H.C. Brown's Best selling Club Flogger's Series continues with some crazy antics from rockstar Seth and his Dom, Kall. Seth, drummer of the famous rock band, Cold Heat, enjoys a little role-play and Kall takes his pup on a hot ride over the edge.
"Don't look at me, keep your mouth shut. I’m gonna let go of your hands. Pull up your pants and hold them but leave that hot cock exposed for all to see. Good boy, now walk back to the studio." He shoved Seth in the back. How does he know about the studio? It’s the biggest kept secret since Roswell. Freezing air cut into his skin and his balls ached. The man’s cold hand rested on the bare skin of his back. With every step Seth glanced around the empty street, surely, someone would come.
"Stop. Turn around and put out your hands." He pushed Seth against a tree surrounded in shadows. Seth complied. The frozen bark scratched his back. The stranger grasped his wrists in his large hand and lifted them high in the air. Fear strangled the cry in his throat.
“Move and I’ll cut off your balls. Understand boy?”
Seth gripped the tree behind him. “Yes, Sir.”
The man gazed at his shrunken shaft, his breathing ragged. The knife pressed against Seth’s belly the man dropped to his knees and lifted the edge of his balaclava. He had full, luscious lips, and dark stubble dusted his chin. Seth swallowed. He resembled his Dom, had his lips, his chin, but not his voice. Could this be Kall acting out his wildest fantasy?
"Ask me to suck you, boy."
Seth trembled. Dear God what was happening? The knife pressed against his flesh. “Please suck me, Sir.”
The stranger lowered his head and groaned.
So damned good, Seth shuddered with the thrill of forbidden excitement. His captor’s tongue flicked out like a snake, circling the tip. Then his warm mouth surrounded him suckling and tugging him into erection. The stranger growled in appreciation and bobbed his head. Seth panicked. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. . .fuck! "Please . . . I can't . . . I can't do this."
"You are and you’re loving it. I can taste how much you want me." The stranger ignored Seth's pleas, and suckled harder.
needed a job — he never expected to need his boss.
life can be pared down to one principle: Be as successful as possible by being
as single-minded as possible. But his commitment to his goal is tested upon
returning home to his mansion and finding his gorgeous new gardener in his
a student, and his new job is perfect: decent income and a place to study
that's quiet, peaceful, and stocked with useful resources. The last thing he
expects to find there is a stunning man who offers to open up all the doors
that Luke has yet to be brave enough to peek behind.
is happy to wait for Luke to come to him, but when he does, Thomas has no
intention of holding back...
studying architecture and you have some pretty awesome textbooks. I was just
making some notes.”
nodded mechanically and sat down in the chair opposite Luke. This was not what
he needed— to find out his gorgeous, young gardener was intelligent too. Crap.
Talk! Just talk to him. “How long have you got to go?”
He choked out.
groaned theatrically and rolled his eyes. “Two long years. But I’ll get there.”
smiled at the artless way Luke had of moving and talking. But the question was,
was he gay? Were his smiles a come-on,
or the act of a guileless young man?
blue eyes sparkled. “You’re home late, sir.”
opened his mouth and said something he had never murmured to a staff member
before, “You can call me Thomas if you like.”
cocked his head in an adorable way, his blue eyes showing surprise and
couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips at the sound of such a nickname
from this gorgeous young man. A name he
had banned all previous lovers and friends from using. He didn’t like the sound
of it, it sounded common. Well, it
don’t usually let people call me that.”
stood up and smiled. “Really? Why not?”
stood up also and moved forward so that they almost nose to nose. His need to
touch this guy was an almost painful yearning. Luke’s eyes widened in surprise
but the pupils dilated in arousal also. Thomas followed his instincts and
it sounds like something my lover would call me.”
blinked several times but didn’t move back.
took that as assent and lifted his hands to cup Luke’s jaw. His skin was soft,
with the faintest feeling of bristles against his palm. He brought his face a
scant inch closer.
felt Luke’s gasp against his lips but pressed forward and moaned as their skin
met. Luke’s lips were soft, juicy and full of potential. He stepped closer so
that their bodies were touching, Thomas’ cock hardened as it rubbed against the
younger man. He groaned again and coaxed Luke’s lips open.
opened to him slowly and Thomas took advantage, tasting and licking the inside
of Luke’s mouth. Enjoying the softness, the way Luke’s tongue hesitantly met
soft moan Luke emitted caused Thomas’s body to harden unbearably, and then Luke
was pushing him back with a gentle hand.
head was swimming as though he was drunk and he staggered back a few steps so
that he was in the centre of the room again. He was dizzy with pleasure and was
throwing caution to the wind. He knew he should have spoken to the head
gardener first to find out what sort of employee Luke was. He should have
talked to his lawyer, but he didn’t. He just opened his mouth and said what he
gonna have a bath. Wanna join me?”
mouth fell open as his eyes scanned down Thomas’ body. Thomas knew his erection
would be obvious in the dress pants he wore. It was hard and uncomfortable, but
he didn’t care. Luke needed to see what was on offer.
reached up and pulled his tie down, part of his seriously lust-fogged brain
wondering if he was about to be sued for sexual harassment.
He raised an eyebrow at the beautiful boy still staring at him.
threw his silk tie down onto the chair, shrugged off his jacket and began
unbuttoning his shirt. His stomach tightened in excitement as he waited for
Luke to make the next move.
Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only discovered erotic
romance twelve months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot
and looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she has written and obtained twenty
contracts of varying lengths for her erotic romance and erotica novels. She
absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She has two other jobs, kids and a
hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of
M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there
is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing Female dommes, but she
loves experimenting in all genres. She is learning to write and read more, one
step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of
erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway.
WelcomeWillow West can you tell my readers a little about you?
Willow West is a contemporary
author. She likes to write about strong female characters engaging in
titillating activities. Willow likes the slightly unconventional and reminds us
that not all heroes and heroines are perfect. Willow writes and works as a
copywriter. She lives in with six children in a house that is full of love. If
she could write anywhere, it would be in a breezy attic overlooking the ocean.
Q: Can you tell our readers a little about your
writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
M.I.L.F. is my first book. It tells of
carries, a financially struggling widow who finds herself making an income by
selling sex. Her appeal to her daughter’s handsome young friend leads her on a
journey of hilarious misdemeanours.
I like to write modern books that many
not conform to the tradition love stories that I, along with many, also like to
Q: Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse
I work full time and have six children
in my care. I also write part-time for a web design company so neither really
applies. I write on the rare occasions that I have nothing else to do!
Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an
No, I really should but I have to just
get started. I wrote and write until my ideas are spent and then I re-read and
make notes at the bottom of where the story will go next. I then give it to my
friend to read. She suggests places where I could add bits in. I t works for
Q: What qualities do you instill in your heroes?
Hard to say as this is my first book
sand there isn’t really a hero. There is a messy father/son love triangle and I
ended up not sure who I wanted Clara to be with. I actually wrote three endings
and wildly disagreed with everyone about which one I was going to use. I even
toyed with a multi-choice ending where the reader decided...(You’ll have to
read it to see which one won.)
Coffee or tea?
Depends what time of day; tea for
breakfast and at 4 pm then coffee for elevenses and before I go to bed.
Beach or countryside?
Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic
So far, the story was mainly set in a
house, although court was featured at the end. Watch this space!
Where do you get your inspiration?
It just comes to me. I do a lot of
talking with my critical friend so much so that she often feels as if she has
read the whole book before I even hand it to her!
Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
Yes, send the kids to Timbuktu and win the
We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any
advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I have been very lucky that I had a
contract not too long after I started writing,. Since then, I have had every
book I have written signed by SteameReads. I am very blessed in this regard. I
cannot stress enough the need to have a critical friend read your work. They
often pick up things that can improve your work and give it that polish. Don’t
be in too much of a hurry to submit. Sit on the book for a while, start another
then re-read. Be honest with yourself. Is it a book you would enjoy?
What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
I like all sorts of books. At the moment
I am trying to get through all the books by my Facebook writer friends. I know
many of them have read some of my other books in my fantasy genre (Loretta
Laird) so I try to return the favour. I like fantasy and romance best.
Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
I move between. Sometimes, I just have
an urge to write one book or a new idea comes to me. At the moment I have four
on the go.
Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
I suppose I do but it is more like when the
muse stands no chance of getting a look in!
What motivates you to write?
It is just something I feel I need to
do. It is just natural to me to have my laptop open and be writing whenever I
What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
Get it reviewed by a friend or friends
then do some research about publishers. Make a few Facebook author buddies and
Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
M.I.L.F. was released last week so grab
a copy. My Passer series by Loretta Laird is up to two out of three books. I
have submitted book three and await my contract!
you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this
I love the Julie Walters movie about a
brothel and one day I just imagined a lady who enjoyed sex offering it to help
pay her mortgage and bills. I researched a couple of court cases from the UK
and a story was born. I wanted Clara to just happen upon it really with the
focus being on the comedy of it rather than the seediness.
Clara is a widow. She has a grown up
daughter and she is alone with growing debts. One day, she discovers that her
daughter's friend has always considered her a M.I.L.F. (Mother I'd Like to
Fuck). One thing leads to another and she ends up fulfilling his youthful
fantasy. Later on, his father suggests that she capitalize on the assets she
has. Before long, she is entertaining as series of unusual men and releasing
their hidden desires. A heart-warming and funny account of one woman's journey
to make ends meet.
Dean was nineteen. He was working part-time in
Clara's garden, doing odd jobs, and mowing and trimming some of the undergrowth
that lay abandoned. He'd been friends with Frankie since school and when she'd
left for university, he had kept coming to do the garden and any odd jobs that
Clara had neither the time nor the inclination to do. Clara was not always home
when he came over but when she was, she'd offer a cold drink or piece of cake
and a chat about football scores or his latest nights out and parties.
One October day, the
sun was concluding its daily journey through the sky and Dean had popped into
Clara's kitchen for a cold drink and a chat. Clara liked to look at the young
man. She felt guilty admitting it, but she did. He had an old soul and was
happy to sit and chat with her, always interested in her latest editing project or news about Frankie. Clara had
always hoped that something would develop between the two young people but it
was not be.
“So what’s new with
you?” Clara asked after Dean had gulped down a tall glass of iced water.
cheeks reddened instantly and he looked from side-to-side around the room with
an awkward air.
“Oh!” Clara said with
a wisdom that comes to one with age and experience. “A matter of the heart, is
Her gentle teasing
extracted a muffled mumble about a girl that he'd met and who he was hoping to
take things to 'the next level' with. Clara was delighted and urged him to tell
At this, his face
dropped and he lowered his head down.
“I just don't know about all that stuff,” he moaned.
“You know...” he added with a desperate look in Clara's direction.
“Sex,” she finished the sentence for him. “You mean
you've never...never done it?” she asked in disbelief.
Dean was a quiet, well-mannered
lad but she was sure, with all his talk of parties and drinking, he would have
had some experience.
“What about your friends?” she asked. “Don't you
talk about it with them?”
“Huh!” snorted Dean. “They're all talk! I just don't
know where to start. I don't want to disappoint her, you know,” he added shyly.
Clara reached for the
chilled bottle of white that she'd been saving for later on that night and
poured herself a large glass. She indicated at the second glass with her eyes
and received a nod in return. The glasses were large and the bottle dripped its
dregs into Dean's frosted vessel. Clara took a long drink as she considered her
options. She looked at the desperate looking young man before her and knew her
next words could make all the difference to his confidence. Dean lived at home
with his dad. His mum had left them when he was eight and he had no siblings. Martin,
Dean's dad, had done a terrific job bringing up the lad but Clara could see why
he may not be able to ask him for advice on girls. With Frankie away, she was
the obvious choice. The wine had started to give Clara that familiar glow and
her tongue loosened with its effects.
“Girls,” she started, “will be impressed that you
care enough about their needs.”
Dean flushed at this
compliment and looked up at Clara; his dark eyes filled with gratitude. She
leaned over to take his empty glass and prepared to open a second bottle. Dean
reached out to help and their hands met as they both grasped the cylindrical
object. Clara was shocked at the spark she felt and drew her hand away at once.
Natalie is a
professional Domme, in total control of her emotions and her life. When her car
breaks down outside of a small town, she is rescued by a quiet gentleman with
all the strength of a good submissive. They have a wonderful night where
Natalie breaks her own rules, yet doesn’t regret allowing Mick into her bed.
When Natalie returns to her real life she feels the lack of her country
gentleman and invites him to her club. She offers him a play collar and shows him
off to her friends. All is in order for Natalie, but Mick is feeling less than
enthusiastic about being kept on the outside of Natalie’s heart. They need to
find a balance quickly, or their budding relationship will soon be over.
Natalie awoke to two very weird and rather pleasant
sensations. The first was the mere fact that she awoke naturally and not to an
alarm. It had been years since that had happened. The second was the warmth and
weight of a male body behind her. It had been almost a decade since that event
Memories of the night before came flooding back to her
and the soreness between her legs became more pronounced. Mick.
What on Earth had tempted her to let him fuck her? She
rarely had sex with anyone, let alone an untrained, un-collared sub that she
had just met.
The urge to leave quickly was strong but so was the
feeling to stay. She lay still for a minute just listening to him breathing. It
was deep and even, comforting actually. His weight was nice too.
Too many men she had met were scrawny, too thin and all
lean muscle. She liked a bit of bulk. It made her feel small, safe and
Confused now, old memories came flooding back into her
mind. Days of crying over men who had hurt her, disappointed her. It was enough
to get her moving.
Natalie wiggled out from under the strong arm that held
her and shuffled to the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror and the Domme did not stare
back. A ruffled, well fucked and sated young woman looked back at her. Who
the fuck was that?
She groaned as she sat on the toilet. It had been so long
since she felt out of control.
“What a mess.”
Natalie pondered over what she would do. She really
wanted to see Mick again, but how was that going to be possible? He lived too
far away, and he wasn’t in the Lifestyle. How would he handle watching her with
some of the other bottoms?
A strange smile spread across her face at the thought. He
wouldn’t like it at all. She giggled to herself as she imagined a stand off in
No, she had to stop thinking that way. Nothing could
develop between them. Last night had just been a moment of weakness. A
wonderful, fulfilling, unnerving moment, but still just a moment.
She took a deep breath and snuck back into the room for
her clothes. She didn’t really know why she was being quiet, Mick had to take
her back into town. She would have to deal with him eventually.
She froze on entering her bedroom. Mick sat up in bed,
the sheet covering his lap. His eyes scanned her nakedness and he smiled.
“Good morning, Natalie.”
Inside her head, the Domme was warring with her girly
self again. How did he manage to bring out that side in her? The one that
wanted to jump onto the bed, laugh and curl up into his lap for morning kisses.
There was a reason she didn’t do that anymore and that was because she was
happier when she was always in control.
She tried to be casually confident as she opened her
overnight case and pulled out fresh bra and panties. She was never embarrassed
by her body, but she blushed as she felt his heated gaze on her.
“Would you like a shower?”
She jumped, his voice surprising her. Mick hadn’t come
inside her, a concession she greatly appreciated but she was still sweaty from
their exertions. A shower would be very much appreciated.
“I would actually. Thank you, Mick.”
Mick smiled as he slipped from the bed and walked towards
her. He was still naked and his cock was hard. Her mouth hung open, shocked at
how natural and in control he looked. How did he manage to look so calm when
she felt like a bundle of insecure nerves?
What did you do the morning after? All of her scenes were
orchestrated and always ended with her subs going home afterwards. She was at a
loss at what to do with a lover.
Mick kissed her softly on the lips and walked to the door.
“I’ll make us some breakfast and you have a shower. See
Natalie stood staring after Mick’s retreating form. He
had a lovely ass, and she could see the red striations from her flogger. She
The cool and calm gentleman she had met yesterday
afternoon was back and in control of the situation. She couldn’t believe how
unbalanced she felt, how out of control. And it would not do.
The reason she had trained to become a Domme in the first
place was to establish control and order in her life and emotions. It would not
do to lose all of that now.
She showered and pulled on her work clothes. They were
black, fitted and very professional. She had to take special care with her feet
and apply many band aids to her heels before she dared to put on her black work
shoes. Her feet wouldn’t let her forget this hiatus any time soon.
When she entered the kitchen she was ready for action,
only to be totally derailed by the scene in front of her.
Mick had set the table for them both, orange juice poured,
bacon and eggs cooking. Tears stung her eyes at the casual intimacy he was so
good at. Where had he been when she had desperately wanted this sort of
She collapsed into her chair, deflated and awestruck. She
had stumbled upon one of the last true gentlemen.
“How do you like your eggs? Sunny side up?” Mick called
over his still bare shoulder.
Clearing her throat, she coughed. “Sunny side up would be
Mick whistled as he cooked and Natalie looked around the
kitchen. It was clean and orderly but lacked a feminine touch.
“Have you been married, Mick?” Natalie asked before her
brain could kick into gear.
She hissed in frustration and wanted to bite off her
tongue. Why was she asking intimate questions?
Mick looked over his shoulder at her for a minute then
turned back to his cooking.
“I was, for twenty years. But we divorced a few years
He continued whistling and Natalie found herself more
intrigued, not less. That was the problem with questions. Once asked, they
opened the door to more.
“And you have kids?” She couldn’t help it, she had to
Mick laughed. “Yep, the bane of my bank balance.”
Natalie smiled, despite what he actually said the tone in
Mick’s voice was beautiful. Loving devotion.
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yearlong friendship is just that . . . friendship, until Brad’s arranged
marriage of convenience ends.
Jett Silver has
waited patiently for Brad to find himself. Being his gym buddy has been agony
but now he plans to train this delectable pup and collar him. With Jett’s best
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cold tiles pressed into Brad’s chest. The exquisite thrill of pain followed by
his Master’s tender touch undone him. He hovered on the edge of tears, need
seared through him, burning flames of desire caressed his balls and shot up his
shaft. He opened his stance and pushed his ass toward his Master. He wanted
more and his knees shook in expectation of Jett’s hot tongue on him. He longed
to sink into the wet warmth of Jett’s mouth but he craved more of his Dom. What
would Jett be like inside the dungeon? A shiver of delight licked his balls. I
can’t wait. Jett slapped again and the sound of his large hand hitting flesh
echoed in the small room. Pain sizzled and Brad’s cock scraped against the
wall. He rocked his hips and heard Jett growl. Oh, Lord! His Dom slid
inquisitive fingers down the cleft ofBrad’s ass. Hot breath
brushed his cheek. Brad swallowed the moan of delight. The next moment Jett
spun him around. He gazed into his Dom’s eyes. “Oh, fuck, I’m losing my mind. I
want your mouth on me so fucking bad... Sir.”
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England for the Americas. On his return, he finds his delicious man in the
hands of the brute, Hale and his cohorts.
Discovering Lord David is an unwilling sex slave
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considerable amount of his fortune, in an effort to regain his lover’s freedom
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H.C. Brown’s long
awaited Club Whips Series takes the
reader into the no holds barred Whips Gay BDSM Club. With cameo appearances
from some of the more colorful characters of Club Floggers, H.C. Brown introduces more of the Doms and delicious
subs from the exciting world of rock n roll and big business.
Brad Morrison is a sub
pure and simple. He wants Jett Silver, manager of Cold Heat but their yearlong
friendship is just that . . . friendship, until Brad’s arranged marriage of
Jett Silver has waited
patiently for Brad to find himself. Being his gym buddy has been agony but now
he plans to train this delectable pup and collar him. With Jett’s best friend Nash Mage and his sub
Paul on hand to help, Brad’s life becomes a living fantasy.