Sunday, February 27, 2011

Top Pick for Floggers 'Holiday Sale at Romance Reviews

Floggers' Holiday SaleOFFICIAL REVIEW
Book Reviewed by Kenjii_H (reviewer)
[ Review Posted: Feb 26, 2011 ] - See all my reviews
Dominate Me by H C Brown, the characters are not anything like Rafe and Denny, though they are still a Dom and sub. It is amazing how a great author can entertain and keep a genre and theme so fresh. Page after page, book after book.

This is a prequel to Hot Dom, Cold Sub, and Nash is somewhat in the same way as Rafe. Tired of the same old sub and in need of more. He bids on Paul, a sweet, fresh sub during the Christmas auction.

Paul is very new to a lot of things. Sex. BDSM. But one thing comes natural. Serving a Master. He was nervous about following orders but wants what only Nash gives to him. Nash is known as a Master that loves pain and edge play. He likes to push his domination to the limits and he likes subs that can take what he gives.

Seeing the exchange between the virginal Paul and very dominant Nash was so sweet! I loved watching Nash melt faster than the snow hitting hot skin. He wasn't cold-hearted but very sure of his control. Seeing him try to keep his feelings tied down around Paul was pure delight to read. It's been a while since I have read a new author and totally wanted more. Now, I have two new authors I love!

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Monday, February 21, 2011

New Releases From H.C. Brown

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Cyborg Doms: Fane

Genre: BDSM, Time Travel, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Erotic Romance

M/M, M/M/M, M/F, M/F/ M

Fane Jacobs, or 636, is a genetically and robotically enhanced human, trapped on Terros 9 in 3010 with a psychopathic owner, Gryd. His duty is to entertain Gryd's guests with his skill with the whip and his twin cocks. Denied satisfaction, his dreams are filled with the image of a sweet sub. Cyborgs have no rights on Terros 9. After his friend, Jace, is pack-raped by a group of male guests, Fane and Jace steal a starship, and travel back in time to Earth in 2040. Jace goes looking for a night with the right man, while Fane explores the city. He goes to the aid of a woman being attacked and is shot. The woman resembles the sub from his dreams. What will happen when the woman, Dr. Tamara Bright, discovers his integrated neural matrix and other enhancements on the Bio Scanner? Will she turn away or will she fall for the deliciously, handsome cyborg?


Jace turned toward the other end of the bar and sauntered through the swinging doors to join the gay doms. He ordered a beer, snagged a private booth, and then turned his attention to the dance floor. Oh yeah. How long had he fantasized having a sweet sub or two of his own? For one hour or one damn night, he did not care. He leaned back against the booth, inhaled the heavy scent of man, and checked them out. The Whips' house subs wore cute, gold whip earrings. They would be approachable, one-night-stand guys. Sipping his beer, Jace cast his gaze over the dancers. There were two barely legal, sweet things dancing together. He watched them sway to the music, their bare asses moving seductively under leather chaps. The dancers turned as one to reveal semi-hard cocks. Both men wore ball separators, and Jace's mouth watered at the sight of their red, restrained balls. His gaze travelled up to pierced nipples on hairless chests. One man had braided two long strands of his raven hair with beads in the style of an ancient warrior. The other had blond, cherub-like curls. Jace rubbed his cock slowly while its twin remained nestled inside, twitching for release. He enjoyed the caress of the leather against his naked shaft, and the restriction of the skin-tight pants heightened his pleasure.

His gaze travelled to the cherub. The man could move. His sexy, petite body undulated to the music. Jace sighed. That delightful bit of ass was not a house sub.Damn. Jace shrugged. What the hell—one night was all he would give this pair. Warrior Braids met his gaze. The man's eyes drifted down and stopped on the prominent bulge in Jace's pants. Jace moved across the floor and stood in front of the two men. "Get into my booth."

Jace turned and walked away. He paused in front of his booth to wait for the two subs to follow. Both men fell to their knees inside the booth, heads bowed. Jace ran his fingers through the cherub's curls. "Stand."

Drawing a deep breath, Jace met the sub's expressive, cornflower blue eyes. The sub immediately dropped his gaze. Long, brown lashes brushed his rose-blushed cheeks.

God help me, Jace thought. He's glorious. "Name."

"Lucian, master." He clasped his hands behind his back.

Jace could not remember seeing a sub so afraid; Lucian shook in his boots.

Why are you here, Lucian? Look at me. You may speak freely."

"It's my first time in the club, master. Dominic has trained me how to please you, master."

Casting a glance at Warrior Braids, Jace inclined his head toward the kneeling man. "You're Dominic, I assume?"

That's all I need—a sub trained by a sub. Jace ran his hands down Lucian's chest. He bent to pull at the nipple ring with his lips. Hell, he wanted to pet the sweet thing, offer him the world, and spank his delicious ass. Maybe tomorrow, after he had slaked his lust. He ran his tongue around the flat nipple, then trailed a wet path up the bare chest to Lucian's neck. He sucked at the throbbing vein there. Under his tongue, Lucian trembled, and a rush of air escaped his lips on a soft moan. Jace's cock began to throb. Fuck, the man's musky scent hit him like a potent aphrodisiac. He craved an innocent to train, but not tonight. Right now, he needed to dominate and take. Lifting his head, he gazed into Lucian's flushed face and shook his head slowly. Although Jace would no doubt regret not claiming Lucian's sweet ass, right now he had more pressing needs. "Go back to the dance floor," he told him, "and send me a house sub."

He noted Lucian's dejected expression.

"Have you tasted a flogger?" Jace asked.

"No, master." Lucian dropped his gaze.

Jace ran a hand through his hair. Too sweet, he thought. Too innocent. An accident waiting to happen. "Before you get into a scene, make sure you inform your dom about your lack of experience. Have a safe word and use it. Now go, I need some experienced ass."

Turning his attention on Dominic, Jace took the flogger from his belt and rested it on Dominic's bare shoulder. "You have broken a rule. Only a dom is permitted to train a sub. See the damage you've done? Lucian will get hurt; doms will expect him to know the different levels of submission. You've put that sweet sub in danger. He has no idea of the rules. I have a very special punishment for you, but for now—lick my boots."

Jace watched the dance floor; Lucian wove his way through the dancers, his blond curls glistening in the overhead lights. A few moments later, a small, fine-boned man with almond-shaped eyes headed toward the booth. The man wore a small leather thong and nothing else to cover his clear, unblemished skin. The sub's dark eyes met Jace's gaze briefly, and then the man dropped to his knees. Jace tapped him on the head with his flogger. "Name."

"Master, I am Lee, and I am experienced for your pleasure."

Lifting his chin, Jace inhaled the heavy musk in the room. Ah, nothing like the smell of pure, unadulterated sex. He looked down at the men at his feet. "What is your safe word?"

The subs glanced furtively at each other.

"We usually use challenge, master," said Lee.

Trailing the long leather tails of the flogger down Lee's back, Jace took in the sub's glossy, black hair and his soft, almost feminine body. Mentally, he began to plan the scene. His balls ached at the thought of having both of them. "Get up, and go to room three."

Jace followed the two men from the bar and down a dark passageway. The subs stopped partway down the hall. They stood to one side of a heavy, studded, wooden door and waited for him to enter. Jace brushed by the two blushing subs and entered the dimly lit dungeon. They followed obediently, and stood to one side, their eyes fixed on the stone floor.

With the door locked, Jace walked around the dungeon, lighting short, fat candles in the standing candelabras. The dungeon was better than he had expected. Chains hung from the ceiling. Benches, mats, and wooden frames of every description occupied much of the huge room's floor space. Whips and paddles adorned a wall. The heavy smell of candle wax and the weird, droning music completed the picture. Hell, everything to tempt a dom into action. Nice.

After selecting two pairs of cuffs from an assortment of gear on a table, he cuffed both men, then he stood back to look at them.

"Remove the ball separators." He waited until they complied. "Kiss."

The subs looked at him, mouths agape. Jace took a whip from the wall and cracked it. "Kiss and I want to see lots of tongue."

Jace opened his pants and stroked his shaft. Oh yeah, there was nothing like watching a hot, steamy kiss to kick things off and get the blood moving. He smiled. Dominic took charge and plunged his long fingers into Lee's hair to drag him closer. The kiss was intense, hot, and wet. Lee made little mewing sounds, and after a few seconds, they were both hard, their cocks rubbing together like sabers in a sword fight.

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The Vane: Shifters & Demons

Genre:Paranormal Erotic Romance

M/M, M/M/F menage, exhibitionism.


When bad boy alpha, Prince Dallin and his lover, Stryker, go 2000 years into the past to rescue Lailii, a Spellweaver, they didn't plan on being captivated by the petite, delicate female.

Strong willed and determined to survive, Lailii has no option but to go with the two stunningly handsome men. Within hours, she finds herself in a world of big cat shifters and sizzling, uninhibited sex. Betrayed by a king to whom she owes no loyalty, she struggles to survive and acclimate herself in a strange, new land. And when a demon follows Lailii into the future, Dallin and Stryker must work together to keep their new lover safe.

Stryker followed Dallin from the great hall. His stomach unclenched. Lady's blood, he had met King Leopold. The leader of all the Prides within the lands of the Twelve Gates had accepted him into his home. The days of sneaking from the barracks to meet Dallin were over. Gods, be praised.

With a grin, he took in the man walking beside him. The crown prince was the epitome of a Vane, the ruling Pride of white tiger shifters. Massive in build, he walked with authority. Black hair fell like water to brush his shoulders The silken mass framed a face only a god could have created, to hold amethyst eyes flecked with green and silver opalescence. Stryker's gaze dropped from Dallin's broad shoulders to his trim waist, and then down to strong thighs cased in a skintight material, woven by the Fae to resemble leather. He knew the feel of those strong thighs pressing against him. One whiff of his lover's unique scent sent him into rapture. He touched his lips at the memory of Dallin's demanding kiss. The taste of the prince lingered on his tongue.

"Do you mind if I see her alone?" Dallin stopped at the top of a flight of stairs. "I have some crawling to do."

Drawn from his thoughts, Stryker blinked. He cleared his throat and met Dallin's gaze. "Sure. I'll hang around and wait. What do you think the king has planned for us at the waterfall?"

"I'm guessing hot, pride females and a ménage ceremony." Dallin winked. "My father may be old but he does encourage us to have frequent sex with a variety of females. How else would a male learn to cope with a female in Moonfire? One needs experience. It's the same in most Prides."

Stryker nodded in agreement. "I agree, but it's after the mating that troubles me. My father insists all will be well, but do you honestly believe one female will satisfy us both?"

"After we bite our chosen mate and she us, all desire for another will fade." Dallin placed a hand on Stryker's shoulder. "It is the Lady's way. Once our childseed is released we are bound to one female for life."

They moved along a passageway with windows down one side. At the end, two guards stood to attention. The open door to the king's solar revealed a large, opulent room. The queen sat beside a massive, marble fireplace, her feet encased in red slippers supported by a large, blue silk cushion. She glanced toward the door, and her face creased in a wide smile. Dallin threw a mischievous grin at Stryker and strode into the room, closing the door behind him.

The guards' stony expressions remained neutral; only their eyes flicked toward Stryker. He turned and rested his head on the windowpane. His breath clouded the view of the spectacular rose garden below. With a sigh, he straightened his shoulders and looked out on the familiar landscape. So much had happened since his father sent him to train as a warrior in the king's army. Well, in truth, the king offered him the chance to ride with the elite Vane Patrol after he defeated six of his warriors in a mock battle. Stryker grinned. At eighteen, he thought he was invincible—until he met Dallin.

Friendship followed the long training sessions at Vane Castle. Stryker's heart missed a beat. The memory of becoming Dallin's lover was still fresh in his mind. He grew hard, and turned away from the guards. Hell, that night had branded his lust meter for all time. Okay, like most Pride males of their age, they liked to share females, rolling off one and then onto the other. That night, only one female came to Dallin's bedchamber. The thrill of them taking her, both at the same time, had blown his mind. The first brush of thighs, the touch of cock against cock, and then the first hot, wet kiss had sealed their fate.

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Five kisses for Floggers' Holiday Sale

Floggers' Holiday Sale by Stormy Glenn & H.C. BrownPDFPrintE-mail
Written by Tina
Wednesday, 02 February 2011

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Title: Floggers' Holiday Sale
Author: Stormy Glenn & H.C. Brown
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Publication date: December 2010
ISBN: 978-1-60592-220-1
Pages: 141
Series: N/A
Reviewer: Tina

Heat Level:  M/M - anal & oral sex, BDSM elements

In Hot Dom, Cold Sub by Stormy Glenn, Rafe is a very picky Dom. He is also a very serious one. Danny will do anything to become his sub, even study his wants and desires. When Danny finally catches Rafe’s attention, he must put all his training to use and seduce the dom of his dreams into wanting him forever.

Hot Dom, Cold Sub is really well done. The chemistry between Rafe and Danny is really electric. I appreciated how Danny was willing to work for the man he loves and how Rafe is seduced while he thinks he is the one doing the seducing. It is nice to see the tables turned on Rafe. From the witty title to the hotter than sin chemistry, I really can say I just wished this story didn’t have to end.

In Dominate Me by H.C. Brown, Nash Mage likes living on the edge. When his sub Damien leaves him, Nash is devastated. Damien might have been a control freak but Nash loved him. Now he must put his life back together and find a replacement for Damien. Lucky for him, Paul Martin is young and looking for a dom to teach him the ropes. Nash knows he is just the dom to do it.

Dominate Me also takes place in the same locale, with many of the same characters that we found in Hot Dom, Cold Sub, and because of that the stories blended well together. I found that refreshing, and I hope to see many more stories like that in the anthology form.

Nash is a caring, loyal and deeply feeling dominate. When he loves, he loves with his whole being. Paul is a sub new to the game, but he loves like Nash does, whole-heartedly, and I really loved watching them fall in love.

Overall, Floggers’ Holiday Sale is a steamy-hot, well-written read that I really enjoyed tremendously. I would love to see these two authors team up again; they write amazing stories together and I really hope to read many more from them.