Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Release party for A Tryst of Fate and book give away

To celebrate the 25 February release of A Tryst of Fate from Silver Publishing, I'm having a blog tour.

4.5 Star Review

"An absolutely brilliant historical/contemporary time-travel story that is full of detail and descriptions and you can imagine that you are there.This story I am going to recommend those who love historical romances, time-travel, hot sex, a great story-line, a bit of angst, some danger and a brilliant happy ever after.
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I am Featured Author at Silver Romance this month.

I am posting all over the world over the next few weeks, so come and join me. I will give away one PDF copy of A Tryst of Fate and three autographed Tryst of Fate cover flats in PDF format for e-readers.
Winners picked at random from comments on my blog.  If you can't post as often happens on this blog email me here: EMAIL - note to spammers this email will work for the period of this contest only.

  28 February : I'm dropping in to chat with fellow author Jadette Paige about the reason I wrote A Tryst of Fate. I am holding a contest on this day too so do drop by and leave a comment.

March 3   You will find me with a great writer and friend, Margie Church at Romance with Sass.

March 6

 I'm being interviewed by author Sarah Balance, the discussion will be lively and I'll look forward to answering your comments.

Catch you around the blogs.

H.C. Brown

Saturday, February 25, 2012

H.C. Brown Welcomes Author Lucy Felthouse

Hi Lucy,
Thank you for dropping by today to tell my readers about your exciting new release The Cottage in The Woods.

Short and Sweet by Lucy Felthouse
I've titled this blog post "short and sweet" because the phrase perfectly describes my new release, The Cottage in the Woods, from Resplendence Publishing.
It's part of their Erotic Gems range, and tells the tale of a woman called Heidi who lives, as you may have guessed, in a remote cottage in the woods. The idea for the story came to me when I was driving past a cottage. Ironically, it's on a main road, but beyond the cottage you can see lots of woodland, so it was easy to imagine what it would be like if the road wasn't there, and the cottage was the only thing for miles. By the time I'd reached my destination (the journey, unfortunately, wasn't short or sweet) I had a rough idea of what I was going to write about.
I say rough idea because I very rarely know exactly what's going to happen in my stories, or to my characters until I start writing. It's different when I'm writing longer pieces, as there's more planning involved. But with short stories, I tend to just sit down and let the words come, and see where they lead me and the characters. In the case of The Cottage in the Woods, they lead to a sweet, funny and yet very erotic lesbian romance. I don't want to give too much away, but there's also a paranormal element – you'll probably have a fair idea by reading the blurb:
Living in her remote cottage in the woods, Heidi doesn’t get many visitors. So when she spots a fox in her garden, she’s delighted. However, her joy quickly turns to dismay when she thinks the beautiful creature may be injured. Heading out to see how she can help, Heidi is astounded when something happens that makes her question her eyesight – not to mention her sanity. Once she gets over her shock and discovers the reason behind the peculiar encounter, Heidi is mighty glad that the fox chose her garden to visit.

So, if you're looking for a short and sweet story for your eReader, check out The Cottage in the Woods.

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Friday, February 17, 2012

H.C. Brown Welcomes Lesbians Vs Zombies

H.C.  Please welcome another really talented group of authors from the Lesbian Vs Zombies series.
Today, multi-published authors JS Wayne and Jadette Paige along with new authors Ellie Heller and D. Dye talk about their contributions to the Lesbian vs Zombie series from Noble Romance.

H.C. Tell my readers a little about this exciting series.
This series is hot and the stories are consistently on Noble Romance’s bestsellers list (where we’ve been wrestling with HC Brown’s stories for top spot recently!). D. Dye’s story, ZapocalypseThe Midnight Specialcame out on February 6.

 JS Wayne’s story, Dead Means Dead was released Monday, Feb 13.

 Right around the corner on February 20th, Jadette Paige’s Nether Regions is due out followed by Ellie Heller’s story, Ginny’s Capture on February 27.

All of them feature lesbians, zombies and music, oh my!

H.C. I've cleaned out the dungeon and put my floggers away so,  take a seat and say hello to my readers. 

Ellie: Hi!

D. Dye: Hello :)

JS: Howdy!

Jadette: :D Waves with a sexy grin.

Ellie: Jadette, you been hanging out with KevaD? You put that sexy grin away and put on your studious author one! This here is serious. Okay, you can stop laughing now. :D

Jadette: Sigh...I’ll try.  Switches to a sexy pout.

D. Dye*straightens halo* Um, you guys behave...would ya. You’re going to make us all seem naughty or something.

Jadette: Lifts a brow at D. ...Halo?

D. Dye*shoots Jadette with rubber band* Yes, halo. Admittedly a bit tarnished, but a halo nonetheless. *glares at Jadette*

Ellie: She’s renting it for the day and needs to keep it in good shape or she’ll loose the deposit, so play nice!

Jadette:  Ouuch!  See I told ya!

J.S. *Sits back and examines fingernails* But...we ARE naughty. That’s kinda what got us through the door, remember?

Jadette: (Scoots closer to J.S.)  Yes, siree!

H.C.  So,  my fellow authors, what’s your take on Zombies: good, evil, sexy or not?

JS: I never considered zombies to be sexy. That shedding limbs, rotting flesh thing...urgh. As far as “evil,” humans tend not to like things that try to snack on them, which is why we put down dogs and other animals that attack humans. But there’s no point getting mad at a shark for munching on a surfer; they’re just sharks, doing what sharks do. Same applies with zombies. I regard zombies as a tool of a thoroughly malevolent mind. That controller, that mind, is the enemy. The zombies are just being used.

Jadette: I think Zombies are okay until they drink Red Bull.  That kicks starts them.  Yeah, not sexy, not good, and only evil when the dog pisses on their ankles.  Shoot that would piss me off.

Ellie: Definitely NOT sexy! Good or evil... yet to be determined.

D. Dye: Depends upon the story teller. LOL For the most, I think Zombies  just are.  For me evil would be a choice, and zombies usually seem to have very little choice. (unless they’re near Jadette who’s feeding them Red Bulls.)

J.S. *snickers* Zombies and Red Bull... I’d hate to see them on Jaeger bombs!

Jadette: They’re a blast on them.  Blows ‘em apart.  Get it?  Blows...Apart.

Ellie: Well, there’s a gamut of answers for you. Four different writers, four different ‘takes’. :D

 H.C.  Okay settle down and name the one Zombie feature (other than being dead) that creeps you out the most?

Ellie: Limp, flaccid and  Where did you think I was going?

D. Dye: Other than they’re dead and up and walking? I think the smell factor. They MUST be rather smelly. Like can’t run because you’re gagging to bad.

Ellie: D. --, OMG, you’re right the smell. I can only imagine.

Jadette: Yeah, that too.  I knew a guy once... oh, nevermind.

H.C. Eeeeeew

J.S: I have this thing about the idea of rotting. Rotting, plus walking, equals scary.

H.C. The pus, stench and maggots would put me off too.

Jadette: Honestly, just thinking about what’s going on below the belt.  You know, unzip and there is Nuthin’ there.  Whoaaa, not fun.

J.S. *Looks at Jadette* *blinks* I can honestly say I’d never thought about a zombie’s schlong until you brought it up. Thanks for the visual...I think...

H.C. I don't think I get to the unzipping part I'd be running too fast.

Okay down to the technical stuff .What was the hardest part of writing your piece for LvZ?

Jadette: Trying to have a story that was different from the normal zombie story.  I think all the authors of the LvZ have succeeded.

J.S. Mine was trying to determine what kind of zombies best served my story. There are really only so many ways to write a zombie. Looking back, I kinda wish I’d gone with something with a little more Caribbean flavor, but I think the zombies I ultimately went with worked for the story I created.

Ellie: Pronouns during the sex scene. Seriously, I now get why a lot of people writing same gender stories choose the first person.

D. Dye: Finding some dark. Gina and Ginger and so vibrant and alive. These two  don’t stress, they deal head on and get on with their day. So getting  a dark edge while they’re chatting away in my head was difficult.

H.C .  Can you give my readers a favorite line of dialog from your story?

D. Dye: Well as of now I’m not sure if it stayed. It was  The Birds meets Sometimes They come Back. Alfred Hitchcock meet Stephen King.

J.S.“I could snap your spine with a paperback book and carve you up with a credit card.” Her tone was as flat as a well-constructed floor.

Jadette: Oh, God, don’t... don’t...stop...Ahhhhhhh   Ohhhh, wait, a line from the book?  Ummmm, here you go.  Threso stared into Kreousa’s clear eyes.  The scent of grass and water filled the air about them.  Soft, wind swayed the trees around them, dancing in the leaves. “Have you ever visited a woman’s nether regions?”

Ellie: Easy! It’s got to be...oh, wait, I can’t use that one, it gives away a major part of the story. Hmm, I’ll have to go with this one instead: “Some leggy blonde who looks like the suburban idea of a rock whore.”  This is hard, whose idea was this question? (glares around the room).

Jadette:  Hey, don’t look at me.  This wasn’t my idea.  I wanted a show and tell, but noooo, J.S. decided question and answer.  Gives another sexy pout.

J.S. Oh, sure, blame the token ginger! Gimme one of those rubber bands...

D. Dye: Had a feeling. Brought the booze and case of rubber bands. Anything else may have gotten us arrested. *points at Jadette*

 H.C. Now next question.

Would your characters ‘hang’ with you if they were real (and not zombies)?

D. Dye: Probably not, but I’d want to. They’d be a riot to hang out with.

Jadette:  You never know, D. I bet they’d let you.

Ellie: Nah, I’m too old for those young’uns.

Jadette: Looks over at Ellie, OLD?  You?  Right.  In case anyone is listening, she’s one hot Momma.

Ellie: Yeah, early onset menopause does that. :-)

Jadette: Snorts Mt. Dew all over screen.  Glares at Ellie before wiping screen and answers question.  We’d be best buds.  Honestly, they’d whip me in shape in no time. 

Ellie: Jadette, I can just see you, scrambling over rocky hillsides half dressed. Um, maybe not. :-)

J.S.: Hang out with me? LOL Highly doubtful. I’m MUCH too uptight for them to want to hang around with, and the fifteen years between them and me almost ensures we have absolutely nothing in common.

Jadette:  Uptight?  J.S.?  You only get better as you age, baby!  They’d love you!

Ellie: D, you got another beer there you can hand over to JS?

 H.C. Most memorable Zombie Ever?

J.S.: K.B. Cutter wrote a very dark zombie story about a sixty-something Florida retiree who was hell-bent on surviving a zombie outbreak. In doing so, he probably created the most “real” (and thus most frightening) zombies I’d ever read or seen. This story, Dead Fall, helped inspire my own zombies in Dead Means Dead.

Ellie: When I was in high school my boyfriend wanted to go see Dawn of The Dead, midnight showing. Several of his friends were bringing dates and, while he did point out he thought I would not like it, I went anyway. FLIPPIN’ FREAKED ME OUT. Left not very far into the movie and waited in the lobby. Can honestly say I’ve avoided zombies from then until now (and no, I’m not going to tell you how long ago that was!).

Jadette: Oh, man, Ellie, I would have done the same thing.  Nope, nerves can’t take that kind of stuff.  My most memorable is Shaun of the Dead’s best friend at the end pf the movie.  Yeah, that’s it.

D. Dye: Does Pet Cemetery count? If so, when their little boy comes back. That whole scene messed me up. 

Jadette:  Oh, now that freaked me out too.

 H.C. Darkest/Creepiest moment in your story?

Ellie: Oh, I’d have to say the scene where the zombies are in the next room having sex, and my heroines are forced to inadvertently listen, rates high on the creepy scale.

Jadette: The Amazon party arrives in Hades. That scene will definitely freak some people out.  It freaked me out.

J.S: I think the darkest part is when the kids on the college campus realize they’re cut off from the outside world because of the containment effort. The idea of being trapped somewhere I can’t escape from bothers me, and I tried to use that trapped feeling to really drive home just how deep a pile of fecal matter these people are wading in.

D. Dye: I think when it really hits, what everyone has to do. Can’t say more without giving something away. It’s a pivotal moment in the story.

 H.C. Is Zombie loving even possible?

Ellie: Between zombies? I can see it, at least until full zombification kicks in. After parts start decaying and falling off... not happening with out major problems. Between a non-zombie and a zombie, ye-uck, although I do have a character... well, you’ll have to read to find out more.

Jadette: Uh, not this woman.  No way. Not gonna happen.  Now KevaD, he had Zombie loving down.  Be sure and check to find out how.  Hey, Ellie had an off-camera love scene, too. 

D. Dye: Refer back to my comment about the smell. :)

J.S: I think KevaD answered that question brilliantly between zombies. But I agree with Ellie and D. A non-zombie and a zombie together is  just one step too close to the necrophilia line for my comfort.

 H.C. Shudders, hell yeah.

 H.C. Fun fact or story about the piece you'd like to share:

Jadette:  Couldn’t help thinking about ‘Troy’ and ‘300’.  What if the hot Amazon Warriors had to fight the Spartans?  Who’d win?  Then add some fighting in Hades but not with living creatures but Amazons fighting the ‘Undead’.  Oh, man, they would kick some ass. Add some hot sex and Voila’, Xena meets undead 300.  Life can’t get much better!

Ellie:  I’d written the central part of the story a couple of years ago. The story sat, wallowing in a drawer until Ruby Green, the editor said, ‘you should take a look at this call.’ Zombies. Music. Lesbians. Lightbulb went off. *That* was why the main character wasn’t getting into the hero - she didn’t swing that way! The story’s been greatly changed but the central image of the truck and the casket warehouse remained the same and the main character, Ginny, is much happier.

J.S.: I was trying very hard at the outset of this piece to make it a truly musical number. Unfortunately, copyright considerations and my inability to create song lyrics on a moment’s notice got in the way, but the play Louise is rehearsing for at the beginning of the story is The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

D. Dye: There was a scene I was writing when I had this flashback of some  hysterical grade B horror movie I saw once. I stopped long enough to research it.  Sure enough, I found it. Night of the Chicken Dead-The Musical.

Jadette:  Musical?  They actually made a Zombie Chicken Musical?  Wow!

J.S. *Experiences a flashback to the Buffy musical* In my own defense, I had no idea there was such a thing until my wife showed it to me. Needless to say, our tastes aren’t always sympatico. *Grimaces*

 H.C What’s the best part of writing zombies for you? The worst?

D. Dye: They can be nasty, mean, vicious and bad egg smelly, but it’s alright. They’re zombies and for them, it’s okay. What I actually mean is they can kill, will kill and there  doesn’t need to be a reason.  The worst? Actually not having a reason can be harder to  write depending upon the scene. A good story can sometimes be the back story.  The lost love that was murdered and being avenged., etc. Zombies  can be a double edged sword.

Ellie: The best part about writing zombies isn’t actually seen but back history I have in my head on how the zombie virus was created, particularly why and by whom. The worst part is all that mental canoodling boiled down to one line. The ‘draft’ version: Last time she was on a university campus the story behind the zombie virus had just broke and anti-military sentiment was high.  

J.S.:  To me, the best part of writing zombies is the fact that you can really go all out with the gore and the ick factor, and no one will bat an eyelash. Zombies are supposed to be gross and creepy, and the moreso, the better!
By the same token, though, some of the research I did for this story suggested that zombies are not as far-fetched, and therefore not as “safe” a scare, as we’d like to believe. Now there’s a thought that will keep you up at night!

Jadette: I can kill something off.  Zombies are good for that.  Seriously...   The worst, well, I didn’t have a worse cause I got to kill zombies off.

 H.C .What kind of research did you do for the story?

Jadette:  I am a history buff.  Big time.  Love ancient history so Nether Regions was right up my ally.  I scoured a ton of sights to find out what I needed to know about Amazons, Spartans, the Greek Gods and so much more to make this story seem  epic.

Ellie: I researched UPS trucks, wireless video monitoring, casket making, guns, shrubbery, um, there’s more I’m sure. I tend to do a lot of research, even though it may affect one line’s accuracy.

D. Dye: Gun research. I know diddly squat about and there was scene that describes one. I knew what my character would have, just didn’t know what the heck it was called. Also had to research an antique truck part. (Know squat about those too! LOL )

J.S. I didn’t have to do a great deal of research for “Dead Means Dead,” just because I was already familiar with the setting. (The college I used was based on the South Dakota School of Mines and Technology in Rapid City. I was trying to work in a reason for them to go into the museum and see the giant pleisiosaur skeleton, but that didn’t pan out.) I did, however, spend a lot of time looking up zombies on the Internet to make sure I had the descriptions down and used the right kind of zombie for the story.

 H.C. What entity do you feel supported you in your writing outside of family and friends?

Jadette:  Oh, that’s an easy one.  While so many authors have large groups to fall back on for support, I have something even better.  I have a group of authors who are members of Erotic Romance Authors critique forum.  It’s a limited membership of a group of fantastic people.  They’ve laughed and cried with me for last few years and I truly appreciate them.

Ellie: Ditto. No seriously, ERA rocks. I have I think like SIX blog posts on how much I love them!

J.S. ERA was a huge boost for me in writing this story. Prior to “Dead Means Dead,” I wasn’t sure about how to write zombies into a sexy story. Ruby Green gave me some great advice and information early on. I’m very lucky to be with ERA and to be hanging out with all these lovely ladies today!

D. Dye: I’m very, very blessed with wonderful author friends, beta’s and groups. Before Zapocalypse, the gals of the FPHRW (Florida Panhandle Romance Writers) and after Zap, both FPHRW and the great folks at ERA.

 H.C.  What color panties do you prefer to wear? 
(BTW this in NOT my question *cover's ears* Trust me, I  really don't want to know LOL )

Jadette:  Purple with black lace...crotchless.   Looks over at JS, Ellie, and D., waiting patiently to hear their answer.

J.S.: *blushes* Erm, I don’t WEAR panties. I have, however, been known to wear satiny briefs with iridescent dollar signs on them. Usually, though, basic black boxer briefs get the job done.

Ellie: Panties? What Panties? Oh, all right, I don’t care about the color, but it’s boy cut hipsters or nothing. :-)

D. Dye: All right...who put this question here and Ellie, what if you were in a wreck? You wouldn’t want EMS getting a full moon would you? But I’ll answer, usually nude colored hipsters.

Jadette: That’s why I’m wearing Purple with black lace crotchless panties.  We have some HAWT EMS guys. ;D

Ellie: Hopefully the EMS guys would view it as a happy surprise. :-)

Jadette: And why wouldn’t they? Running a hand down a shapely side and hip. ;D

Ellie: You, you, you! Why does this always have to be about you? Although, that is a very sexy hip…

 H.C. Settle down Ellie  my readers will think you're jealous. And on *that* note, we’ll wrap this up. Be sure to check out Lesbians Vs. Zombies from Noble Romance.

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H.C. Don't forget to drop by for my A Tryst of Fate  release party and contest on 26 February :-)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Congratulations all TRS CAPA Award winners!

My sincere congratulations to all the winners of the TRS CAPA Awards. I feel very humble to have been nominated in this list of best selling authors.

I have a new book out on 25 February a time travel, historical and contemporary erotic romance  from Silver Publishing.
A Tryst of Fate


After inheriting a Georgian house in Barkley Square London, Colt
Samuel, millionaire art dealer, finds himself obsessed by the portrait
of the home's former owner, Lord Alexander Swift.
During a chat with author, Jake Daniels, Colt discovers Lord Swift
and his unnamed cousin had mysteriously disappeared from the
cellar one evening, following Alexander's illicit affair with David
Fitzhugh. Jake reveals Fitzhugh bears a remarkable resemblance
to Colt.
Colt decides to investigate Alexander's strange disappearance, and
ventures into his cellar late one night to look for a secret
passageway. When his torch fails, Colt finds himself transported
back to 1775, and comes face to face with the man of his dreams,
Lord Alexander Swift.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Guest Author- Stephanie Beck

Today I have the pleasure of introducing multi-published Stephanie Beck to my readers.

Welcome to  my blog.

When Stephanie Beck's mother told her to quit whining about less than perfect endings and write her own neither of them could have guessed what would happen. Ten years later that advice has become a fulltime passion and occupation. With a wonderful husband and three beautiful children, the fulltime status makes for very long days, but she breaks up the romance and steamy scenes with knitting, walking, sewing and reading. 

Oh how I love a series

By Stephanie Beck

I’ve asked myself the series vs. stand alone story question a lot lately, probably because I’ve been writing a lot of follow up stories in the last few months. I don’t have a direct series where I follow one character specifically, but I am continuing worlds and allowing old characters to visit.

When I pick up a story, I find myself reaching for my old favorites, which tend to be series (Charlaine Harris, Mary Janice Davidson, Janet Evonovich, JD Robb, Shelly Laurenston).  I might walk by individual stories from other great authors, but if one of these ladies has a new book out in the series I’m reading, I will drop what I’m doing to catch up with my old favorites.

Why? What is it about a series that entices such reader loyalty?
Upon thinking about it, I’ve found for me it’s time. I’ve been following some series for over a decade. That’s crazy for me to even think about, but it’s true. I can’t tell you what happens in each story, but I know the basic story of this fictional character’s life. I’ve laughed and cried with them. I’ve been to their weddings, watched them have their first children, and had my heart speed when they bust heads. In short, these darn characters have become friends. I’d probably even invite a few to Christmas at my house if I could.

In a very telling admission, I haven’t tried a new series in probably three years. Why? It’s complicated. I know there are fabulous new series out there and I’ve picked up a few of the individual books, but I hold myself back from falling in love. How many story lines can I be devoted to and still give them enough attention? (Rereading that makes me sound a little crazy, but it’s true). Le sigh, one day I’ll make the plunge again.

Have you read any new series lately? Do you prefer to follow one character or couple or do you like when the world is maintained, but with new characters building the world?
More than an Elf
By Stephanie Beck

After surviving the War Between the States, Jessica wanted nothing more than to experience adventure and pleasure. Instead, she nearly freezes to death in a cabin, and then finds herself rescued by elves from a different land. Angry and resentful, Jessica only wants privacy. With the help of an elven fairy godmother, she settles into her own home, ready to contemplate the rest of her life.

Joshua, the Reclusive Wizard, stumbles upon the path to Jessica’s new home and finds himself face-to-face first with a shovel, then with his destiny. The chemistry between he and Jessica is instant, and Joshua sees a bright future between them.

When Joshua uses his magic to take his beloved on a sexy and fun excursion to the human world, a side trip to Jessica's Atlanta turns ugly, and suddenly, Jessica is confronted by her own dark history. Disgusted with herself for past dalliances, Jessica sends Joshua away. She needs time to come to terms with her past, but tapped out of magic and weak, Joshua might not be there when she’s ready.

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Time To Live- 100 Days in Amazon Top 100 Best Sellers -Gay

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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Two New HOT M/M Releases

Blurb:Lord Reynold Wilton, fearing exposure after a public argument with his sex slave, Lord David Litchfield, leaves England for the Americas. On his return, he finds his delicious man in the hands of a brutal sadist. In a time when homosexuality is a hanging offense, Reynold must use every trick in the book to regain the possession and trust of his young lover.



London 1769

A rush of pain radiated from Lord Reynold's clenched teeth and into his temples. The burn from over exertion raged across his shoulders. His sweaty grip slipped on the leather handle of the cane, a narrow strip of birch he had commissioned especially for discipline. With lust, he gazed down at his slave, savoring the crisscrossed, red welts marking the porcelain flesh, the raised prints of his hand on each tender buttock. He bent over the slim figure tied so deliciously on the bench, and licked each crimson cut, using his mouth to soothe and caress. Reynold lapped, enjoying the taste of sweet skin, the rise of gooseflesh under his tongue. The man's scent of soap mingled with the warm aroma of male sex filled his nostrils.
With the man tied this way, stretched out with both arms and legs secured, Reynold had complete control. The power of dominance surged through him. In truth, he could easily draw blood with his cane if he chose to, yet he loved this man and gave his slave what he craved. This session had been different from those long nights of bliss they'd enjoyed so often before. He needed to conquer his slave, to take back his role as master in a relationship teetering on the brink of disaster. With slow, deliberate moves, he stalked around the bench, running the cane over the sub's quivering body. He stopped at the head of the young man. "Why do you question my loyalty? I will not tolerate such behavior." He grasped a lock of the man's long, blond curls. "Speak."
"I am jealous, Master."
Reynold brought the birch down in two swift cuts across the slave's pristine back. The prone man's cry sent blood rushing to his cock. Christ, he loved to hear his submissive moan. He threw down the cane. "Of whom are you jealous this time?"
"Lord John, Master." The slave drew a shuddering breath. "I don't want you to continue your friendship him."
"When you are tied to my bed, I am the master." Reynold met the man's cornflower blue gaze. "I will not tolerate such demands from my slave. If you continue in this manner, I will have no option but to take my leave." He ground his teeth. "I warn you, do not think to use my devotion as a weapon to manipulate me to your will. If needs be, I will take a commission abroad to be rid of you."
"Reynold . . . I beg you—think of my feelings."
"You would have me weak?" Reynold dropped his breeches. "I think not."
"No, Master, not weak—never weak." David's gaze fell on Reynold's shaft. "I do not care to share you with Lord John." He licked his lips. "When you are in his company, I fear I will lose you."
Reynold growled. "I regret now confiding my relationship with Lord John Henley to you before we became involved. The man is a dear friend but you are my lover. If you don't believe this to be true, the trust you claim to have in me does not exist." He sighed. "Perhaps it is you who wants to end our relationship."
"Christ, I would have no other touch me in this way, and you know this to be true." David poked out his tongue, and swiped it across the head of Reynold's cock. He moaned. "I beg your forgiveness."
"You have my forgiveness, but I cannot allow you to dictate which friends I have. You know I have no desire to fuck any of them. Arguing with me in public has already put us both under scrutiny. Christ, David we can't be seen together. The risk is too high. What reason would I have to be in your company?" Reynold stroked David's cheek. "If you cannot trust me, this time we have together—our relationship as master and slave, as lovers, will not survive." Reynold groaned. "I care for you deeply but I won't allow you to risk the hangman's noose because of youthful foolishness. I will not offer you another chance, do you understand?" Reynold tugged David's hair. "Do you?"
"Yes." David smiled. "Master, will you allow me to pleasure you? I crave the taste of your seed."
Palming his shaft, he guided it toward his slave's rosy lips. He sighed as the man's hot, wet mouth surrounded him with absolute bliss. He loved the way David's flushed cheeks pulled tight with every withdrawn thrust. Later, he would take the man's tight arse, and hear his intoxicating screams of delight. He could never have enough of his luscious young submissive. Reynold rolled his hips, his hands cradling David's, sweat soaked cheeks. Lord, this man knew how to take him to heaven. Tipping back his head, he plunged deeper, fucking the man's delightful throat.
This session with David had been brutal. Reynold wanted to stamp his authority over the young man. Of late, the possessive nature of his delicious sex-slave had become out of hand. David had grown too demanding. Reynold had no option but to take a stand. The submissive's teeth raked a path up his aching cock, the man's agile tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. Reynold bit back a groan and fell into the darkness of forbidden bliss. His slave's mouth became a whirlpool of ecstasy spinning him into an uncontrollable, shattering conclusion. Christ, David, for once, do as I say. Your jealousy is leading us down a path of damnation.

Chapter One
Three years later—London 1772

Lord Reynold Wilton opened his pocketbook and paid the tailor's account, grateful to be finally out of uniform. He met the gaze of Mr. Joseph Brown. The man had produced every inch of clothing he had worn since a boy. "Have everything else sent over to Spencer Street. There's a good man."
Donning the new hat he'd purchased from Locks in Bond Street, Lord Reynold pulled on his gloves and turned to look in the mirror. The new, delightfully comfortable, clothes fit well. Soft and fresh against his skin, the linen provided a welcome change from his stagnant, uniform shirt and stiff smalls. At last, after three despicable years, he resembled a gentleman again. The new clothes, ordered by letter some three months prior, had surprised him with their elegance. Mr. Brown had tailored each garment in the height of fashion, right down to the fine, lawn ruffles and silver buttons. White silk stockings and a cloak of the finest, black wool lined in silk completed his dress. He rubbed his chin and smiled ruefully at his reflection. The breeches stretched tight about his thighs and bottom, and Mr. Brown had pinched the jacket in at the waist to enhance the width of Reynold's shoulders. The cravat lay in exquisite folds. Dressed as such, in blue velvet, with his hair tied in a neat queue, he knew how men of his predilection would react to his appearance. Christ, I look like a peacock. In truth, his body had changed from soft to hard and muscular, but a commission in the Americas did that to a man. His face had altered too, but not in a bad way. He had not suffered any serious injury during his time abroad, but the man with haunting eyes in his reflection had replaced the innocent expression of youth.
Although, relieved by the sale of his commission and consequent arrival in England, his thoughts were not on returning immediately to his country estate in Surrey. Rather, he had spent the last two days in his townhouse close to Hyde Park, not wanting to endure the immediate duties of lord of the manor.
Lord Reynold stepped from the shop and glanced down Oxford Street. Nothing of note had changed in London during his time abroad with exception of women's fashion and the volume of carriages barreling along the dusty roads. He drew a deep breath to enjoy the scents of normality after enduring an eternity of stinking jacks and sweat. The smell of gunpowder and the unforgettable stench of a military camp had combined with horrors a man could never forget.
For three long years, Reynold had remained abroad. Christ, he had little choice. His role as master had become impossible after another very-public argument with David had threatened to expose them both. To avoid the scandalmongers and the chance of prosecution for the act of sodomy, he made the heart-wrenching decision to leave his lover.
Reynold stood for a few seconds to enjoy his surroundings. There had been a meager amount of birds brave enough to negotiate the noisy camps, and his heart lifted to see an abundance of sparrows feasting on a discarded crust of bread on the footpath. Above a blue sky peeked briefly through a profusion of white fluffy clouds. A stream of sunlight bathed a rose bush sitting in a large, yellow glazed pot beside the milliners next door. The rich perfume from the red blooms mixed with the pungent odor of horse dung squashed on the road. The hay infused clumps thrown in all directions by the constant stream of carriage wheels. Everything is so normal, as if no one knows a war of great proportions is looming.
Moving toward the curb, Reynold called out to his driver to take him to Charters, a gentlemen's club in Vauxhall, and climbed into the carriage. He sighed, rested his head on the back of the seat, and closed his eyes. A familiar memory flooded his consciousness. The vision of a young man, exceptionally featured, with a soft gaze the color of a summer sky, hooded with long, tawny lashes. He groaned, recalling his sweet slave's sated expression from hours of glorious sex. The young body so deliciously secured his skin damp and flushed from his master's cane. David.

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After inheriting a Georgian house in Barkley Square London, Colt
Samuel, millionaire art dealer, finds himself obsessed by the portrait
of the home's former owner, Lord Alexander Swift.
During a chat with author, Jake Daniels, Colt discovers Lord Swift
and his unnamed cousin had mysteriously disappeared from the
cellar one evening, following Alexander's illicit affair with David
Fitzhugh. Jake reveals Fitzhugh bears a remarkable resemblance
to Colt.
Colt decides to investigate Alexander's strange disappearance, and
ventures into his cellar late one night to look for a secret
passageway. When his torch fails, Colt finds himself transported
back to 1775, and comes face to face with the man of his dreams,
Lord Alexander Swift.

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