leather had become an obsession. His cock ached to be buried deep inside a squirming sub’s tight little well blushed ass. He needed to be in Floggers and have a smorgasbord of fine house subs to choose from but he’d promised Aiden he’d go to a party and his friend had hired the entire top floor of a hotel. With any luck, he’d be able to get away in a couple of hours to find some ass.  He turned to wait for Aiden, the bass player, to catch up. He grinned at his friend. “Are you heading down to Floggers later or will your Doms be anxious after not getting any action for two weeks.”

Aiden’s full mouth curled in a smile. “I’m horny so I hope we’ll do both. You’ll be set. I’ve invited Rio and there are plenty of bedrooms available.”

Reef chuckled. His nights of hot sex with Rio away from their roles as Doms in Club Floggers was a distraction— a very nice distraction. He cared for Rio and their torrid sex affair had surprised many people. Two tough guys getting it on. Hell, he never had to worry about hurting Rio; the man wanted him hard and heavy. The problem with a relationship with Rio meant it had to be outside the club. Inside Floggers, their Dom personas took over.  Neither would switch play and both preferred twinks to dominate. He raised both brows. “I’m hungry for ass and Rio will do just fine. I do appreciate that you thought about me and invited him.” He glanced into the crowd.

“That’s what friends are for.” The blond sub pulled on Reef’s leather vest to get his attention. “Hey, look at the guy in the yellow shirt by the cop on the barricade, isn’t that the pup we had dinner with at Floggers? What was his name?”

Reef’s attention slid over the slim young man with the amazing aquamarine eyes. There had been a buzz between them on the night but the discovery the boy was a vanilla virgin had dampened his enthusiasm. Although, the idea of being the man’s first lover had an appeal he’d left him untouched and found some hot down and dirty action with a house sub. He smiled at Aiden. “His name is Joel Moon.”

“So, did you get it on with him after I left the other night?”

“Nah, he’s a sweet boy but I think he may have fame blindness.” Reef sighed. “He gave me that dreamy look all through dinner; you know the one. The pup has a crush on my image and that means eventually he’ll wake up and smell the coffee. To be honest, I didn’t want to hurt him.” He sighed. “But I wanted him and you should give me points for not taking him home for the weekend. Man the idea of training a pup has been my fantasy for years.”

“You’re crazy.” Aiden frowned. “He likes you but I’m sure he understands the implications of being in Floggers. Rio gives all the new guys the third degree before he allows them to join- he sure did with me.” He shrugged. “You like him and yet you’d give him to another Dom when your reputation in scenes is legendary. Give the pup a break.”

 I’m a fool. The boy is delicious and if I take it real slow . . . hmm he is certainly worth the effort. His cock saluted in appreciation of the thought of a night of ultimate bliss that may well lead to more. Reef laughed and slapped Aiden on the back. “That’s nice but look at him, he’s a fan and you know very well, I’m not the guy I portray on stage. But if you think I should do the right thing, I’ll bring him to the party.” He turned to Jimmy, his bodyguard. “The guy in the yellow shirt, he’s a friend. Get him in the limo will you?”

“Yes sir.” The bodyguard gave a curt nod. “I’ll instruct security.”

“Will Conner and Logan be coming to the party?” Reef rolled his shoulders and shoved at a large man standing in front of him. Overzealous bodyguards, stinking of body odor had become par for the course of late.  He rolled his eyes at Aiden. “I hope so, because if I have to spend another minute watching Alec and Raoul climbing over each other I’m gonna blow a gasket.”

“Conner’s playing a gig tonight but they’ll drop by later.” Aiden pushed the hair from his face. “I wish I had at least one of them here, I’m in desperate need of some discipline, not to mention a night of hard lovin’” He took a step back. “Don’t look at me like I’m your next meal. You have a pup looking for an owner within reach and Rio available if Joel doesn’t work out.” He jerked his chin toward the crowd waiting outside the building.

Reef wet his lips. “I have to admit having a boy close all the time has its benefits. Raoul drives me insane too but Alec has a satisfied expression twenty-four-seven. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him this crazy over a sub.”

“It will be our bad luck if he marries him. The man hates me with a passion and I have no idea why. It’s not as if I’m trying to catch Alec’s eye—I have my own Doms but that bitch is convinced the second I’m alone with his man I’m gonna drop my pants.” Aiden rubbed his chin. “I’m dreading the next tour if he’s coming . . . unless I can bring my guys but I guess that’s out of the question. Logan always goes on tour with Connor.”

Reef laid an arm over Aiden’s shoulder. “The next tour is Rock in the Park, and there’s every chance Hard Trash will be on the ticket.  You should suggest the gig to Connor, I’m sure he’ll make it happen.” He squeezed his friend’s shoulder. “I’m guessing both of them are missing you too.” He chuckled. “But next time you ask me to take nudie shots of you for their enjoyment, I’m refusing. Nash is the guy for that job. He has a full time man. Me, I’m just dangerous around naked, hard, subs period.” He sniffed Aiden’s neck. “And you smell good enough to eat.”

Two white limos drew up the curb. A security guard moved to the barricade took Joel by the arm and led him away.  Reef smiled. In the rush to the car, no one would notice the guard slipping Joel into the limo.  He heard a roar and turned to see Alec with one arm wrapped around his boy waving to the crowd. Beside him Seth, the drummer stood with his hands buried in his pockets, his face set in stone. Reef sighed. Seth needed a man; he was a nice guy but had trust issues. Fuck, the man hated crowds and the moment the band shot to stardom he’d become withdrawn.  I’ll have to find you a Master one of these days. Someone to give you what you need.

 He smiled. Cold Heat consisted of subs, Doms, and amazing musicians. They’d never hidden the fact they were gay but had kept their private lives private. Although, Seth hadn’t taken the plunge. He was sub material but insisted he’d not found the right man to Master him.

“Okay the car is in position. Are you ready to move out?” One of the bodyguards met Reef’s gaze.

“Yeah let’s do it.”  The doors swung open and he stepped out into the cool night air.

Copyright H.C.Brown 2013

In the Hot Seat with H.C. Brown today is author, Annie Oakfield

Great to have you on the sofa. Here is Annie's bio :             

 Annie is a 25 year-old writer from the north of England. She dreams up erotic stories at work and scribbles them down at night in an apartment she shares with a tabby cat. Mostly shorts stories, she’s thrilled now that her second novella, ‘The Bucket List 2 – Caught’ is about to be released by Steam eReads.

Q:  Can you tell my readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?

It’s almost exclusively erotica these days. I started off ghost writing romances, but they had an edge that seemed to please my clients and they encouraged me to write steamier stuff. I’d always had a ‘fruity’ imagination and used to write naughty (if inaccurate) tales for my school friends to giggle over. Steam eReads contracted me to write ‘The Bucket List’ last year and I’m already working on the fourth story in the series.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?

Oh, my Muse gets to do what she wants. I’ll go for weeks without an idea and then she’ll return from her Walkabout, dump her back and shake the mud from her shoes before grabbing my ear and saying ‘Right, this is the next idea…and the one after that, too!” I mean, ew! She could at least shower first.

 H.C. I think that's what a pantser Muse does, throws ten stories at once then goes on holiday for three weeks.

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?

An outline? I’m not that organised. No, I’ll jot down a few ideas, maybe even a paragraph on how the story will begin, but after that I’m a complete ‘Pantser’. I show the characters into the room, tell them what will probably happen to them and then I step back. Stream of consciousness takes over and the entire story can flow from my fingers within a couple of days (I DO have a day job, otherwise I’d be able to finish the entire novella in one go). The Bucket List 3 – ‘Flames of Passion’ for instance, was written in about twelve hours on a rainy weekend.

H.C. I'm a pantser too. I love the freedom of writing without a net :-)

Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?

Loyalty, humour, restraint and (I hope) a healthy dose of ‘feet on the ground’. I wouldn’t ask my characters to do anything that I wouldn’t do in their situation. That’s not to say that they don’t find themselves in some odd scenarios, but they’re not Action Heroes – just fun lovin’ girls. 

Q. Coffee or tea? Coffee, please. But it’s got to have a biscuit (please).

Q. Beach or countryside? Oh, that’s not fair! Please don’t make me choose! I love the beach because it’s wide open, usually breezy and often cold (I live in the north of England, remember?). But the countryside is like a peaceful blanket that I can wrap myself up in. If there’s been a frost, I feel particularly peaceful. Okay then… beach in the summer, countryside in the winter. Can I do that?

HC. Yes, of course you can. I would agree but it's hot all year round where I live.

Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places? 

*Laughs*  Two of my three completed Bucket List stories have been set in the same house. What? It’s a very big house, okay? The other was in a bed shop. *Hold up a hand* No, you’ll have to read the book to find out why. 

*Ponders for a moment* Some of my short stories were set in the countryside and one was on a beach, so I guess I write about places that bring me comfort – even if my characters have a weird time.

Q: Where do you get your inspiration? 

The oddest places. Most comes from inside my head, but occasionally, a passage in a book or a magazine to start the thought process rolling. The second Bucket list story…it’s in a bed shop, right? I was driving to work and a news article on the radio was about a bed shop closing down. The idea hit me in a flash. Sex in a bed shop! *Grins – then blushes*

 H.C. No blushing allowed LOL.

Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.

 Give up my day job? *chuckles* I guess everyone says that. No, if I wasn’t out and about, I wouldn’t get the inspiration to write – and I need that. That radio article, for instance. The radio is never on at home because I couldn’t concentrate on writing if someone else’s music choice was playing. Maybe I would change the weather – or move to somewhere warmer.

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?

A lot or writers say ‘don’t take it personally.’ But why the hell shouldn’t you?  A lot of thought and effort has gone into writing and it’s been dismissed. I’m sure car designers fume when some hack says that their car resembles ‘a squinting haddock’ (early Ford Fiesta) or ‘has as much aerodynamic charm as a sub-post office.’ So I say, get angry, fume and pace, drink some wine and wonder if you should give up writing. The next day, you’ll feel much better, decide that the agents or critics are really looking after (or up, depending on your anger level) their own backsides… and then move on. Leave it behind you. That was yesterday. Get on with writing your next magnificent manuscript. Oh, and have a little more wine if it makes you feel better.

H.C. I don't get many, thank God but when I do send it  to somewhere else preferably a publisher who appreciates my style. * Grins* Honestly, no good fretting over a  rejection,  we can't change a person's taste can we? What really makes me smile is when that rejected story makes the bestsellers lists.

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?

I love all the supernatural romance that around at the moment, so I have a bedroom full of Alyson Noel, Becca Fitzpatrick, Rachel Caine and Kelly Armstrong. Oh, and I adored Richelle Mead’s Succubus series. To be Georgina Kincade… *sighs*

Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?

I prefer to finish one story at a time and either send it off or have it ‘resting’ in a virtual drawer until it’s ready for a final read-through. I will pen a couple of short stories in between novellas, but until I receive the final edited copy, that story will stay alive and very real in my head.

Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?

Yes, my Muse often goes on Walkabout. I don’t know if she prefers the beach or the countryside, but she can be gone for weeks, leaving me with nothing but my own life experiences to draw upon for inspiration. I can get very lonely during those times.

HC. I'm convinced my Muse is a guy, so he's probably gone Walkabout with yours, they do that a lot in Australia .

Q. What motivates you to write?

My head seems to fill with clutter very quickly.  To me, writing is a way of purging that clutter.  Once the ideas are typing out or written down, my mind is calmer and I can think more clearly. Plus, I get a blast out of thinking up new stories and (nowadays) meeting other writers, both  up-and-coming and experienced.

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?

If you’re not already committed to writing the novel of your dreams, try writing short stories, or novella-length (about 15,000 words) maximum. That way, you can try a variety of subjects without committing too much time to each one. A novel is a huge undertaking (I might actually try it one day) and is more difficult to sell. Join a contracting site (I began on oDesk) and list the subjects you can best write about. Create a small sample that proves you can write well. I am so busy writing, I have to turn down work because I love working with Steam eReads and I want to concentrate turning out good quality novellas for them. But if you have more time and are a prolific writer, then the opportunities are out there. And above all, keep writing – as much as you can! 

H.C. That's great advice.

Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases? The second Bucket List story is due for release this month, with a third for October and even a Christmas special in December.

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? This is the second ‘Bucket List’ story and Amber is up to her tricks again, luring her BFF Lucy into another sexual escapade. I’ve explored the edge of the BDSM scene in this story, which can get a little bit rough. The girls find that control has been taken out of their hands this time. Amber is no longer calling the shots. My first story has been described as fun and sexy, so I hope I’ve been able to maintain some of that this time around.

Blurb: When drunken BFFs Lucy and Amber scribble down their list of ten erotic things to do before they die – their bucket list – quiet, reserved Lucy never suspects that her wildcat friend has plans to bring more of their craziest sexual fantasies to life.

Amber has called Lucy to a department store on the other side of town on a dark Friday evening.  But why?  What was so important that Lucy had to race through the evening traffic to meet her?

“Happy Number Four, Honey!”

Excerpt: Amber slipped the jacket from my shoulders.  I pushed myself up onto my knees and shrugged it off, laying it on the floor next to the bed.  She opened her jacket and I helped her out of it.  Her breasts thrust upwards at me and I was sorely tempted to take them in my hands right then.  But what was the hurry?  I wanted more of her soft, sweet kisses first.  I tried to straddle her outstretched legs, but the damn skirt restricted my knees.  So I hitched my skirt up my thighs until I could part my legs comfortably, placing my knees either side of Amber’s.  Only then did I lower myself onto her.  I gazed into her dark eyes as she guided errant strands of blonde hair behind my ears.  My lips ached for hers. 

But as I bent closer, ready for a long, lingering kiss, her beautiful eyes widened in horror.  She was staring at something behind me.  I wasn’t sure if I dared to look.

“What is it?” I hissed.

“I’m sorry,” Amber whispered hoarsely.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Well, there’s something you don’t see every day,” a male voice said from somewhere behind me.

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Author’s links:

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https://www.amazon.com/author/annieoakfield

@annieoakfield

What are your ten obsessions?

Mine are:

1. My man
2 Writing
3.The beach
3. Reading Historical Romance
4.Audio books
5.The Vampire Diaries
6. Lollipops
7.Wrinkles
8.Ancient Aliens
9.Coffee
10.Spending money.

What about you :-)

Broadbeach  Queensland Australia  mid winter.....my beach.

I'm writing a historical M/F Romance :-)

Today I started a new chapter of my life. I've decided to write a M/F  historical romance and  hopefully have it published under my  pen name.

I love writing M/M romance and BDSM but sometimes I need to write other genres too.

I've began my research into Scottish Clans  in the 18C . Then I'm moving onto English and French Society. My  characters will travel to many different countries.  I love Scottish Highlanders, pirates, and highwaymen, so these stories will feature these characters.

I enjoy reading historical romance  so I'm really looking forward to writing this story.

Do I have a title?

Not yet but you'll be the first to know :-)

HC

I've left Noble Romance

 Just to let my readers know, that last week  I left Noble Romance with my publishing rights.

I am taking the time to refresh my 21 titles  and bring them up to date.

So I hope the Pride Brother menage and more stories will be back on the shelves soon and all the M/M stories you  made best sellers for me.

 Many thanks to the publishers who have shown interest in my books. I'll be submitting some updated versions over the next few weeks but there are a lot of books :-)

H.C. Brown

Dance to the Wolf pre-release discount price at Total E Bound, buy now read now.

This is a beautiful story about love surviving under extreme conditions. Each story in this series is a standalone.

 Get to know the charming characters in a new pride of cat shifters from the talented pen of bestselling author H.C. Brown.

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Book One in the Tull Pride series.

Sold as a pleasure slave to a werewolf, Eton’s survival depends on the love of Raz. Can the tiger shifter rescue him before certain death on the full moon?

In love with a slave from another realm, the Tull Alpha, Raz, plans to free Eton and take him for his lover. However, politics cause a delay and Raz arrives late at the auction to find Eton’s master has sold the handsome young man as a pleasure slave.

Six months later, Raz discovers Eton dancing to entice customers in the infamous Den of Depravity at Tennabolt Gate. The knowledge that the Beast of Darktrees, has bought Eton for his own form of wickedness throws Raz into an impossible position. To rescue his young man means war between the shifters and the werewolves. He must regain Eton’s affection because his love is all the slave has to sustain him in the hands of the Lycaon.

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Excerpt From: Dance to the Wolf

Zulka City—Land of the Five Gates

"Have you lost your wits?" Ransom glared at his brother. "You are the Alpha. What in heaven’s name are you doing sniffing around a slave boy in Zulka City?" He gave Raz an appraising look. "And why are you dressed in rags? Have you no shame?"

Anger stirred Raz’s inner cat. He pushed the albino tiger back into the dark recesses of his mind and turned to face his brother. "I’m in love."

"No. You’re in lust. You can’t have this slave’s ass, so you’ll hang around him until he comes up for auction even though owning a slave is against our laws." Ransom pushed the hair off his sweat-soaked face. "Come home. You’ve important matters to attend to." He sighed. "In any case, this slave cannot be your mate. He’s not a shifter." He grasped Raz’s arm. "This love you speak of is a passing fancy."

Raz wrenched his arm away. "You’re correct, brother. I am the Alpha and I will make the decision on who to love or not." He bared his fangs at Ransom. "And I don’t require you to inform me of my duty to our pride or our laws. Leave me now. I’ll return home in a couple of hours."

"Don’t come growling to me if the sexy little slave steals your purse." Ransom turned on his heel and strode with purpose into the crowded city streets.

The market square sizzled below the blinding summer sun. Heat shimmers rose above the flagstones and reminded Raz of the distortion of air around shifters at the point of morphing. He stepped under the canvas awning attached to the rear door of the tavern, and leant back in the shadows. The dry coolness from the brick wall seeped through his buckskin jerkin. He peered down the dusty street, searching the crowd. People moved around the multitude of stalls in a noisy throng. The free citizens dressed in brightly coloured garments stood out against the slaves in homespun brown and indigo.

A fat man with limp greasy hair stood a few paces from him holding a bunch of squawking chickens by the legs. Raz wrinkled his nose. His heightened senses had overloaded with the stench of unwashed bodies, fish and animals. Another variety of scents wafted on the breeze to confuse him, in a combination of fragrant flowers and the aromas of the stalls offering food delicacies.

Anticipation fluttered Raz’s stomach. In the distance, Eton pushed through the crowd, a basket over one arm and his long golden hair, prominent amongst the dark-haired masses. The slave made his way toward him. Raz smiled at the sight of the delicious young man he loved beyond reason.

Warmth curled around his heart. A long purr escaped his lips. The slave’s perfection in male beauty made him weak in the knees. His young man’s kisses had become desperately passionate of late. Of course, he wanted Eton as his lover. Raz’s cock grew hard at the thought of bedding his delicious friend. One more day and he will be mine. The connection between them had grown into something special. Raz counted each hour between their brief interludes.

Gods, he had fallen in love with a slave. A free man and the Alpha of the Tull Pride, he moved around the realms of the Five Gates unchallenged. He chewed on his bottom lip. Each time they met, his presence put Eton in danger.

He understood the law. In Zulka City, for a slave to consort with a free man without his master’s consent brought instant death. Raz ground his teeth. He hated the clandestine meetings with his friend and the constant arguments with his brother over his relationship. In truth, all affairs of his pride fell into insignificance at the thought of Eton. He could not get enough of Eton. He craved the taste of his lips and the delicious flavour of his love’s innocence.

Eton’s master planned to auction him on the breaking dawn. As a virgin, he was a valuable asset to the pleasure market. He had the fine bones of a female. His skin, oiled daily, was soft to the touch. His handsome features and almond-shaped emerald eyes had caught Raz’s attention more than six months ago. To find such a jewel in a filthy marketplace had astounded him.

Two days had passed since Eton had clung to him sobbing with the news that his master planned to sell him. Delighted at the chance to purchase Eton and set him free, Raz had calmed his young man. He smiled to himself. Soon, they would leave this place and go to his home in Dragonspawn Gate. Thank the gods, his realm’s laws prevented slavery. For once Eton could live in peace, far from the constant harassment of the Slave Masters.

Ten paces away, Eton tossed his long golden hair over one shoulder and moved into the shadows alongside the buildings. A man jostled the young slave. Raz’s tiger rose to the surface, roaring with jealousy. Raz curled his hands, and needle sharp claws broke through his fingertips. The cat rippled beneath his skin. A soft whine spilled into his head.

"You must bond with Eton soon before he is lost to us. He may be small, but he is well past his majority."

Raz pushed down the cat’s need to emerge. Morphing in a busy marketplace would reveal his identity. "I crave to be with him, but Eton’s scent doesn’t lure me as a mate should. I’m not sure if he belongs to me, cat. Perhaps, he is slow to maturity because of his size. In time, we will know the truth."

The slave moved gracefully towards him. His narrow sexy hips swayed with each delightful step. Raz held out a hand. "Eton." He pulled his love against him. His cat roared with pleasure. Raz inhaled the man’s fragrance and sighed. "I’ve missed you."

The urgent need to kiss Eton overwhelmed him. He pushed open the back door to the tavern and drew him inside.

"I’ve missed you too." Eton followed Raz into a small room. "I don’t have too long. I must return to my master within the hour." He rubbed a hand down Raz’s back.

With a moan, Raz cupped Eton’s chin and lowered his head to capture his soft mouth. Eton curled his long fingers in his tunic. He parted his warm lips and explored the contours of Raz’s smile with his inquisitive tongue. With a long purr, Raz deepened the kiss. The slave moaned, and returned his embrace with passion.

Raz used his tongue to stroke every crevice, marvelling at the young man’s delicious flavour. He brushed Eton’s fangs with his lips, so like his own and yet many of the species of humanoid in the realms had fangs. If only this delightful man had been cat, his brother could have had no objection to them being together. He gripped Eton’s muscular buttocks and squeezed. Eton mewed against his lips and pressed his hard shaft into Raz’s thigh. So innocent and yet so demanding, his sweet man would have to wait a little longer for the joy of his lovemaking.

He dragged his mouth away and gazed down into Eton’s hooded green eyes. "You know how much I want you, but a kiss is all I can offer until tomorrow." He smiled. "It’s only one more night. Know that I love you and we’ll be leaving this place for good soon."

Copyright H.C. Brown2013

In The Hot Seat With H.C.: Robert Fanshaw

Joining me in the Hot Seat today is author,   Robert Fanshaw  

            

Bio:I am a barrister specialising in commercial law. I used to write articles for journals and magazines, then I started a blog when Caroline was away on business trips. She is a senior executive in a big company. The blog became the on-going story of the dilemma faced by many working couples today - how to balance the competing demands of work, marriage, and supporting a football team. Caroline and I are in our mid-thirties and live in Surrey, England.

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?

Writing is more important to me than my job. You could say I am on a journey which started firmly in non-fiction and is moving through memoire and into fiction. Most of what I write now is based on what Caroline tells me, but there are elements of fiction when she refuses to go into details and I have to fill in the blanks.

I write for fun and my aim is to entertain the reader. The characters Caroline meets, the events they precipitate, how she and others react are fascinating to me and I try to pass that on. What happens to Caroline takes me in and out of different genres, but steamy romantic comedy might sum it up.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?

I am an opportunistic writer. If have to take instructions from a client in Edinburgh I think, great, three hours writing on the train. Lawyers are meant to try and resolve things before they get to court, but I love it when the parties can’t agree because loads of time is wasted in court. Barristers have a little room, I tap away on the computer, and everyone thinks I am working. And then of course there are Caroline’s business trips – a lot of Shameless Ambition is set in Frankfurt, Germany – and that gives me time to write in the evenings and weekends.

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?

The outline is in my mind once Caroline has told me what’s been going on. I assemble all the evidence – the phone calls, videos, photographs – and work it up like I would a complex case. Lawyers are trained in making a convincing story out of the available evidence, and that is what I do. Even when working from life, there are many surprises. When you look into things closely, you discover things about people you didn’t suspect.

Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?

On the one hand they are just normal people trying to make sense of a crazy world. On the other hand, life is a struggle and everyone’s a hero, aren’t they? Unless they do something really bad, of course.

Q. Coffee or tea?

The courts and legal profession in the UK run on tea, but I need strong coffee in the morning.

Q. Beach or countryside?

Beach please, white sand, no flies, bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, sunset. You get the picture.

Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?

Both. What starts as a domestic drama ends up travelling all over the world. Monsaint, the medical instruments company that Caroline works for, is an expanding multi-national. She had to go to Brazil recently because they are trying to break into South America. What a place that is!

Q: Where do you get your inspiration?

Life and newspapers. Sometimes I think, this is outrageous, no one will believe this, then I read something far worse in the newspaper.

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?

My daily advice to myself and to other writers I meet, especially aspiring authors, is Banish all Doubt. Repeat several times if necessary. You have just got to believe in what you are writing and stick with it. Doubt undermines the creative process. Great books have been turned down.

Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?

There was a time, not so long ago, when I worked on one project at a time. What a blissful state of innocence that was!

Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?

When the muse is away on holiday she keeps in touch with texts and photos. When I go on holiday, the muse always comes with me. She won’t let me go by myself.

Q. What motivates you to write?

Stories have to be told and writing them down becomes an obsession. I just want to keep getting better at doing it.

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?

This is a very relevant question because there is a window of opportunity right now for unpublished authors. The traditional publishers are starting new electronic imprints every couple of months and new publishers, like Steam eReads who published my book, have opened up the publishing world.

The advice I would give, based on talking to other authors, is write with freedom, write what you love to write, and don’t be frightened to submit the results once you’re happy with the finished work. There is room for work that doesn’t fit neatly in one genre. I hope.

Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?

There are further titles in the Shameless pipeline which I hope will see the light of day once Caroline has agreed to let the story be told to a wider public.

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel?

Blurb:

High-flying executive Caroline and barrister Robert have been married for three years, and the demands of work have left little time for their relationship. Caroline is angling for a promotion, which will mean spending more time away in Germany. On a management development course in Spain, Caroline is tempted into indiscretions with some of her colleagues, a fact that is noticed by course leader and former chief executive Melody Bigger.

Melody sees in Caroline aspects of her younger self and a barely suppressed exhibitionism. She draws Caroline into a plot to put pressure on Von Wolfswinkle, the German delegate to the European Central Bank. His opposition to Eurobonds is causing hardship across southern Europe, and Caroline is inveigled into a peculiar relationship with Von Wolfswinkle based on his voyeurism and her exhibitionism. Melody wants Caroline to influence the banker’s recommendations to the forthcoming European economic summit.

As Caroline is drawn into a seedy world of private parties for bankers and politicians, she soon realises she has damaged her reputation and her marriage. How will she ever be able to face her colleagues and her husband again?

Excerpt: From Shameless Ambition by Robert Fanshaw

Caroline’s best friend at work, Antonia, wants Robert to help her try out bondage for the first time…

“Look, sorry, I’m not looking for a new relationship. Caroline and me…”

“No, of course not. I’m not either, definitely not. I don’t want you to have sex with me. I just want you to tie me up, touch me a bit, perhaps try some of the equipment, and let me imagine what might happen.” She walked into the small bedroom and came out with a large brown cardboard box. “Here, this is what I’ve got. It’s a beginner’s set.”

Robert opened the box and took out the contents, piece by piece. Handcuffs. Foot restraints. A studded collar and lead. A blindfold. A leather paddle and a flail. And enough rope to abseil down the side of the building.

“What are these?” he asked.

“Nipple clamps. They’re the only thing I’ve tried. They’re magnetic.”

“Ouch!”

“No, much less ouch than pegs.”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“Yes, and I want the lights on and the blinds open. Nobody can see, we’re too high up. Well, someone on the London Eye with binoculars perhaps, but it’s the idea that someone might be…”

“Well I can see what you have in mind. But what if you decide you don’t like it?”

“I’ll tell you to stop.”

“But how will I know you really mean stop? If I use the flail of course you’ll tell me to stop.”

“Ah. I’ve read about that. We will have a password which really means stop.” Antonia started to giggle. “I already know the secret code word. It’s Bluebell.”

Robert used the voice he had developed to deal with a client who had a hopeless case. “I don’t think I’m the right person to… spank you. It’s not something I’ve got a lot of experience of. You need a specialist. Isn’t there someone else you could ask?”

“I already have. I asked this man at work – Clive who was in Spain on the course last week.”

“What did he say?”

“He said it would ruin our working relationship.”

“I rest my case.”

“But we don’t have a working relationship. We don’t have any relationship. You’re just the husband of a work colleague.” She put on the face of a sulky schoolgirl. “I shouldn’t be disappointed. Caroline said you were boring.”

Robert opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. She could see that she had scored a direct hit. She just needed to wait and his objections would sink below the waterline without a trace. The room was almost dark. Antonia was the first to break the long, tense silence.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Do you have any Red Bull?”

Buy Link:

http://steamereads.com.au/product/shameless-ambition/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Shameless-Ambition-ebook/dp/B00CL9G746/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367446941&sr=8-1&keywords=shameless+ambition

Author’s links:

http://fanshawrobert.blogspot.co.uk/

http://www.mywifecaroline.com/

Hot New Release from H.C. Brown & Keva D: Dear K : Read the AO excerpt.

Buy link


  I am very excited about this new release and the first of ours from Steam eReads which if you don't know is a super author friendly publisher in Australia.

I have great fun writing this story with KevaD AKA David Kentner. It is a little dark in places, exciting, and  super hot, melt the eReader sexy. So I do hope you all enjoy sliding into the sex fantasy world of Dear K.
H.C. Brown.

Blurb

Three stories in one.

DEAR K: We make fantasies reality.

Lynda joins the Dear K web site for a little private pleasure and Internet experimentation in BDSM. But the shy woman’s game play draws the interest of the Dom, Shayd. One night Lynda’s phone rings, and the delicious voice on the other end commands her desires into a world she never imagined could leave her breathlessly asking for more.

Danielle’s perfect suburban life with the perfect husband and perfect home is a fraud. Her husband is a lying, cheating asshole who has destroyed their marriage, leaving her longing for a memory that never was – the school crush that never happened. Now, K has located the memory turned fantasy and is about to drop him in the middle of Danielle’s wildest dreams.

Brianne’s married lover leaves her beaten and barely alive. Then a stranger kidnaps her to the life he lives behind the letter K. K isn’t “normal,” or at least what Brianne thought the word meant. Still, the dangerous and way too handsome K promises her revenge on the man who stole her ability to trust. And all she has to do is handcuff herself to a chain suspended from the ceiling. Yeah. Right….

Excerpt:

Lynda swallowed her drink and placed the glass on the bar. “Yes, Master.”

 She gripped his long fingers and the warmth of his hand comforted her racing heart. Tingles of anticipation excited her nerve endings. Sweat slicked down her back. She glanced around the dimly lit room. The club had a musky smell of aftershave and leather mingled with stale alcohol and some kind of exotic floral fragrance she hadn’t encountered before. Rock music thudded out of speakers high above a polished wooden dance floor. The area flashed under ever-changing hues of colour. Laser beams zapped intermittently in shifting shapes over the dancers’ heads. She let her gaze travel over the scantily clad couples moving with liquid grace to the tribal beat.  A Dom walked by with a squeak of leather pants leading a woman on all fours. The sub followed in silent obedience, her pendulous naked breasts swaying, long hair covering her face. Lynda stared after the sub and swallowed hard. The woman wore a thin, leather G-string cutting deep into her glowing buttocks.

 “Does that turn you on?” Shayd led her into an old-fashioned phone booth and out the other side toward a darkened hallway, two steps in elevation.

“Cute. They get that from a movie set?”

 “How about answering my question. Or do you need to be punished already?”

 Lynda chomped hard on her bottom lip to prevent the tremble. Had she made a mistake coming here? The place had all the characteristics of an orgy about to explode into a mind shattering orgasm. She stumbled on the dark steps. Shayd slipped his muscular arm around her waist and pulled her against his hard body. The contact of his searing flesh sent ripples of desire surging into her pussy. Her nipples tingled and grazed against the silk of her shirt.

The thought of his mouth easing the need in the throbbing peaks made her legs weak. She fought for words. “No, it makes me a little nervous. I couldn’t do that… be led around in public practically naked.”

 “I wouldn’t want to display you like that either. I don’t like humiliating women.” He grinned. “But if you want to lick my leathers, well, that’s a big turn on for me.”

 Lynda stared into his deep blue eyes. “This isn’t what I expected. You’re being so nice. Respectful. I thought you’d be rude, slap my face and order me around a lot.”

Shayd cupped his warm fingers under her chin. “Is that what you want from me?” He bent to take her lips in a scorching kiss. He lifted his head and his sultry eyes met hers. “I can give you whatever you need, babe.” He pulled her against the hard length of him and made love to her with is hot, sexy mouth.

 Off balance, Lynda inhaled the heavy, wild scent of him. He plundered her mouth and she met his probing tongue in an erotic dance. Dizzy, she melted into his embrace. His demanding kiss and the slow grind of his hips against her mound drove her crazy with need. She wanted to sink her fingers in his hair and never let him go. Her back hit the wall and cold seeped through her shirt.  Shayd lifted his head and raised one dark eyebrow. His eyes sparkled with mischief. He licked a wet path across her chin.

“You’re a wild one. Come into my… ah… office, while I get changed.” He moved down the hall and flung open a door.

 Into his office? Now? So aroused her knees trembled, she clung to him and moved inside the small plasterboard room. The scent of leather and Shayd’s spicy aftershave wafted over her. Her mouth fell open in amazement. BDSM paraphernalia littered every spare inch of one wall. Assorted leather outfits draped another.

 “Take a seat. My client likes his Dom in latex, so I wear a suit.” Shayd stripped off his clothes. “I’m gonna tie you to a chair so you can watch me discipline BBB. Then I’m going to put you over my knee, slide that skirt up over your ass, and spank you for not answering me when I’ve asked you a question.” He glanced down at her exposed thighs. “Open your legs and show me your pussy.”

She lowered her lashes, submissive, compliant, the way he wanted her to be. Her lips throbbed from his intimate kiss. Right now she would walk on hot coals to have him kiss her like that again. She opened her thighs to his intent gaze. Cool air bathed her hot wet pussy. “Yes, Master.”

 “Good girl. Hmm, you look so pretty and wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Lynda followed the downward slide of the zipper of Shayd’s black leather pants. She licked her bottom lip, mesmerized at the tantalizing peek of hairless tattooed flesh revealed. Shayd gave her a slow smile and slid the pants down his legs. Heart thundering, Lynda’s attention flew to his groin. The thick semi erect length twitched and she lifted her chin to meet his amused expression. Heat flooded her cheeks. She dropped her gaze to the floor. Damn, this man embarrassed her on so many levels. A black T-shirt dropped at her feet.
 “Look at me.”

 Lynda raised her head. Oh. My. God. Shayd stood before her in all his male perfection. Tribal ink decorated a path across half of his chest, curled around his navel, and swirled down one thigh. Gold bars pierced his small, erect brown nipples. The warm musky scent of him flooded her nostrils and she breathed him in, hungry for a taste of him. Her mouth watered. Desire clenched her pussy.  He. Was. Magnificent.
“What are you thinking?” Shayd took a step toward her and stood close.
 How could she express the erotic thoughts ramming into her brain? Heat from his body spilled over her. She cleared her throat and pushed out words in a husky whisper. “I want to lick your tattoos.”

“That sounds like fun. I’ll allow you a little taste before we meet BBB.” He grasped the back of her neck and pressed her face to his thigh.

 Lynda pushed out her tongue and swiped a wet trail along a black line of ink. Salty musk exploded over her taste buds. She rubbed her cheek over the hairs on his thigh, and kissed a line to his groin. She nuzzled his naked balls, inhaling the masculine scent of him. His thick cockhead jerked and leaked a pearly bead of pre-cum. She groaned and pressed her lips across the slit.

 Shayd sank his fingers in her hair and dragged her away. “Not yet. Unbutton your blouse. I want to see your tits.”

 Lynda stared at him in disbelief. Her pussy soaked the wooden seat. She ached for him. She slipped each tiny button free with shaking hands. A wave of doubt hit her. Her breasts were naturally full. She didn’t have the slim, trim body of most women in her twenty-five year old age group. She opened her blouse, unable to look at him. He cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples.

 “You are so fucking beautiful.” His touch sizzled through her.

 She arched her back in delight. Did he really say that? She lifted her chin and caught his appreciative gaze. A warm glow crept around her heart. Could Shayd really want to be with a plain Jane like her? When he moved away she let out a sob of need.


He turned and gave her a sexy smile. “I like my subs to be hungry for my touch.” He took a mask from a nearby shelf and handed it to her. “Put this on. I don’t want my client recognizing you.”

 She placed the black mask over her eyes and tied the string. In front of her Shayd moved swiftly, donning a one-piece latex suit that hugged every inch of his arousal. He pulled on an intimidating Phantom of the Opera style facemask before selecting a long whip from the collection on the wall, two floggers, and a ball gag. He grasped her arm and led her into the dim hallway. Embarrassed, Lynda clung to the open ends of her shirt to cover her exposed breasts.

 “Hands behind your back.” Shayd used a key to open a thick wooden door. “Get inside.” He pushed her into a dimly lit, dank room of rough stone.

Holy hell. This really is a dungeon.