Thursday, December 29, 2016

Welcome: Tamsin Baker Author of Grayson's Mate

Grayson’s Mate

At thirty-five, Grayson Nox is the business manager for his werewolf pack. He's good at his job. Too bad he's not as successful at finding his destined mate. He'll know her by a distinctive birth mark, but he's getting tired of searching. 

But the night Grayson finally sees his mark, it's not on a woman. It's on a gorgeous guy who wrecked his car near pack headquarters. Grayson brings the beguiling stranger home to heal … and to try and make sense of this strange twist of fate.

Medical student Reagan Forster has studied for ten years at University in Melbourne. At last he's ready to sit his final exams and head out into the world to heal people. But when he foolishly tries to drive home after a thirty-six-hour hospital shift, Reagan passes out behind the wheel. 

He wakes in an unknown world, tucked away in the mountains of Greensborough, with the hottest guy he's ever met at his bedside. Their mating starts a fire hotter than either werewolf or man has ever known. 

But they must make their relationship work against the backdrop of conflict, as Regan struggles to find his place in this new world, and the pack battles the Rogue werewolves who are a constant threat. 

When the spoils are counted in the end … can Grayson and Reagan both be victors?

Grayson’s heart thundered in his chest like a base drum. So loud and profound he could feel the rush of blood in his ears pushing through his veins. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Let his mate go?
His wolf snapped and howled inside him. Grayson had to push down with all of his strength to keep the shifter down.
Stop! Don’t you dare break free. You’ll scare the shit out of him.
“Fine then. I'll go get dressed.” Reagan's tones were quiet and hurt as he walked forward as though to move past Grayson and go back downstairs.
Not a chance in hell are you leaving me.
Grayson grabbed Reagan and pulled him against his body. Reagan’s towel fell to the floor, and Grayson pressed his lips down onto his mate’s, Reagan's flavour and sweet orange  scent flowing over him in an all-encompassing wave. 
A deep growl emerged as the perfection of the situation moved through him. Every cell is his body responded to the magic that wove through him with his mate’s touch.
He stepped towards the bed and Reagan’s hands frantically grappled with Grayson’s jeans, pulling open the zipper and tugging down the denim as Reagan fell to his knees. 

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

New Release! Trouble Club, Depravity #8

What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.
Alpha Rock’s rhythm guitarist, Kail Darkstar, is more than a little confused. The last thing he remembers is playing a gig in Las Vegas three days ago. He has no memory of meeting the sexy twink, tied to his bed, let alone the three-day long scene they apparently enjoyed.

After seeking help from Jackson, Kail discovers the stranger is French model, Philippe La Grange. Kail can’t get enough of his delicious sub in or out of the hotel room, but no matter how many times he makes love to Philippe, he still can’t remember meeting him.

Problem is, the media has tracked his every outrageous move. What happened in Vegas is front-page news.

Will Kail remember his delicious sub before Philippe walks out of his life forever?

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Kail stepped out the shower and stared into the face of a stunningly handsome twink. He could not help the smile curling his lips. Yeah, he should call for security, and the idea someone had managed to get into his room flashed through his mind, reminding him to be careful, yet what harm could a deliciously naked boy do to him? Beat him to death with his cock? Hmm now, that was a thought and more so the snake tattooed length seemed strangely familiar. He inhaled his spicy, fucked-all-night scent and took his time moving his gaze over the slim hips and waist then up over the pierced nipples to his face. You are stunning. “What’s your name, boy?”
“Mmm, well you sure know how to hurt a person’s feelings, Kail.” The pup pouted and moved closer, his French accent sending a hot wave of lust straight to Kail’s balls. “You’ve had me every possible way for the last three nights, and now you can’t remember my name let alone proclaiming your undying love for me in front of about sixty people.” He moved closer and closed a fist around Kail’s cock. “Best you start remembering, real soon. Jackson and Rogue are in our bedroom looking like the Spanish Inquisition. Jackson is a real bitch. He spoke to me as if I was a rent boy then said I stink and ordered me to take a shower.”
Realization dawned on him. This wasn’t a boy looking for a rock-star fuck. He had to be the same one he’d left well-serviced and hidden under the pillows. “I kind of like the way you smell and I gather you’re the pup I found tied to my bed this morning?” Kail cupped the back of the man’s head and his fingers sunk unto his soft dark curls. “I wouldn’t have bothered them if I’d known you were so pretty. Jackson keeps the members of Alpha Rock on the straight and narrow. He helps fix our personal problems on the road. Yeah, he is a bitch, but he’s our bitch.” He shrugged. “Truth is, boy. I don’t remember meeting you, although I do admit your cock does look familiar and I love your accent.” He bent to brush a kiss over the pup’s soft red lips and moved his hips enjoying the man’s touch on his growing erection. Hmm, I’m so in the mood for shower sex. “Now what’s your name?”
“You don’t remember?” The boy raised one perfect brow.
“I get lost in a scene sometimes.” Kail searched his mind but came up completely blank. “All my subs are ‘pup’ or ‘boy.’ I’m sure you understand. The coming down takes a while.”
“You are very strange, but this time I will oblige, Master. My name is Phillipe, Phillipe La Grange.” The pup chewed on his bottom lip then lifted his gaze. “Well, I guess as you’re a Dom I could take your last name. Phillipe Darkstar sounds okay.”

Friday, September 30, 2016



Are you ready to step into the dungeons and minds of three edge-playing Doms?  Luminosity Publishing brings you the much anticipated, One Night in a Dungeon anthology.  
A collection of red-hot M/M, M/M/M, BDSM stories written especially for you by three international bestselling authors, H.C. Brown, Tamsin Baker, and Dylan McEwan.  

Whatever your flavor, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this erotic mixture of hot stories, chosen by me, especially for the connoisseurs of kink. . . .H.C. Brown

Master Luke by H.C. Brown: 

After so many subs, the men’s names have faded into sated memories of lust, with one exception, Master Luke’s vanilla virgin, Brian, and the one night in his dungeon, he will never forget. 

Master Luke is always looking for a well-lubricated willing ass, and unmarked flesh to flog. He loves men, all men, the twinks, the bears, young, old, innocent or man-whores makes no difference once they are tied to his bench and under his flogger. After so many subs, the men’s names he enjoyed have all faded into sated memories of lust, with one exception, his vanilla virgin, Brian, and the one night in his dungeon, he will never forget.

I’m looking for down and dirty, hot and willing, so if you’re looking for a happy every after in my dungeon, you’ve come to the wrong guy.
The BDSM club, Red, is my domain. I enjoy the scent of men, especially when wrapped in the rich musky male smell of sex and leather. I like to take my time looking over the mix of subs on offer. They say there is someone for everyone but for me it makes no difference once I have them tied to my bench, and begging for my cock … and they all do … beg, I mean. It is the sweetest sound and almost as good as the little moans they make when they come.
Red is a safe environment with regulation testing for all members, and tonight I’ve set my sights on a sweet piece of virgin ass by the name of Brian. Fuck! The moment, he walked past, his face all flushed, looking around excited, he could have stood on a table and shouted, “Look at me. I’m a vanilla virgin.”
Fuck, my cock hardened so damn hard it made my head spin. He had that cute look, unsullied, fresh, and oh so innocent. I almost came in my pants when he did the unforgivable and met my gaze with a challenge I couldn’t ignore. The noise around me faded into a buzz, and I grabbed his arm to spin him around to face me. “You looking for some action, pup?”
He gave me that, “who me” look and wet his bottom lip in an unconscious come-on. The blush staining his cheeks made my cock grow an extra inch. The damp head pressed against the rough zipper of my pants sending waves of delicious sensation straight to my balls. I wanted to throw him over the nearest table, rip off his pants, and do him dry. I bit back the wave of insatiable need and sucked in a deep breath trying to curb my enthusiasm.
“I–I’m not sure.” He shuffled his feet and his gaze settled on my hard-on. “Maybe…”

Master Tony by Tamsin Baker  

Master Tony is ready to fulfill Nathan's wicked fantasies, and if his sub can go the distance, he might decide to keep him. 

Nathan needs a Dom and a good, long night more than anything. He enters Club Extreme with hopes of meeting Big D Dom—a Dom he’s met online. What he doesn’t expect is for Master Tony to fulfill every fantasy Nathan has ever had, and he invites him back for another night!
Master Tony wants a sub to serve him, to love and whip. Nathan makes all the right noises online, and when they meet in real life, the chemistry is incredible. But he has a decision to make, his sub lives in another state. So what’s a big Dom meant to do when his perfect boy lives so far away?

The first crack of the whip felt almost soothing. The leather wrapped itself around my belly then flicked back. I grabbed onto the chains and let my head drop.
Over and over the sting of the whip made me cry out, and I loved the burn. My cock was back to half mast, and I let the pain drop me down, down, and further down. I was one with the moment, swaying my hips to the music in my head.
Master Tony flicked the whip in a particularly quick arch, and I’d cried out “yellow” before I made the conscious choice to end the session. He stopped instantly, moving close to press his now naked chest to my burning back.
“Good boy, pretty boy, brave boy.” Master Tony crooned to me and stroked my hair, while the burn in my back turned to something pleasing.
He untied me from the chains, and I cried out at the pain my sore limbs protested. Master Tony rubbed my aching arms as I fell back onto him. He wrapped his arms around me. My eyes were still closed.
“Lie on your tummy, baby boy, and I’ll get the cream.”
I moved forward, but Daddy helped me lie on my belly, my stiff prick hard under me. I didn’t know if he meant lube or cream for my back but at that moment I didn’t care.
Cool fingers rubbed into my back, and I moaned, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Daddy” almost seemed an appropriate term for Master Tony as he cared for me. He massaged the cream into my back in a soothing rhythm, moving down my spine until he found my still-burning ass. I lifted myself up wantonly, and he chuckled.
“On your knees.”
I moved to my knees, lethargy pushed to the back of my mind as my body began to throb with awareness.
Ranulf by Dylan McEwan

With his Viking physique, Nordic godlike features, and insatiable sexual appetite, Ranulf is the supreme Alpha male, a Dom’s Dom—and his underground dungeon is by no means his darkest secret.

Submissive Ryan is head-over-heels in love with the handsome, dominant Brandon Lewis. Ryan doesn’t care that the man can’t commit to monogamy but enjoys an endless string of casual hook-ups and one-night-stands. On the contrary, the masochist revels in being humiliated by Brandon’s boasting of his many conquests. But while the man is so totally open about his casual promiscuity, he is very secretive about the rest of his life, and Ryan knows nothing about his background.
Who is the mysterious Ranulf and what is his relationship with Brandon?
Does his Dom have a Dom of his own?
When promised ‘one helluva night’ and taken to a mysterious underground dungeon, he has no idea that submitting to the Thor-like Nordic Master Ranulf is going to change his life forever, in the most incredulous fantastical way.
                                     A sexually charged, explicit BDSM romance.

“I knew they'd make a cute cage couple," the leather-clad master commented. “It’s fun watching two subs together.” He went up to the cage and reached a hand between the bars to stroke Kristztian’s hair. “Kiss” he ordered, stepping back again to stand beside the other, lesser Dom.
Ryan pulled back a little from the other lad and looked to Brandon. No matter how many other men they had sex with, the rules were no kissing and no sleeping with. As magnetic and intense as Ranulf was, he couldn’t break their rules for him or for anyone, not without consulting his boyfriend first. Ranulf’s eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together in a hard thin line for a few seconds before speaking.
“My dungeon, my rules. Down here, you do what I say. If you refuse, you will be hurt.”
Adrenalin rushed through Ryan’s body in a fearful glorious surge. He was a little scared, yes, but elated at the same time. After all, as long as he was compliant, there was surely no need to be really afraid; and if Ranulf went too far, Brandon would step in anyway, he would always protect him. He looked back at Kristztian, met his gaze briefly, then leaned in and pressed his mouth against his. He was cool and moist and tasted of cinnamon. He tentatively, slowly, drew his tongue across his lips as an erotic invitation. The invite was accepted – he parted his lips just enough to allow the gentle oral penetration. He lightly rested his hands on the other slave’s shoulders and felt a hand tangling into his hair.
“Tell me, has Ryan ever fucked? Been the top?” Ranulf asked Brandon, still keeping his gaze fixed on their two boys kissing and lightly petting.
“No, never” he replied, shaking his head. “He’s completely submissive. Why?”
“The top isn't always the dominant partner in a relationship, you know, that’s a common misconception” he told him. “And in a BDSM relationship, a total submissive can definitely top if it’s done right. It all depends on how it’s played out. If you have an established and recognized Power Dynamic, then getting your Bottom to Top doesn’t threaten to blur the lines. You’re still completely in control. You can humiliate, embarrass and discomfit a sub by forcing them to fuck, though they usually discover it’s fun after the initial awkwardness is past. You’re getting turned on watching them making out. Imagine watching them screw!” Suppressing a smirk, the more assertive male sat down on the fuck stool beside him, legs wide, hands in pockets. “Kristztian, get his cock out. Make him hard.” he ordered his slave boy, who obeyed without any hesitation.

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H.C. Brown is a multi-published, bestselling, award-winning author of Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, BDSM, Time Travel, Action Adventure, Suspense, and Contemporary Romance.
In 2016, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2015.
In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.
In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition.
In 2015, Highlander in The Mist was nominated in The Romance Reviews 2015 Readers’ Awards.
In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.
She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.
H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings.
H.C. welcomes feedback from her readers.

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Tamsin Baker loves everything erotic. Her books can be long, short and everything in between, but they’ll all be fast-paced with snappy dialogue and lots of sex. No Tamsin Baker book is the same, except there won’t be a lot of angst, as she wants her books to be everything that a fictional world can be—full of happily ever afters, dirty words, and sweet love.
“Love is love” and she tries to show that in a range of sub-genres, from M/M contemporary to paranormal ménage. She has a need to shock people and bring up embarrassing topics at the most inappropriate times.

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Dylan asked for a typewriter for his seventh birthday and has been writing ever since. He had his first short story published in a children’s comic when he was 12 when his main inspiration was Enid Blyton!
Dylan has played with lions, lived in an Iron Age round-hut, slept in a 5000-year-old rock tomb and kayaked white water rapids but now lives a quiet family life in the north of England with his daughter and two sons. He enjoys hiking, camping, ancient history, archaeology, reading, writing poetry, vegan cookery, ancient crafts, LARP costume making, pagan/spiritual activities, and his guilty pleasure is watching yaoi anime.
Dylan writes fantasy, sci-fi, fairy-tale, historical, BDSM, and contemporary gay romance stories and novellas, most with happy endings or at least happy-for-now endings.

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Friday, August 26, 2016

Promotion: The difference between failure and success.

So you have gained the contract and your book is ready for release. Unless you are with a mass market print publisher with a promotional team to push your work, you'll need to get off your backside and promote your book.

If you just sit back and expect people to buy from an unknown author without a blacklist, well unfortunately the chances of making one sale is probably 70-1.

The Essentials:

You must have a web site.

You must have an active blog, that is post even if its about your garden at least once a month.

You must have an author page on Facebook.

You must join as many social media author sites as possible in your genre and interact with readers and other authors. 

Be nice.  Nasty might work on TV but in reality once tarnished a reputation is hard to repair. People and the media have very long memories. Remember publishers see what you portray and how you treat people.

If your publisher has an author group, encourage  the other authors to "like" your author page  and in return you must return the favor.  

Doing the above gets your name out to the public.

Write another story, creating a back list is essential for success.

Good ways to promote and the suicide trail:

 Promotion isn't spamming or sending out emails to your friends.

To be perfectly honest,  bombarding social media with your new release constantly, pushes readers away.

Sending emails to your personal mailing list detailing your new releases bores people to death.

If you have created a reader update mailing list via social media, fine,  these people joined because they want to hear about your new releases.

Structured promotion is the only way to go and you have  two options.

1. You can pay a promotions company to promote your book. I've had some luck with doing this but it's expensive and unless you sell books in the tens of thousands, it isn't cost effective.

2. Plan a free promotion using the media available.

Ten tips:

1. Use your search engine and find blogs, which cover the genre you write and have free promotion. 

2. Join review sites and add your book for a review.

3. Join book promotion groups on Facebook  and add your new release and links.

4.Find review sites that offer to promote your new release.

5.Ask other authors in your genre for a swap blog hosting. 

6. Create a Street Team on Facebook. Involve your readers and offer copies of your book for review.

7. Join Manic Readers, Author Central and Yahoo/Google groups who read your genre and promote your book on their promotion days.

8. Remember Twitter is your friend, use it.

9. Go to conferences, book signings. Be seen, and heard . Be accessible to your readers. 

10. Make sure your readers see you,  as a real person and not an anonymous "Buy my book, buy my book" name. Involve them in your world and appreciate and value every one of them. 

I hope this helps.

Happy sales,

H.C. Brown

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Ignore Review Trolls

You know one of the most hurtful things a person can do to another is bullying. Of late, it seems being published is the criteria for an attack by bullies on Amazon in particular but they appear on other sites as well. We as authors have endured this on Goodreads by turning the other cheek and leaving. I'm not sure if the people or group doing this have a secret agenda or they are attacking authors to damage sales and/ or reputation. Some of the remarks in reviews are proof the person hasn't read the story. I've seen reviews slamming the author because they don't like the cover, one star, another who gave one star because they didn't like the blurb. Then they get personal, saying the author has no experience in the field and therefore has no right to write the story. They tout themselves as "experts" in the field and by their comments it's obvious they haven't a clue. Allowing reviews without the reader actually purchasing a book gives these trolls the ammunition they need to bully authors.
The problem is, GR and Amazon refuse to remove trash talking, author bullying reviews. I'm not talking about a person who has read a book and didn't like it, that is their honest opinion but a troll writes a review to hurt and belittle.
I've seen and experienced the results of bullying, mainly it causes depression and removes the desire to write. As authors we need to write, its a compulsion. We share our stories, our gift, in the printed word just as our ancestors passed on stories around a campfire before the availability of books.
What can you do if you're being bullied on FB? Go here:
If you're a reader and you want to support your favorite author, post a review. A small thing to do to counteract trolls.

If you're an author, I know its difficult to keep going after a vicious attack but don't let them win. Stay strong and keep writing. Read the hundreds of constructive reviews from genuine readers and don't allow one bad apple to spoil the barrel.
You are not alone.
((((((HUGS)))) HC

Friday, July 15, 2016


Sizzling Time Travel, M/M, M/M/M BDSM Erotic Romance.

It is 4300 and life on a distant planet as a Dom with an endless supply of delicious hot and oh so willing subs is a dream come true for Deon Winchester, especially as his enhancements have made him insatiable.
Oh yeah, he can last all night and performing in front of a few exclusive and well-paying patrons is a big turn-on, but Deon craves the love of a boy of his own. Problem is—his contract forbids any form of a relationship. He wants out and must convince his friend, Arjun, to escape with him.
If they succeed, will the BDSM scene on Earth be ready for two insatiable edge playing Doms from the future?


Tye tipped his head back, and his face held an expression of bliss. His full mouth opened slightly, and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Deon sat on the side of the bed and slowly caressed his thighs. He slid his hands around his buttocks, spreading him and sinking his fingers deep into the soft flesh. “Do you like it rough, Tye?”
“Oh yes, Apollo … yes.”
This one would enjoy spanking. He lifted him across his knees. Tye’s hard nipples pressed against his thigh, and his silky hair brushed his legs. Inhaling his rich, masculine scent, Deon pushed his mind into the character of Apollo. He needed to provide the ultimate experience in the hope that Jamil would give him more assignments like this one. He ran his hand over Tye’s back in a long, sensual caress and cupped his muscular bottom again. He squeezed. He had such smooth skin, unmarked and the color of alabaster. The Commissioner’s son had never received discipline.
Deon stroked him from knee to thigh then took his time exploring the cleft of his ass. He used one finger to probe his tight hole, finding him stretched and ready for fucking. Interesting. Have you just removed a butt plug? Never mind, I will stretch you more than ever before. Tye moaned under his touch, and his pale skin pebbled into goose flesh. He pressed his fingers into the muscles of the man’s thighs. “You are a very bad boy to seek a droid lover. You should have a boyfriend to please you. I think I should punish you.”
“Yes, I’ve been bad.” Tye lifted his hips. “Punish me, Apollo.”
“Oh, I’ll punish you, pup.” Deon chuckled. “Then I’m going to fuck you… You do want me to fuck your tight ass, don’t you?”
He spanked him along each thigh, lingering on the sweet spot where the buttocks met the leg. Alternating harsh slaps with slow, soothing strokes of his hand. The loud smacks echoed around the room, punctuated by Tye’s shrieks of delight. By the time he moved to his bottom, he was writhing in ecstasy. Handprints covered his flesh, and his skin glowed like a ripe peach. He reached for a tube of lube and applied a generous amount to his tight hole. Sliding his fingers inside, he finger fucked him slowly until Tye trembled against his knees.
Deon groaned. Tye’s scent filled his nostrils, and his cock pressed hard into his belly. His temperature rose, sweat coated his body. I must find release. Deon dipped his fingers into his hot ass and found his pleasure spot. He caressed the grape, and the boy jerked and cried out. He removed his finger. “Do you want me to stop? No? I think you enjoy punishment.” He jammed his thumb into his ass.
“You take me so close to climax and yet deny me release.” Tye lifted his head. “Fuck me, Apollo, fuck me now.”

Thursday, July 7, 2016

My day, H.C. Brown

A lot of people ask me how I keep track of multiple genre WIP at one time. I use a whiteboard. I've used all sorts of organizers, notebooks, post it notes, programs etc. etc to keep track of ideas, odd scenes, characters names etc. All of them meant loosing my train of thought and leaving the manuscript to look up whatever I needed. As I work on different projects at the same time, I need a memory jog mid sentence sometimes. Going old school and using a whiteboard, works so well. At a glance I get the information/ research, color of someone's eyes etc in a second. It really makes my life easier.

Two new releases on the horizon:

15 July: Insatiable, M/M BDSM

20 September :Master Luke, One Night in a Dungeon Anthology.

Hugs, HC

Wednesday, June 22, 2016


M/M  erotic BDSM girls :-)
Brad Morrison wants a man, in him, over him, dominating him.
But having a gay son wasn’t in his father’s vocabulary and to please him, Brad marries Jane.   They agree to live separate lives but the moment Jane tries to involve him in a ménage, he ends the marriage.
 He needs to come out but informing his father won’t be easy.
Turning to his best friend, Jett, for advice, he discovers the man he has drooled over for years is interested in him not only as a lover but as a sub.
With his homophobic father on the rampage, and  an ex-sub waiting to take his place, will Brad’s fragile and oh, so hot relationship with Jett survive?

The moment Brad walked from the lawyer’s office, a great burden lifted from his shoulders. He had lived a lie, played a part to please his father and denied his sexuality. He wanted more, a true relationship with a man and someone to explore the kinkier side of his nature. Deep inside, he craved domination and a man of his own. Living under his father’s thumb was over. He’d come out, recognized his true self, and wanted to wallow in the joy of personal freedom. Hell yeah, he’d had a tasty “experiment” but now craved a Dom, a man, he could trust with his total submission.
He turned into the hall and grinned at the sight of Jett Silver waiting by the elevator. He’d developed a close friendship with Jett over the past year. His friend had a brooding quality, a take charge, in your face, don’t fuck with me, persona and he craved to be under a flogger wielded by him, or licking a wet path up his tight leather pants. Oh, man, if only you were a Dom.
Jett sure resembled a Dom, especially with the black leather armbands he wore exercising. He worked in a building across the road, as some high-flying agent for rock bands. He’d met him at the local sports club, and the sexual God had approached him seeking someone to spot him on the weights. Since then they’d worked out together, hitting the weights four times a week. Oh boy, he loved how this man ordered him around in the gym. He’d wondered about Jett’s sexuality, but his friend had made no sexual moves in his direction. Surely Jett couldn’t have failed to notice his attraction toward him? Fuck, the moment, Jett bent over him to support the bar, Brad’s shorts had done nothing to hide his arousal.
He bit back a chuckle. Spotting Jett on the weights had become an enjoyable pastime. Man, he had to stop himself drooling over the delicious slide of taut muscles under his damp, tanned skin. He wanted to sink his fingers into the sheet of ebony liquid silk brushing the man’s broad shoulders. The handsome man had become an obsession—too bad if the guy was straight.
He wet his lips and his gaze feasted on his friend’s hard muscular body. His attention went to Jett’s amazing green eyes, shaded by long ebony lashes. His friend’s soulful expression sent heat straight to his balls. So yeah, saying he lusted after the hunk was an understatement.
He dropped his gaze, relieved when the metallic doors slid open.
“You look happy. Did you buy another company?” Jett followed him inside the elevator.
Brad shrugged. “Nah, I’ve just divorced my wife.”
“Jane? Wow! You’ve kept that information a secret from me. What happened? She’s a real doll. Couldn’t you keep it in your pants?”
Brad’s eyes narrowed. “Me? No, I’m the faithful kind. Unfortunately, my time with her is a long, painful story.”
“Well, as you’re free from her clutches now, how about joining me to celebrate? We could go for dinner and have a few drinks. I’m a very good listener, and you look like you need to get this off your chest.” Jett slapped him on the back.
Brad ran both hands through his unruly curls. “Yeah, why not. If I stay home, my father will be on the phone chewing my ear all night. When I told him I intended divorcing Jane, he went ballistic and threatened to disinherit me.” He sighed. “A meal will be good because I’ve not eaten very well for months with all this hassle.”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit depressed of late, but I didn’t want to intrude.” Jett smiled. “You could’ve come to me. We are friends, and I am a great sounding board. I’m not the type to spread your private business all over town. You shouldn’t have tried to cope with a bad divorce on your own—that’s what friends are for.”
Oh Lord, Brad wanted to sink into the man’s arms, seek comfort from his strength and inhale his warm musky scent. He swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to lose your friendship by burdening you with my problems. I like what we have, I’m myself with you.”
A flicker of awareness caressed Jett’s gaze. His full delicious mouth curled into a smile. “You won’t lose my friendship. Divorcing your wife will make us closer, I guarantee it.”
A wave of relief spilled over Brad. He squeezed Jett’s muscular arm and smiled. “Thanks, I know I can trust you. Stupid pride got the better of me I guess. How about meeting me at the steak house on Third about eight?”
“That sounds good.” Jett rubbed his chin. “He couldn’t, could he? Disinherit you, I mean.”
Brad shrugged. “He might break the partnership if he bought me out, but I don’t want his money. What I do need is a father. He’s not getting any younger, and all this stress is more than he needs right now after the bypass surgery.”
The elevator doors opened with a swish and Brad followed Jett down the dark, tiled corridor and out the large, glass doors into the summer heat. He paused on the sidewalk and drew a deep breath. “So this is what freedom feels like. This past year has been a nightmare—well apart from meeting you.”
“Well, I for one, can’t wait to hear all the gory details.” Jett grinned. “I’ll see you later.” He turned on his heel, and with a wave headed toward the large glass building holding his office.
Brad watched him walk away. The enticing scent of Jett’s aftershave still lingered in the air, a much more delightful scent than the overbearing perfume Jane wore. His attention lingered on Jett’s ass until he disappeared into the building’s lobby. He shook his head to dislodge the image and strode to his glossy black Italian sports car. He unlocked the driver’s door, and sank into the low leather seat then turned the key and the car purred into life. He moved into the line of traffic then turned onto the expressway, heading toward home. The air conditioner blew refreshing cold air onto his heated skin. He took a deep breath and sighed. Would he lose Jett’s friendship and his father’s respect, if they knew the real reason for his divorce?

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