Saturday, April 23, 2016

H.C. Brown's Sizzling Release -Time to Love-Except + links

Jay Bannock is living a lie.
Sure, he likes women. In fact, he respects women but when he tries to kiss one and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.Confused by his growing attraction to men, Jay seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers BDSM Club.
Has he lost his mind?
Realization, he has been batting for the wrong team all his life comes in the form of a six-foot-seven Adonis by the name of Matt Duffey.
Instantly attracted to the leather-clad Adonis, Jay’s complicated life spins out of control on a roller coaster ride wrapped in Matt’s arms.

Lance Booker took in the man standing in the foyer of Floggers BDSM Club. He valued his ability to pick a sub or Dom at a glance, but this delectable guy’s BDSM predilection eluded him. To his experienced eye, he saw a confused man, albeit, a buff six-two, blond hunk of steel. Man, you are pretty. He plastered a warm smile on his face, strolled nonchalantly toward him, and extended his hand. “Lance Booker … how can I help you?”
“Jay Bannock.” He shook his hand with a look of chagrin. “I feel really stupid coming here.” He dragged in a long breath and his cheeks flushed bright red. “To be completely honest, I need to talk to someone gay and the Floggers’ website does say you’re looking for members. I thought you might be able to advise me.” He met Lance’s gaze. “Do you have a few minutes to spare?”
Bemused, Lance held his hand to check his reaction toward him, raised one brow, and eyed him critically. This guy didn’t look like he needed help and he sure didn’t have the confidence of a Dom or the submissive attitude he’d expect from a sub in his presence. He cleared his throat. “You’re not selling stuff are you?”
“Lord, no.” Jay gave a nervous laugh. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know any homosexual men and this being a gay club … well, I … I’m looking for some answers.” He shrugged and squeezed Lance’s hand. “I guess you think I’m crazy walking into a gay BDSM club looking for help, but I need to talk over something that’s bothering me, and I don’t think I’ll get what I need from a doctor or a shrink.”
After that confession, Lance held onto the man’s hand a little longer than necessary and rubbed his thumb over the back. Apart from the softening in Jay’s dark blue eyes, he made no effort to pull away and seemed to relax a little. Interesting. He inclined his head. “Sure, I always have time to speak to a new boy. Why don’t you come into my office? It’s more private in here for a chat.” He opened the door and ushered Jay inside. “I’ve just made a fresh pot of coffee.”
Placing two steaming cups on the long maple desk, Lance waved him into a seat. He rested his hip on the edge of the desk and gazed down at him, taking a Dominant position to check his reaction. When Jay dropped his gaze under Lance’s frank appraisal, he bit back a smile. Good sub material, strong but craves Domination. He had the guts to come in here, yeah a valuable quality in a sub. Sipping his coffee, he examined the cute guy. Nice skin. Jay had remarkably handsome features, high cheekbones, full lips, and those big, innocent, blue eyes that made him instantly hard. “So are you interested in BDSM?”
“I think I might be … yeah.” Jay lifted his chin and frowned. “That’s part of why I’m here.”
Lance leaned closer. Hmm, he smelled good too, clean with a hint of male musk. “So what’s the other part? Do you need to know what it costs to join a club like Floggers? The tests you need and the rules?”
“Yes, I’ll need all that but first”—Jay’s cheeks blushed again—“look, I’ll come straight to the point. How did you first discover you were gay?”
Fuck! “Well, the fact I prefer to have sex with men kind of tipped me off.” Lance ran a hand through his hair and stared at him with incredulity. This person had walked into Floggers and wasn’t sure if he was gay? What the fuck? He took a sip of his coffee. He would have to pull back and be gentle with him. “I have never had the slightest interest in women sexually. I’m also a Dom and like to dominate men sexually. I like to be on top and in charge all the time.”
“Were you always like … gay … or did you have a sexual experience with a man and liked it?” Jay reached for his coffee. “I’m so fucking confused. You see, although I appreciate a man’s body—a lot. I’ve never thought about one as a lover. Over the years, I’ve tried to date girls—women—but as soon as … you know… I can’t get it up. In fact, it never gets that far because I can’t even kiss them.”
Lance’s mind reeled. He’d picked Jay as gay the moment he set eyes on him. “I’ve always known I’m gay. I’ve never had any doubt. Are you suddenly attracted to men or did this come about because of a sexual encounter as you put it?”
A pained expression crossed Jay’s handsome face. “No!—The other night I tried to kiss a girlfriend—because she insisted and when I backed off, she kind of lost it. Fuck, she screamed at me and said I acted like a gay man … that I wasn’t normal.” Jay looked at Lance over the top of his cup. “The whole scene was pretty ugly.”
Lance scratched his cheek and stared down at him in complete amazement. “So why on earth do you hang out with women if you don’t find them attractive?”
“Fucked if I know—I guess in my mind, I thought I might eventually find one that actually attracted me.” Jay shrugged. “Rose … well, she was a good friend. I liked her company but she wanted more.”
Lance inclined his head. He needed more information. “Tell me about Rose, did she have big tits, nice ass and what made her a possibility in your eyes?”
“No, she is the opposite.” Jay sipped his drink. “Tall, muscular, slim and she didn’t have much in the way of tits to be honest. She liked to exercise.” He swallowed. “I met her in the gym and we worked out together.”
Very interesting. I see and what do you appreciate in a man?”
“I like the way a man smells, and … I dunno … muscles wet with sweat, a nice body.” Jay drained his coffee and set the cup down. “I like eyes too, some men’s eyes have a kindness I find attractive.”
You don’t say. “It’s a drastic step going from an argument with your girlfriend to fronting at a gay BDSM club. What the hell did the woman say to you?” Lance rubbed the back of his neck.
Jay’s mouth turned down at the corners. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear the boring details, but a lot of what she said rang true because I do appreciate the male form, like I said. Although, I believe I’ve been fooling myself about the reason why I find men attractive. So I bit the bullet, as they say, and rented some gay pornos including a BDSM one … nothing too extreme.” He ran a finger around the top of his cup and drew a deep breath. “Watching them turned me on big time, seeing two guys. You know it kind of felt right.” He leaned back in his chair. “Like I said before I don’t know any homosexual men so I don’t have anyone I can talk to about this. I think I might be gay, and I’m not sure what to do. How do I know for sure if I’m really gay?” He rubbed a hand over his face. “From what I’ve told you it’s obvious, isn’t it? I just can’t admit it to myself.”
You think, huh. “There’s no halfway here, Jay. You’re gay, or you’re not.” Lance stood and moved closer to him. Standing legs either side of him and leaning toward him, he cupped Jay’s cheek and stared into his eyes. “From what you have told me, and how you react to me, I think it’s obvious.” He snorted. “You’re sure sending out all the right signals.”
Lance ran the pad of his thumb over Jay’s full bottom lip. “Uh-huh, a straight guy wouldn’t allow me to touch him like this.” He sighed at Jay’s wide-eyed expression of astonishment laced with a hint of fear. He needed to pull back a little and not frighten him. “Look, this was just a test to see if you’re gay. I didn’t mean to alarm you and I have a boy I’m attached to, so as much as I’d like to pursue this with you, I think I should introduce you to a Dom around your own age.”
“Don’t you think that’s kinda jumping in with both feet?” Jay frowned. “What if I’m wrong? The thought of being tied up and whipped… I’m not sure I could do something like that with a stranger.”
Lance headed for the door. “You should follow your instincts. No one here will ever push you into anything you don’t want to do, but I think you may need a little shove in the right direction. Floggers can open up a world of pleasure you didn’t know existed.” He grinned. “It’s time to love my friend.”
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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Welcome Diane Demetre

It's great to have you here today.
I'm sure my readers are dying to discover all about you and the second book in the Dance of Love Series Tiny Dancer.
Take it away Diane :-)

Born to Dance… Dying to Love

At twenty-four, Samantha O’Brien scores her dream job as a dancer at the famous Moulin Rouge, only to arrive in Paris to find her well-laid plans in disarray. Fortuitously, Sam is rescued by the eccentric, tarot-card reading proprietress of Hotel Hollandaise, who cautions that Paris is for lovers, but not always love.
As Sam launches into her new career, the show’s super sexy, Sicilian stage director, Tony Di Falco reveals he is more than just a creative genius and hard taskmaster, leaving Sam to wonder whether secrets, specifically her own, are indeed best shared.
Meeting Philippe Lacroix, a struggling, young artist in Montmartre saves Sam from imploding under the pressure. He introduces her to the city of love, captivating her with his angelic good looks and sensuous touch. Yet the mounting attraction intensifies between Samantha and her passionate nemesis Tony, and a tense, sexually-charged relationship threatens to overwhelm them both. But the show must go on.

Filled with backstage bitchiness, tough rehearsals, a sprinkling of cocaine and the French addiction to cigarettes, Samantha grapples with her new life. Then without warning, Sam’s destiny changes literally before her eyes and she finally discovers that even in the most romantic city of the world, you don’t find love, love finds you.

Being a passionate woman who’s always done things a little differently, Diane spends her time living, loving and appreciating life. She began her professional journey as a school teacher before moving into an exhilarating career as a dancer, choreographer and director. A rebel with a cause, Diane followed her quest for truth into the field of self-development, where as a stress & life skills therapist, life coach and keynote speaker, she taught methodologies of self-empowerment and conscious living. Assuming the pseudonym of the Goddess of Love, she appeared on national radio and the television program Beauty & the Beast.
Now as an author, Diane writes sensual love stories with a twist. Laced with dance and the divine feminine, her works feature empowered heroines who live life to the fullest, much like the author herself. Her debut novel, Dancing Queen was voted Luminosity Publishing Reader’s Choice Best Book and Best Cover 2015. Connect with Diane

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Saturday, March 19, 2016

Slave of the Beast- Links and Excerpt

Slave of the Beast by H.C. Brown - 

Born into slavery, Lucas’s life changes dramatically when his master sells him to a werewolf alpha who intends to sacrifice him in a sexual ritual on the full moon. His only hope of survival is by placing his faith in Bolton, a wolf shifter, and the sworn enemy of his new master.

Full-length Gay Paranormal Romance Novel – 69,660 words

Khorish City

After rising before sunrise to clean the rooms of his master’s young son from top to bottom, Lucas made his way down the white marble stairs of the palace toward the kitchen. His heart pounded in anticipation of another secret meeting with Bolton, a handsome free man who had befriended him some months previously. Born into slavery and property of his master, the laws of Khorish City prevented him from befriending anyone, but his love for Bolton made him reckless. His friend had insisted he remain a virgin until his majority but he craved his kisses and their stolen moments together. If caught the penalty would be death or if lucky, he would be condemned to spend his remaining years working in the mines.

He collected the basket and credits from the cook, listening intently to the list of requirements needed from the market. Wishing he could write down the list rather than commit it to memory, he headed for the door. Gods only knew what penalty he would incur if his master discovered he could not only read, but had mastered several languages. He had a mind for figures and had the ability to keep the books for the financial running of the entire palace.

Slipping out of the gate adjacent to the kitchen garden, he checked behind him to ensure no one followed. Of late, he had become more cautious. The law decreed, at eighteen summers, he would become a man and to displease his master again so close to his majority would be disastrous. The thought worried him, because his master loved to make a profit and had already found an excuse to sell him on his birthday. He might be fortunate and a new master may purchase him as a house slave but he doubted he would have such luck. Being slim with long, blond curls made him valuable for sale to the slave masters who ran the brothels. He heaved a sigh. Worse of all, if he ended up in a pleasure slave auction, the only hope of ever seeing Bolton again would be if he paid to visit him for sex at a brothel. I so wanted Bolton to be my first lover.

Pushing the thought of being a sex slave for endless nameless men, he recited the list of items he required and headed toward the market square. He enjoyed his brief bouts of freedom and this day may well be his last. As a kitchen slave, his master allowed him one hour each day away from the palace to purchase fresh produce. One hour each day to walk as a free man and do as he pleased. Once he reached the narrow streets, he took one quick glance behind him then broke into a run. Every precious second counted toward his forbidden time with the love of his heart, Bolton.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Whoot! I made the news.

Many thanks to John Affleck at the Gold Coast Bulletin. 

Also, I had a great day at the Readers and Writer's Down Under Conference, sadly the last one to be held. This was such a success, its really a shame it won't continue.

Fantastic day meeting my readers and authors I've only met via the web.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Hot New Release- Truth or Dare Club Depravity 7 + AO Excerpt

Truth or Dare, Club Depravity 7

Blake Davenport, the lead guitarist of Satan’s Army, is obsessed with a fan who attends every concert and stares at him with expressions of unbridled lust. He convinces the band to hold a “Meet and Greet” before they go on stage in the hope of meeting his sexy fan.
His dreams of taming the delicious red-haired man fall flat when Syn, the bass guitarist, recognizes him as his straight friend, Rohan. Refusing to give up, Blake sidesteps the fact, Rohan is not only straight but also Mistress Valerie’s sub and makes it his business to prove the very hot fan is not only gay, but in desperate need of his expert guidance.
 Reader Advisory: Join in a game of “Truth or Dare” Dom style.


Chapter One

Blake Davenport loved the caress of leather on his bare flesh, the way it outlined his package and hugged his hips in a soft caress. Its silky gloss and smell was part of him and had been for five years. As he leaned against the wall of his dressing room and pressed his heated flesh against the cold, white brick, he gazed languidly at his reflection in the mirror set above the dingy table holding his stage makeup. As usual during sex, his mind went to the man he craved and couldn’t have. The auburn-haired fan with the piercing green eyes had sat in the audience during every concert on the tour and like some lovesick pup, the moment he went on stage he’d look for him in the audience. Sure, he’d sent his manager to invite him and a few other guys to party with the band and the fan’s constant refusals grated on his nerves. He tossed his hair and stared into the mirror. Oh yeah, he looked fucking good. He had fame and money, and usually only needed to crook his little finger to make a man come running, but not Tall, Built, and Fascinating. The delicious man obviously liked his music, so what else did the elusive hunk need—a damn hand written invitation?
  The fan kneeling in front of him sucked his throbbing cock with relish and bobbed his head in time to the beat of the warm-up band. The clink of his teeth against his cock stud sounded like a tambourine. His preconcert BJs had become a tradition and people including women, lined up offering their services. He preferred the pretty boys with full ruby lips. Oh yeah, he couldn’t imagine a better way to soothe his concert nerves. Hmm, watching a sweet mouth wrapped around his cock, filling their throats with his cum, and seeing the gratitude in their eyes. Fuck, he’d become a consummate asshole—he’d never bothered to ask their names. None had come close to the warm mouth he craved, needed, fantasized about relentlessly. Thank God, the manager of Satan’s Army was more than a little conscientious and made it very clear any fan joining him or any of the other band members in the dressing rooms had paperwork clearing them of any health issues. He smiled. At every concert they lined up waving their documents, but Sol, his manager understood his needs and sent his type of boy along each night.
He closed his eyes and fell into the darkness of wicked desire, convinced his shaft slid into the hot, wet, temptation of his elusive auburn-haired stranger. He inhaled the rich musky scent of male musk and his groin heated in a rush to climax. Grasping handfuls of the fan’s hair to hold him in place, he rolled his hips.

“Swallow every drop, boy. I don’t want cum ruining my pants.” He heard a groan of approval and forced his dick to the back of the willing man’s throat. His balls tightened and heat rushed up his shaft. “Oh yeah, take all of it. Drink me down.” He spilled in long gushes then slumped against the wall.

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Friday, February 12, 2016

Welcome Angel Ray and an excerpt from the HOT New Release Mama's Boy No More

MAMA'S BOY NO MORE is the newest erotic romance from Angel Ray and is the second edition in the Cougars & Cubs series from Luminosity Publishing.


Madison Avery, a divorcee nearing forty, is hesitant to get back into the dating scene until she meets David Mayers, a much younger man, through an online dating site. He is kind of on the nerdy side, but she doesn’t mind. However, there is one problem—David is a devout “mama’s boy,” who still lives with his overbearing mother while he goes to college. At first, she doesn’t feel this is a deal breaker, especially since her ex was a bit of a “mama’s boy” himself with an overbearing mother of his own. But then she has a nasty first meeting with David’s mother, Debbie, and she begins to wonder if their relationship is worth the trouble, especially given their age difference. However, Madison discovers she has true feelings for David.

Will she find a way they can be together in spite of his overbearing mother and make him cut the apron strings once and for all?

Here is an excerpt from the book:

Madison unlocked the front door to her house and walked in. David followed her into the house and stood to the side as she closed the door behind him. Then, without warning, she grabbed David and kissed him full-on on the lips. David was startled beyond belief as he just stood there and allowed her to manhandle him the way she was doing. He still didn’t stop her when he felt her tongue slide into his mouth and entwine with his. He loosened up and returned her kiss. This wasn’t his first time kissing a girl, but it was by far his most passionate kiss with a woman. Madison drew her head away from his and gazed lustfully at him.
“David,” she cooed, “have you ever made love to a woman before?”
David was taken aback by her question. At first, he didn’t want to answer her, but then he glanced away and gave a terse shake of his head. Feeling emboldened, she drew her face closer to his and said in an even sultrier tone, “Would you like to make love to me?”
Again, David wasn’t sure what to say, so he just stood there and gawked at her like a horny idiot.
“Please say yes,” she said to him, her face so close to his he could feel her warm breath hitting his face.
Before he realized what he was saying, he muttered, “Y–yes.”
She grinned widely at him. “Good boy!”
She stepped away from him and pointed in front of her. “Go stand over there.”
He did as she told him to do and walked until she told him to stop. She walked up and grabbed him from behind. She slowly rubbed her hands up and down his chest while she placed her chin on his sturdy shoulder. Madison wasn’t expecting to get lucky on this date tonight, but David’s innocence and naiveté had turned her on so much, and, damn it, she was horny as hell as she hadn’t gotten laid in a long, long time. And, while using her trusted vibrator felt good enough, there was nothing like the incredible feeling of having a man inside of you. And, at that moment, David was man enough for her!
“Were you honest with me that you’ve never been with a woman, David?” she pressed him.
He blushed yet again and nodded his head.
“That’s okay, sweetie.” She rubbed her hand across his sturdy chest. “Everyone’s a virgin.” She kissed his cheek. “Once.”

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Monday, February 1, 2016

The Print Edition Release Day of The Mackenzie-The Trilogy Box Set

The MackenzieThe Trilogy Box Set
Print and  e-book

This epic Highland adventure, by best-selling author H.C. Brown, contains the complete trilogy of books: Charmed, Betrayed and Seduced
Highlander Drew Mackenzie’s double life as a respectable gentleman and the notorious, smuggler, Le Diable Noir, comes into jeopardy the moment Lady Adrianna Beachwood’s father rejects him as a suitor. He devises an ingenious deception to meet her in secret by using his cousin, the respectable, Lord Rupert as a decoy.
Nothing goes to plan and when the feisty goddaughter of George II is thrust into danger, her only chance of survival lies in the hands of her courageous and deliciously handsome Scottish warrior.


Chapter One

Lady Adrianna Beachwood slid into the shadows masking the terrace, her attention captivated on the tall stranger bowing over Lady Bracken’s hand in the receiving line. At last, a gentleman worthy of my consideration. He straightened and bestowed a brilliant smile on his hostess before moving through the reception room in her direction. Sauntering past in elegant glory leaving the expensive fragrance of bergamot in his wake, he astounded her. Dangerously handsome and with the hungry countenance of a wolf, he cast a predatory gaze over the silk encased ladies gathering in the foyer. From the enthusiastic titters beside her and the flutter of fans in her periphery, his perfect proportions, and elegant form had attracted more than a few ladies devotion.
She admired tall men and he was indeed the most stylish of gentlemen. His magnificent broad shoulders fit snugly inside a dark blue jacket nipped at the waist and worn over crisp ivory linen with an overindulgence of lace in the French mode. Her gaze drifted in wanton abandon from his expertly folded silk cravat tucked into a heavily embroidered waistcoat to his breeches cut tight enough to enhance his long muscular legs. Lifting her fan to hide her heated cheeks, she gaped after him. Rather than covering his head with a wig, he had queued his glossy ebony hair at the nape without one trace of powder, yet he certainly appeared to be a devotee to fashion by the cut of his cloth, and the expensive lace at his cuffs.
Her attention matched his swagger in the direction of the ballroom and entranced by his devilish countenance, she stepped into the hallway and followed him along the passageway. She picked up her step, but he sauntered straight past the ballroom without as much as a glimpse within and continued in the direction of the card room. Bother! Adrianna pressed her lips together and stared after him. Determined not to miss the opportunity to catch his eye, she cleared her throat. The temptation of a man stopped abruptly and turned to face her. His languid gaze traveled over her and as he inclined his dark head, the corners of his full mouth twitched into a secretive smile.
A booming voice, announcing the arrival of her father, broke the spell.
“Ah, there you are Adrianna. Why, may I ask do you find it necessary to dally so close to the card room? It is not seemly for a lady to be in close proximity to gamesters, my dear.” He moved to her side then his gaze slid past her and darkened at the sight of the handsome stranger. “Come along, I am sure there are more suitable gentlemen waiting to fill your card.” He offered his arm.
Annoyed by her father’s untimely appearance, she composed her features into a mask of disinterest, and rested one hand on his arm. “I noticed you in the company of Lord Somerton in the receiving room and assumed you would pass this way so I waited for you, Papa.”
His nostrils flared in disgust and he bent his head lowering his voice. His acid tongue lashed over her like a whip.
“You are not a girl on her first come out and should know better than to expose yourself to rakes and ne’re do wells.”
She turned to him aghast. “Oh, Papa, your worry is unfounded. To be sure, Lord Bracken would not allow scoundrels within a mile of Lady Bracken’s soiree.”
Her father raised both eyebrows and peered at her thoughtfully through his quizzing glass.

“Adrianna, your naivety astounds me. It would seem I will have to keep a closer eye on you this evening.” He tucked an errant curl into her chignon with unexpected skill. “Come along, I have arranged for a number of respectable gentlemen to make your acquaintance.”
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