Thursday, August 27, 2015

Release Day! Lord Byron's Secret Obsession + Steamy Except

Release Day for Lord Byron's Secret Obsession- HOT!!!! M/M, Historical, BDSM+ Blurb
Rather than believing this book is being sabotaged, I have to assume it is so damn hot Amazon have decided not to display the cover and haven't for two months since the pre-release. I do hope my readers will support this book.
It's not released on All Romance and I have no control over that. I have added a list of other distributors below, plus the Amazon one :-)

The cover is now up Thanks Pan Macmillan :-)

Can he regain his lover's freedom?

Lord Byron Wilton leaves England for the Americas after a public argument with his secret lover, Lord David Litchfield. On his return, he finds, Lord David has become an unwilling sex partner for the reprobate Mr. Hale and his cohorts, due to unpaid gambling debts. After Mr. Hale refuses his offer to settle the debts, Lord Byron makes an outlandish and dangerous plan to outwit the trio. He must use every trick in the book, and a considerable amount of his fortune, in an effort to regain his lover's freedom.

Perfect for readers of Bailey Bradford, Ava March and R.G. Alexander.

London, 1769
 A rush of pain radiated from Lord Byron’s clenched teeth and shot into his temples. The burn from over-exertion raged across his shoulders and his sweaty grip slipped on the leather handle of the cane. He gazed down at his lover, savoring the crisscross of red welts marking the porcelain flesh, and the raised handprints on each tender buttock. He bent over the slim figure tied so deliciously on the bench, and licked along each crimson cut. Using his mouth to soothe and caress, he lapped, enjoying the taste of the sweet skin, the rise of gooseflesh under his tongue. The man’s scentof soap mingled with the warm aroma of male sexfilled his nostrils. Tied this way, stretched out with both arms and legs secured, he had complete control over Lord David. The power of dominance surged through him. In truth, he could easily draw blood with his cane if he decided to, yet he loved him, and gave his lover what he craved. In fact, Lord David had become a dangerous obsession.
This brief afternoon of love play had been different from those long nights of bliss they had enjoyed so often before. He needed to conquer him, to take back his role as Master in a relationship teetering on the brink of disaster. With slow, deliberatemoves he stalked around the bench, running the cane over Lord David’s quivering flesh. He stopped at the head of the young man. “Why do you question my loyalty? I will not tolerate such behavior.” He grasped a handful of his long, blond curls and tugged. “Speak.”
“I am jealous, Master.”
Byron brought the birch down in two swift cuts across the damp skin of Lord David’s pristine back. The cry of pain from the prone man sent flames of desire rushing to his cock. Christ, he loved to hear his sweet boy moan. He wanted to punish him and drive any question of his devotion from Lord David’s mind, but reluctantly he threw down the cane. “Of whom are you jealous this time?”
Lord John, Master.” The slave drew a shuddering breath. “I do not want you to continue your friendship with him.”
“When you are tied to my bed, I am the Master.” Byron cupped Lord David’s flushed cheek and stared into cornflower-blue eyes. “I will not tolerate such demands from my slave. If you continue in this manner, I will have no option but to take my leave.” He ground his teeth. “I warn you, do not think to use my devotion as a weapon to manipulate me to your will. If need be, I will take a commission abroad to be rid of you.”
“Byron…I beg you…think of my feelings.”
“You would have me weak?” Byron dropped his breeches. “I think not.”
“No, Master, not weaknever weak.”Lord David’s attention fell to Byron’s shaft and he licked his full lips. “I do not care to share you with Lord John.” He grimaced. “When you are in his company, I fear I will lose you.”
Byron growled. “I regret now confiding my relationship with Lord John to you before we became involved. The man is a dear friendbut you are my lover. If you don’t believe this to be true, the trust you claim to have in me does not exist.” He sighed. “Perhaps it is you that wants to end our relationship.”
“Christ, I would have no other touch me in this way, and you know this to be true.”Lord David poked out his tongue and swiped it across the head of Byron’s cock. He moaned. “I beg your forgiveness.”
“You have my forgiveness, but I cannot allow you to dictate which friends I have. You know I have no desire to liewith any of them. Arguing with me in public has already put us both under scrutiny. Christ, David, we cannot be seen together. The risk is too high. What reason would I have to be in your company?” Byron stroked David’s cheek. “If you cannot trust me,this time we have together, our relationship, will not survive.” Byron groaned. “I care for you deeply but I will not allow you to risk the hangman’s noose because of youthful foolishness. I will not offer you another chance, do you understand?” Byron tugged David’s hair. “Do you?”
“Yes.”David smiled. “Master, will you allow me to pleasure you?I crave the taste of your seed.”
Palming his shaft, he guided it toward his rosy lips and  sighed. The man’s hot, wet mouth surrounded him with absolute bliss. He loved the way David’s flushed cheeks pulled tight with every withdrawn thrust. Later, he would take his tight, hot arse, and hear his intoxicating screams of delight. He could never have enough of his luscious young man. Byron rolled his hips, his hands cradling David’s sweat-soaked cheeks. Lord, he knew how to take him to heaven. Tipping back his head, he plunged deeperinto Lord David’s delightful throat.
This session with Lord David had been brutal. Byron wanted to stamp his authority over the young man. Of late, the possessive nature of his delicious boy had become out of hand.Lord David had grown too demanding. He had no option but to take a stand.His lover’s teeth raked a path up his aching cock and his inquisitive tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. Byron bit back a groan and fell into the darkness of forbidden bliss. His slave’s mouth became a whirlpool of ecstasy, spinning him into an uncontrollable, shattering conclusion. Withdrawing, he drew him into his arms and held him close. “Never forget that I love you.”
“This I know.” Lord David’s face held such an expression of devotion, his heart squeezed. “I love you, too, Byron, and I will try not to disappoint you.”
He stroked Lord David’s sweat-soaked hair. “For once, do as I say. Your jealousy is leading us down a path of damnation.”


Sunday, August 16, 2015

New Release !!! Dark Magyck- H.C. Brown Dragonsong Trilogy Part 2

After escaping the clutches of a vampire, Lumos and Thalia travel into the darkest depths of the Underworld in an attempt to release the Firedragon, Pyro. Only he has the ability to free Lumos's magyck.

Time is running out.

Lumos, must return home or forfeit his realm to the rule of Dark Magyck.


Exhausted by her fight to protect Lumos from the Lutwych Hag, Thalia stumbled through the circle of light and into the beautiful realm of Treluna. The instant she set foot on the lush blue-green grass of the Other World realm, a surge of energy replenished her powers and tingled along her nerve endings removing all trace of fatigue. She gaped at beauty more wondrous than any imagination could conjure. Basking below a warm sun, flower-filled meadows flowed down to a rainforest brimming with life. Above, multicolored parrots flew in great swarms, chattering and hanging upside down to lap nectar from an abundance of blossoming trees. She took a long look at Lumos, he glowed in the sunlight, and her stomach gave a little twist. Gods, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen and the way his black leather pants molded his body made her mouth water. She dragged her attention away from him and followed Mino along a path beside a bubbling river then stopped to admire a beautiful, red-spotted doe. The deer observed them with unafraid, chocolate eyes before lowering its head to drink.
“There is my home. My cottage is the one with the red roof.” Mino paused on the edge of a clearing and waved toward a small group of cottages. “I will take good care of your horses and your cat.” He gazed up at Lumos. “I hope you have a sound plan to beat Nehebkau and rescue Pyro. He is the only Dragon I know who has the power to release you outside of Drakka. Although, Nox, the King of the Fae has the power of the ancient’s too, but I doubt you will be able to enter his realm as you are now, Lumos.”
“Aye, without magyck I am unrecognizable as a Dragonfae and will not pass alive into his realm.” Lumos smiled ruefully. “I have given the task ahead much thought and apart from removing this cursed silver, freeing Pyro will benefit all Dragonfae.” Lumos turned to speak to Thalia, his voice, deep and sexy made her toes curl. “Little one, are you ready to go?”
With a sigh, Thalia hugged Brew. “We will come back soon. I want you to behave yourself with Mino and only eat what he says. Do not go hunting Sprites now, will you?” She placed the cat on the ground and turned to Lumos. “Aye, I am ready. My body is positively humming with magyck and my fatigue has vanished.”
“As it should be, we will need to find more magyck realms and you will have to replenish your powers many times before this journey is ended. Draw your circle, Mino.” Lumos took two saddlebags from Argos’s back and flung them over one shoulder. “If we should not return within two days, send a message to my father. Tell him of the Magus’s treachery and ask him to send an army to Rantazmac to aid in our rescue.”
“Two days in the Underworld is two moons in this realm. I will wait this long for you to return, Lumos, before I send the message. You can depend on me, Dragonfae.” Mino drew a circle of light. “May the gods keep you safe from harm.”
The shimmering circle intrigued Thalia. Taking a deep breath, she gripped Lumos’s large hand, and stepped into suffocating darkness.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

RELEASE DAY !!!! Down and Dirty in Rio by H.C. Brown + Excerpt

The moment wealthy executive Brack Fargo sets foot in Rio to establish a new marina, his life becomes complicated. Used to sophisticated lovers, his world is turned upside down when the magnetic and oh, so sexy deckhand, Serge walks into his life.
His new lover soon teaches him how down and dirty they do things in Rio.






Brack Fargo ran a hand over the small dog tucked under his arm and strolled toward the old office he currently shared with French’s Cruises with the smell of paint from his new high-rise building still tainting the sea breeze. He’d found he’d liked the idea of living in Rio and moving his head office from California to Sao Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district, had been a sensible decision. After all, he did have reliable people to run his stateside businesses and could fly back if necessary.
The loss of his longtime secretary and best friend, Sue had forced the move. He needed her and trusted her to keep him sane, but she’d insisted on moving to Rio to be with her new husband. The creation of a marina with Sue to oversee the work in his absence had been essential to keep her in his life. Now he’d tied up all the loose ends and settled his future plans—well almost. He craved to have a particular man in his life and if he planned to reel in his dream lover, he needed to be in Rio armed with the right bait.
Pausing outside the office door to Fargo Marina, he gazed toward the berths and visualized his new sailing boat, his bait of choice, moored in the premier position. He moved his attention to the number of berths already in use and smiled with delight. A brilliant investment, if I do say so myself.

Inside the office, Sue was on the phone discussing the virtues of his marina with a potential client. Rather than disturb her, he strolled to the window and stared down the long, bleached wooden walkway beside the pristine rows of yachts to the graceful man working on the deck of a schooner. Serge
A gust of wind tumbled his dark blond hair, streaked from long days at sea. The Rio de Janeiro sun glistened over his sweat-soaked body, tanned to a golden brown. His gaze drifted across the distance pinpointing the handsome, chiseled face. He visualized the man’s blue expressive eyes and the fullness of his lips. Oh, man, how he longed to nibble the day-old stubble on his chin and flick his tongue in the corners of his smile.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, overwhelmed with an ache to sink his fingers into the silky mass falling to the young man’s shoulders. He inhaled. The smell of seaweed mixed with the ocean’s brine drifted through the window and their earlier meeting came to mind. Serge’s preference for expensive French cologne surprised him. Its citrus fragrance mingled with his natural musk and drove him crazy with the need to bury his nose in his neck.
He leaned a shoulder against the window frame and watched Serge secure the rigging with the skill of many years at sea. His cut-off jeans displayed strong thighs and the way the frayed fabric melded to his muscular ass—Dear God! He chuckled and glanced self-consciously at Sue. The man had become an obsession. He turned his attention back to the eye-candy outside and gripped the window ledge.
Serge made him hard with one glance of his sapphire eyes. Brack bit his bottom lip at the memory of their lingering handshake. The warmth of Serge’s callused hand and the way his long fingers, burnished by the sun, curled around his palm. He groaned and his balls throbbed at the thought of the man’s rough thumb circling his cockhead.
Shaking his head to clear the image of Serge stretched out naked on his bed, he chewed on his bottom lip. Did he have a snowflake’s chance in hell with a younger guy? Sure, they got on well enough together. How often had he discussed the latest soccer game with Serge? Okay, so they had sports in common but little else.
With a sigh, Brack contemplated the situation. For a start, Serge had to be five years his junior. The man of his dreams lived in a different world and had a different class of friends. What chance did he have to fit in his ‘live every day like it’s your last’ attitude toward life? As much as he wanted to run off into the sunset with him, he had a business to run and people who depended on him.
As if the man had read his thoughts, Serge lifted his head and flashed a brilliant smile in his direction. Without a second thought, he smiled and returned the man’s wave. His face grew hot. Damn, he knows I’ve been watching him.
His idea to build a new marina in Rio had not only become a financial windfall, but the on the job requirements had benefits as well and kept him in contact with Serge on a regular basis.
He pursed his lips. Serge was a free spirit who ran with the wind and the sea was in his blood. Tying him down and keeping him on land would be like putting an eagle in a cage, so he’d use other means. There had been a buzz between them from the start, although, to his chagrin, Serge had remained an elusive butterfly—a very sexy butterfly. He wet his lips. That gorgeous man is out of my league.
“Mr. Fargo, are you drooling over Serge again?” Sue French, his very capable secretary, slipped her hand through his arm.
He patted her long, slim fingers. “Darling, he has me in the palm of his hand. The trouble is I don’t think I’m his type.”
“You’re in Rio now.” She ruffled his short curls. “You need to relax, grow your hair, and lose the suit. He likes you. But I know for a fact, Serge hates society types.”
Turning away from the window, he led Sue to a chair. He slid one hip on the edge of the office table and balanced Petal, his Chihuahua on his lap. “Thanks to you my business is flourishing and I have clients coming out of the woodwork. I have a position in life, Sue, an image to protect. In fact, I like who I am and what I’ve achieved. Sure, I’m attracted to Serge, but I’ll find myself a man sooner or later.” He grinned. “Don’t worry about my love life.”
“You can’t fool me.” Sue eyed him critically. “But far be it for me to intrude.”
She can read me like a book. He laughed. “Ah, well, I can dream.”
“Serge has worked with Sam for a long time and I doubt he’ll want to join your company. We all have equal shares in our boat and Sam has fed many clients in your direction. I know of four berths at least in this marina belonging to his friends. Don’t you think if you try to steal his employees it will cause trouble between us and I want us to remain friends. I’m afraid Sam is much like you when it comes to business. It took me ages to convince him I could work for both of you at the same time. He didn’t want us to share an office, you know.” Sue drummed her fingernails on the desk. “Maybe you should forget Serge and look elsewhere for a summer fling.”
“What and ruin my investment?” Brack ran a hand through his hair. “Not a chance.”
Sue’s husband, Sam ran a romantic cruise service for couples from Sao Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district. Brack knew Serge’s commitment to his partner in the business, Sam French, was one of long standing. Brack believed his luck had changed for the better the day French married his secretary. She had needed a man in her life almost as much as he did.
How many years had Sue been his secretary and mother confessor? Ten? Life had been normal before French had moved her to Rio then all hell had broken loose, followed by a string of secretaries he didn’t want or like.
“When are you moving into the new office?” Sue inclined her head.
“Yesterday.” Brack winked. “My personal assistant is holding down the fort while the new staff settle in. The computers go in tomorrow, so you can start on Monday. Can you imagine having your own staff again?”
“Oh yes! And a personal assistant too. What’s he like?” She leaned toward him. “Sexy as hell, I bet.”
“Spectacular, darling, but unfortunately, he has a boyfriend.” Brack glanced out the window and wet his lips. “Although, I think my tastes have moved to the more rugged type of late.”

Thursday, July 23, 2015

OUT NOW !!! Banished by H.C. Brown + Excerpt and links

For lovers of dragons, true love and magic.....
The Dragonsong Trilogy.

Banished to the Singing Forest for witchcraft with only her cat for company, alone and desperately afraid Thalia sings to her dream lover, in the hope someone, anyone will help her. 

Lumos enjoys the favors of many women until his dragon hears the Dragonsong of his mate. Consumed with passion for the girl who haunts his dreams, he leaves home to search for her. 

Nothing goes to plan and he falls into a devious trap set by a dark wizard to destroy all of his kind.

Buy links:
Luminosity Publishing
All Romance


 Dark Magyck -Released 14 August


                                                         Shadow Walkers Released 4 September                                                                                             

Excerpt: Banished

The Kingdom of Broclarre

halia of Broclarre struggled against the guards, her movements as useless as a sparrow in the mouth of a cat. Her shoulders burned, and tendons stretched to the limit threatened to rip from her bones. These men cared less if they tore her arms from the sockets. The hard-faced soldiers, gripping her so cruelly, were unfamiliar and not the usual palace protectors. These men wore the uniform of the king’s elite militia.
“I banish you from the Kingdom of Broclarre, never again to set foot in my kingdom by threat of death.” King Garro lifted his chin, sitting back on the golden throne. “As I have declared this day, so shall it be done.”
In the hallway, an angry crowd had gathered to hear the king’s proclamation. The masses had fallen silent to stand waiting like buzzards over a dead lamb. One of the guards restraining Thalia swore under his breath, and dug his strong fingers cruelly into her arms.
She yelped and turned to face her father.
“Banished?” She stared at King Garro. “Father … please… What have I done to displease you so?”
“Speak no more, witch. Think not to cast a spell over me for I know your wickedness.” King Garro struggled to his feet. His hand rested on the hilt of the gold dagger at his waist. “I took you into my house, treated you as my own, and you repaid me with death.”
Aghast, Thalia gaped at her father in disbelief. “Is that what you believe…? That I had a hand in killing the queen?” She stared at the king’s ashen face. The lines around his mouth cut deep, turning his expression bleak. Had he lost his mind with grief?
Beside him, the High Priest stood erect, his lips curled in a vicious smile. Thalia glared at the man in the crisp white robes. “Did you fill the king’s mind with these lies? I would never hurt my mother.” She met her father’s daunting expression. “I could never do harm to anyone. I am a healer. Ask anyone in the village, I help people.” She pointed at the High Priest. “There! There stands the evil in this palace.”
“To think my dear wife had compassion for your sorry soul.” Garro shook his head slowly. “Her belief a wholesome upbringing would prevent the evil magyck rising in a demon’s seed was the error of a gentle, childless woman.” The king ran a hand over his face. “And she paid with her life.” His black gaze traveled over Thalia, and he gave a snort of disgust. “No more will you breathe the same air as my people.” He punched a fist into the palm of his hand. “If I had not given my word to uphold Brea’s dying wish to set you free, I would have taken your head this day.”

Pain tightened in a wide band around her heart. Confused, she met the king’s enraged expression. The man’s piercing blue eyes looked on her with contempt, disgust, and hatred. The only father she had ever known curled his large hands into fists. This angry man had once loved her, taught her how to hold a bow, and to gentle a horse. Gods help me, now he wants me dead.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Welcome Alex Carreras

The StepbrotherAvailable 22nd July

  $4.21 $3.15 - Pre-order here 
When Fletcher Crawford returns to his hometown of Sarasota, Florida from New York City, he feels like a total and complete failure. At his mother’s insistence, he applies and consequently gets a job at Ericson Industries as a managerial assistant/slave boy for a woman who seems to be out to get him for no apparent reason. The only perk of the job, besides the paycheck, is being able to work closely with his high school nemesis who also happens to be his high school crush … and future stepbrother. Of all the people his mother could marry, why did it have to be the father of Erik Ericson who grew up to be super successful, have the looks of a Greek god, and is basically running his father’s company while he is making wedding plans with Fletcher’s mother?
But one thing remained the same after all these years, Erik was still a dick… A dick Fletcher wouldn’t mind getting to know better.
Reader Advisory:  This book contains steamy sex scenes between two men with stellar bodies. Consider yourself warned.


“Come in,” Fletcher heard from the other side of the door. Doing what he was asked and closing the door behind him, Fletcher took a few tentative steps and stopped in the middle of the expansive office that was tastefully decorated with a streamlined modern flair. His back to Fletcher, Erik was dressed in a gray suit that showcased his lean but still muscular six-foot-one frame.
“Take a seat,” Erik said, gazing out the window onto the small park behind the building that was dedicated to the memory of Erik’s grandfather who started the company over sixty years ago.
Fletcher had chosen to eat his lunch on a vacant bench, there, yesterday, instead of facing the inquisitive stares and hushed whispers of the employee cafeteria. He hated being the center of attention, unlike the man he was staring at at the moment.
Selecting one of the two seats in front of Erik’s oversized mahogany desk—the only piece of furniture that appeared to be an antique in the room—he sat with perfect posture and waited, dropping his book bag onto the floor beside him.
“Did you have a good night—” Erik began as he turned around to face Fletcher. He stopped midsentence and an unexpected laugh escaped him. “At ease, Private,” he joked. “This isn’t a court-martial. I called you in here to help me out with a something of a delicate nature.”
Fletcher relaxed but only slightly, easing against the back of the chair. “Couldn’t you ask Miss Trible?”
A slow smile spread across his lips. He appeared seductive and downright sexy, his blue eyes breathtaking. Erik shook his head ever so slightly. “I believe you to be a much better candidate.”
“Okay,” Fletcher said, hesitating.
Fletcher watched, as Erik extracted a black velour bag no bigger than the size of his open hand from the top drawer of his desk. Walking around the desk, Erik tugged the silk rope-like cord of the bag open. “Do you mind standing?”
“No,” Fletcher said, almost in a daze. As he stood, he kicked his knapsack.
Erik noticed. “Haven’t seen one of those in a long time. Brings back memories.”
“I thought I would get a more appropriate briefcase after I get paid. You know how it is.” Fletcher attempted to explain his lack of funds,but he doubted that Erik ever felt the pinch of poverty. The man had never been poor a day in his gilded life.
“Mm,” he responded, focusing on the contents of the mysterious velvet bag. “I have something to share, but you have to promise that this will stay between us. If you can’t, I’ll have to ask you to leave and we will forget all about me asking you in here.”
“Is it a wedding gift?” His curiosity piqued, Erik attempted to peek in the bag, but Erik covered the opening.
“You have to promise me.” His voice was a throaty growl.
Swallowing away a lump of lust that had formed in his throat, Fletcher nodded before he even knew he was nodding. “Promise,” he croaked.
Erik’s face relaxed and his eyes glinted with mischief. “I bought this gift for a special friend, but I’m worried I got the wrong size. That’s where you come in.”

Saturday, June 27, 2015


After Jackson Moon’s rock star Dom, dropped him for a woman, he enjoyed a variety of Masters. Big Doms, hairy Doms, the spankers, the edge players had relieved his itch, and his need for domination, but he craved that connection again, the special bond with a Dom that went way past trust.

He wanted a Dom to love him.
The way Rogue had.

That special connection that took a sub on a flight of sensation so intense, he never wanted to land, but when he did, he could find love in the strong arms of a man he could trust with his life.

Rogue had loved him, cared for him—left him—crushed him.

What would he do when Rogue walked into Club Depravity? How could he breathe in his scent and survive without him?



Chapter One

Jackson Moon ran his thumb through the condensation covering the glass of water and stared at the reflection behind the bar at Club Depravity. The crowd on the dance floor bounced as one to the heavy metal music thumping from the speakers set high in the ceiling. Reflections from the gaudy mirrored sixties glass ball twisted the men’s smiles into gruesome masks under the colored flashing lights. He looked away, disinterested in blatant displays of happiness and swirled the ice around the glass watching each piece melt away into oblivion much like him of late. Loneliness surrounded him in a crowded club how stupid was that?
Fine, he’d helped his twin brother, Joel, pack his belongings and move into the new home of Reef Anderson, a fucking rock star, and the delectable Master Rhys who happened to be the owner of Club Depravity. Oh yeah, his vanilla virgin twin had stolen the heart of not one but two prime ass Doms and was doing the happy ever after scene. He rolled his shoulders. I’m not jealous.
Although of late, his life as a house sub had become meaningless. In fact, he could pinpoint the exact moment his life had gone straight to hell. It had coincided with the return of his friend, Shayd from overseas with news his old Dom and heartbreaker, Rogue. The lead singer of Alpha Rock would be arriving back in town. He swallowed the lump in his throat and rubbed unconsciously at the ache surrounding his heart. Oh yeah, being dumped by his longtime lover for a woman had sent him into a spiral of self-doubt. He’d seen it happen to other subs and recognized his fall from a rock star’s arrogant sub to the sorry ass on the bottom of the pile of house subs.
At first, he’d enjoyed the variety of Masters. Big Doms, hairy Doms, the spankers, and the edge players had relieved his itch, his need for domination, but seeing his brother so happy with his Doms had made him remember a time he wished he could forget. Joel’s Doms doted on his twin and the scenes his brother had described with them—man they blew his mind. He wanted that connection again, the special bond with a Dom that went way past trust. He wanted a Dom to love him.
The way Rogue had.
That special connection that took a sub on a flight of sensation so intense, he never wanted to land, but when he did, he found love in the strong arms of a man he would have trusted with his life.
Rogue had loved him, cared for him—left him —crushed him.
What would he do when Rogue walked into Club Depravity? How could he breathe in his scent and survive without him?
“Hey, Jackson. Wanna play?”
Reluctantly, he turned his head to inspect the Dom standing beside him. Yeah, he could do the respect thing but he did not intend to do a scene with anyone. Dropping his lashes, he shook his head. “Thank you for asking, Master Dave, but I’m already booked. Maybe next time?”
Dave melted into the crowd at the sight of Shayd strolling toward him. He drew a sigh of relief, although the sight of Rogue’s brother made his stomach drop. They were alike in many ways, the arrogant walk and tip of the head, but Shayd had a voice like dark chocolate, and Rogue had the sexy rasp of a lead singer.
“Well, don’t you look the picture of misery? Point out the Dom who mistreated you and I’ll teach him a lesson in respect.” Shayd slid onto the barstool beside him his eyes flashing with menace. “Talk to me, boy.”
“I’m not your fucking boy, Shayd, and we have been friends far too long for me to call you Master so back off.” He took a long drink of water, licked his lips, and slid around on the barstool to face him. “No one has hurt me. Do you honestly believe I would get myself into any situation I couldn’t handle? I’m not Ben. By the way, how is my innocent cousin handling your dungeon?”
“He is amazingly versatile and willing to try anything.” Shayd waved at the bartender for his usual Scotch on the rocks then turned his attention back to him. “He is more like you than you give him credit for and he has a streak of arrogance I like.”
Wonderful, another love match made in heaven. Excuse me while I gag. “I’m glad you’re getting along. Now, why are you here, Shayd? You should be with Ben not hanging out with me.” He caught the stiffening of Shayd’s shoulders and waited for the ax to fall.
“I’m here to talk to you about Rogue.” As Shayd swiveled to face him, his leather pants creaked. “Why haven’t you returned his calls?”
Anger walked a path up his spine and he snapped his head up to glare at him. He forced out words between clenched teeth. “Back off. You are not going there.”
“Yeah, I am.” Shayd closed one large hand around Jackson’s arm. “I have been dancing around on the sidelines for long enough. Neither of you will discuss the breakup. It’s eating you up and affecting Rogue, which fucks up Alpha Rock and that sure as hell makes it my business. He hasn’t written a song for two fucking years and can’t without you. The band is losing its identity by constantly recording other people’s material.”
Jackson snorted and rounded on him. “Like I give a flying fuck about Alpha Rock. If I wanted to write songs, which I don’t right now, I’d be writing with Reef Anderson, not fucking Rogue. Like, I could be in the same fucking room with that cheating asshole, let alone create a hit single with him.” He pushed Shayd hard in the chest, but he didn’t loosen his grip. “I thought you were my friend? Obviously not. Get the fuck away from me.”
“Why did you split up with him without a face-to-face is all I want to know?” Shayd dragged him off the seat and toward the dungeons. “You are going to fucking talk to me if I have to tie you up for a week.”
Jackson pulled back and slapped him hard across the face. “Yeah?” He turned to the bartender. “Get Rhys, now. Tell him I’m in trouble.”
“Right, call the boss man or is he an in-law now, he’s screwing your brother?” Shayd shook him hard enough to make his teeth rattle. “All I want to do is to get to the bottom of this. Look at you. You’ve lost weight and you don’t give a fuck about anything. How long since you did any work?”
Shaking with fury, he met Shayd’s troubled gaze and swallowed hard. He had been so damn pleased to see him return from the UK and now he wished he’d stayed there. Over his shoulder, he caught sight of Rhys barreling toward them with an expression hewn out of granite.

“Let go of Jackson—now!” Rhys set one large hand on Shayd’s shoulder and glared at him nose to nose. “What the fuck are you doing, man?”

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Friday, June 19, 2015


Rohan Knight thinks all his birthdays have come at once when a sexy blond twink hits on him. He has searched for a delicious man like Cael all his life.
The problem is Nox, King of the Fae, sent Cael to discover who is using magyck unlawfully in the Nomag realm. When Cael finds Rohan is a rogue Pride shifter with ancient magyck, he must use all his powers of persuasion to lure him back to the safety of Other World.


The Great Book of the Prides – Entry by King Blaise of Knight Watch.
There is great speculation that another of our brothers is living in the Nomag realm. Nox came to me with news this day that he has sent Cael the Bronzed to observe the young male believed to be the only son of my cousin Anu and his mate Talia. The male has magyck abilities far beyond most Pride. He will become a danger to our existence if we are not able to bring him home.
Cael has offered to remove him and take him to Other World to monitor his abilities before we welcome him into our realm. He is an unknown quantity, but I am confident Nox will guide him along the correct path, and we will welcome him home soon.

Chapter One
Nox twirled the crystal goblet in his fingers admiring the way the blood-red wine made by the Pride and called Miza coated the glass. He inhaled the rich aromatic fragrance and lifted his chin to meet Blaise’s worried expression. “Have no fear, I have sent Allure the Fair with Cael as brothers they are well equipped to handle a naughty Pride cub. Cael is well versed with the Nomag world and will fit in very well, have no fear.”
“I hold grave concerns. This male has been living alone in the Nomag world since he was a baby, he will not accept our ways or our laws.” Blaise snorted. “You told me how violent the Nomag race is and how they are little better than the scum that live in Druik Void. I cannot in all good conscious allow him free reign in any of our realms.”
“Do you honestly believe he could overpower the magyck of the Fae?” Nox leaned back in his chair and sighed. “We have known each other a long time, Blaise, and it is time you trusted me to deal with this problem.”
“The male is Pride.” Blaise paced up and down the room in an annoying fashion. “He is my responsibility.” He flicked him a long violet gaze. “You have enough trouble pleasing Hawke to deal with this.”
Lady’s blood, he had never seen Blaise so distraught. He smiled. Indeed, Hawke had allowed him a full share of his mate Lydia but he must make frequent returns to Other World to renew his powers. “I please myself, Blaise. Neither Hawke nor Lydia are my mates. I wish sometimes they were, but I am destined to have only Allure and a female yet to emerge.” He smiled remembering his evening with his lovers. “They both understand my time with them is temporary and I must return to Allure.” He refilled his goblet from a glass decanter on a polished side table at his elbow and turned back to Blaise. “Cael alone is more than capable of dealing with Rohan. He has had him under his watchful eye for six months or more.”
“Six months and you only inform me now?”
“Do sit down and I will explain.” Nox sipped the Miza holding the delicious liquid in his mouth a few moments before swallowing. “You do remember the time Rio went to the place the Nomags call London? He went to destroy the threat and came home with a mate?”
“Yes, and I do not have a problem with my memory, Nox.” Blaise sat in the chair opposite and raised one dark eyebrow. “This Nomag world is on a different continent, so how did you find him?”
It would seem, you are a child still, but then I am five hundred summers old. “I have the ability to feel magyck, and some Nomags process a little but have no knowledge of how to access that part of their minds, rather like some of you.” He chuckled. “However, I can see magyck as you see the wind blowing through the trees and know from which way it hails. The moment, I returned to Other World, I had Fae scrying in the direction from whence it came and after some time we found Rohan.”
“Do go on, I would like to know why, as we are such close friends, you decided to keep this information from me?” Blaise poured a glass of Miza then glared at him. “This is not like you, Nox, what are you hiding from me?”