Release Day! Lord Byron's Secret Obsession + Steamy Except

Release Day for Lord Byron's Secret Obsession- HOT!!!! M/M, Historical, BDSM+ Blurb

Rather than believing this book is being sabotaged, I have to assume it is so damn hot Amazon have decided not to display the cover and haven't for two months since the pre-release. I do hope my readers will support this book.

It's not released on All Romance and I have no control over that. I have added a list of other distributors below, plus the Amazon one :-)

The cover is now up Thanks Pan Macmillan :-)

Blurb:

Can he regain his lover's freedom?

Lord Byron Wilton leaves England for the Americas after a public argument with his secret lover, Lord David Litchfield. On his return, he finds, Lord David has become an unwilling sex partner for the reprobate Mr. Hale and his cohorts, due to unpaid gambling debts. After Mr. Hale refuses his offer to settle the debts, Lord Byron makes an outlandish and dangerous plan to outwit the trio. He must use every trick in the book, and a considerable amount of his fortune, in an effort to regain his lover's freedom.

Perfect for readers of Bailey Bradford, Ava March and R.G. Alexander.

Excerpt

London, 1769

 A rush of pain radiated from Lord Byron’s clenched teeth and shot into his temples. The burn from over-exertion raged across his shoulders and his sweaty grip slipped on the leather handle of the cane. He gazed down at his lover, savoring the crisscross of red welts marking the porcelain flesh, and the raised handprints on each tender buttock. He bent over the slim figure tied so deliciously on the bench, and licked along each crimson cut. Using his mouth to soothe and caress, he lapped, enjoying the taste of the 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. Tied this way, stretched out with both arms and legs secured, he had complete control over Lord David. The power of dominance surged through him. In truth, he could easily draw blood with his cane if he decided to, yet he loved him, and gave his lover what he craved. In fact, Lord David had become a dangerous obsession.

This brief afternoon of love play had been different from those long nights of bliss they had enjoyed so often before. He needed to conquer him, to take back his role as Master in a relationship teetering on the brink of disaster. With slow, deliberatemoves he stalked around the bench, running the cane over Lord David’s quivering flesh. He stopped at the head of the young man. “Why do you question my loyalty? I will not tolerate such behavior.” He grasped a handful of his long, blond curls and tugged. “Speak.”

“I am jealous, Master.”

Byron brought the birch down in two swift cuts across the damp skin of Lord David’s pristine back. The cry of pain from the prone man sent flames of desire rushing to his cock. Christ, he loved to hear his sweet boy moan. He wanted to punish him and drive any question of his devotion from Lord David’s mind, but reluctantly he threw down the cane. “Of whom are you jealous this time?”

“Lord John, Master.” The slave drew a shuddering breath. “I do not want you to continue your friendship with him.”

“When you are tied to my bed, I am the Master.” Byron cupped Lord David’s flushed cheek and stared into cornflower-blue eyes. “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 need be, I will take a commission abroad to be rid of you.”

“Byron…I beg you…think of my feelings.”

“You would have me weak?” Byron dropped his breeches. “I think not.”

“No, Master, not weak–never weak.”Lord David’s attention fell to Byron’s shaft and he licked his full lips. “I do not care to share you with Lord John.” He grimaced. “When you are in his company, I fear I will lose you.”

Byron growled. “I regret now confiding my relationship with Lord John to you before we became involved. The man is a dear friendbut 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 that wants to end our relationship.”

“Christ, I would have no other touch me in this way, and you know this to be true.”Lord David poked out his tongue and swiped it across the head of Byron’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 liewith any of them. Arguing with me in public has already put us both under scrutiny. Christ, David, we cannot be seen together. The risk is too high. What reason would I have to be in your company?” Byron stroked David’s cheek. “If you cannot trust me,this time we have together, our relationship, will not survive.” Byron groaned. “I care for you deeply but I will not allow you to risk the hangman’s noose because of youthful foolishness. I will not offer you another chance, do you understand?” Byron 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 rosy lips and  sighed. 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 his tight, hot arse, and hear his intoxicating screams of delight. He could never have enough of his luscious young man. Byron rolled his hips, his hands cradling David’s sweat-soaked cheeks. Lord, he knew how to take him to heaven. Tipping back his head, he plunged deeperinto Lord David’s delightful throat.

This session with Lord David had been brutal. Byron wanted to stamp his authority over the young man. Of late, the possessive nature of his delicious boy had become out of hand.Lord David had grown too demanding. He had no option but to take a stand.His lover’s teeth raked a path up his aching cock and his inquisitive tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. Byron 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. Withdrawing, he drew him into his arms and held him close. “Never forget that I love you.”

“This I know.” Lord David’s face held such an expression of devotion, his heart squeezed. “I love you, too, Byron, and I will try not to disappoint you.”

He stroked Lord David’s sweat-soaked hair. “For once, do as I say. Your jealousy is leading us down a path of damnation.”

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New Release !!! Dark Magyck- H.C. Brown Dragonsong Trilogy Part 2

After escaping the clutches of a vampire, Lumos and Thalia travel into the darkest depths of the Underworld in an attempt to release the Firedragon, Pyro. Only he has the ability to free Lumos's magyck.

Time is running out.

Lumos, must return home or forfeit his realm to the rule of Dark Magyck.

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Exhausted by her fight to protect Lumos from the Lutwych Hag, Thalia stumbled through the circle of light and into the beautiful realm of Treluna. The instant she set foot on the lush blue-green grass of the Other World realm, a surge of energy replenished her powers and tingled along her nerve endings removing all trace of fatigue. She gaped at beauty more wondrous than any imagination could conjure. Basking below a warm sun, flower-filled meadows flowed down to a rainforest brimming with life. Above, multicolored parrots flew in great swarms, chattering and hanging upside down to lap nectar from an abundance of blossoming trees. She took a long look at Lumos, he glowed in the sunlight, and her stomach gave a little twist. Gods, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen and the way his black leather pants molded his body made her mouth water. She dragged her attention away from him and followed Mino along a path beside a bubbling river then stopped to admire a beautiful, red-spotted doe. The deer observed them with unafraid, chocolate eyes before lowering its head to drink.

“There is my home. My cottage is the one with the red roof.” Mino paused on the edge of a clearing and waved toward a small group of cottages. “I will take good care of your horses and your cat.” He gazed up at Lumos. “I hope you have a sound plan to beat Nehebkau and rescue Pyro. He is the only Dragon I know who has the power to release you outside of Drakka. Although, Nox, the King of the Fae has the power of the ancient’s too, but I doubt you will be able to enter his realm as you are now, Lumos.”

“Aye, without magyck I am unrecognizable as a Dragonfae and will not pass alive into his realm.” Lumos smiled ruefully. “I have given the task ahead much thought and apart from removing this cursed silver, freeing Pyro will benefit all Dragonfae.” Lumos turned to speak to Thalia, his voice, deep and sexy made her toes curl. “Little one, are you ready to go?”

With a sigh, Thalia hugged Brew. “We will come back soon. I want you to behave yourself with Mino and only eat what he says. Do not go hunting Sprites now, will you?” She placed the cat on the ground and turned to Lumos. “Aye, I am ready. My body is positively humming with magyck and my fatigue has vanished.”

“As it should be, we will need to find more magyck realms and you will have to replenish your powers many times before this journey is ended. Draw your circle, Mino.” Lumos took two saddlebags from Argos’s back and flung them over one shoulder. “If we should not return within two days, send a message to my father. Tell him of the Magus’s treachery and ask him to send an army to Rantazmac to aid in our rescue.”

“Two days in the Underworld is two moons in this realm. I will wait this long for you to return, Lumos, before I send the message. You can depend on me, Dragonfae.” Mino drew a circle of light. “May the gods keep you safe from harm.”

The shimmering circle intrigued Thalia. Taking a deep breath, she gripped Lumos’s large hand, and stepped into suffocating darkness.

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RELEASE DAY !!!! Down and Dirty in Rio by H.C. Brown + Excerpt

The moment wealthy executive Brack Fargo sets foot in Rio to establish a new marina, his life becomes complicated. Used to sophisticated lovers, his world is turned upside down when the magnetic and oh, so sexy deckhand, Serge walks into his life.

His new lover soon teaches him how down and dirty they do things in Rio.

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Brack Fargo ran a hand over the small dog tucked under his arm and strolled toward the old office he currently shared with French’s Cruises with the smell of paint from his new high-rise building still tainting the sea breeze. He’d found he’d liked the idea of living in Rio and moving his head office from California to Sao Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district, had been a sensible decision. After all, he did have reliable people to run his stateside businesses and could fly back if necessary.

The loss of his longtime secretary and best friend, Sue had forced the move. He needed her and trusted her to keep him sane, but she’d insisted on moving to Rio to be with her new husband. The creation of a marina with Sue to oversee the work in his absence had been essential to keep her in his life. Now he’d tied up all the loose ends and settled his future plans—well almost. He craved to have a particular man in his life and if he planned to reel in his dream lover, he needed to be in Rio armed with the right bait.

Pausing outside the office door to Fargo Marina, he gazed toward the berths and visualized his new sailing boat, his bait of choice, moored in the premier position. He moved his attention to the number of berths already in use and smiled with delight. A brilliant investment, if I do say so myself.

Inside the office, Sue was on the phone discussing the virtues of his marina with a potential client. Rather than disturb her, he strolled to the window and stared down the long, bleached wooden walkway beside the pristine rows of yachts to the graceful man working on the deck of a schooner. Serge

A gust of wind tumbled his dark blond hair, streaked from long days at sea. The Rio de Janeiro sun glistened over his sweat-soaked body, tanned to a golden brown. His gaze drifted across the distance pinpointing the handsome, chiseled face. He visualized the man’s blue expressive eyes and the fullness of his lips. Oh, man, how he longed to nibble the day-old stubble on his chin and flick his tongue in the corners of his smile.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, overwhelmed with an ache to sink his fingers into the silky mass falling to the young man’s shoulders. He inhaled. The smell of seaweed mixed with the ocean’s brine drifted through the window and their earlier meeting came to mind. Serge’s preference for expensive French cologne surprised him. Its citrus fragrance mingled with his natural musk and drove him crazy with the need to bury his nose in his neck.

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame and watched Serge secure the rigging with the skill of many years at sea. His cut-off jeans displayed strong thighs and the way the frayed fabric melded to his muscular ass—Dear God! He chuckled and glanced self-consciously at Sue. The man had become an obsession. He turned his attention back to the eye-candy outside and gripped the window ledge.

Serge made him hard with one glance of his sapphire eyes. Brack bit his bottom lip at the memory of their lingering handshake. The warmth of Serge’s callused hand and the way his long fingers, burnished by the sun, curled around his palm. He groaned and his balls throbbed at the thought of the man’s rough thumb circling his cockhead.

Shaking his head to clear the image of Serge stretched out naked on his bed, he chewed on his bottom lip. Did he have a snowflake’s chance in hell with a younger guy? Sure, they got on well enough together. How often had he discussed the latest soccer game with Serge? Okay, so they had sports in common but little else.

With a sigh, Brack contemplated the situation. For a start, Serge had to be five years his junior. The man of his dreams lived in a different world and had a different class of friends. What chance did he have to fit in his ‘live every day like it’s your last’ attitude toward life? As much as he wanted to run off into the sunset with him, he had a business to run and people who depended on him.

As if the man had read his thoughts, Serge lifted his head and flashed a brilliant smile in his direction. Without a second thought, he smiled and returned the man’s wave. His face grew hot. Damn, he knows I’ve been watching him.

His idea to build a new marina in Rio had not only become a financial windfall, but the on the job requirements had benefits as well and kept him in contact with Serge on a regular basis.

He pursed his lips. Serge was a free spirit who ran with the wind and the sea was in his blood. Tying him down and keeping him on land would be like putting an eagle in a cage, so he’d use other means. There had been a buzz between them from the start, although, to his chagrin, Serge had remained an elusive butterfly—a very sexy butterfly. He wet his lips. That gorgeous man is out of my league.

“Mr. Fargo, are you drooling over Serge again?” Sue French, his very capable secretary, slipped her hand through his arm.

He patted her long, slim fingers. “Darling, he has me in the palm of his hand. The trouble is I don’t think I’m his type.”

“You’re in Rio now.” She ruffled his short curls. “You need to relax, grow your hair, and lose the suit. He likes you. But I know for a fact, Serge hates society types.”

Turning away from the window, he led Sue to a chair. He slid one hip on the edge of the office table and balanced Petal, his Chihuahua on his lap. “Thanks to you my business is flourishing and I have clients coming out of the woodwork. I have a position in life, Sue, an image to protect. In fact, I like who I am and what I’ve achieved. Sure, I’m attracted to Serge, but I’ll find myself a man sooner or later.” He grinned. “Don’t worry about my love life.”

“You can’t fool me.” Sue eyed him critically. “But far be it for me to intrude.”

She can read me like a book. He laughed. “Ah, well, I can dream.”

“Serge has worked with Sam for a long time and I doubt he’ll want to join your company. We all have equal shares in our boat and Sam has fed many clients in your direction. I know of four berths at least in this marina belonging to his friends. Don’t you think if you try to steal his employees it will cause trouble between us and I want us to remain friends. I’m afraid Sam is much like you when it comes to business. It took me ages to convince him I could work for both of you at the same time. He didn’t want us to share an office, you know.” Sue drummed her fingernails on the desk. “Maybe you should forget Serge and look elsewhere for a summer fling.”

“What and ruin my investment?” Brack ran a hand through his hair. “Not a chance.”

Sue’s husband, Sam ran a romantic cruise service for couples from Sao Conrado, Rio’s upscale southern district. Brack knew Serge’s commitment to his partner in the business, Sam French, was one of long standing. Brack believed his luck had changed for the better the day French married his secretary. She had needed a man in her life almost as much as he did.

How many years had Sue been his secretary and mother confessor? Ten? Life had been normal before French had moved her to Rio then all hell had broken loose, followed by a string of secretaries he didn’t want or like.

“When are you moving into the new office?” Sue inclined her head.

“Yesterday.” Brack winked. “My personal assistant is holding down the fort while the new staff settle in. The computers go in tomorrow, so you can start on Monday. Can you imagine having your own staff again?”

“Oh yes! And a personal assistant too. What’s he like?” She leaned toward him. “Sexy as hell, I bet.”

“Spectacular, darling, but unfortunately, he has a boyfriend.” Brack glanced out the window and wet his lips. “Although, I think my tastes have moved to the more rugged type of late.”

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