Wednesday, August 7, 2013

New Release: Shades of Pain by H.C. Brown


Shades of Pain



 Book Blurb



Changed from a street hustler by nano enhancement, Chanze becomes the first in a long line of super, man whores with Rent-A-Boy, a high-class escort agency set in the basement of a Manhattan hotel. With an insatiable sex drive, an erection that lasts all night, and a Doomsday chip in the base of his brain, life is peachy.

 Chanze finds he enjoys being a sub and soon becomes addicted to pain but his heart grows colder with each client until a firefighter stumbles into his life. The exciting and sexy, Delano, devises a plan to free the sex slaves and destroy Rent-a-Boy.




 Excerpt:


Chanze swayed. No longer able to force a word from his abused mouth, he groaned. The whip cut deep into the flesh of his thighs inflaming damaged nerve endings and pushing his orgasm to overload. His ass quivered. He had begged for the thrust of his Master’s cock but the sting of leather had answered his pleas. The need for a man to pound his pleasure spot had become an obsession in the last hour. The four Doms moved around him each taking turns with the whip, each demanding his complete surrender. He had given them all he had. Now, he wanted them to fuck him. As a biologically engineered human, he had the ability to spill ten times in two hours and these men knew it. Most clients wanted to watch him come. Not these people. Precum pooled beneath his aching purple shaft in a shimmer of opalescence. He dropped his head to the cold stone floor and pushed his buttocks high in the air. His knees trembled. Please, fuck me now, please.
“Open your ass and show your Masters how tight you are, like a virgin ready to be sacrificed to four devils.” The masked Dom crushed Chanze’s fingertips under his shit kicker. “How long does it take your hole to become tight again after a good fucking, boy?”
“I don’t think he can answer you. Look at him, my cum is crystallizing on his lips. I’ll offer him some water. I want to hear him beg some more.” A grey haired man with a fat gut squatted beside Chanze. “Drink.” He pushed the opening of a plastic cup to Chanze’s mouth.
 Chanze gulped down the water. The cool liquid spilled from his swollen lips and ran down his chin. The Doms liked their blowjobs rough and he’d taken each one of them with relish. He lifted his gaze. “It’s always tight, sir.”
“Good.” The first man trailed the tip of the whip over Chanze’s back. “Spread those cheeks.”
 Please, please, fuck me now. His heart pounded and desire curled around his balls. He assumed the correct position and spread his buttocks. One masked Dom stood over his head with one steel-capped boot either side of his shoulders. Chanze dragged in a breath. The cool tip of the whip slid between the cleft of his bottom and flicked his balls before sliding up, and down in a tormenting glide over his hole.
“Look how his ass begs to be fucked.”  A cushion dropped on the floor between his legs. “How about a tongue fuck, boy?”
Chanze trembled waiting for the joy to come. Instead, the smell of candle wax filled the air and heat scorched his flesh. He shuddered. Flames of desire scored a path up his cock and he rocketed into a mind-blowing orgasm. He moaned. Ribbons of cum shot in long spurts over his belly and dripped onto the floor in a pearly white pool. More wax dripped down his ass in a sizzle of burned skin. His cock jerked.  The delicious pain had increased the erotic sensations shimmering up his shaft, tenfold. Boneless, he collapsed onto the floor. I’m in deep shit now.  He had forgotten to ask permission to spill. Oh, fuck!

The Doms circled around him laughing. One bent his mouth close to his ear. The scent of whiskey filled Chanze’s nostrils.  “Now you’re ready to be fucked. Have you ever had a DP, boy?—No? Well, isn’t this your lucky day?”

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Self Editing Tips Part 1 by H.C. Brown



I really prefer editors to offer their knowledge in my craft posts but after some emails insisting I should contribute to this  section, I've put together a few things that might be of interest...but in saying this I'm not an editor.

Polishing a manuscript.

Many of us  suffer from what I call "word blindness". The brain is a wonderful part of our bodies and it's function is to get the correct information to us at speed. This is why when we see  a jumble of words on a page so long as the first and last letter are correct our brain makes up the middle.

For example:

In a perxect woxld we woxld axl be rxch

In a perfect world we would all be rich.

Okay, so when we are reading through our manuscripts our brain tells us it's perfect.

I have found a simple solution to this. Most editors will tell you to put the M/S away for a few weeks and then go back to it. Or, print it out and read it. That often works very well because our brains have forgotten the work so we look at it with fresh eyes.

So what if we haven't got three weeks to spare?

The solution  came to me by accident. I posted a critique on my critique group wall and it came up in a different format. I noticed minor errors straight away.
So the solution is:
Copy your m/s into another document to keep it safe.

Every time you sit down to edit, select all and change the font to a significantly different one.

Or change the background color of your page.

At the end of your polishing  it is easy to revert the document back to the original font.

Common problems:

 Learning how to show and not tell a story.

Telling: She felt hot. She blushed.- Wrong.
Showing: Her face grew hot.  Heat rushed into her cheeks.- Correct.

Telling: She felt cold.- Wrong.
Showing : An icy breeze brushed her skin.- Correct.

Putting the re-action before the action is a frequent error.

She screamed as her feet caught fire- incorrect.
Her feet caught fire and she screamed in agony. - Correct.

Head hoping- how to keep POV.

  By adding adjectives to the  second character you can easily keep the main character's POV and avoid head hopping.

 So what is head hopping?

Lucy lifted her chin and gazed into John's blue eyes. ( Lucy's POV- why? Because she can see his blue eyes) John took her shoulders and bent to kiss her succulent lips. ( John's POV...why? Because he can see her succulent lips)
This is head hoping so we need to keep the scene in  Lucy's POV.

Lucy lifted her chin and gazed into John's blue eyes. John 's expression became intent, he took her shoulders in his large hands and bent to kiss her. ---- Here we can see John through Lucy's POV.

I hope this helps.



H.C. Brown



Friday, August 2, 2013

In the Hot Seat With HC: Author Loretta Laird




Joining me in the Hot Seat today is author,  Loretta Laird  



          
 Hi, my name is Loretta Laird and I am a romance-aholic! I love to get lost in a book though seldom get the opportunity being a busy mum. I enjoy cooking, mostly cakes as that’s what I love to eat. My ambition is to buy a cabin by a lake and sit and write all day, creating worlds and stories that are enjoyed by many.

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?


 I love reading romance, particularly a steamy Highland fling and fantasy. I decided to combine my two passions with The Passers. I have since written a contemporary short Christmas story that has been offered a contract and Boos 2 and 3 of The Passers. The great thing is with a fantasy book is that ‘anything goes’. It is your world that you created so it can be whatever you imagine it to be.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?

 I write now to relax and unwind after work. It has become a bit of a compulsion though and I find it hard to switch off if I haven’t had a chance to write down all my ideas. I work full time so evenings are my writing time. My children now groan when I pull out my laptop!

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?

 Yes and no. My first book was a ‘write it all down and then see’ effort. With my second I got all ideas down before I started organising them. When I read through, I add bits and even extra chapters. Mostly, I write and write until the story is out then breath and read.




Q:  What qualities do you instil in your heroes?

Independence, high libidos and a noble heart.

Q. Coffee or tea? 

Tea

Q. Beach or countryside?

 I love the sea but get quite bored sitting still. Walks in either setting.

Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?

Fantasy world then I can’t get my facts wrong!

Q: Where do you get your inspiration? Good question. I suppose from what I read and watch and observe, maybe a bit of personal experience too.


Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.

Yes, give up work and write all day in a secluded location where dust, washing and hungry children did not exist.

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?

I am more amazed when I get an acceptance! If someone doesn’t want my book then I move on. A bit of feedback would be nice though, to give us some pointers.



Q: What do you like to read and who are your favorite authors?

My favourite author has got to be J.R. Tolkien. Julie Garwood tells a ripping historical love story and Christopher Paolini is a talented writer of fantasy. I tend to read the synopsis of a book and choose it that way so I don’t always take account of the author. At the moment I am reading ‘Highland Lord’ by Tarah.



Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?

I started with just the one but now I am trying to write three at a time. Probably not good for me but I am not always in a fantasy mood.


Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?

Only once, just after my book release. I think I thought, Right, that’s it! I have done it now, I can stop.

Q. What motivates you to write?

Hard one, I have become hooked and I can’t stop.

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?

Go for it! Sex sells!

Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?

I have a book out in December called An Upside-down Christmas. It is about a family who moved to Australia from England. Carrie, the mum, can’t get used to the heat and just feels homesick for the gloomy winter festival. She gets a new lease of life with the gift of a notebook, starts to write and grows to love her new country and her old husband!

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel?


The Passers is a fantasy romance set in the mythical world of Fellnesia. It begins when an Air princess is rescued by a handsome Passer. The resulting child, of this union, is a young girl called Jadara. Her destiny is to defeat the evil Greenflack and reclaim her birthright. She is aided by a group of nomadic warriors known as the Passers. Their role in Fellnesia is to assist with the passing of souls at the time of death. This talent was gifted to them by the ancient freegan, a powerful mix of dragon and phoenix. The freegan are now in danger and reach out to Jadara to save them from their cruel enslavement. Can Jadara achieve her quest without falling prey to the evil will of Greenflack or the roguish charms of a young Passer named, Adamen?

Excerpt: Jadara’s sleep was all too soon disturbed by unpleasant dreams of the raven-haired Em. He was pacing around her grandmother’s house. In her slumber, Jadara heard the voice of Drew calling to her for help.
“I will return,” called Jadara. “I will come back for you.”
With a start, Jadara’s eyes flew open. She gasped as she saw the muscled form of Adamen leaning lazily on the frame of the bed chamber, regarding her with a satisfied gleam. He seemed larger than usual in the confined space of the tree dwelling and his manliness was hard to ignore.
“Troubled slumber, Princess?”
“I... I... dreamed about home.”
****
Her frank answer impressed him and her openness touched his heart. He did not deny that he had enjoyed the few minutes spent watching her. Concerned by her obvious distress, his instinct had been to scoop her up and comfort her in his protective arms. Alas, his thoughts then turned to carnal images of what he would do next. The lure of the bed next to her only encouraged his vivid fantasy. Adamen observed with amusement the change in Jadara’s breathing. He had had enough women interested in him to read the signs of arousal and knew from experience that he could just reach out and pull this beautiful she-mate into his practised embrace. The thought made him ache for her in his loins. His duty seemed to pale in significance as their two souls reached out to find each other.
****
Jadara squirmed under his scrutiny, aware of his smouldering eyes and taut body. She stood up, eager to avoid the vulnerability she felt looking up at him from the seat. Now there were two of them in the enclosed space and their bodies were just inches apart. Jadara allowed herself to imagine how Adamen’s arms would feel under the soft touch of her fingertips, how she could run her hands across his muscled chest. Her breathing became heavier as she let her mind wander to places lower on his body, imagining what she might find there.
Jadara stretched out a tentative hand and heard a low throaty growl from the warrior before her. Urged on by his passion, she touched the solid wall of his chest as a responding moan escaped her lips. Adamen lowered his head and his lips possessed hers. Fire leapt through her body and a heady glow filled her core. Her mouth responded instinctively to his and she moved her lips with a furnace of passion inciting her on. Adamen appeared delighted by her primeval ardour and began to lower his head to trace a trail of burning kisses down to her breast. His hand grasped her thigh and crushed her wanton body against the timber wall behind. Jadara dug her nails into his back, climbing up his solid frame and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. If she could have climbed inside him she would gladly have done it. Adamen was not sure how long his resolve would last as he lifted his head to gaze down into the amber eyes, flecked with sparks of desire.




Author’s links: www.lorettalaird.com


 Thanks for stopping by today:-)
HC


Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Guest Author Judith Leger: Witch Mountain Series

Welcome Judith Leger. This is a wonderful new series, so grab your copies now.


Book one of the Witch Mountain Series.
Widow Glory Sinclair and her daughter are living a quiet life on the mountain homestead her family settled nearly three hundred years ago. Then, on a crisp autumn morning, a fractured shriek echoes across the hollow, and Glory’s temperamental handyman claims her prized statue carved from a tree trunk attacked him. Could a wooden likeness of a witch who died centuries before take life? Glory doesn’t think so. Still, mouthwatering sheriff and bachelor William Moore’s decision to hang around and get to the bottom of the increasingly frequent strange occurrences provides her a degree of comfort. Her growing desires to find comfort in his bed…not so much.






Second is MICAH'S HEART, the continuation of the tale of Esmeralda.  It's hotter and steamier than the the first book.  Set in contemporary times, the truth comes to light about the carving and Sabre's family!







Dark clouds soar in the skies above Sabre Nichols the first time she meets Micah McGregor. Still the gloom doesn’t detract from the overwhelming hunger she feels for the sexy half native American with his lean body, long dark hair and captivating blue eyes. She wants him. 

After attending her great grandmother’s funeral, Sabre assumes she’ll stay a week at the old homestead on Witch Mountain, and then return to her job as a paranormal researcher. But strange events on the mountain and Micah’s sexy charisma wreak havoc with her plans. Micah seems to hide something eerie behind his brilliant blue gaze... 

Can she trust him to help find the source of the spectral activities? Or can she believe the tales of her witch heritage? If she puts her faith in Micah, will she find answers... and lose her heart?

Monday, July 29, 2013

4 Star Review for Hurt Me Good


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4 Star Review by Risque Reviews' Melissa



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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Pride Master- H.C. Brown Out Now


Dragged into a future realm Leo Marshal’s erotic dreams become a reality. Has he found his found his dream lover, and Master in Ashrin of Ecatnie Pride? Life is vastly different in this new sensual world of sex and discipline. The only problem is, Leo is afraid Ashrin will love him . . . to death. 


Excerpt:

"You belong to me, Leo."
The voice spilled over him like liquid silk; the man's face a dark shadow in the twilight. Leo lowered his head to nuzzle the hairless balls, to drink in the rich, hypnotic scent he craved. Under his palms, strong thigh muscles tensed, moving under sweat-soaked skin. Leo moved his mouth, pressing kisses up his lover's long, hard shaft. Strong fingers twisted in Leo's hair, dragging his mouth to the weeping slit.
"Open your mouth; suck me." The deep, sensual voice commanded.
Leo swiped his tongue across the tip, the familiar, rich, musky flavor bursting across his tongue. His heart clenched; he loved this man with a soul-destroying passion. This man completed him. His dream lover, his ultimate fantasy. Leo moaned in bliss. He couldn't wait to taste him again and lunged forward to slide his tongue across the velvet shaft.
I don't know your name. Tell me your name.
The bed began to lurch and roll. The dream faded and he awoke achingly hard and frustrated. Damn it. Why do I always have the same dream?
"Winds of up to one hundred and fifty miles an hour . . . ."
Leo Marshall lifted the baseball cap off his eyes and yawned. What was that?
Stretching, he eased out of the chair and pulled up his fishing rod. The balmy summer day had vanished, hidden behind a violent, black storm front. Clouds of every shade of grey charged across the sky. An icy wind cut through his t-shirt and whipped the once glassy, blue ocean into angry, white caps. In the distance, lightning brought flashes of the coastline, misshapen behind a wall of torrential rain.
Fuck. Leo secured his belongings and ducked inside the cabin. On the twoway, he could hear the Coastguard giving out warnings. He radioed in his details and position.
"You won't make it to Harper's Peak; didn't you hear the warnings?" came the response. "You will have to try and ride it out. We have your position. Do you have a satellite beacon?"
Leo ran a hand through his hair. "Yes, I do, thank God."
The Coastguard signed off and Leo stood transfixed, watching the sea join the inky blue of the sky and close in around him, plunging him into twilight. The Laura Jane rolled and dipped, huge waves crashing over her bow. Leo dragged on his life jacket and pulled his way to the stern to up anchor. Wind tore off his baseball cap, dragged his long hair from its binding and whipped it across his eyes. Brushing at his face, he looked up at the savage sky; his eyes widened. "Holy fuck."
Highlighted by blanket lightning, a funnel rose from the sea. The awesome beast swirled high into the clouds and danced across the ocean like a giant hydra. Long trails of water undulated from its twisting neck with gaping maws. The wind roared, lashing salty rain into his face and tearing at his clothes with icy fingers. Leo dropped the anchor on the deck and battled his way back to the cabin. I've got to get out of here. He depressed the start button on the engine, once, twice.
Nothing.
He ran his arm over his face, swiping at seawater stinging his eyes, and tried again. "Come on girl."
The motor caught and burst into life. Leo laughed in triumphant desperation and fought frantically to turn the craft around. A great surge of boiling water picked up the Laura Jane and dragged the small craft up to the crown of a gigantic wave. Leo clung to the wheel, water swirling in the cabin up to his knees. The boat hovered on the crest then surfed down the shimmering wall at world record speed. Leo looked down the face of the twenty-foot wave . I'll never out run it.
The boat crashed into the foaming water, bobbing like a cork. It lurched to one side and the crab basket and fishing tackle slammed against Leo's legs. In his hands, the slippery wheel fought against him, spinning one way and then the other. The bow dipped sharply and the propeller broke free of the waves, the engine screaming in protest. The sea roared its discontent, and before him, a whirlpool opened up, a giant vortex sucking everything to oblivion. Leo swallowed, fear closing his throat, ears deafened with the roar that sounded like a freight train. The Laura Jane lay on its side, dark, swirling water pinning it in its embrace. Whipped into a giant centrifuge in hell, Leo joined the speeding procession of marine debris. Above, a mountain of spinning, black water, below, a swirling orifice of black and green sank down to the depths of hell.
Leo clung to the cabin door, his legs floating in midair. The howl of a thousand devils shrieked in his head. The roof of the cabin ripped off in a whine of twisted metal. He looked up one last time, seeking the heavens. Within the madness, a strange calmness enclosed him. His fingers grew numb and slipped off the cabin door. Goodbye, Mom and Dad.

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

NEW RELEASE: RYLAND BY H.C. BROWN- EXCERPT








Ryland

By: H.C. Brown | Other books by H.C. Brown
Published By: Hawt Books Publishing
ISBN # HCBRWN0000010
Word Count: 30000
Heat Index     
Available in: Epub, Adobe Acrobat


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About the book



Take one oversexed alpha male shifter add two or three delicious Fae males and shake well.

Ryland’s world is changed forever after the arrival of Lor, a sexy Fae male. Convinced to follow Lor into another dimension, Ryland discovers a world where free love with or more men is encouraged.

An excerpt from the book


Chapter One

“Are you sure that’s an Ecatnie?” Allure the Fair wrinkled his nose.

“A shifter from a thousand years in the future, is living here with the Nomags?”

Lor narrowed his eyes and glared at his brother. “I’ve watched him for over five years. Pride males don’t have his powers. Lady’s blood, he has an aura of magyck. He can retract his fangs! His eyes are violet with swirls of green and silver opalescence. I’ve consulted with Nox and he concurs, this male is an Ecatnie.”

“I can’t imagine why you waste your time mooning over a Pride male. What can you possibly do with him? He’s stuck here in the Human realm and no doubt contaminated by Nomag ways. If you reveal yourself to him, most likely he’ll try to kill you.“

Disgusted, Lor looked away. “This is my choice.”

“As you wish.” Allure the Fair cursed under his breath and disappeared.

Lor drew his wings closer around him and gazed down from his rooftop perch. A summer breeze brushed his cheek. Squirrels, dashed along the boughs of an ancient oak, jumping over each other in innocent play. His gaze dropped and lingered on the male sauntering along the sidewalk. Sunlight glistened on a sheet of copper hair resting on the man’s shoulders. He savored the sight of tight, denim jeans sliding over lean muscle, and the flex of golden biceps showing beneath the sleeves of his black tee. He wanted him.
Ryland Strange had become his obsession.

Drawing his glamor around him, Lor dropped off the rooftop and fluttered down silently to the sidewalk. He hid behind a bank of honeysuckle. Invisible to the Nomags in his Fae form, his magyck afforded him enough glamor to disguise himself as a Nomag. He morphed into a human male of about twenty-five summers. He drew in the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, waited until he heard the Ecatnie’s footfalls then stepped out into the street. Ryland collided with him, and his hard body sent Lor sprawling to the curb.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” Ryland held out a hand.

For a few moments, Lor sat on the sidewalk, staring up into the young man’s eyes. He caught his breath; flecks of green and silver, sparkled like gems within the violet hue. The sight of his perfectly formed features, high cheekbones, long straight nose, and those lips — gods, so full and luscious, sent his heart hammering in his chest. First contact.
Head swimming, Lor touched his stinging cheek. He dragged his gaze away from Ryland’s face and glanced down at the smear of blood on his fingertips. He smiled at Ryland and took the offered hand. “I’m okay—I think.”

“My house is just here.” Ryland tipped his chin toward the neat red, brick house. “Come inside and I’ll take a look at your cheek. It’s the least I can do after knocking you senseless.”

Ryland closed his long fingers around Lor’s hand and pulled him to his feet. This close, Lor could almost taste the rich masculine fragrance oozing from him. He recognized the delectable, musky scent as pure, Pride male. His heart pounded. Ryland’s fingers gripped his hand, and his amazing eyes flashed gold for an instant before he let go. The man’s lips curled up at the corners. He stood back and a hooked one thumb in the front of his jean’s pocket.

Lor rubbed his palm on his pants and held it out as he had seen Nomags do in way of greeting. “Thanks, I’m Lor.”

Ryland shook his hand and his intense gaze drifted over Lor with undisguised interest. “I’m Ryland. Have we ever met before?”

Drawing a deep breath to steady his voice, Lor shook his head. “No, but I’ve seen you around. I remember watching you play football for the Knights.”

“Nah, not there in a club— Durk’s on Vine?” He turned to open the white, wooden gate and headed toward the front door.

Hmm, he really means; do I like males? Now that was straight to the point. “Yeah, I’ve hung out there a few times.”

The smile Ryland flashed him over his shoulder, made his knees buckle. He swallowed hard and followed him inside. Ryland’s intoxicating scent infused the house. Lor glanced around; the rooms off the hall were neat, tidy, and masculine. In the kitchen, a large, bright, airy room with windows overlooked a small garden.

"I’ll get something to clean up that graze.” Ryland turned toward a long bench. “It’s only a scratch.”

Copyright H.C.Brown 2013