Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Happy Ever After Review for Hawke's Purr-fect Mate

Review: Hawke's Purr-fect Mate by H.C. Brown

Hawke's Purr-fect Mate by H.C. Brown

Publisher: Noble Romance
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Heat Rating: 2



Deliciously handsome, insatiable, alpha male Hawke of Knight Watch has a reputation for having a voracious and varied sex life. However, his ability to attract streams of men and women to his bed comes into question when he meets the mysterious Ice Princess, Lydia.

Lydia, born of both Fae and Pride, has a secret. Unable to chance the man of her dreams discovering the truth about her, she publicly refuses the handsome Prince Hawke.

Disillusioned and heart sore, Hawke must fight the battle of his life against the dogs invading his realm, and for the love of his true mate.

Wendy's Review

Even though I usually don't read this type of book I found that H.C. Brown takes you into another realm of life. The imagination that he uses in writing this book kept me on the edge of my seat.

I liked how he wrote the story around one man and brought him together with his mate and the man who could bring him fulfillment.

Lydia wanted Hawke but was too afraid to show her true self but when she was with him she couldn't understand the lust she had for Nox. Nox accepted that he loved Hawke but knew that to have him he had to accept Lydia.

Bringing in adventure, lust and animal instincts has you wanting more.

If you enjoy animal magnetism and adventure then this book is a good read.

4 Tea Cups!

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Seriously Reviewed- Betrothed to the Enemy- H.C. Brown

Betrothed to the Enemy by H C Brown

Story: 9.5
Presentation: 8.5
Total: 18
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Historical Erotic
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Blurb: After her father’s death at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Angela of Parr is defenseless. Dragged from her estate and taken to London, she finds herself at the mercy of a ruthless Norman king.

William, the new king of England, plans to repay his loyal knights by offering them marriage to the landed Saxon ladies. Angela has no love for the Normans, but when she meets Sir Damien de Anesi she is instantly smitten and puts her reputation in jeopardy by secretly meeting with the handsome young Norman knight.

Their love blossoms until King William betroths Angela to a depraved old man and Sir Damien is forced to choose between his loyalty to his liege and his love for Lady Angela.

Review: Ms. Brown does an amazing job of capturing the reader and drawing her into the story. The characters are well-developed as is the plot. Little details enrich the story and lend authenticity to the setting. The love scenes are nicely done. Who knew knights and maidens could be so creative and naughty?

My favorite aspect of the story were the conflicts. First, Lady Angela was forced to deal with a new king who was not only responsible for the death of her father, but was also threatening to take her lands. Then there’s the conflict that arises when she finds herself attracted to a Norman. And, or course, there’s the jealousy and insecurity that go hand-in-hand with new love. Throw in the huge obstacle of a forced betrothal to a depraved old man, and you’ve got a winner!

So, why not a 10? Well, I wanted more, a little more description and a little more conflict in certain places.

Can’t wait to read more offerings from Ms. Brown!


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Interview and book giveaway

Join me in my guise as  Pia Moonglow for my  first Australian interview  to celebrate my first published YA novel Don't Press Enter

I have a copy of Don't Press Enter  to give away.

See you there

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Visit HC Brown's New Web Page

Well...finally I have the first page of my NEW web page up and running.

I do hope you will drop by for a visit :-)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


A Taste of Nox- Free Read

What happens next? Find out in

Hawke's Purr-fect Mate

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Whipped Cream Review for Red Roses & Shattered Glass

Red Roses & Shattered Glass Anthology

Red Roses and Shattered Glass Anthology by H.C. Brown, Indigo Skye, Justine Elyot, Mindy MacKay, Gianna Simone, J.S. Wayne
Publisher: Noble Romance
Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal
Length: Short Story (108 pgs)
Other: BDSM, M/F, F/F, Spanking
Rating: 4 cherries
Reviewed by Mistletoe

A Fantasy to Remember by H.C. Brown

Mia is the typical quiet, responsible librarian. However, behind the scenes, she enjoys a rollicking hot sex life with her six-foot-five, delicious husband. They love to role-play in a variety of kinky and sometimes dangerous situations. On her way home one night, a masked stranger abducts her. Should she fear for her life, or is this her greatest fantasy?

My Demon Lover by Indigo Skye

When Caitlin moves to a new apartment, her downstairs neighbor Damian welcomes her to the neighborhood with a bang. After he disappears, leaving only a Tarot card behind, she discovers his true nature. Will they meet again for one, last, hot night together? Or will Caitlin find new love?

Consorting by Justine Elyot

The responsibilities of royalty weigh heavy, and the time has come for Queen Lucasta to choose a husband. Her three suitors seek to impress in and out of the bedroom, but what does she really want from a consort? Will she take the safe path and risk accepting the offer from a man who promises little more than mindless pleasure and sycophantic flattery? Or will Queen Lucasta hold out long enough to learn that giving up control will earn her delights beyond measure.

The Innocent by Mindy MacKay

Jason, underling of an endangered vampire coven, seeks refuge in a cross-country road trip with his human consort, Ashleigh. Before they reach their destination though, Jason receives news that could change the course of their trip and the course of Ashleigh's life--that is, unless she has anything to say about it.

Bound for Love by Gianna Simone

Two years after her master left her, Nina is ready to test the waters and find a new one. Deciding familiarity will help ease her back into the scene, she returns to the BDSM club where she first met Zane.

Zane has spent the last two years full of regret for walking out on Nina. When she appears in the club the same night he returns, he thinks his dreams may have come true. But how will he convince her he's ready to accept her on her terms? Will Nina be able to resist him and avoid having her heartbroken a second time?

Espiritu Sancti by J.S. Wayne

When Isabel Roquefale earns a scholarship to study in Romania, she's thrilled. As a lifelong devotee of vampire legend, the opportunity is a dream come true. While she's there, she encounters the beautiful Lilliana. Something about the woman calls to Isabel, stirring her blood and her desire in ways she's never known and compelling her to offer herself completely to Lilliana.

But Lilliana has a secret; one that Isabel pays a tragic price to learn. When Isabel awakens in Lilliana's ancestral mausoleum, at first, she believes it's a hideous practical joke. She quickly learns otherwise. And both women are about to learn that some desires survive even death.

This anthology is full of six great reads. Each author writes a story in their own style yet they each revolve around a common thread: strong characters who love with all their heart and give themselves to those they love. Not many of us have the chance or the trust to give ourselves to another yet each one of these people did just that.

In A Fantasy To Remember by H. C. Brown we meet a quiet librarian who is much more than what she seems. Mia and her husband share a special bond and enjoy a wonderful sex life. One night after work she is abducted and made to do the things of her fantasies. Mia must find out if the masked stranger is her husband or not, especially as she begins to enjoy what she's being made to do. I really enjoyed seeing the trust and love that Mia had in her husband. Their relationship was a strong one that not many ever find. Even though the sex is hot between the two we can see the love that shines off of the pages between these two.

Another story in the book was Bound for Love by Gianna Simone. In this story we meet Nina two long years after Zane has left her. She is a strong woman but she is still hurting. When Zane shows up at the BDSM club as well, Nina is ready to run. I really enjoyed watching Nina and Zane come to terms with their past and decide if they could move forward. The two are a wonderful couple who lost their way and find love again. These two seemed to have never lost their bond of trust and love making this a beautiful read. Both Nina and Zane are so full of sadness in the beginning of this story but in the end they are full of love, showing us all that true love never really dies.

My Demon Lover by Indigo Skye was a beautiful story about a woman who moves into a new apartment and finds her new neighbor,Damian, very intriguing. After spending time alone with him she finds herself falling for him. How far will Caitlin go when she finds out the truth about Damian? Watching Caitlin suffer and want for Damian made this story a very emotional read. I enjoyed seeing the love that grew between Caitlin and Damian. Both are so full of emotion and depth that it made me feel just as strongly as they did. The love that these two find makes us see that love has no boundaries.

In the story Consorting by Justine Elyot we meet a queen looking for a king. Who will she choose out of the three suitors? Each of them has a specialty to share with her and from there she must make a choice. I liked seeing Queen Lucasta find and enjoy herself. While she does enjoy all three men she finds her true consort gives her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. Lucasta is a strong woman who learns that even if a woman is not in control she is still a strong woman. It was nice to see that even though she is controlled in the bedroom, Nicomal will stand by her outside of it. I liked seeing a couple knowing when and willing to let their control go.

The Innocent by Mindy MacKay is a story about a vampire and his human consort. Jason and Ashleigh are on a road trip to find a safe haven. During their trip they find out many things about each other as well as whom they perceived as the enemy. I enjoyed seeing the two figure things out and what their feelings were for each other. With a few twists and turns this story was an engaging read. The bond that the two have was very strong and they were willing to believe in their love and never give up on each other no matter what.

In the story Espiritu Sancti by J.S. Wayne we meet a young woman who is studying in Romania and falls in love with a local woman. The love that develops between Isabel and Lilliana was a sweet read. Each woman is strong on her own but together they make an invincible couple. Each woman is willing to give their all to the other. Isabel finds her true self and explores her feelings. I enjoyed seeing a relationship build between the two. We see right from the start the emotional bond that the two have and seeing the love that they have for each other made for a nice read.

I really enjoyed this book. Each story was a quick and interesting read that kept me entertained all the way to the end. It was nice reading one of my favorite authors and being able to find some new ones. 


Friday, June 10, 2011

Off Line

I'm going to be off line until Monday.
Starting to organise my new web page and dot com how exciting :-)

Catch you later

Sunday, June 5, 2011

In My World-H.C. Brown

Thanks for your emails :-) I love to hear from you all. Here is the update I promised.

A Tryst of Fate is completed, I'll put it aside for a week and then begin to polish the m/s. This is an erotic M/M time travel/historical set in the Georgian era in London. Charismatic art dealer Colt Samuels is restoring a house in London.  Drawn to the sad expression of a  portrait of Lord Alexander Swift, he experiences a deep longing to comfort the sweet man. The connection across the centuries is so strong Colt is thrown back in time and the impact is as hot as hell.

Hurt Me Good-  BDSM M/M Erotic-... Have mercy......this story is too hot even for me :-) * fans herself* This will be completed in July if my laptop doesn't melt.

Following on the story  from Hawke's Purr-fect Mate I am deep in the magical world of the Fae with Nox - Pride Brothers #5. Nox  reveals a secret to King Blaise of Knight Watch, one that will take the King of the Faerie across the realms to the land of  the dragons. With long time lover, Allure the Fair, at his side, Nox must leave Hawke and the pregnant Lydia to fight for a sweet Faerie he thought lost to him hundreds of years ago.
 Forsaken by the Great One, Nox  will meet his greatest challenges and make choices that will change the world of the Fae forever.

Just to clear up a point;-
 I had a comment about Hawke's Purr-fect Mate saying that Hawke wouldn't be faithful to his mate and had not made a commitment to Lydia.....All I can say is if you  know my Prides the males cannot be unfaithful once mated to a female, they and bound to each other for eternity. Hawke's desire for males  and for Nox is apart from this bond... my Prides are cats with all the promiscuity a cat would have and believe me after breeding Siamese for 30 years I can tell you males are not particular who they hump.
In my  worlds  anything goes, my Prides, and Fae can bed anyone, any sex in any amount they like UNTIL they are mated.
 The Lady Boda in my stories  gave the Prides ' The Lady's Curse' this makes the males bound to their mate and unable to have sex  with another female...and so removes the cat instinct to hump anything they fancy.

 BTW for the true believers:

Hawke's Purr-fect Mate #4 in the Pride Brothers Series is now available at

 Noble Romance:https://nobleromance.com/Books/267
 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hawkes-Purr-fect-Pride-Brothers-ebook/dp/B00546CR1K/ref=sr_1_19?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1307240342&sr=1-19


Deliciously handsome, insatiable, alpha male Hawke of Knight Watch has a reputation for having a voracious and varied sex life. However, his ability to attract streams of men and women to his bed comes into question when he meets the mysterious Ice Princess, Lydia.

Lydia, born of both Fae and Pride, has a secret. Unable to chance the man of her dreams discovering the truth about her, she publicly refuses the handsome Prince Hawke.
Disillusioned and heart sore, Hawke must fight the battle of his life against the dogs invading his realm, and for the love of his true mate.
Reader Rating:  starstarstarstarstar (3 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   lipliplipliplip

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Personal entry: King Blaise of Knight Watch

Spring brings the yearly scenting of females for the Knight Watch. I hope with all my heart Hawke finds his mate this season. I have concerns over my youngest brother, Jannus, who recently returned from Lioness. My mother raised him under the supervision of females. Jannus reached his majority two years ago and yet refused to join me here at Feltich Castle. Nox, the King of the Fae, insists the boy possesses a rare magyck and has watched over him in my stead.

In the mountains bordering, the Land of the Five Gates, a rogue Gate opened yesterday, causing the Lonza Pride great concern. I have sent Dare with a small battalion to watch over any attempt to breach our realm. I have faith the Lady protects us all.

Chapter One


Hawke opened one eye. Gods, his head ached like a bitch, and his tongue stuck to the top of his mouth. He yawned, then licked the taste of female arousal from his lips. The pungent aroma from many hours of sex filled the warm, humid air. He grinned, slid his palm over the soft, round buttocks of the female lying beside him, and then pushed the long, raven hair from the back of the Fae male sleeping on his chest. What a sinful night. He and the Fae twins, Dray and Dominic, had made the impulsive decision to visit the Demon's Den Tavern in Dryad. The week before the Scenting, females from every realm traveled to Dryad, seeking long nights of passion.

He ran his tongue around his teeth and sighed, enjoying the multitude of tastes he found. Inside his mind, his cat purred in sated contentment. Hawke lifted his head and gazed into Dray's sleepy, green eyes. "Good morning."

"It will be a very good morning." Dray moved his warm mouth against Hawke's chest, nipping at his flat nipples. "I need you again."

Hawke grew instantly hard. Dray's dark hair brushed across Hawke's skin in a silken caress. He met the Faerie's deep, green gaze and his mind filled with the image of driving his tongue deep inside the Fae's soft mouth. Dear Lady, he could not get enough of the Fae twins. Dominic rose from the end of the bed, flashed Hawke a cheeky grin, and then lowered his sweet, wet mouth to his cock. Hawke purred with pleasure; the twins always took care of him.

Fleeting memories crossed his mind, although in truth, most of the previous evening had leaked from his memory. Wine had flowed in great abundance, and the females, Lady's blood, had begged for his attention. Rolling his hips to enjoy Dominic's hot mouth, he tried to sequence the events of the evening.
He vaguely remembered taking the twins and at least two females to his bed last night. He wracked his alcohol-frizzled brain for a name, any name to match the female with the tempting, golden ass under his palm. Angela? Annabel? No, she was the one with the silver braids. Suzanna?

The room crackled with energy, and a Circle of Light shattered the stillness. Hawke groaned and stared into the angry face of his brother, King Blaise of Knight Watch. Standing beside him, with a bemused expression, stood Nox, the King of the Faerie. Great, a delegation of kings. Look at them, dressed in black with faces like prunes.

The Fae twins jumped off the bed and fell to their knees uttering apologies. The female slept on in blissful ignorance, curled with her smooth back, away from him. Hawke grunted his objection and reached down to drag a sheet over his nakedness. He heard Blaise's sharp intake of breath, turned his back on the kings, and buried his face in the pillow.

* * * * *

Blaise rolled his eyes. What could he to do with his brother? To find a prince in a brothel when plenty of females resided in the castle gave the wrong impression to the people of Dryad. Of late, his brother had become more cat than man. In truth, Hawke constantly prowled around looking for sex, and not many males or females escaped his charm. The twins practically lived at the castle. Blaise had no idea why Hawke needed to seek out the company of harlots, gauged on the constant stream of lovers climbing the stairs to Hawke's bedroom. Blaise ground his teeth. Somehow, his brother encouraged Nox as a lover, too. His hands clenched into fists. He glared at the back of Hawke's golden head. "Don't ignore me, I know you're awake. Have you forgotten the Scenting?"

"No . . . but I'm having too much fun here." Hawke lifted his head and glowered at Blaise. "Can't you just leave me alone?" He met Nox's emerald gaze, and a seductive smile curled his lips. "You can stay."

Flaring his nostrils, Blaise growled deep in his chest. The room stunk of sweat, sex, and spoiled wine. Bottles of Miza littered the floor, spilling sticky trails of red across the polished wood. He kicked a path through the clothes, strewn in piles around the room, and made his way closer to the bed. In a blink, the Fae twins vanished from sight. Blaise turned to look at Nox, who lifted one broad shoulder before tossing him a wink.

Blaise leaned over the bed and shook Hawke's arm. "I'm taking you home now; have you forgotten who you are? Is this any way for a Knight Watch prince and the commander of my army to behave?"

"For the Lady's sake stop screaming at me." Hawke pulled a tub of lube from under the pillow and set it on the nightstand. "I'm not a cub. I'm off duty and am entitled to do as I please. And for your information, I'm extremely happy not having a mate."

Blaise dragged the sheet off Hawke and his companion. "Many have traveled from the far reaches of the Five Gates to bring their daughters to Feltich Castle. You're the prize they seek. Do you dishonor me by not attending?"

"Shut the hell up." The female opened her eyes. She sat up and blinked at Nox. "Heavens, am I supposed to do you as well? Not on an empty stomach, I won't. A girl needs to eat you know. Well, don't just stand there get me some food."

Nox raised a brow at Blaise. "I'm sorry, whores don't get breakfast."

Blaise shook his head and reached into his pocket for a gold coin. He dropped it on the bed and turned to Nox. "Get us out of here before I do something I regret."

* * * * *

Nox grinned. Hawke had a sexy way of looking at him that turned his knees to jelly. His cock certainly had a mind of its own when it came to Hawke. To be honest, the prince's seductive, crooked smile and his smoldering gaze could lure lovers from twenty paces. He knew instinctively which males enjoyed man love—Hawke never made a mistake in that direction.

He sighed; in truth, he wanted Hawke and silently wished the mate he chose would join the cozy relationship he had with Hawke and Allure the Fair. Allure, however, constantly insisted Nox find his own mate. He considered this idea for a split second and gazed back at Hawke's blatant invitation. He met the man's royal blue eyes and nodded slightly. "You stink. I believe an hour or so in the hot spring would be most beneficial."

"What have you done with the twins?" Hawke slid to the edge of the bed. He turned his attention to the female, who had dragged a sheet around her nakedness, the gold coin clutched in one hand. "You should leave, Nox here, might just change you into a toad." He flashed Nox a mischievous grin and pulled on his pants.

Nox waited until the female collected her clothes and fled the room. He flared his nostrils. The rich, musky smell in the room excited him. The heady allure of Hawke's unique scent drew him like a sexual magnet. The sight of the delicious male, naked and aroused, made his mouth water. Gods, he could not drag his gaze away from Hawke's golden skin. He caught Blaise's angry gaze and cleared his throat. "The twins will be back after the Scenting."

He drew a Circle of Light and stood to one side, allowing Blaise to drag Hawke through the shimmering space. Nox picked up Hawke's distinctive black, silver studded boots and followed them into the hot springs at Feltich Castle.

* * * * *


Lydia sat on a mossy rock and combed her long, midnight hair. Sunlight warmed her face and a light breeze carried the sweet perfume of bluebells from deep in the forest. The river, heavy with the melted snow from the mountains, lapped at her feet. Spring burst across the countryside, from the golden heads of primrose, to the vivid, green shoots abundant on every branch of the trees.

The midday sun's rays warmed her body like a lover's caress. Her mind turned again to Hawke. How strange to see his proud, black leopard in her forest, marking his territory in blissful abandon. Then to witness him morph and plunge into the river to wash off the blood of his kill. Hawke's pungent scent had driven her cat into a frenzy, and she'd barely prevented the beast taking over and running to the Knight Watch prince.

Lydia had run, keeping downwind, but since their brief encounter, Hawke constantly invaded her thoughts. Breaking every rule in the Book of the Fae, she used her powers to walk in dreamscape to get closer to him. Taking the place of females in his dreams, she had enjoyed his hard body, night after night. She knew his scent, the feel of his skin under her fingers. The taut muscles of his forearms surrounding her, his kiss, dear Lady, she knew the taste of him. Her face grew hot, and her gaze darted from side to side. Gods, if anyone found out she possessed such magyck . . . let alone used it on a prince. She shook her head—how could anyone know?

Lydia gazed at the flowing water, and her mind relived the moment the prince rose from the river. He mesmerized her with his tall, muscular body, his golden skin, and the shank of platinum hair curling down his back. Hawke of Knight Watch had become her destiny. Spring had arrived, and his cat called to her, demanding her presence.

The picturesque river flowed swiftly below the weeping willows. It brushed against the bank, and collecting the last, brown, winter leaves, transported them like boats to the waiting coast. She gazed at Bo and smiled. Last summer, he had become a wonderful friend. If things had been different, he would have made a considerate lover. She loved his windblown, russet colored hair, his turned up nose, and those delightfully long, pointed ears. How she wished he could be her mate.

Panic clenched her stomach. She turned to Bo and gripped his arm. "Run away with me; we can live in the forest."

"No, the guards will find us. You have no choice but to do your uncle's bidding." Bo dipped his toes in the flowing water and looked at her mournfully. "The cravings for Hawke won't stop, Lydia. If your cat believes I'm the obstacle in your path, she will soon break free and kill me. You're losing more control of the beast every day."

"You know I can't accept him, no matter how I feel. I would disgrace the Night Watch. It's not as if he's a normal Pride male."

"Do you think I want to see you with another?" Bo gazed at Lydia, his eyes deep, green pools of sadness. "Unbitten, you will never have a cub with me, and if you could, your family would never accept an Elf into their Pride." He moved to her side and slipped his arm around her shoulder. "You have to go to the Scenting or they will hunt you down and drag you there."

Lydia placed a hand on his thigh and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm not strong enough to fight against his scent. One whiff and I crave him. Lady help me if he takes me and then finds out . . . ."

She looked up into the Elf's eyes and saw the pain etched there. She cared deeply for Bo and hated to see him hurt. What can I do? She touched his face. "I crave the scent, but in truth, I know little about the man."

"It's not within our power to go against the Lady's wishes." Bo took Lydia's hand. "I care for you, but I've always known you would be mated to a Pride."

Lydia sighed. "I know deep in my heart that Hawke will reject me the second he discovers the truth."

"How will you survive without him?" Bo rubbed the back of Lydia's hand with the pad of his thumb. "When you've inhaled his scent you will suffer the pain of separation. In truth, I believe you suffer this now."

She stared across the river to the yellow and black ducks nesting in the waving reeds. "Under certain circumstances, there is a way to stop the cravings. Nox has powerful magyck to deal with such things. His lover, Allure the Fair, is my mother's cousin. When Hawke refuses me, my mother will send word to him, and Lady willing, with Nox's help, the hunger will stop."

"If you plan to go against your family's wishes and consider a relationship with me, you must allow him to bite you. Once bitten, you will be able to accept my childseed." Bo bent to kiss her cheek. "And a rejected female may choose her mate. It's our only chance to be together."

Lydia shuddered and buried her face in her hands. "No, I can't let him bite me. If that happens, all the feelings, I have for you will be gone. I'll belong to him—body and soul. I'm sorry . . . I can't risk losing your friendship, Bo. If they force me to attend the Scenting, I'll try to avoid him."

"It hurts me to say this, but if the Lady made you for Hawke, why would you believe he would reject you?" Bo ran a hand through his windswept hair.

Lifting her chin, Lydia met his gaze. "He is so perfect . . . a warrior of the highest standing. He is the King's right hand in the militia. Can you really see him proudly escorting me on his arm? I'm deformed. My cat's a freak."

"No, you are the most beautiful female in all of Doucheron." Bo rubbed the back of his neck. "Your cat is the sleekest feline. How could you say such a thing?"

Lydia met his gaze and shrugged out of her dress. "Why would a prince want to mate with this?"

* * * * *

The next second, the air around Lydia shimmered and her white tiger broke free with a roar. The cat turned its gaze on Bo and crouched, every muscle tense beneath its silken, white coat. Bo froze and watched her open silver, diaphanous wings. With one bound, she took to the air. The cat circled over the river and landed in a tree twenty paces downstream on the edge of the woods. She awed him with her magnificence.

Bo picked up Lydia's discarded clothes, walked to the bottom of the ancient, oak tree, and stared up at her. "This doesn't solve anything."

The big cat flashed its iridescent, green eyes, folded its wings, and growled its discontent. Bo shook his head. "You're special—not a freak. Come down at once."

The big cat fluttered to his side, landing softly on the forest floor, and then shimmered back into Lydia. He smiled at her and offered her the pile of clothes. "That's better."

"No, it's not." She spun around to expose her back. "The cat got the perfect wings, and I got these. What male would look on these with love, Bo? Come on, tell me the truth."

Bo ran his fingers over the small set of black wings and watched them slip slowly into her back. Lydia had great beauty, with golden skin and a soft rounded bottom. She had long legs to encircle a male's waist, breasts like milk and honey. Her eyes, the color of the deepest green, set in the face of an angel. He wanted her love so badly, yet he could offer nothing more than friendship. He sighed, turned her to face him, and touched her hair, curling a silken strand around his finger. "Your wings are small but perfectly formed. I think they are delightful."

"Humph. Just like a male. I hate them." Tears poured down Lydia's cheeks. "So many Pride have mated with Fae, and no other came out like me. I'm not Pride, and I'm not Fae. How could I ever expect Hawke to make me his life mate?"

Without hesitation, Bo pulled her naked body against his chest. He pressed kisses across her cheeks. "I love you just the way you are. Don't worry. If your uncle forces you to go to the Scenting, I will follow close behind. When all is done with Hawke, if you still want a relationship with me, I'll go to Nox."

"It would be better for my mother to approach the problem with Allure. Why would you think he might assist you?" Lydia brushed at the tears on her cheeks.

Bo smiled. "Nox is the King of the Faerie; even a lowly Elf can ask him for help."

"And what if I succumb to Hawke, and he takes me for his mate." Lydia trembled in Bo's arms. "What will you do? You know if this happens, any affection I have for you will fade from my memory." She shook her head. "I cannot prevent this. It's the Lady's way."

Bo forced a smile. He took her shoulders and gazed into her beautiful face. How he valued their friendship. He wished she truly wanted him for her lover, but in his heart, he knew the truth. She belonged to a Pride. She must never know his true feelings. I love her enough to set her free. Lady give me strength. "I've always known this, but it will never prevent us being friends. Nothing will change. I'll return to my home." He raised a brow. "There is a male there who stirs my loins. He will make me very happy." No female will ever replace you in my heart.

A horse's whinny made him turn. Through the trees, a group of soldiers approached led by Lydia's uncle. Bo pushed his friend toward the cover of a dense honeysuckle bush. "Get dressed your uncle is coming."

"Go, I'll be okay," Lydia whispered.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling her scent and trapping it in his memory. "I'll follow you to Dryad."


By: H.C. Brown

Saturday, June 4, 2011

H.C. Brown as Pia Moonglow- Don't Press Enter

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Yeah okay so you  found out my alter ego is Pia Moonglow...don't be so shocked I wrote fantasy romance well before H.C. Brown emerged. So this is me without the heavy sex.... I really enjoyed writing this story....the warlock is a real hunk. This is  where my readers ( I love you guys) tell me they discovered  that me and Pia   are the same person LOL

A motorbike roared up the road, then came to a standstill directly
outside the building. The rider, dressed entirely in black, turned his head toward her, then slowly removed his helmet and hung it on the side mirror. His long, black hair escaped its confinement and cascaded down to his shoulders in a wave of black silk. Julia took a long breath and gazed, mouth agape, at the man's exceptionally handsome features. She met his gaze through the window. He winked and gave her a boyish grin.
Oh, crap, he saw me looking. She almost dropped dead on the spot with embarrassment but stood riveted, her gaze traveling to his broad shoulders and bulging biceps.
Julia forced her jaws to close and swallowed. His legs, encased in tight, black jeans, were long and muscular. He nonchalantly pulled out his IPod earbuds and slid from the motorbike like a long, black snake. With a toss of his magnificent hair, he headed for the door. Heart pounding, she dragged her gaze away. It took all her effort to stop her hand reaching in the desk drawer for her purse, the sudden need to apply lip-gloss paramount for survival. How could she possibly stand here a second longer? He had obviously seen her ogling him as if she had never seen a man before. No wonder he smiled, he would think her a pathetic looser. She stood and took off for the bathroom. Safely inside, she rested her hands on the washbasin and stared into the mirror at her flaming cheeks. That's right; make a fool of yourself. Boys hate girls who look desperate—well, the nice ones do anyway

Well here is  the usual Blurb and first chapter......hope you like it :-)  HC

He comes with icy breath each night, to seduce and to confuse. The demon wants Julia, and his sensual pull entices yet terrifies.Alone in the world, Julia is beginning to doubt her sanity. Who should she tell? Who can she trust?

Chapter One

So cold. Julia's breath came out in a rush of steam, her gaze drawn to the bay window. Through the gap in the open drapes, dark, angry clouds rolled across the sky, obscuring the waning moon. Frost crackled, creeping over the windowpane in a crisp, floral opaque mass. Icy tendrils slithered down her spine. Darkness smothered her like a shroud. She pulled the blankets over her shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut. No, not again . . . please . . . not again.
He was here—she knew it. So close, the familiar, sweet scent of violets filled her nostrils. Julia's throat tightened, cutting off a scream. She thrashed her head from side to side. Why can't I move my legs? A pair of glowing, red eyes loomed closer and long, sharp nails caressed her cheek. She bucked, pulled her head away, and writhed, dragging her heavier than normal body to the edge of the bed.

Breathe. She formed words in her mind and pushed them out between her lips in a whisper. "What . . . d-do y-you want?"

Laughter, deep and rumbling, rolled over her from every side. Julia's eyes opened wide and she searched the gloom. Where are you? Why are you doing this to me?

The next second, the moon burst from behind a racing, storm cloud. A ghostly, blue hue streamed through the bedroom window. Shadows danced across the room like hideous gargoyles. One remained still and menacing. Julia gasped; her heart threatened to burst through her chest. A tall figure stood at the foot of the bed, face concealed by a long, hooded cloak. One long, pale hand stretched toward her, palm up, an index finger beckoned.

"Come with me and you'll never be alone again. You need me, Julia." His deep sensual voice crooned inside her head.

Julia fought the overwhelming desire he evoked in her. This was so wrong—this was evil. Why did he make her feel this way? How? She shuddered. I won't go with you. Lightning flashed, and in that millisecond of bright light, Julia made out the cloak-shrouded face with its long, aristocratic nose and black, empty eyes. Struck dumb with fear, Julia clawed at the mattress to scramble away. Sheets smelling of fabric softener and sunshine, tangled around her legs like boa constrictors. The bed tipped, then rocked from side to side. Julia clung to the bedrail—scrambled to her knees. Under her, the mattress softened into a pit of quicksand, sucking her down, moving her closer to his outstretched hand. Her eyes widened in terror, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Somebody help me.

The next moment, clouds obscured the moon again, plunging the room into inky blackness. She opened her mouth again, trying desperately to drag air into her lungs—she must call for help.

"You know you belong to me, but I can wait." His voice echoed in the far reaches of her mind.

She gaped in protest. You can't have me; I'll never go with you. Julia lunged for the bedside lamp and switched it on. It burst into life, blinding her with its brilliance. Cold and soaked in sweat, Julia leapt from the bed. She ran, flipped the switch on the wall by the bedroom door, and flooded the room with light.

No man stood beside her bed, no sickly smell of violets filled her nostrils—nothing. She glanced furtively around the room. Everything was just as she had left it. A pile of clothes fresh from the dryer overflowed the small chair. Her cell phone rested in the charger on the nightstand. She wiped her damp hands on her pajama pants as she moved cautiously toward the window. With trembling fingers, she closed it and pressed her forehead against the cool glass.

Outside a midnight sky sparkled with a million stars. A summer breeze disturbed the treetops. Julia slumped against the wall, her fingers closing around the gold locket hanging from her neck. "It was just another bad dream—a very bad dream."

* * * * *

The next morning, Julia walked into the old, country style kitchen. The delightful smell of bread toasting made her stomach rumble. She took the offered blue and white, striped mug of steaming coffee from her friend, Laura, and sank into a kitchen chair. She ran a finger over the grain in the scrubbed, wooden, kitchen table and stared into space.

"Well don't you look great this morning?" Laura narrowed her caramel gaze then turned to the stove and stirred the eggs. "If you're coming down with the 'flu, don't breathe on me. I can't afford to miss work."

Julia sipped her coffee and sighed. "I'm not ill. I had another bad dream, that's all."

"Want some eggs?"

"Yeah, thanks. I know it was my turn to cook breakfast. I'll cook dinner—okay?"

"So we're having pizza again tonight?" Laura scoffed. "You know you could learn to cook something else. Instead of spending all your time on Facebook, you should watch some celebrity chef shows." She pushed more bread in the toaster, and slid a plate of golden, scrambled eggs and buttered toast across the table.

Julia grinned. She made a great pizza—that and toast was her specialty. "Sure, and if you promise to cook meatloaf tomorrow, I might throw in some of that frozen garlic bread as well. With the dreams I'm having lately it might keep the vampires away."

Laura pushed a strand of ebony hair behind one ear and slid into the other chair. "Vampires?" With one brow higher than the other, she threw Julia a confused look. "Oh yes, blood sucking vampires are the flavor of the month. You shouldn't let those movies go to your head."

Amused at her friend's attitude, Julia chuckled. "Yes mom."

"No seriously, it's not normal to have bad dreams every night." Laura pointed at Julia with a fork. Maybe you need to see a shrink."

Julia bit into a slice of toast, chewed slowly, and then washed it down with coffee. "Like I can afford a shrink. Right now, I'd find it difficult scraping up enough cash for Tylenol. Maybe I've got a brain tumor or something. I'll Google 'bad dreams' when I get home tonight—that's free."

"So . . . are they always the same?" Laura reached for her coffee. Her long fingers tipped with bright, vermillion nails closed around the earthenware mug.

"Not exactly the same. I'm in bed, and I can't get away. This cloaked figure comes and stands by my bed. I know he is a man, and he wants me to go with him. His eyes glow red, and he has long nails . . . like talons. It's always cold, freezing cold. Trouble is, part of me wants to go with him. It's like being turned on by a bad boy. You know it's wrong but you still find it sexy."

"Woo." Laura put down her mug and waved her outstretched fingers in front of Julia's face.
"Sounds more like a demon than a vampire." Laura grinned and got up. "You haven't joined a blood drinking cult or anything spooky lately?" She waited until Julia put down her fork and then collected the plates.

Julia rolled her eyes. "Like I'd do something stupid like that—I'm just having bad dreams. Trust me, I haven't had the slightest urge to paint my lips black and join the local Goths." She pushed the last morsel of toast into her mouth. "Not a chance, I look awful in black." With a chuckle, Julia glanced at her watch and pushed away from the table. "Leave the plates, I'll wash up." She went to the sink and filled it with hot water. "You'd better head off or you'll be late for work."

"You . . . are an angel." Laura flashed a brilliant smile, picked up her purse, and headed for the door.