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Well my holidays a have started with a 4.5 STAR REVIEW OF HURT ME GOOD from
Top to Bottom Reviews:
http://top2bottomreviews.wordpress.com/2012/12/08/hurt-me-good-by-hc-brown/
I am very excited to announce the upcoming release of Night Games M/M comedy erotic romance release from H.C. Brown and Keva D.
Published on 17 December from Liquid Silver Books
Strand one stuffy executive and his prize-winning Chihuahua in the Brazilian jungle. Add a handsome, sexy roughneck, and watch the hilarious night games begin.
Excerpt
Joe Harrison
stared down the long, bleached wooden walkway beside the marina, to the
graceful man working on the schooner’s deck. A gust of wind tumbled the 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 to the handsome, chiseled face he knew so well. He visualized the
man’s blue, expressive eyes, and the fullness of his lips. He longed to nibble
the day-old stubble on his chin and flick his tongue in the corners of his
smile.
An
ache to sink his fingers into the silky mass falling to the young man’s
shoulders overwhelmed Joe. He inhaled. The smell of seaweed mixed with the
ocean’s brine drifted through the window. His mind went back to their earlier meeting.
Dazz’s preference for expensive French cologne had surprised him. The citrus
fragrance had mingled with the man’s natural musk and had driven him crazy with
need.
Joe
leaned a shoulder against the window frame and watched Dazz secure the rigging
with the skill of many years at sea. His cut-off jeans displayed strong thighs
and the way the frayed fabric molded to his muscular ass—God! Joe chuckled and
swiped at his mouth. The man had become an obsession. Joe gripped the window
ledge.
The
guy made him hard with one glance of his sapphire eyes. Joe bit his bottom lip.
Their lingering handshake earlier invaded
his mind. The warmth of Dazz’s calloused hand and the way his long fingers,
burnished by the sun, curled around his palm. Joe groaned. His balls throbbed
at the thought of the man’s rough thumb circling his cockhead.
Joe
shook his head to clear the image of Dazz stretched out naked on his bed. Did
he have a snowflake’s chance in hell with the young guy? Sure, they got on well
enough together. How often had he discussed the latest soccer game with Dazz?
Okay, so they had sports in common but little else.
With
a sigh, Joe contemplated the situation. For a start, Dazz 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 Dazz’s “live
every day like it’s your last” attitude toward life?
He
ran a hand over the small dog tucked under his arm and chewed on his bottom
lip. As much as he wanted to run off into the sunset with Dazz, he had a
business to run and people who depended on him.
As
if the man had read his thoughts, Dazz lifted his head and flashed a brilliant
smile in Joe’s direction. Without a second thought, Joe smiled and returned the
man’s wave. His face grew hot. Damn, he knows I’ve been watching him.
His
idea to become a minor partner in Bowers’ Bountiful Excursions had become a
financial windfall. The job had benefits as well. His work marketing the
company kept him in contact with Dazz on a regular basis.
Joe
pursed his lips. Dazz was a free spirit. He ran with the wind. Tying him down
would be like putting an eagle in a cage. The sea was in the young man’s blood.
There
had been a buzz between them from the start. Although, to his chagrin, Dazz had
remained as elusive as a butterfly—a very sexy butterfly. Joe wet his lips. That gorgeous man
is out of my league.
“Harrison, are you drooling over Dazz again?” Patrice
Bowers slipped her hand through his arm.
Joe
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
don’t work for Daddy now.” She ruffled his hair. “You need to relax, grow your
hair, and lose the suit. He likes you. But I know for a fact, Dazz hates
society types.”
Turning
away from the window, he led Patrice to a chair. He slid his hip on the edge of
the office table. “My business is flourishing and I have clients coming out of
the woodwork. I have a position in life, Patrice. In fact, I like who
I am and what I’ve achieved. Sure, I’m attracted to Dazz, but I’ll find myself
a man sooner or later.” He grinned. “Don’t worry about my love life.”
“You
can’t fool me.” Patrice eyed him critically. “But far be it for me to intrude.”
Joe
laughed. “Ah, well, I can dream.”
“Dazz
has worked with Brian for a long time. Please don’t do anything to cause a
problem in the company.” Patrice drummed her fingernails on the desk. “You
know, a sour love affair isn’t good for business.”
“What
and ruin my investment?” Joe ran a hand through his hair. “Not a chance.”
Bowers’
Bountiful Excursions ran a romantic cruise service for couples from Sao
Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district. Joe
knew Dazz’s commitment to his partner in the business, Brian Bowers, was one of
long standing. Joe believed his luck had changed for the better the day Bowers
married socialite, Patrice Lampton.
How
many years had Joe cared for Patrice as personal bodyguard and mother
confessor? Ten? Life had been normal before Bowers emerged from the sea like
Poseidon with a schooner named after Patrice. Joe doubted anyone could resist
such a declaration of devotion.
“When
are you moving into your new office?” Patrice inclined her head.
“Yesterday.”
Joe winked. “My personal assistant is holding down the fort.”
“Oh!
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.” Joe glanced out the window.
“Although, I think my tastes have moved to the more rugged type of late.”
* * *
*
Dazz
caught the grin on Brian Bowers’ face. “What?”
“Oh,
come on now, you mean you can’t see Harrison
giving you the ‘come hither’ stare? His blatant adoration is so hot I’m
surprised it hasn’t set fire to the marina.”
“I
like him fine, but he’s a suit.” Dazz rubbed a hand over the sweat on his face
smearing a line of grime across one cheek. “Although, he is pretty and embraces his feminine
side. That’s a plus.”
“You
mean … he’s a transvestite?” Bowers raised a brow. “Nah, I can’t see him in
drag. Look at the size of him—he’s too big.”
Biting
back a laugh, Dazz regarded his friend with interest. One thing for sure,
Bowers was secure in his sexuality. “Hmm, Harrison in drag. Now that’s an
intriguing thought. Does Armani make dresses in his size? Do you know, mon ami?”
He snorted with laughter. “I don’t think Joe could cope with an off the rack
creation from Wal-Mart.”
“Well,
what do
you mean by embracing
his female side?”
Dazz
reached for a bottle of water. “Joe can’t go a week without a facial and a girl
arrives at his office every morning to buff his nails. He goes to the beauty
parlor to have his hair colored and God only knows what waxed.” He indicated the
office window with the bottle. “Have you noticed he hasn’t got one wrinkle on
his face and … what is he … forty?”
“Yeah,
I guess.” Bowers rubbed his chin. “So what are you planning to do besides
underwhelm him with your fake French accent? I’d guess Patrice told him by now
you were born in Wichita.”
Dazz
rubbed his middle finger over the bridge of his nose.
Bowers
chuckled and blew a kiss. “You know, I’ve been hoping you’d find somebody since
that asshole Rafael cheated on you. Seriously, I think you have an open door
with Harrison. The question on the table is: what are you going to do about it?”
“Well,
he told me this morning he purchased a sailboat from somewhere near Santa
Vitória do Palmar. He asked me if I’d be interested in going with him to sail
it back.” Dazz sipped the water. “As we have a few weeks downtime, I would like
to go. That’s if you don’t need me here for a while.” He ran his tongue around
his teeth. “I’d like to explore all possibilities, if you get my drift?”
“Yeah,
well, there’s not much you can do with the Patrice in dry dock.” Bowers pushed a hand
through his hair sending the dark sweat-soaked mass in all directions. “Do you
think it’s wise, sailing down that part of the coast?”
Dazz
stared out over the ocean. No wind rippled the blue-green glass from the shore
break to the horizon. “Believe it or not, Harrison
mentioned he had guns on board. Look, I don’t know the guy well, but he doesn’t
come across as the macho gun-toting type.”
“Harrison? The man whose constant companion is a white Chihuahua with a pink bow? That Harrison?”
Bowers grinned. “Macho isn’t his style but Patrice insists he can handle
himself.” He glanced over to the office window. “I like Joe but he looks like a
puff of wind could knock him over.”
“I’ve
often wondered what he actually did for Patrice’s father.” Dazz scratched his chin. “I’ve tried to find
out more about him but he doesn’t talk much about his time as her bodyguard.”
“Bodyguard
is stretching the truth. He is Patrice’s best friend. He kept her off drugs,
made sure she wasn’t bothered by the paparazzi, and put her to bed when she drank
too much. He was more of a companion.” Bowers sighed. “I know he’s a crack
shot. I went with him to the practice range last week. I wouldn’t want him to
be pointing a loaded gun at me.”
“Ah,
mon ami,
this is good news because after a week alone with me, the term loaded gun
is going to have an entirely new meaning.” Dazz wet his lips. “And that sweet
suit is going to be an expert on shooting, Dazz style—n’est-ce pas?”
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