Monday, February 24, 2014
In The Hot Seat With H.C is author Willow West
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Friday, February 21, 2014
Guest Author: Tamsin Baker
Stranded Domme by Tamsin Baker
Blurb:
Natalie is a
professional Domme, in total control of her emotions and her life. When her car
breaks down outside of a small town, she is rescued by a quiet gentleman with
all the strength of a good submissive. They have a wonderful night where
Natalie breaks her own rules, yet doesn’t regret allowing Mick into her bed.
When Natalie returns to her real life she feels the lack of her country
gentleman and invites him to her club. She offers him a play collar and shows him
off to her friends. All is in order for Natalie, but Mick is feeling less than
enthusiastic about being kept on the outside of Natalie’s heart. They need to
find a balance quickly, or their budding relationship will soon be over.
Excerpt:
Natalie awoke to two very weird and rather pleasant
sensations. The first was the mere fact that she awoke naturally and not to an
alarm. It had been years since that had happened. The second was the warmth and
weight of a male body behind her. It had been almost a decade since that event
had occurred.
Memories of the night before came flooding back to her
and the soreness between her legs became more pronounced. Mick.
What on Earth had tempted her to let him fuck her? She
rarely had sex with anyone, let alone an untrained, un-collared sub that she
had just met.
The urge to leave quickly was strong but so was the
feeling to stay. She lay still for a minute just listening to him breathing. It
was deep and even, comforting actually. His weight was nice too.
Too many men she had met were scrawny, too thin and all
lean muscle. She liked a bit of bulk. It made her feel small, safe and
protected.
Confused now, old memories came flooding back into her
mind. Days of crying over men who had hurt her, disappointed her. It was enough
to get her moving.
Natalie wiggled out from under the strong arm that held
her and shuffled to the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and the Domme did not stare
back. A ruffled, well fucked and sated young woman looked back at her. Who
the fuck was that?
“Damn...”
She groaned as she sat on the toilet. It had been so long
since she felt out of control.
“What a mess.”
Natalie pondered over what she would do. She really
wanted to see Mick again, but how was that going to be possible? He lived too
far away, and he wasn’t in the Lifestyle. How would he handle watching her with
some of the other bottoms?
A strange smile spread across her face at the thought. He
wouldn’t like it at all. She giggled to herself as she imagined a stand off in
her club.
No, she had to stop thinking that way. Nothing could
develop between them. Last night had just been a moment of weakness. A
wonderful, fulfilling, unnerving moment, but still just a moment.
She took a deep breath and snuck back into the room for
her clothes. She didn’t really know why she was being quiet, Mick had to take
her back into town. She would have to deal with him eventually.
She froze on entering her bedroom. Mick sat up in bed,
the sheet covering his lap. His eyes scanned her nakedness and he smiled.
“Good morning, Natalie.”
Inside her head, the Domme was warring with her girly
self again. How did he manage to bring out that side in her? The one that
wanted to jump onto the bed, laugh and curl up into his lap for morning kisses.
There was a reason she didn’t do that anymore and that was because she was
happier when she was always in control.
She tried to be casually confident as she opened her
overnight case and pulled out fresh bra and panties. She was never embarrassed
by her body, but she blushed as she felt his heated gaze on her.
“Would you like a shower?”
She jumped, his voice surprising her. Mick hadn’t come
inside her, a concession she greatly appreciated but she was still sweaty from
their exertions. A shower would be very much appreciated.
“I would actually. Thank you, Mick.”
Mick smiled as he slipped from the bed and walked towards
her. He was still naked and his cock was hard. Her mouth hung open, shocked at
how natural and in control he looked. How did he manage to look so calm when
she felt like a bundle of insecure nerves?
What did you do the morning after? All of her scenes were
orchestrated and always ended with her subs going home afterwards. She was at a
loss at what to do with a lover.
Mick kissed her softly on the lips and walked to the door.
“I’ll make us some breakfast and you have a shower. See
you soon.”
Natalie stood staring after Mick’s retreating form. He
had a lovely ass, and she could see the red striations from her flogger. She
blushed again.
The cool and calm gentleman she had met yesterday
afternoon was back and in control of the situation. She couldn’t believe how
unbalanced she felt, how out of control. And it would not do.
The reason she had trained to become a Domme in the first
place was to establish control and order in her life and emotions. It would not
do to lose all of that now.
She showered and pulled on her work clothes. They were
black, fitted and very professional. She had to take special care with her feet
and apply many band aids to her heels before she dared to put on her black work
shoes. Her feet wouldn’t let her forget this hiatus any time soon.
When she entered the kitchen she was ready for action,
only to be totally derailed by the scene in front of her.
Mick had set the table for them both, orange juice poured,
bacon and eggs cooking. Tears stung her eyes at the casual intimacy he was so
good at. Where had he been when she had desperately wanted this sort of
relationship?
She collapsed into her chair, deflated and awestruck. She
had stumbled upon one of the last true gentlemen.
“How do you like your eggs? Sunny side up?” Mick called
over his still bare shoulder.
Clearing her throat, she coughed. “Sunny side up would be
great.”
Mick whistled as he cooked and Natalie looked around the
kitchen. It was clean and orderly but lacked a feminine touch.
“Have you been married, Mick?” Natalie asked before her
brain could kick into gear.
She hissed in frustration and wanted to bite off her
tongue. Why was she asking intimate questions?
Mick looked over his shoulder at her for a minute then
turned back to his cooking.
“I was, for twenty years. But we divorced a few years
ago.”
He continued whistling and Natalie found herself more
intrigued, not less. That was the problem with questions. Once asked, they
opened the door to more.
“And you have kids?” She couldn’t help it, she had to
ask.
Mick laughed. “Yep, the bane of my bank balance.”
Natalie smiled, despite what he actually said the tone in
Mick’s voice was beautiful. Loving devotion.
Buy Link
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Monday, February 17, 2014
NEW RELEASE! My Lover, My Dom- Club Whips #1 by H.C. Brown
H.C. Brown’s long
awaited Club Whips Series takes the reader into the no holds barred Whips Gay BDSM Club. With
cameo appearances from some of the more colorful characters of Club Floggers,
H.C. Brown introduces more of the Doms and delicious subs from the exciting
world of rock n roll and big business.
Jett Silver has
waited patiently for Brad to find himself. Being his gym buddy has been agony
but now he plans to train this delectable pup and collar him. With Jett’s best
friend Nash Mage and his sub Paul on hand to help, Brad’s life becomes a living
fantasy
.
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Excerpt:
The
cold tiles pressed into Brad’s chest. The exquisite thrill of pain followed by
his Master’s tender touch undone him. He hovered on the edge of tears, need
seared through him, burning flames of desire caressed his balls and shot up his
shaft. He opened his stance and pushed his ass toward his Master. He wanted
more and his knees shook in expectation of Jett’s hot tongue on him. He longed
to sink into the wet warmth of Jett’s mouth but he craved more of his Dom. What
would Jett be like inside the dungeon? A shiver of delight licked his balls. I
can’t wait. Jett slapped again and the sound of his large hand hitting flesh
echoed in the small room. Pain sizzled and Brad’s cock scraped against the
wall. He rocked his hips and heard Jett growl. Oh, Lord! His Dom slid
inquisitive fingers down the cleft of Brad’s ass. Hot breath
brushed his cheek. Brad swallowed the moan of delight. The next moment Jett
spun him around. He gazed into his Dom’s eyes. “Oh, fuck, I’m losing my mind. I
want your mouth on me so fucking bad... Sir.”
Monday, February 10, 2014
Valentine's Day Blog Hop- PRIZES!!!!!!!!
What do you like best
about Valentine’s day or what do you hate about it?
I know it’s a day for
lovers and romance but it can also be a day for sadness. I don’t want anyone
to be sad today, so if you enjoy M/M Romance tell me why you like or hate
Valentines day and I’ll give a copy of my new historical release Lord Byron’s Secret Obsession to the best comment as a prize and perhaps if the comments are really good a copy of one of my other books.
Also all comments go
into the draw for the $50 prize.
Don’t forget to leave
your email details J
Lord Byron's Secret Obsession Blurb:
Lord Byron Wilton, fearing exposure as a sodomite
after a public argument with his secret lover Lord David Litchfield, leaves
England for the Americas. On his return, he finds his delicious man in the
hands of the brute, Hale and his cohorts.
Discovering Lord David is an unwilling sex slave
for these three disgusting men, he makes outlandish and somewhat dangerous
plans to outwit the trio. Byron must use every trick in the book, and a
considerable amount of his fortune, in an effort to regain his lover’s freedom
and trust.
I have a new release Lord Byron’s Secret Obsession and a brand new BDSM series Club Whips coming out with Spunk Books on 17 February the first book is titled My Lover, My Dom. My Lover My Dom Blurb:
H.C. Brown’s long
awaited Club Whips Series takes the
reader into the no holds barred Whips Gay BDSM Club. With cameo appearances
from some of the more colorful characters of Club Floggers, H.C. Brown introduces more of the Doms and delicious
subs from the exciting world of rock n roll and big business.
Brad Morrison is a sub
pure and simple. He wants Jett Silver, manager of Cold Heat but their yearlong
friendship is just that . . . friendship, until Brad’s arranged marriage of
convenience ends.
Jett Silver has waited
patiently for Brad to find himself. Being his gym buddy has been agony but now
he plans to train this delectable pup and collar him. With Jett’s best friend Nash Mage and his sub
Paul on hand to help, Brad’s life becomes a living fantasy.
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Saturday, February 1, 2014
NEW RELEASE! MASTER ME by H.C. BROWN
After Leo Marshall survives a storm at sea, he discovers the
watery vortex he hurled through was a gateway to another realm. As a filthy disease ridden human, he is not
welcomed into the strange world of unusual diverse humanoids and finds refuge
with a shifter. His immediate lustful attraction to the delicious BDSM Master, Ashrin
of Ecatnie Pride is so powerful it is frightening. The rules are different in
this future realm and frequent sex with a multitude of partners is expected. Leo wants Ashrin exclusively but is afraid
his Master will love him —to death.
Buy Links:
Amazon
Excerpt:
"You belong to me, Leo."
The voice
spilled over him like liquid silk, the man's face a dark shadow in the
twilight. Leo lowered his head to nuzzle the hairless balls, to drink in the
rich, hypnotic scent he craved. Under his palms, strong thigh muscles tensed,
moving under sweat-soaked skin. Leo moved his mouth, pressing kisses up his
lover's long, hard shaft. Strong fingers twisted in Leo's hair, dragging his
mouth to the weeping slit.
"Open your mouth. Suck me." The
deep, sensual voice commanded.
Leo swiped
his tongue across the tip, the familiar, rich, musky flavor bursting across his
tongue. His heart clenched. He loved this man with a soul-destroying passion.
This man completed him. His dream lover, his ultimate fantasy. Leo moaned in
bliss. He couldn't wait to taste him again and lunged forward to slide his
tongue across the velvet shaft.
I don't know
your name. Tell me your name.
The bed
began to lurch and roll. The dream faded and he awoke achingly hard and
frustrated. Damn it. Why do I always have the same dream?
"Winds of up to one hundred and fifty
miles an hour . . . ."
Leo Marshall lifted the baseball cap off his
eyes and yawned. What was that?
Stretching,
he eased out of the chair and moved to the edge of the boat to pull in his
fishing rod. The balmy summer day had vanished, hidden behind a violent, black
storm front. Clouds of every shade of grey charged across the sky. An icy wind
cut through his t-shirt and whipped the once glassy blue ocean into angry white
caps. In the distance, lightning illuminated flashes of the coastline,
misshapen behind a wall of torrential rain.
Fuck. Leo secured
his belongings and ducked inside the cabin. On the two-way, he could hear the
Coastguard giving out warnings. He radioed in his details and position.
"You
won't make it to Harper's Peak. Didn't you hear the warnings?" came the
response. "You will have to try and ride it out. We have your position. Do
you have a satellite beacon?"
Leo ran a hand through his hair. He’d ridden
out many storms and his boat was well equipped to handle a storm front. "Yes,
I do, thank God."
The
Coastguard signed off and Leo stood transfixed, watching the sea join the inky
blue of the sky and close in around him, plunging him into twilight. The Laura Jane rolled and dipped, huge waves
crashing over her bow. Leo dragged on his life jacket and pulled his way to the
stern to up anchor. Wind tore off his baseball cap; it dragged his long hair
from its binding and whipped it across his eyes. Brushing at his face, he
looked up at the savage sky; his eyes widened. "Holy fuck."
Highlighted
by blanket lightning, a funnel rose from the sea. The awesome beast swirled
high into the clouds and danced across the ocean like a giant hydra. Long
trails of water undulated from its twisting neck with gaping maws. The wind
roared, lashing salty rain into his face and tearing at his clothes with icy
fingers. Leo dropped the anchor on the deck and battled his way back to the cabin.
I have to get out of here. He depressed the start button on the engine,
once, twice.
Nothing.
He ran his
arm over his face, swiping at the seawater stinging his eyes, and depressed the
button again. "Come on girl."
The motor
caught and burst into life. Leo laughed in triumphant desperation and fought
frantically to turn the craft around. A great surge of white water picked up
the Laura Jane and dragged the small
craft up to the crown of a gigantic wave. Leo clung to the wheel, water
swirling in the cabin up to his knees. The boat hovered on the crest then
surfed down the shimmering wall at world record speed. Leo looked down the face
of the twenty-foot wave and gasped. I'll never out run it.
The boat
crashed into the foaming water, bobbing like a cork. It lurched to one side and
the crab basket and fishing tackle slammed against Leo's legs. In his hands,
the slippery wheel fought against him, spinning one way and then the other. The
bow dipped sharply and the propeller broke free of the waves, the engine
screaming in protest. The sea roared its discontent, and before him, a
whirlpool opened up, a giant vortex sucking everything into oblivion. Leo
swallowed, fear closing his throat, ears deafened bythe roar that sounded like
a freight train. The Laura Jane lay
on its side, dark, swirling water pinning it in its embrace. Whipped into a
giant centrifuge in hell, Leo joined the speeding procession of marine debris.
Above, a mountain of spinning black water, below, a swirling orifice of black
and green sank down to the depths of hell.
Leo clung to
the cabin door, his legs floating in midair. The howl of a thousand devils
shrieked in his head. The roof of the cabin ripped off in a whine of twisted
metal. He looked up one last time, seeking the heavens. Within the madness, a
strange calmness enclosed him. His fingers grew numb and slipped off the cabin
door. Goodbye, Mom and Dad.
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