H C Brown Author of Sizzling Romance

Take a Walk on the Wild Side with H.C. Brown's Lord & Master, M/M BDSM

2012-01-30T17:08:00.000+10:00

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Blurb:

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

Excerpt:

Prologue

London 1769

A rush of pain radiated from Lord Reynold's clenched teeth and into his temples. The burn from over exertion raged across his shoulders. His sweaty grip slipped on the leather handle of the cane, a narrow strip of birch he had commissioned especially for discipline. With lust, he gazed down at his slave, savoring the crisscrossed, red welts marking the porcelain flesh, the raised prints of his hand on each tender buttock. He bent over the slim figure tied so deliciously on the bench, and licked each crimson cut, using his mouth to soothe and caress. Reynold lapped, enjoying the taste of sweet skin, the rise of gooseflesh under his tongue. The man's scent of soap mingled with the warm aroma of male sex filled his nostrils.

With the man tied this way, stretched out with both arms and legs secured, Reynold had complete control. The power of dominance surged through him. In truth, he could easily draw blood with his cane if he chose to, yet he loved this man and gave his slave what he craved. This session had been different from those long nights of bliss they'd enjoyed so often before. He needed to conquer his slave, to take back his role as master in a relationship teetering on the brink of disaster. With slow, deliberate moves, he stalked around the bench, running the cane over the sub's quivering body. He stopped at the head of the young man. "Why do you question my loyalty? I will not tolerate such behavior." He grasped a lock of the man's long, blond curls. "Speak."

"I am jealous, Master."

Reynold brought the birch down in two swift cuts across the slave's pristine back. The prone man's cry sent blood rushing to his cock. Christ, he loved to hear his submissive moan. He threw down the cane. "Of whom are you jealous this time?"

"Lord John, Master." The slave drew a shuddering breath. "I don't want you to continue your friendship him."

"When you are tied to my bed, I am the master." Reynold met the man's cornflower blue gaze. "I will not tolerate such demands from my slave. If you continue in this manner, I will have no option but to take my leave." He ground his teeth. "I warn you, do not think to use my devotion as a weapon to manipulate me to your will. If needs be, I will take a commission abroad to be rid of you."

"Reynold . . . I beg you—think of my feelings."

"You would have me weak?" Reynold dropped his breeches. "I think not."

"No, Master, not weak—never weak." David's gaze fell on Reynold's shaft. "I do not care to share you with Lord John." He licked his lips. "When you are in his company, I fear I will lose you."

Reynold growled. "I regret now confiding my relationship with Lord John Henley to you before we became involved. The man is a dear friend but you are my lover. If you don't believe this to be true, the trust you claim to have in me does not exist." He sighed. "Perhaps it is you who wants to end our relationship."

"Christ, I would have no other touch me in this way, and you know this to be true." David poked out his tongue, and swiped it across the head of Reynold's cock. He moaned. "I beg your forgiveness."

"You have my forgiveness, but I cannot allow you to dictate which friends I have. You know I have no desire to fuck any of them. Arguing with me in public has already put us both under scrutiny. Christ, David we can't be seen together. The risk is too high. What reason would I have to be in your company?" Reynold stroked David's cheek. "If you cannot trust me, this time we have together—our relationship as master and slave, as lovers, will not survive." Reynold groaned. "I care for you deeply but I won't allow you to risk the hangman's noose because of youthful foolishness. I will not offer you another chance, do you understand?" Reynold tugged David's hair. "Do you?"

"Yes." David smiled. "Master, will you allow me to pleasure you? I crave the taste of your seed."

Palming his shaft, he guided it toward his slave's rosy lips. He sighed as the man's hot, wet mouth surrounded him with absolute bliss. He loved the way David's flushed cheeks pulled tight with every withdrawn thrust. Later, he would take the man's tight arse, and hear his intoxicating screams of delight. He could never have enough of his luscious young submissive. Reynold rolled his hips, his hands cradling David's, sweat soaked cheeks. Lord, this man knew how to take him to heaven. Tipping back his head, he plunged deeper, fucking the man's delightful throat.

This session with David had been brutal. Reynold wanted to stamp his authority over the young man. Of late, the possessive nature of his delicious sex-slave had become out of hand. David had grown too demanding. Reynold had no option but to take a stand. The submissive's teeth raked a path up his aching cock, the man's agile tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. Reynold bit back a groan and fell into the darkness of forbidden bliss. His slave's mouth became a whirlpool of ecstasy spinning him into an uncontrollable, shattering conclusion. Christ, David, for once, do as I say. Your jealousy is leading us down a path of damnation.

Chapter One

Three years later—London 1772

Lord Reynold Wilton opened his pocketbook and paid the tailor's account, grateful to be finally out of uniform. He met the gaze of Mr. Joseph Brown. The man had produced every inch of clothing he had worn since a boy. "Have everything else sent over to Spencer Street. There's a good man."

Donning the new hat he'd purchased from Locks in Bond Street, Lord Reynold pulled on his gloves and turned to look in the mirror. The new, delightfully comfortable, clothes fit well. Soft and fresh against his skin, the linen provided a welcome change from his stagnant, uniform shirt and stiff smalls. At last, after three despicable years, he resembled a gentleman again. The new clothes, ordered by letter some three months prior, had surprised him with their elegance. Mr. Brown had tailored each garment in the height of fashion, right down to the fine, lawn ruffles and silver buttons. White silk stockings and a cloak of the finest, black wool lined in silk completed his dress. He rubbed his chin and smiled ruefully at his reflection. The breeches stretched tight about his thighs and bottom, and Mr. Brown had pinched the jacket in at the waist to enhance the width of Reynold's shoulders. The cravat lay in exquisite folds. Dressed as such, in blue velvet, with his hair tied in a neat queue, he knew how men of his predilection would react to his appearance. Christ, I look like a peacock. In truth, his body had changed from soft to hard and muscular, but a commission in the Americas did that to a man. His face had altered too, but not in a bad way. He had not suffered any serious injury during his time abroad, but the man with haunting eyes in his reflection had replaced the innocent expression of youth.

Although, relieved by the sale of his commission and consequent arrival in England, his thoughts were not on returning immediately to his country estate in Surrey. Rather, he had spent the last two days in his townhouse close to Hyde Park, not wanting to endure the immediate duties of lord of the manor.

Lord Reynold stepped from the shop and glanced down Oxford Street. Nothing of note had changed in London during his time abroad with exception of women's fashion and the volume of carriages barreling along the dusty roads. He drew a deep breath to enjoy the scents of normality after enduring an eternity of stinking jacks and sweat. The smell of gunpowder and the unforgettable stench of a military camp had combined with horrors a man could never forget.

For three long years, Reynold had remained abroad. Christ, he had little choice. His role as master had become impossible after another very-public argument with David had threatened to expose them both. To avoid the scandalmongers and the chance of prosecution for the act of sodomy, he made the heart-wrenching decision to leave his lover.

Reynold stood for a few seconds to enjoy his surroundings. There had been a meager amount of birds brave enough to negotiate the noisy camps, and his heart lifted to see an abundance of sparrows feasting on a discarded crust of bread on the footpath. Above a blue sky peeked briefly through a profusion of white fluffy clouds. A stream of sunlight bathed a rose bush sitting in a large, yellow glazed pot beside the milliners next door. The rich perfume from the red blooms mixed with the pungent odor of horse dung squashed on the road. The hay infused clumps thrown in all directions by the constant stream of carriage wheels. Everything is so normal, as if no one knows a war of great proportions is looming.

Moving toward the curb, Reynold called out to his driver to take him to Charters, a gentlemen's club in Vauxhall, and climbed into the carriage. He sighed, rested his head on the back of the seat, and closed his eyes. A familiar memory flooded his consciousness. The vision of a young man, exceptionally featured, with a soft gaze the color of a summer sky, hooded with long, tawny lashes. He groaned, recalling his sweet slave's sated expression from hours of glorious sex. The young body so deliciously secured his skin damp and flushed from his master's cane. David.

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Guest Author- Kelly Lee

2012-01-28T16:04:00.001+10:00

Greetings HC Brown!!

I'm thrilled and honored to be visiting today. And let me just say congratulations on your 2011 CAPA nomination! You make us all so proud….

HC- Thank you, I am delighted to be nominated :-)

I wish I could say I am one of those authors whose been writing since childhood, but I'm not. Writing a book was a bucket-list type of thing for me, and when I got started, woo-boy, let's just say the experience sank its claws into me and I hope it never lets go.

On the flip side, I've always loved reading. When I was a kid, I'd go down to the local "five and dime"—yes, they still had those, and no, I'm NOT that old—and hunt through the book rack for Trixie Belden mysteries. I still have a couple dozen of those old books, and can't wait until my children are old enough to enjoy them. As I grew into my teenage years, I'd sneak my mom's Sidney Sheldon novels and read them surreptitiously under the covers with a flashlight. Windmills of the Gods and Master of the Game were deeply life changing. Okay, maybe not, but they certainly got my blood pumping for the first time while reading a book, and THEN I was forever changed.

Many years later, I had another life changing event. I backpacked through Europe for three weeks visiting Paris, Switzerland, Bulgaria, Rome, Florence, and Athens. I became a Greek mythology junkie. Ares and Aphrodite, Apollo and Daphne, Eros and Psyche…. They invaded my thoughts at odd times of day and night, and I began to formulate stories about them using the original myths as starting points, eventually morphing them into plotlines for contemporary Urban Fantasy. Eventually, those musings coalesced into the very humble beginnings of the Four Realms series.

The first book, MURDERING EVE, was released a few scant months ago, and I'm beyond excited. I've completed the second book in the series, entitled BATTLE HEAT, and I've just begun writing the third – working titled DEFIANCE. It's fascinating to watch characters grow and evolve, while some fade into the background and new ones come to the forefront. Most days, they surprise even me.

Because I know many of your readers enjoy erotic romance, I hand selected one of the steamier scenes from Murdering Eve, just to give you all a taste. J

Excerpt:

Their lips pressed together gently once, twice, and then she felt him pull back. She tugged a little harder, but he was immovable, his self-control ever-present, even though he'd claimed to have none left.

She snaked her tongue over to his, coaxing, and she felt a tremor of anticipation when his breath sucked in sharply at the delicate mingling. In a moment of suspended animation, Eve held her breath, as frozen in place as Whit was. She stared into his eyes, and saw the first crack of his resolve, like fissures erupting in a dam right before an explosion of water breaks through. Arching her back so her breasts brushed against his chest, she closed her lips on his tongue and gently sucked, eliciting a roar from deep in his throat that set fire racing through her veins.

The next few seconds were a blur. One minute he was poised over her, his body taut and coiled like a snake ready to strike; the next he was on top of her, flattening her back into the bed of leaves that comprised the floor of her shelter. He supported most of his massive weight by his arms, but there was so much of him. The heaviness of his muscular upper body wasn't smothering, it was comforting, and she wanted more. The harder he pressed into her, the harder she wanted it, thinking a hairsbreadth of empty space between their bodies was too much.

Eve craved his bare skin against hers, but she couldn't tear her fingers out of his hair to rip away the offensive clothing. Even if she could, her brain had shut down all cognitive thought. She knew he only had two hands; one of them gently cupped the back of her head protectively, and the other grasped her waist. But like the night before, standing in the cabin, she felt his hands everywhere at once. Fingers of air dragged up the back of her legs, and the flat palm of an invisible hand against her belly moved lower, throwing Eve's mind into a frenzy of lust.

Whit's real hand shifted to her thigh, and reality snapped back into focus with intricate clarity. His upper body covered hers, his legs stretched alongside hers. She was wound up so tightly, her knees had locked together. He whispered seductively in her ear. "Open for me, Eve. Spread your legs."

Eve felt her insides liquefy in response to the intimate words. He inched his knee in between hers, and the top of his thigh rubbed against her core, making her want to shout in ecstasy. She wriggled against it, loving the pressure of his thigh.

Simultaneously moving her hands to his shoulders for leverage, she hooked one ankle around his leg and scooted her body further under him, freeing the opposite leg to wind around his waist. She groaned with pleasure at the warmth of his groin pressing against hers. His lips moved to hers again, but gently, taking his time. She struggled against his languor, tempting him to more rigorous foreplay by tilting her pelvis up into him. The distinct outline of his erection pressed against her jeans.

Whit was having none of that. Taking advantage of his superior position, he smashed his lower body against hers, pinning her hips perfectly still. He lifted up, holding his body off hers with one arm. The look on his face was rapturous, but controlled. His free hand traced the lines of her face. When he ran his finger across her lips, Eve impatiently nipped at it, grazing it with her teeth. He swooped down and feasted at her mouth, leaving her breathless.

"Be still. Let me look at you," he said. "Close your eyes."

She did—and she could still see him. Well, not really him, but the waves of energy spinning off him. His energy pulsed and shifted with his movements and thoughts, and Eve could see them all. As his fingers traced the line of her collarbone, she felt his gaze roving over her breasts, to the center of her heaving chest, and down her belly. The soothing caress felt like swirls of cool wind through her clothes. Her nipples hardened in response as she felt his gaze return to her breasts.

The sensations were unbearable, until the warmth of his hand cupped her breast. He ran his thumb over the tight peak. Eve reached up to his nape to drag him back down to her and he complied, but with a delightful detour. He roughly pulled her shirt to the side, and the heat of his mouth blanketed her nipple through the lace of her bra.

With a wantonness that surprised her, she hiked her legs up over his waist and crossed her ankles, grinding into him so hard it hurt. The pain was bliss, and so were his teeth gently pulling at her nipple.

He repositioned, spreading his thighs to support his weight better. He moved his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly. If they had been naked, there would be no doubt he was readying himself to thrust his way in, but their clothing prevented an immediate joining. The jeans needed to come off, right freaking now. She was about to tell him so, but as her mouth started to form the words, she opened her eyes and was struck speechless in amazement.

Trees bent sideways with the howling force of a wind she didn't feel, other than the soft whispers of breeze from Whit's gaze. A white mist floated around them. She knew instinctively the fog was their combined power, and she reveled in it, riding the wave of pleasure from Whit's tongue as he worked his magic on her body. He had moved to the other breast and had edged the lace to the side, alternately laving and sucking as if she were candy. His hot, wet tongue on her bare skin felt erotic and addicting, and her hips strained against the hardness of his body. She astonished herself by actually purring in response, feeling his lips curve into a smile on her skin.

Her gaze drifted to the treetops as she surrendered herself to the passion of the moment. Then she stilled. Uncomprehending, she blinked at what moved toward them. Fear shot through her body, ice-cold and deadly. Eve's body stiffened in horror, and Whit lifted his mouth from her breast.

His voice was a guttural moan. "What's wrong?"

Thanks so much for having me, HC! It was a pleasure to be here!

MURDERING EVE won the 2011 Readers Favorite Award in the Romance / Fantasy-Sci Fi category. Best of all, it's available for download for only $1.99! How can you beat that?

Buy links:

Noble Romance Publishing: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/350/Murdering-Eve

Amazon for Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Murdering-Eve-ebook

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Visit www.kellyleefiction.com to read what folks are saying about Murdering Eve, follow her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kelly-L-Lee-Author, or Twitter: @kellyleefiction

H.C Welcomes Lesbians vs Zombies

2012-01-17T17:13:00.002+10:00

Lesbians vs Zombies: The Musical Revue was conceived within the twistedly
brilliant mind of multi-published author Amber Green.

Amber, after an evening of something she still refuses to talk about - rumor
has it pirates with torn clothing atop picnic tables smothered in candy
hearts and watermelons were involved . . . and maybe some rope - decided she
should gather a gaggle of authors who may or may not know each other and
write novellas containing lesbians, zombies, music, and colleges. The
literary gods Jose and Cuervo then fell silent, leaving said authors to use
their imaginations and/or any available firemen for inspiration.

The end result is a litany of tales as different as Amber's stockings.

Somehow, Amber convinced Noble Romance Publishing (between us, I heard that
a Belize cabana boy and two sea sprites were involved in the negotiations)
to back the project, and Lesbians vs Zombies: The Musical Revue was born. Or
hatched, depending on one's perspective of whatever that thing in the
watermelon was.

By the way, HC didn't write this. She's far too civilized to stoop to such
low posture . . . without velvet restraints and a picture of Hugh Jackman
taped to my face.

HC. LOL Now a little more about this exciting venture from the irrepressible David Kentner AKA KevaD

When Amber Green invited me to participate in Lesbians vs Zombies: The
Musical Revue, I had no idea what to write. Aside from the fact Amber
scares the crap out of me, I’d never written a story about zombies or
lesbians. However, I did survive the sixties – 1960s that is – with a
few brain cells still intact, though on occasion my wife has been
known to challenge that belief.

The sixties produced flower power and some really radical music for
the time. Free love produced flower children. FM radio was a new
concept, “head shops” where suburban hippie wannabes could buy
tie-dyed clothing, love beads, and incense prospered, and no party was
complete without Boone’s Farm wine and a bag of Columbian buds. Add a
basement floor covered in pillows, a few black lights and posters,
Hendrix growling “Foxy Lady” on a stereo, a few jars of body paint,
and the evening gathering quickly became an all-nighter. Usually at
some point somebody stoned out of their gourd would slither into a
diatribe of how we were changing the world, making it a better place
for the children. Those of us still conscious would all mutter “far
out” and nod our heads while trying not to burn our fingers on the
joint as it passed by.

Surviving brain cell M2G7 connected with H98X to rekindle a memory of
a young lady who wore flannel shirts and bell-bottomed jeans, and
stuck dandelions in children’s hair when we hung out at the park. I
sprinkled that vision with a dash of mythology, and my comedic drama
“The Zombie with Flowers in Her Hair” was born.

Blurb:

The hardest part of being alone is realizing you are.

1969 was a busy year for the young woman nicknamed Isis. She graduated
high school, engaged in a lesbian relationship, died, and rose from
the dead as a pot-smoking, flesh-eating zombie in need of a good
orgasm. Yet, in death she ended up as alone as she had in life. But
when a beautiful zombie with flowers in her hair forgets her sweet
butt on a toilet seat, Isis's undead life will never be the same. Nor
will it be one she could ever have envisioned, even on the wildest
acid trip. Because for Isis, her true reason for life lies in her
death.

David Kentner

Buy link

http://www.kevad.net/

Amber Green:

You're funny, Dave. Everyone, he wrote his story long before I
unwrapped the sword-length Khyber Knife I got for Christmas. He just
likes hiding under the sink, is all.

What he hasn't said about The Zombie With Flowers in Her Hair is that
the story needs at least one beverage alert per page. Seriously. The
heroine is terminally horny (literally), has a taste for road
kill--especially skunk, with that tangy au jus in the scent
glands--and has a horror of scrotum-dwelling scorpions. Yes, yes, she
also has a lesson to learn and a love to accept or reject. But this
is no solemn march to the altar. This sketch launches the Musical
Revue with the kind of screwball comedy only our beloved under-sink
troll could craft.

On January 23, the curtain will rise on the next sketch in the lineup:
"Dead Kitties Don’t Purr." It’s a tender story of first love, and of
a girl finding her tribe among college students trapped by the
government’s draconian efforts to contain a devastating new plague.

Blurb:

People who take their shots and do as they’re told have nothing to
fear, right? The Rabies Z epidemic began and ended in Miami this past
summer, didn’t it?

And that guy my daddy saw at the Jacksonville airport last week was
just having an epileptic seizure. No cause for alarm. Epilepsy always
causes an eighteen-hour hazmat shutdown at a major airport. Right?
Right.

So while my twin tours to flog her newest album, here I am, Camie
Invisible, parked at this nice, safe college–as far from the infection
as I can get and still pay in-state tuition. Only now my studies have
become focused on the fascinating Risa Ruiz. And she has eyes for me.
Isn’t this the perfect time for the z-things to show up?
--
WE HAVE T-Shirts to give away :-)
Want to find out more? Visit the Lesbians vs Zombies blog
http://lvsz.wordpress.com/2011/11/21/welcome-to-lesbians-vs-zombies/

Tryst of Fate Book Trailer and Give Away.

2012-01-13T22:29:00.001+10:00

Blurb:

After inheriting a Georgian house in Barkley Square London, Colt

Samuel, millionaire art dealer, finds himself obsessed by the portrait

of the home's former owner, Lord Alexander Swift.

During a chat with author, Jake Daniels, Colt discovers Lord Swift

and his unnamed cousin had mysteriously disappeared from the

cellar one evening, following Alexander's illicit affair with David

Fitzhugh. Jake reveals Fitzhugh bears a remarkable resemblance

to Colt.

Colt decides to investigate Alexander's strange disappearance, and

ventures into his cellar late one night to look for a secret

passageway. When his torch fails, Colt finds himself transported

back to 1775, and comes face to face with the man of his dreams,

Lord Alexander Swift.

Due for release 25 February.
Pre Order Now:

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Dark Divas Review 4.5 Divas for Hawke's Purr-fect Mate

2012-01-07T14:39:00.000+10:00

Hawke’s Purr-fect Mate by H.C. Brown

Hawke’s Purr-fect Mate by H C Brown
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Genre: Erotic, Menage, Paranormal, M/M, GLBT
Length: 89 pages

https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/267/Hawke's-Purr-fect-Mate

Summary:
Deliciously handsome, insatiable, alpha male Hawke of Knight Watch has a reputation for having a voracious and varied sex life. However, his ability to attract streams of men and women to his bed comes into question when he meets the mysterious Ice Princess, Lydia.
Lydia, born of both Fae and Pride, has a secret. Unable to chance the man of her dreams discovering the truth about her, she publicly refuses the handsome Prince Hawke.
Disillusioned and heart sore, Hawke must fight the battle of his life against the dogs invading his realm, and for the love of his true mate.
Dakota’s Review:
Ms. Brown has definitely penned a wonderful tale. I was happy to return to this series after reading Savage Lust. This author has done a phenomenal job of creating characters that every time I pick up one of her books it feels like I’m coming home to a family reunion, even it if is a rather strange family. In this newest book, Hawke’s Purr-fect Mate, we delve more into the life of Hawk, who is the prince of his pride and like most cats he’s not ready to settle down with just one mate. His relationship with Nox is one he doesn’t want to give up, especially for an Ice Princess who has denied his claim and in the process has infuriated him beyond belief. (Not a wise idea on Lydia’s part. Evidently she doesn’t realize how determined it will make him to actually claim her.) I loved Hawke’s chase of his mate.
As usual the character development in this book is excellent. The backstory was enough to make me feel like I was catching up with the previous character’s lives. I was drawn into the familiar world of the Pride Brothers series and as usual I didn’t want to leave. I will say one thing, be sure to have your hanky ready because, Ms. Brown has created another tear jerker with Lydia’s and Hawke’s story. I related on so many levels with Lydia that I felt like she could’ve been my sister. I won’t give away Ms. Brown’s plot line here but I will say that every tear she did draw out of me was well worth it by the end of the tale. If you’re looking for a frisky shifter book, with alpha’s galore, magical worlds and stubborn mates, Hawke’s Purr-fect Mate is definitely a must read!
Rated 4 1/2 Delightful Divas by Dakota!

http://www.darkdivasreviews.com/?p=7141

5 Kisses Review for Time to Live from Two Lips Reviews

2012-01-02T09:43:00.002+10:00

Timeless Desire: Time to Live by H.C. Brown

Written by Tina

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Title: Time to Live
Author: H.C. Brown
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC.
Genre: BDSM
Publication date: December 1, 2011
ISBN: 1-605924-41-0
Pages: 35
Series: Timeless Desire
Reviewer: Tina

Heat Level:

Rating:

Seth Bannock is stunned that his best friend of the past six months has given him the finger and closed the door in his face. Well, this happened after he rejected her kiss. He'd just thought of her as a friend; he’s never liked girls at all…does this mean he is gay?
Rio Knight is watching a man in front of Floggers BDSM club. He knows the man is a born sub. When Seth asks to confide in him, Rio is more than interested but he already has a sub. So he listens to Seth and brings Seth to a Dom who is perfect for him.
Matt Duffey is a Dom looking for a sweet untouched sub to train. Seth and Matt both have past issues to overcome; can they find trust before they lose each other for good?
Time to Live by H.C. Brown is one of the titles in the Timeless Desire series and has Seth, who’s just discovered he’s gay, going to a BDSM club for sexual advice. At first, the concept seemed like a reach to me, but the story convinced me it works.
Matt is a strong but gentle Dom, the perfect Dom for a sub like Seth, who’s not really been in the lifestyle and doesn’t completely understand what not to do. Together these two find something everyone is looking for…the love of a lifetime.

http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=7164&Itemid=36

I am delighted to be nominated in the 2011 CAPA Awards

2011-12-31T14:51:00.000+10:00

What are the CAPA's? They are awards given by The Romance Studio for excellence in romantic fiction

Favorite Author

H.C. Brown

Sci-fi Romance

Cyborg Doms: Fane H. C. Brown (Noble Romance Publishing)

GLBT Romance

Love Revisited: Nash and Paul H. C. Brown (Noble Romance Publishing)

Ari (Cover art award)

Hawke's Purr-fect Mate by H.C. Brown (Artist Fiona Jayde)

Full list of nominees here:

http://theromancestudio.com/capa.php

Super Review for Shifters & Demons The Vane Book One

2011-12-29T15:34:00.000+10:00

Shifters and Demons: The Vane Book 1 by H.C. Brown

Shifters and Demons- The Vane Book 1 by H C Brown
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Genre: M/M, Paranormal, Erotic Romance, Menage, GLBT
Length: 145 pages
https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/223/The-Vane-Book-1-Shifters-and-Demons

Summary:
When bad boy alpha, Prince Dallin and his lover, Stryker, go 2000 years into the past to rescue Lailii, a Spellweaver, they didn’t plan on being captivated by the petite, delicate female.
Strong willed and determined to survive, Lailii has no option but to go with the two stunningly handsome men. Within hours, she finds herself in a world of big cat shifters and sizzling, uninhibited sex. Betrayed by a king to whom she owes no loyalty, she struggles to survive and acclimate herself in a strange, new land.
When a demon follows Lailii into the future, Dallin and Stryker must work together to keep their new lover safe.
Dakota’s Review:
Ms. Brown has started a wonderful new series with Shifters and Demons. At first I was swept up in the love that Dallin and his lover, Stryker possessed. Ms. Brown developed the plot line and the characters so perfectly, I fell for these two long before they brought Laillii into their ménage. The idea that the Prince chose Stryker for his lover, even going to the point of leaving his home for a period of time to be with him, just had me going head over heels. Then the third of their ménage is added to the mix…and woo-hee, not only did this reader find emotional connection between the three but steaming hot ménage scenes that I was surprised didn’t cause a meltdown of the internal drive of my e-reader.
Seriously folks – if you loved hot sensuality and sizzling desire between numerous partners in a multitude of positions this book is definitely for you – especially when it comes to a committed trio of lovers. Now that I’ve talked about the steamy *fans self* love scenes. I’d be amiss if I don’t mention the incredible plotline. I love the idea that the Lady has chosen Dallin as her champion and sends him three thousand years into the pass to save Laillii. This story kept me on the edge of the seat and I managed to read this book all in one sitting. Even to the point of telling kids…don’t bother mommy, she’s reading! So if you do pick this up, and I recommend you do – make sure you have plenty of time to devote to it, because there is a chance you may ignore the real world until you’ve read every last word.
Rated 5 Delightful Divas and a Recommended Read by Dakota!

Happy days

2011-12-28T17:10:00.000+10:00

I'm happy. It has been a wonderful year. I am delighted with the reviews and must say thank you to all those people from Goodreads and the recognised review sites for taking the time to review my work this year.
Time to Live was written as a novella for the Timeless Desire Collection and as another insight into the Floggers BDSM Club. I wish it could have been longer, in fact I cut out over 5K to make it fit.

Thanks to these people for supporting me:

The fans who took the time to email me this year, your support is fantastic, thank you :-)

The following reviewers for Time to Live.

Black Raven Reviews: The writing itself was fantastic! The visualizations were engaging. I was drawn into the scene and felt as if I was in the room with the characters. I would certainly recommend this as a fun read to others. blackravensreviews.com/?p=7774#respond

You Gotta Read Reviews : Coming out was never so hot.....Gabrielle.

yougottareadreviews.blogspot.com/2011/11/review-time-to-live-by-hc-brown.html#comment-form

QMO by Serena Yates This is a book about discovery and finding the courage to live the way you want and need to. queermagazineonline.com/component/content/article/223-book-reviews/book-reviews/37034-time-to-live-by-hc-brown

Goodreads: Lauren Wild rated it 4 stars The uncertain sub meets the very certain dom. I love stories like this. Full of sex, bondage, possessiveness and a few tender moments.

JustJen rated it 3 Stars This was a fun quickie. The bsdm is light and the story quite enjoyable.goodreads.com/book/show/12938834-time-to-live

Great news: A Tryst of Fate is due for release on 25 February from Silver Publishing.

Blurb:
After inheriting a Georgian house in Barkley Square London, Colt

Samuel, millionaire art dealer, finds himself obsessed by the portrait

of the home's former owner, Lord Alexander Swift.

During a chat with author, Jake Daniels, Colt discovers Lord Swift

and his unnamed cousin had mysteriously disappeared from the

cellar one evening, following Alexander's illicit affair with David

Fitzhugh. Jake reveals Fitzhugh bears a remarkable resemblance

to Colt.

Colt decides to investigate Alexander's strange disappearance, and

ventures into his cellar late one night to look for a secret

passageway. When his torch fails, Colt finds himself transported

back to 1775, and comes face to face with the man of his dreams,

Lord Alexander Swift.

Happy New Year my friends :-)

HC's Reviews : Sly's Surrender by R. Renee Vickers

2011-12-27T17:32:00.000+10:00

Noble Romance Publishing

Buy link:

https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/364/Sly%27s-Surrender

My rating:

Blurb:

By day, Sly is a take-charge, no-nonsense restaurateur, and at night she plays her hand as a demanding mistress. Sly has everything her heart desires: a successful business with loyal patrons, a gorgeous boyfriend and a flare for dominating in the bedroom. Everything she's ever tried has gone her way, every decision followed to success, every goal achieved, and yet she yearns for more.

One night, she decides to try something new, giving up her customary control to the tall, dark, and sexy Jake. Jake is put in a position to prove to his lover just what he's capable of, and Sly experiences the new pleasures to be found in letting someone else handle her reins.

Review:

R. Renee Vickers debut book is a story of switch play. I found the premise of the story encouraging for a new author although, I would have liked to see the story longer with more attention to the ambience and attitude in roll playing. To me BDSM is all about the giving and receiving of pleasure and above all, respect and trust. This story would have been brilliant with a little more attention to detail and editing.

I will look forward to reading more from R. Renee Vickers.

Timeless Desire Man Love Collection- OUT NOW

2011-12-25T19:27:00.000+10:00

The wait is over this fantastic paperback collection of delightful man love stories is available here:

http://www.amazon.com/Timeless-Desire-Man-Love-Collection/dp/1605923826/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1324804390&sr=1-1

And don't forget the Sensual Romance Timeless Desire Collection:
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Time to Live # 1 Amazon UK

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Amazon UK Bestsellers Rank:

#1 in Books > Fiction > Erotica > Gay & Lesbian

50 Days in Top 100 Amazon US

Thank you,

Happy Holidays,

H.C Brown's Guest Author Today R. Renee Vickers+ Book prize

2011-12-23T17:17:00.000+10:00

Before I start, I’d like to thank H.C. Brown for having me here today! And thank you all for reading along. And since it’s the holidays, I’m feeling the festive, giving spirit. Everyone who leaves a comment on this post between now and midnight Christmas Day will be entered to win a free copy of my debut novel from Noble Romance Publications, Sly’s Surrender.

Sly’s Surrender started off as a challenge by a friend who I met on a writing site. I had reached that point, where I think most of us do, that place where what we’re working on just isn’t enough. So I asked for a challenge. And, that’s exactly what I got. A week later I turned in a sloppy rough draft that held some potential.

The dynamic between Sly and Jake was one that I had fun exploring. Sly is this savvy business woman, a workaholic, someone who has to be in control while secretly yearning to let someone control her. Whereas Jake is more even keeled in the areas of business and romance and enjoys being dominated. I enjoyed exploring what a submissive person, like Jake, would experience if given the chance to switch because, to me, the ultimate sign that he was paying attention to his top in all of their previous relations would be to give her exactly what she wants most. And, for Sly, the tension in her mind about submitting to Jake was a testament of her trust in him.

The wax play scene was as fun to research as it was to write it, though it started off much darker with edge play. That got cut in the edits since this was my first try at publication. I have no regrets for dropping the edge play for something lighter, and I’m sure Sly appreciated it too.

One last little tidbit was something funny that came up after this piece was accepted by Noble Romance, during the editing phase. I wrote some of my characters with thick Boston accents. Since I’m from the Boston area, you’d think I could write the accent with no problems, right? Ha! Not so. I found out from my editor quite quickly that I royally messed their dialog up. A few emails flew between us and we came to realize that I grew up about 15 minutes (give or take) from where she did. Talk about a small world.

This story was a great experience for me. It was an experiment that expanded my boundaries and gave me an opportunity I didn’t know was possible at the time.

Thank you H.C. once more for hosting me today. And thank you all for reading; don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of Sly’s Surrender. Now, if you would like, allow me to leave you all with a blurb, an excerpt and buy links.

Blurb: By day, Sly is a take-charge, no-nonsense restaurateur, and at night she plays her hand as a demanding mistress. Sly has everything her heart desires: a successful business with loyal patrons, a gorgeous boyfriend and a flare for dominating in the bedroom. Everything she’s ever tried has gone her way, every decision followed to success, every goal achieved, and yet she yearns for more.

One night, she decides to try something new, giving up her customary control to the tall, dark, and sexy Jake. Jake is put in a position to prove to his lover just what he’s capable of, and Sly experiences the new pleasures to be found in letting someone else handle her reins.

Excerpt:

Jake had been waiting on his barstool for an hour already and had started to lose patience with his date. Oh, he knew she’d come eventually, she always did. Even with knowing Sly’s usual M.O., he never failed to show up on time, because he knew the one time he decided to be late would be the one time she’d be on time. He sighed and checked his watch again. How much longer would he have to wait?

He called Tony over with a hasty jerk of his hand. The bartender rolled his eyes and shook his head. Tony was a man in his mid-fifties with gray hair—what was left of it. He wore a white dress shirt under a black vest. The only thing he was missing was the black armband reminiscent of the style at the turn of the twentieth century. Sly told him once that Tony had been tending bar there for thirty years, which could explain his gruff attitude. Jake never had any problems with the old man but thought he had a funny way of treating paying customers. After a minute or two, Tony begrudgingly set a fresh glass of soda on a clean little napkin and sternly eyed his teetotaler.

“Hope she’s worth it, boy,” he said with a grunt and a little too much emphasis on boy, as far as Jake was concerned. Jake watched the back of the bartender’s shiny head as he turned to tend to his more lucrative patrons.

He sighed again and glanced at the door. Still no Sly. Yeah, she was worth it, but it didn’t mean he had to enjoy complying with all her demands. Abstaining from drink was one of them. He had to admit that her reasoning was sound; how could she be in control if he was drunk? And, of course, waiting for her late ass all the time was another.

The more Jake thought about her controlling nature, the more agitated he grew. Why the hell did he subject himself to this . . . this . . . her control? It’s not right that she makes me jump through all of these ridiculous hoops, he thought as he glanced at Tony, who, simultaneously, gave him another disgusted look and shook his head. Jake’s blood boiled. That’s it, Jake thought, I’m not going to take this anymore.

“Hey, sexy.” Sly’s smooth voice purred behind Jake, just as her fingertip caressed from his chin to his jaw in one long motion, ending up just behind his ear. Shivers ant-marched down Jake’s body. In that instant, Jake knew. This is why. All the anger, indignation, and embarrassment fled his mind as she wrapped an arm over his shoulder and down his chest. As her hot breath caressed his neck, her honeyed voice flooded his mind. “I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”

It took everything he had not to swallow, to show no outward reaction to what she was doing to him with these miniscule teases. This was just another game to her. She’d make him wait until he’d be ready to walk out, until he was so mad he couldn’t stand it, and then she’d show up, making him switch gears. Just like that. He shot a quick glance at Tony, who watched this dance out of the corner of his eyes, pretending like he was too busy toweling off a pristine glass to notice.

When Sly’s tongue flicked Jake’s thick, silver-hoop earring, he lost what small shred of control he had, albeit for a fraction of a second. He could feel her smile as her cheek rested against his neck. A prickling flash of anger growled in some dark recess of his mind.

She moved to half-lean, half-sit on the vacant stool next to him, and he had to strangle a threatening gasp. If he hadn’t, his body would have given away just how badly he wanted her. This was a high-stakes game, and so far, the house was winning.

Sly wore a tight black corset. Though no doubt made of the finest and most sturdy materials, the bone-rib garment threatened to break under the flood pressure of her ample bosom. It must have been a custom piece because it slithered down her slim waist with precision. No department wares could hope to cope with a curvy form such as hers. He noticed the striking color contrast as the thick, black material lay against her flawless, smooth, ivory-colored skin.

As his sight drew down, he soaked in just how short her layered black and burgundy diaphanous skirt was. She couldn’t sit down without flashing her all to the world. Jake gulped, carelessly abandoning any desire to restrain himself. Seeing his reaction, Sly barked a throaty laugh. He refused to look up until he saw his favorite pair of strappy, black, four-inch stiletto heels. When he came up for breath he found her glossy crimson-colored lips snaking a Cheshire pattern across her gleaming teeth and humor glistening in her hazel eyes. Oh, how she loves this game.

Buy Links:

Noble Romance Publication: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/364/Sly%27s-Surrender

All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sly039ssurrender-644616-147.html

To find out more about me, visit my blog: http://museampoule.wordpress.com/

HC; Thanks for dropping by.

Don't forget to leave your contact email with your comment to win a copy of Sly's Surrender.

H.C Brown's Guest Author: Doris O'Connor

2011-12-17T14:51:00.010+10:00

What a difference a year brings

Firstly, big thanks to Heather for letting me take over her blog today :-) I promise to behave myself—a little anyway…

H.C. Don't worry my readers are VERY broad minded...and I always have a flogger handy if you get out of line. ;-)

When I was thinking about what I could blog about, only one subject sprang to mind. It has been such an incredible year for me and it is all very closely tied in with this book.

BLURB: Sven Larsson, international movie star, is out to repair his scandalous reputation. The last thing he needs is an enticing bundle of curves falling into his arms. However, the instant sexual chemistry he has with Sylvia is hard to ignore . . . .

Sylvia, a young widow and mother of three, knows Sven is everything she doesn’t need in a man. Can she risk giving in to temptation? With the paparazzi breathing down their necks and both of them scarred emotionally by their past demons, will Sven and Sylvia manage to heal each other?

You see, Scandinavian Scandal is the first manuscript I ever completed. I have written all my life and I’ve always had stories in my head, but Sven is the first hero, who ever took over completely. The idea for this story was born back in September 2010. A friend had entered the Mills&Boon New Voices competition and encouraged me to give it a go. After all I had always wanted to write a novel, so I penned my first chapter and pressed send. I was so incredibly excited and also very naïve, looking back at it now. As first chapters went, it wasn’t abysmal, but it certainly wasn’t good enough, and needless to say I didn’t get anywhere in that competition. However, Sven had his hands on me, metaphorically speaking, and I kept writing and completed the first draft. NaNoWriMo followed and I completed two more manuscripts and I just kept on writing. Several more competitions followed and I started submitting. I received some very encouraging feedback, but a spate of rejections followed. I knew the basics of my story were sound; it was the execution that needed work on. I shelved Sven and Sylvia for a bit. My lovely critique group UCW heard about an anthology call for Breathless Press. I had never before written an erotic piece before, but I thought to myself, why not? Sounds like Fun. Awakening was written in just over a week with my tongue firmly stuck in the side of my cheek. I send it off and settled in for a long wait, because the deadline was months away.

With free time on my hands my thoughts once again turned to Sven’s story. I’d had vague notions of turning it into an Erotic romance, but it seemed such a huge task, that I’d put it off and off… I should mention here that I am the queen of procrastination! I did read and read and read though. Lots and lots of Erotic romances and finally with Sven tapping me on the shoulder and raising his eyebrows at me I opened a brand new word document.

Sven took over, telling me exactly what he intended to do to Sylvia *cough* and the rest is history. The story took on a life of its own, and whilst the original premise is the same, the final piece is very different. I added in layers and layers of conflict and depth and emotion and lots of hot sex, obviously, and I was quietly hopeful, that this time, someone would fall in love with Sven and Sylvia as much as I had.

I shall never forget the evening I opened the e-mail from Noble Romance. I froze and then I simply screeched. “OMG, OMG, OMG, I don’t believe it!” Cue kids and hubby came running toward me from all angles, thinking I’d gone into labour—I was heavily pregnant at the time! It is a small miracle that I didn’t go into labour, really, especially as the end of that week also brought with it the acceptance for Awakening.

Needless to say that wasn’t the end. Editing was an interesting process, during which I learnt tons and again the story is much better for the extra polish. J

And I learnt an important thing about myself, I’m an Erotic writer. Who’d have thunk it? Cause those first sex scenes in the original version of Scandinavian Scandal—well… I needed help with them and was terribly embarrassed. I have to laugh at myself now. I do still make myself blush, mind you, as my writing continues to evolve. My latest piece is a ménage, nuff said!

My New Year’s resolution for 2011 was to be published. Not only did I achieve that, I surpassed it. At the point of writing this, I have just received the acceptance for my sixth story—A naughty nursery rhyme based on Goldilocks and the three bears. I had lots of fun penning this one ;-)

I am incredibly grateful to my publishers and my readers, for helping me finish 2011 on such a great high. And Sven will always hold a very special place in my heart.

There are several opportunities on my blog this week to win not only copies of my books but lots of other author’s and goodies too, so do make sure you stop by J

http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.com/

For now I shall leave you with a little excerpt from Scandinavian Scandal. This is the morning after the night they met and things are not what they seem.

Sylvia's heart beat so fast the blood rushed to her ears. What had she done? Not only was she plastered all over the newspapers, she had spent the night with Sven Larsson for god's sake. The man had a reputation a mile long, none of it good, and the bloody cow had named her—named her for fuck's sake! God, she had to get home. With a bit of luck, this would turn out to be just a particularly bad dream, brought on by too much champagne. Surely she would wake up in a minute back in her own bed with Timmy jumping all over her as usual.

The disdain in the male voice washing over her robbed her of that hopeful illusion. His accent was thicker now. How the hell had she not noticed last night? She may not go to the movies a lot, but Larsson was a household name. His height alone should have made her realize it was him, and, damn it, hadn't it been her mission to find him?

Congrats girl, you more than succeeded. You fucking excelled!

"You're going to kill who exactly, lady? Do enlighten me; I would love some insight into that deceitful little head of yours."

"I'm deceitful? Says the man who dragged me back to his hotel suite to do goodness only know what. Why the hell did you not tell me who you were? I'd never have gone with you, had I known."

"Oh, cut the bull, lady. Of course you knew who I was, but I've got to give it to you. You should go into acting. You certainly had this mug fooled. But what could I expect from the likes of you?"

The scathing once over he gave her body hit Sylvia like a physical slap. How dare he?

"I do not know who you think I am, but if you think for one minute that I would choose to be associated with a man like you, then your ego is even more inflated than I first thought."

His sneering laughter just annoyed her more. He turned his back on her, and she swallowed, taking in the tight butt, perfectly showcased in faded denim. Unwanted heat coiled low in her belly. She remembered that he hadn't bothered with underwear, and the equally tight black vest top he was now wearing only emphasized his broad shoulders. The muscles in his biceps flexed as he raised another beer bottle and swallowed its contents in one long gulp. God, the man really was sex on legs, and she had to get home and away from him. The best sex in the world wasn't worth this, and, besides, she couldn't remember a thing about last night, damn it. You'd think she would at least remember something for god's sake. What was the point of all this public humiliation and the tongue lashing she knew would be waiting for her at home, if she couldn't even remember sleeping with the man?

"If you just call me a cab, I'll be out of your hair."

"I don't think so lady. Vera is working on a gag order right now, and, until I hear from her, you are staying right here. There will be no kiss-and-tell story, lady. So sorry to disappoint you, but your neat little plan backfired. No pound of flesh today, other than the filth already spread by your reporter friend."

That did it!

"Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? I can assure you Evelyn Jones is no friend of mine, and why on earth would I want to broadcast a kiss-and-tell story about you? Haven't there been enough already! Perhaps you should try acting for a change, instead of forcing yourself on unconscious women."

The low growl her shouted words elicited from him made her jump. She backed away as he advanced towards her, a murderous expression on his face. Oh, hell, he looked ready to kill her.

Good going girl, see what your big mouth has gone and done now . . . .

Larsson's temper was as legendary as his womanizing, and, right now, it was all directed towards her. He backed her up against a wall, one hand braced on either side of her head, caging her in. His breathing was as heavy as her own, and, heaven help her if his glaring down on her wasn't the sexiest thing ever. Sylvia clamped her thighs together and bit into her bottom lip to stop herself from reacting. But there was nothing at all she could do about the moisture between her legs and her nipples straining against the confines of her bra. His suddenly heated gaze travelled over her, and his mouth hovered over hers. God, he smelled so good. The faint woodsy scent of his aftershave mixed with his own pure male arousal. She shut her eyes to at least cut out one of her senses which was leading her astray.

His growled whisper against the fevered skin of her neck made her moan, even as his words both appalled and aroused her.

"I have never taken a woman against her will, and you can't tell me that you aren't wet for me right now, lady!"

Oh God!

"I'm not!"

The rasp of morning stubble against her neck sent a renewed burst of moisture into her already wet folds, and his knowing chuckle made her groan as he kissed his way along her jaw line.

"Open your eyes, and look at me, if you want to convince me of that, but your body gives you away, my sweet. I can smell you want me."

Sylvia did force her eyes open then, only to lose herself in the depths of the ice blue gaze that held her captive.

"That's as may be, but it doesn't mean I have to act on it." And, with strength she didn't know she had, she pushed him away from her and ducked under his arms, only for one strong hand to clamp against her arm and yank her back into his hard frame. Damn, there wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on that torso, and the bulge in his jeans left her in no doubt that he wanted her as badly as she did him.

If only he wasn't this big star and she was free to just let herself go for once, but she couldn't afford to, she just couldn't.

"Please, just let me go. I need to go home. You won't need any gag order, I won't say anything. Please, I'm sorry about the pictures, but the bitch pulled me over the hot coals, too. I never wanted any of this. And regardless of what it says in there, I do not work for Whisper."

Damn, she was not going to cry. She was stronger than this.

"You expect me to believe that?"

His tone was cynical, but his bruising grip on her arm lessened slightly. He used one thumb to wipe away the single tear that managed to escape down her cheek.

"Quit the waterworks, lady. It doesn't wash."

But he gentled his grip on her further, and Sylvia found herself pulled into his frame once again as the tears started in earnest. She clung to his chest, grateful for his strength.

Scandinavian Scandal is available from Noble Romance https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/363/Scandinavian-Scandal

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Scandinavian-Scandal-ebook/dp/B006J8QPQU/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_2

Find me on the web

You can keep up with me on my blog http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.com/

My website is here http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Chat with me on twitter here https://twitter.com/#!/mamaD8

Thanks again for letting me highjack Heather :-)

Time to Live 40 days in Top 100

2011-12-15T12:04:00.000+10:00

40 days in the top 100 Amazon

Time to Live

H. C. Brown

Seth Bannock is living a lie. Nothing in his life is working out. He likes women . . . he respects women . . . but when he tries to kiss a woman and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.

Confused by his body's reaction to the men at his gym, Seth seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers. Is the man crazy? Seeking answers, the sweet, vanilla virgin marches into the BDSM club to speak to the owner Rio Knight.

Realization that he has been on the wrong team all his life comes in the form of a six-foot-seven Adonis by the name of Matt Duffey. Instantly attracted to the leather-clad alpha male, Seth must leave his old life behind and embrace his newfound sexuality.

Seth thought his life had complications before he met Matt, but nothing comes close to the rollercoaster ride in the big dom's arms.

Buy Here:

Noble Romance Publishing

ARe

Amazon

Bookstrand

HC :-)

Great Cover For Timeless Desire Man Love Collection- In Print

2011-12-06T18:39:00.001+10:00

Look out for this title soon on Amazon and Barns & Noble.

Time to Live by H.C. Brown- Buy Here

2011-12-04T21:12:00.001+10:00

Now Available at All Romance EBooks

Reviews

Black Raven Reviews: The writing itself was fantastic! The visualizations were engaging. I was drawn into the scene and felt as if I was in the room with the characters. I would certainly recommend this as a fun read to others. blackravensreviews.com/?p=7774#respond

You Gotta Read Reviews : Coming out was never so hot.....Gabrielle.

yougottareadreviews.blogspot.com/2011/11/review-time-to-live-by-hc-brown.html#comment-form

Time to Live

Series: Timeless Desire
By: H.C. Brown | Other books by H.C. Brown
Published By: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Published: Dec 01, 2011
ISBN # 9781605924410

Word Count: 12,818
Heat Index Erotic

Price $3.00

Categories: Gay BDSM Contemporary

Description

Seth Bannock is living a lie. Nothing in his life is working out. He likes women . . . he respects women . . . but when he tries to kiss a woman and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.

Confused by his body's reaction to the men at his gym, Seth seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers. Is the man crazy? Seeking answers, the sweet, vanilla virgin marches into the BDSM club to speak to the owner Rio Knight.

Realization that he has been on the wrong team all his life comes in the form of a six-foot-seven Adonis by the name of Matt Duffey. Instantly attracted to the leather-clad alpha male, Seth must leave his old life behind and embrace his newfound sexuality.

Seth thought his life had complications before he met Matt, but nothing comes close to the rollercoaster ride in the big dom's arms.

Excerpt:

Seth Bannock stared at the front door. A yellow glow seeped thought the glass panels forming a pool of light at his feet. The street buzzed with the noise of a normal Saturday night. Teenagers spilled out from a loud party two doors up, and moved in small groups along the sidewalk in a constant stream of chatter. Cars spun their wheels and, horns blasting with young men hanging out of the windows, roared up the road.

With a sigh, Seth pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. What had just happened? His friend of the past six months, Rose McCarthy, had given him the finger, sworn colorfully, and slammed the front door in his face. He gazed at her neat two-story brick house, his mind frazzled. Okay, so he had tried to kiss her, he wanted to be nice, and she had asked him for the kiss—no, she'd pleaded for it. It wasn't his fucking idea. In truth, he had no inclination to kiss anyone. Perhaps he could have handled a straight kiss, but then the woman stuck her tongue into his mouth, tasted like stale beer, and he nearly spewed his guts out. Christ, she'd gone feral, insisting he wasn't normal, that he kissed like a girl. How the fuck did she know how girls kissed anyway?

Seth rubbed the back of his neck. Not again.

He had—had being the operative word here—liked Rose. He'd met her at his gym. True, he appreciated her slim body, enjoyed their long chats, and her companionship. The trouble with Rose and all the other women he had dated over the past three years was moving beyond being friends. Not that he wanted to, but he always made things worse by rejecting their advances. He happened to prefer being friends. He liked women, well, at least until they did that thing with their eyes and expected him to fondle their tits. Hell, he even enjoyed going to the mall with them—but kissing them and the tongue thing—fuck, it made him uncomfortable. The eventuality of finding the right girl had become a personal nightmare.

He had to face facts—he didn't like girls in that way.

Rose's words would haunt him forever. You're gay and can't admit it to yourself. Normal men like women to touch them—you move away. Do you look at girlie magazines to jerk off? Or are you thinking about the hot jocks sweating at the gym? The worse thing was, he hadn't given her a reply—he had no excuse. In fact, he had never bought a girlie magazine in his life.

The look of disgust on her face burned into his mind, to join the list of other horror-date memories. Matt turned away from the house and walked to his car. The woman had a point. He had never dated during high school or college, keeping to himself or hanging out with the other jocks. In truth, he liked the smell of men, the gloss of sweat on hard muscle, damp hair curling on a broad, muscular neck. To admit this even to himself—fuck! His head throbbed with the implication.

Swinging into his car, Seth thought over the strange messages his body gave him whenever he noticed men looking at him in that way. It happened all the time at the gym. As a personal trainer, he had clients of both sexes and kept things on a very professional level, but a couple of guys had brushed his leg and given him the look. His stomach had clenched as if in anticipation; his heart rate had quickened. Why? The thought of sliding his hands over a man's hot, sweaty body did not repel him. Should it? Who would know? Hell, he couldn't just walk up to someone and ask a question like that, he valued his teeth too much. What should he do? He had to discuss his problem with someone who would not laugh at him. I gotta know if watching two men together turns me on . . . yeah . . . I'll pick up a couple of pornos. If the movies turn me on, I'll need to discuss my problem with someone. I'll go online, and do a search; there must be someone in this town I can speak to.

* * * * *

Rio Knight took in the man standing in the foyer of Floggers BDSM Club. He valued his ability to pick a sub at a glance, and this man's predilection eluded him. To his experienced eye, he saw a confused man, albeit, a buff six-two, blond hunk of steel. He moved toward the man and extended his hand. "Rio Knight . . . how can I help you?"

"Seth Bannock." Seth shook Rio's hand. "I feel stupid coming here, to be honest, but I needed to talk to someone." He met Rio's gaze. "Do you have a few minutes to spare?"

"You're not selling stuff are you?"

"No." Seth gave a nervous laugh. "To tell you the truth, I don't know any homosexual men and this being a gay club . . . well . . . I . . . I'm looking for some answers." He shrugged. "I guess you think I'm crazy walking into a gay BDSM club looking for help, but I need to talk over something that's bothering me, and I don't think I'll get what I need from a doctor or a shrink."

Rio held the man's hand a little longer than necessary and rubbed his thumb over the back. Apart from the softening in Seth's dark blue eyes, the man made no effort to pull away. Interesting. He inclined his head. "Sure . . . come into my office." He opened the door and ushered Seth inside. "I've just made a fresh pot of coffee."

Placing two steaming cups on the long maple desk, Rio waved Seth into a seat. He rested his hip on the edge of the desk and gazed down at the man, taking a dominant position. The guy dropped his gaze under Rio's frank appraisal. Good sub material, strong but craves domination. He had the guts to come in here, yeah a valuable quality in a sub. Seth had remarkably handsome features, high cheekbones, full lips and those big, innocent, blue eyes. "So are you interested in BDSM?"

"I think I might be . . . yeah." Seth met Rio's gaze. "That's part of why I'm here. Look, I'll come straight to the point. How did you know you were gay?"

Fuck. "Well, the fact I prefer to have sex with men tipped me off." Rio ran a hand through his hair. "I don't have the slightest interest in women. I'm also a dom; I like to dominate men sexually. I like to be on top."

"Where you always like . . . gay . . . or did you have a sexual experience with a man and like it?" Seth reached for his coffee. "I'm confused .I've tried to date girls—women—but as soon as . . . you know . . . I can't get it up. I can't even kiss them."

Rio's mind reeled. He picked Seth as gay the moment he set eyes on him. "I've always known I'm gay. I've never had any doubt. Are you suddenly attracted to men or did this come about because of a sexual encounter as you put it?"

"No!—Last night I tried to kiss a girlfriend—not something I enjoy, by the way. When I backed off, she kinda lost it. Fuck, she screamed at me and said I acted like a gay man . . . that I wasn't normal." Seth looked at Rio over the top of his cup. "The whole scene was pretty ugly."

"So why do you hang out with women if you don't find them attractive?"

"Fucked if I know—I guess in my mind, I thought I might eventually find one that actually attracted me. Rose . . . well, she was a good friend. I liked her company but she wanted more."

Rio inclined his head. "Tell me about Rose, did she have big tits, nice ass . . . what made her a possibility in your eyes?"

"No, she is the opposite." Seth shrugged. "Tall, muscular, slim and she didn't have much in the way of tits to be honest. She liked to exercise." He swallowed. "I met her in the gym."

"I see and what do you appreciate in a man?"

"I like the way a man smells, and . . . I dunno . . . muscles wet with sweat, a nice body." Seth drained his coffee and set the cup down. "I like eyes too, some men's eyes have a kindness I find attractive."

You don't say. "It's a drastic step going from an argument with your girlfriend to fronting at a gay BDSM club. What the hell did the woman say to you?" Rio rubbed the back of his neck.

"You don't want to hear the boring details, but a lot of what she said rang true: I do appreciate the male form, like I said. Although, I believe I've been fooling myself for the reason why I find men attractive. So I bit the bullet, as they say, and rented some gay pornos including a BDSM one . . . nothing too extreme." He ran a finger around the top of his cup and drew a deep breath. "It turned me on big time, seeing two guys. You know it kinda felt right."

He leaned back in his chair. "Like I said before I don't know any homosexual men. I don't have anyone I can talk to. I think I'm gay, and I'm not sure what to do. How do I know for sure that I'm really gay?" He rubbed a hand over his face. "From what I've told you it's obvious, isn't it. I just can't admit it to myself."

You think, huh. "There's no halfway here; you're gay, or you're not." Rio stood and moved closer to Seth. This close, he could smell the man's clean scent. He cupped Seth's cheek and stared into his eyes. "From what you have told me, and how you react to me, I think it's obvious." He snorted. "You're sure sending out all the right signals."

"Signals?"

Rio ran the pad of his thumb over Seth's full bottom lip. "Uh huh, a straight guy wouldn't allow me to touch him like this." He sighed. "Look . . . I have a sub I'm attached to, so as much as I'd like to pursue this with you; I think I should introduce you to a dom around your own age."

"Don't you think that's kinda jumping in with both feet?" Seth frowned. "What if I'm wrong? The thought of being tied up and whipped . . . I dunno."

Rio headed for the door. "You should follow your instincts. No one here will push you into anything you don't want to do. But I think you may need a little shove in the right direction. Floggers can open up a world of pleasure you didn't know existed." He grinned. "It's time to live my friend."

Time to Live

By: H.C. Brown

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Guest Author- Pender Mackie

2011-12-03T14:24:00.001+10:00

Hi everyone. For those who don’t know me, I’m Pender Mackie, a writer of contemporary male/male romance.

The other day, as I was cleaning out a bookcase, I came across one of the first books I ever read. It was one of Enid Blyton’s, from the Famous Five series (sort of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys combined). Seeing that battered children’s book really took me back.

As a child I hated school and especially reading. I would stand at the teacher’s desk struggling to decipher the little black symbols, only to discover that Jane was urging Spot to run. Big Deal. What a waste of time and effort.

Gradually my reading skills improved, but the stories I had to read at school didn’t. I couldn’t see why anyone would read willingly. Not when they could be catching imaginary bad guys, pretending to ride the range, or blasting off into space.

Then my mom brought home a dog-eared copy of “Five Fall Into Adventure” and I got it. These were books worth the effort. The Famous Five could handle smugglers, kidnappers, ghost trains: anything.

I devoured that series and when I was done I went looking for more. I read every day and as I got older I started writing my own stories. For years I wrote only for myself. Then I showed my stories to some online friends and they encouraged me to try for publication.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that. I’ve often wondered if being an actor destroys the actor’s ability to watch and enjoy a movie. If a person can forget about the man behind the curtain and immerse himself in the movie, once he’s stood in front of the cameras doing take after take.

I was afraid being a published writer would spoil the magic for me. That in dealing with edits and rewrites, somehow I’d no longer be able to lose myself in a great story, but that didn’t happen.

I submitted a story and it was accepted. In fact, I’ve had three of my stories published and have a free read on All Romance ebooks. I’m glad I listened to my friends. Through my published stories I’ve met other writers, and readers that like to read as much as I do. And the magic is still there. I still love to read and I still love writing.

When I struggled through my first Famous Five adventure I never imagined that one day someone might be reading a book written by me.

Do you think fondly of a particular book you read? Did it change the way you think about reading?

My most recent release is Wishful Thinking.

Here’s the blurb and an excerpt.

Quiet, reserved Derrick has never had a date. That doesn’t stop him from wishing and dreaming, especially when he’s working a boring shift at the coffee shop. On a cold, rainy evening, the shop is deserted, and Derrick daydreams about his fantasy boyfriend, Rory, a fellow university student. Derrick doesn’t know much about Rory. They’re not in the same classes. They’ve never even talked.

When Rory is his last customer of the night, Derrick comes face to face with the man of his dreams. The real Rory is even better than the fantasy and he wants more than coffee… he wants Derrick. By the end of his shift, Derrick will find out if all his fantasies can come true.

Excerpt

I looked up automatically when a figure walked past the front window of the coffee shop. The person kept going—head down, huddled under an umbrella—thank God.

I didn't want any more customers this near to closing time. My current customers looked as if they were finally getting ready to leave.

They were a young couple that had probably just started dating. They'd spent their entire time in the shop sitting quietly, holding hands, and staring dreamily into each other's eyes. They were so wrapped up in each other, I could have tap-danced on the counter and they wouldn't have noticed.

Not that I'd be likely to dance on the counter. I'm too introverted to draw that kind of attention to myself.

I'd be relieved when they left and not just because it was almost time to close. That level of mutual adoration is hard to take when you're single. Especially when you're pretty sure you're going to remain single, at least for the foreseeable future.

I pretended not to watch as the girl reached up and gently touched her boyfriend's face. He turned his head and kissed her palm. I envied them. I wanted that kind of intimacy with someone special.

I hadn't actually ever been on a date. The closest I'd been to dating was sneaking into the dugout at the neighborhood baseball diamond with Jaden Agostini a few times, back when we were both fifteen. I didn't think a couple of fumbling kisses and a quick mutual grope session met the official definition of a date. Even if it did, that had been over four years ago.

Four years without a date is a pretty sad state of affairs for anyone, but I'm kind of shy until I get to know someone. If I didn't feel so awkward around new people, it would be easier to meet a guy, talk to him, get to know him, maybe work up the nerve to ask him out.

I had a particular person in mind, but that was wishful thinking. It would never happen. Even if I had the confidence to talk to him, to dazzle him with my knowledge of obscure sci-fi trivia or my unusual sense of humor, he was far too friendly and outgoing to be interested in someone quiet like me.

The shop's door opened. A current of cold, wet air and a few aggressive raindrops escorted a last-minute customer across the threshold. The heavy rain had kept most people home tonight. I hadn't had any customers other than the lovebirds and now this guy, dripping his way across the floor.

Damn. Now that he was here, even if the couple left, I wouldn’t be able to close up a few minutes early. I'd be stuck here right up to the last minute. That would suck because I'd miss the ten o'clock bus and have to wait a half hour for the next one.

I didn't normally try to cut out early, but I had a paper due before the weekend and I was scheduled to work almost every night this week. I'm not supposed to be doing homework when I'm working, even if the place is completely devoid of customers, but if I'd ignored the rules and brought my computer, I could have at least proofed the completed part of my paper. I'd left my laptop at the dorm though, so instead of being productive, I'd spent almost my entire shift hoping for diehard coffee addicts to keep me busy, and daydreaming about my fantasy boyfriend.

Of course, now, when it was least convenient, I finally had the customers I'd wished for.

I leaned on the counter and watched resignedly as my latest patron took his time getting settled at the table in the corner—the big one with the L-shaped bench and all the cushions. Even though he was short and slim and wearing a hooded raincoat, which hid his face, I knew it was a 'he' and not a 'her' by the clothes and the build. He had a backpack too, so it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was a student.

Double damn. The coffee shop was close to the university. I'd served lots of students. They always ordered something inexpensive and then sat for hours pretending to study or reading the out-of-date magazines. Now I'd never catch the ten o'clock bus.

He took off the backpack and casually slung it onto a chair on the far side of the table, across from the bench. He peeled himself out of his sopping-wet jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. Then he straightened and shook his hair out as if he were a wet dog.

As I stared at my customer my heart stopped, then started up again. It raced along as if I'd just guzzled a triple espresso.

I knew him. Well, technically I didn't know him, but I knew who he was. I'd seen him around. Seen him on the university's campus, hanging out, talking and laughing with his friends in the cafeteria or walking to class.

He was my fantasy boyfriend.

Wishful Thinking

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Thanks for having me, H.C.

Timeless Desire Blog Tour- Winners!

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Congratulations:

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You Gotta Read Reviews- Time to Live by H.C. Brown

2011-12-01T14:34:00.000+10:00

Review – Time To Live By H.C. Brown

Title: Time to Live

Author: H C Brown

Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing LLC:

Buy Link: Buy Time To Live Here!

Rating: You Want/Need To Read

Reviewed By Gabrielle

Blurb:

Seth Bannock is living a lie. Nothing in his life is working out. He likes women . . . he respects women . . . but when he tries to kiss a woman and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.
Confused by his body's reaction to the men at his gym, Seth seeks help from the only gay club he knows—Floggers. Is the man crazy? Seeking answers, the sweet, vanilla virgin marches into the BDSM club to speak to the owner Rio Knight.
Realization that he has been on the wrong team all his life comes in the form of a six-foot-seven Adonis by the name of Matt Duffey. Instantly attracted to the leather-clad alpha male, Seth must leave his old life behind and embrace his newfound sexuality.
Seth thought his life had complications before he met Matt, but nothing comes close to the rollercoaster ride in the big dom's arms.

Review:

Coming out was never so hot. Seth finds himself at a loss and in need of answers but whom can he ask? When he meets Matt a Dom at Floggers there is an instant connection but when Seth doesn’t hear from Matt for days he begins to second-guess what they have together. Can the two work things out or are things over before they even start?

Once again I found myself at Floggers and enjoying my visit. I adore Seth. He is in search of the truth and watching him find himself was a great read. I loved that even though he has some vulnerability he is still a strong man. He loves with all his heart and is more than ready to share it with Matt. Matt is not only a wonderful Dom but a great man as well. He is more than willing to give their feelings a chance. The heat between the two is incredible and turns into so much more as the book goes on. Even as quick as this read is we still get the depth of the relationship between the two men. I really enjoyed seeing the interaction between them. Seth and Matt make a great couple. Not only are they hot together but you can also see that everything that they do is full of love. My only complaint is that this story was over to soon. I hope that we get to see more of Matt and Seth in the future.

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Review Desired Damned by KevaD

2011-11-30T17:29:00.000+10:00

I write every day but I also read a great deal of books, this month I've read Inheritance, Temptation's Kiss by Sandra Brown, Dancing on Flames by J.S Wayne, and Desire Damned by KevaD.

Rarely, I write short reviews. On my blog you will find two reviews I wrote this week !!! Did Desire Damned and Dancing on Flames impress me? Hell Yeah !

Review: Desire Damned by KevaD

5 Stars.

Blurb:

Satan wants the warrior Taka to bow before him. But Taka bows to no one except his gentle lover Har.

For thousands of years the two men have been doomed to a life of torment.

While one walks the earth, the other suffers under the devil's lash. Their only respite is an occasional night; a random, beautiful, love-filled night, knowing that with the dawn one of them must die in battle and return to Satan's wrath.

On the war-torn fields of Gettysburg, the two lovers are reunited once again. But this time something beyond Hell's reach has happened. Something so wondrous, Satan may finally get his wish.

Review: Once again, KevaD immerses the reader into his world. Amongst the tragic plight of Taka and his devotion to his mate, Har, KevaD weaves a multifaceted story.

The scenes describing the conditions during the battle of Gettysburg brought an impressive realism to the story, highlighting one small part of the constant hell Taka has lived through for centuries.

Taka, a warrior with surprising compassion, demonstrates how love transcends time. His all consuming love and self-sacrifice for Har is delightful. In fact, the characters bounced off the page for me so vividly I could almost smell them. The warriors' hunger of long, denied love sizzles through the beautifully paced sex scenes.

This is a romance I will read many times.

I am looking forward to KevaD's next release.

H.C. Brown

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FINAL DAY Timeless Desire Blog Tour-Bryl R. Tyne

2011-11-29T14:10:00.001+10:00

Today is the final day in the Noble Romance Authors' Timeless Desire Tour.The major prize winners will be announced on Saturday. I would like to thank our sponsors Noble Romance Publishing and SexToys.co.uk. I hope you have all enjoyed getting to know the authors on this tour.

Thank you all for dropping by and giving us your support.

Today Bryl R Tyne is my guest. Bryl is my editor with Noble Romance and the editor of the Timeless Desire Collection. He has worked tirelessly to bring this collection of novellas together in a short time. Bryl has brought his unique voice to the collection with his novella, Immortal.

Great to have you here today Bryl. Tell my readers a little about yourself. Then we'll get down to some questions. :-)

BRYL R. TYNE is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice. Balancing as many pronouns as hats, somewhere between the evil day job, editing, and helping a benevolent Sugar Daddy raise the last of seven kids, Bryl writes. Homoerotic romance is a favorite, but many of Bryl’s stories cross genres. Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Sci-fi, even Westerns, Bryl writes them all.

Q. What did you do when you received your first book contract?

A. If I recall correctly, I let out a huge, OMG! to which the entire family came running to make sure I was okay.

Q. What are your favorite movies?

A. Kung Fu Panda, They Call Me Trinity, Fast Five, Mulan, Beautiful Mind, Master and Commander, Dune, just to name a few

Q. What do you want your readers to take away from your books?

A. That even misfits deserve love and that there's someone out there for everyone.

Q. What qualities do you instill in your hero?

A. Brokenness, a nefarious past, and a buttload of baggage that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. How are those qualities, you ask? Because if one hasn't waded through the shit, they're never going to appreciate the roses.

H.C. Oh yeah.

Q: What makes you happy?

A: Smiles on children. Puppies. And the appreciation of raunchy humor (openmindedness).

H.C. The world would be a better place if everyone had a small dose of openmindedness.

Q. What are your current projects?

A. I'm currently working on a Horror collection called ANGUISH for Riptide Publishing and also a Lesbian vs Zombie erotica for Noble Romance.

H.C. Wow! Can't wait to read those stories.

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

Blurb: Found abandoned as a child and taken in by the Nevsky clan, the man Ivis now feels the call of the water, the sea, but Sefton and his family, one of the most influential vampire bloodlines in Russia, isn't about to let Ivis go. As Ivis's powers grow stronger—powers unknown to him—Sefton's instructed to detain Ivis at all costs to tilt in his clan's favor the balance of power in an endless struggle between the Bogdanov water gods and Nevsky vampires. Sefton's left with a choice: power or love. Which is the greater desire?

Excerpt:

Link to excerpt: http://bryltyne.com/excerpt-immortal-by-bryl-r-tyne

Link to buy: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books?author=59

Q. Where can we find you on the net?

A. Website: http://bryltyne.com

Blog: http://bryltyne.com/blog

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2877215.Bryl_R_Tyne

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Review Dancing on Flames by J.S. Wayne

2011-11-28T19:05:00.002+10:00

5 Star Review- Dancing on Flames by J.S. Wayne

Blurb

In the aftermath of a raid on a band of child slavers, Russell and Ion of the Chosen of Fenrir find themselves baring their hearts and souls—and their bodies—to one another.

In doing so, they violate one of their clan's most sacred laws: Look not to your own kind for love.

Now, one will lay his life on the line on the Path of the Flame Dance, where the Earth Mother will judge whether the love they have is worthy—or a betrayal of their own blood. The other must watch as his lover walks the fire, or perishes in the attempt.

Stand or fall, the two warriors will never be the same . . . .

H.C ' s Review:

I have awaited this author's first M/M story with anticipation and couldn't wait to buy Dancing on Flames on release. The story of Russell and Ion's discovery of their love blossoms out of a mission to save children from slavers. J.S. Wayne creates characters with flare and the wolf shifters do not disappoint. His writing breathes life into the massive, wolf shifters, showing them to be men of integrity, strength and compassion. The hesitant discovery of their attraction and the way J.S. Wayne crafted the spellbinding outcome of their love brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful.

I will look forward to the next book in this series.

Buy here:https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/366/Dancing-on-Flames

Two Reviews for Betrothed to the Enemy H.C. Brown

2011-11-26T19:12:00.000+10:00

Betrothed to the Enemy by HC Brown

Review:
Betrothed by the Enemy was a combination I love and feel is never often explored in books today.

Based around the Saxon/ Norman conquer in England (1070) with elements of steamy romance

and a fight.

Forced to succumb to her new Norman King, Saxon lady Angela of Parr becomes in a way an

advocate for all the women of youth and the ability to produce an heir to force them into

marriage with his knights.

I thought the concept would be a little predictable but taking it further back in history meant it

really worked within the context of the story, every turn made each part of the short story enjoyable.

I loved how the author played on the emotions within this short novella by making the heroine jealous

at certain points as I believe it added to the believability of the love story.

I would recommend this read for anyone looking for a quick, enjoyable read which will leave a smile

when you put it down.
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This review reflects the opinion of the individual reviewer and does not necessarily reflect

the opinion of the other C&R reviewers or this blog’s administrator/editor.

Seriously Reviewed

Story: 9.5
Presentation: 8.5
Total: 18
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Historical Erotic
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Blurb: After her father’s death at the Battle of Hastings, Lady Angela of Parr is defenseless. Dragged from her estate and taken to London, she finds herself at the mercy of a ruthless Norman king.

William, the new king of England, plans to repay his loyal knights by offering them marriage to the landed Saxon ladies. Angela has no love for the Normans, but when she meets Sir Damien de Anesi she is instantly smitten and puts her reputation in jeopardy by secretly meeting with the handsome young Norman knight.

Their love blossoms until King William betroths Angela to a depraved old man and Sir Damien is forced to choose between his loyalty to his liege and his love for Lady Angela.

Review: Ms. Brown does an amazing job of capturing the reader and drawing her into the story. The characters are well-developed as is the plot. Little details enrich the story and lend authenticity to the setting. The love scenes are nicely done. Who knew knights and maidens could be so creative and naughty?

My favorite aspect of the story were the conflicts. First, Lady Angela was forced to deal with a new king who was not only responsible for the death of her father, but was also threatening to take her lands. Then there’s the conflict that arises when she finds herself attracted to a Norman. And, or course, there’s the jealousy and insecurity that go hand-in-hand with new love. Throw in the huge obstacle of a forced betrothal to a depraved old man, and you’ve got a winner!

So, why not a 10? Well, I wanted more, a little more description and a little more conflict in certain places.

Can’t wait to read more offerings from Ms. Brown!

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Timeless Desire Blog Tour- Brita Addams

2011-11-23T15:02:00.000+10:00

I am very pleased to welcome Brita Addams on this leg of the Timeless Desre Tour.

Tell my readers a little about yourself.

Brita Addams was born in Upstate New York, but migrated to the sultry south and has made her home there for many years. She writes, for the most part, erotic historical romance, though she's wandered into the realm of m/m contemporary erotic romance.

Her love of history is on of the constants in her life, so historical romance was made for her.

Brita incorporates the use of archaic English, or as close as she can come, in her historical romance, which reviewers have said adds the flavor of the period to her stories.

Writing contemporary allows her to incorporate elements of pop culture and today's language in her stories, as well as throw in a bit of humor.

Brita's home is a happy place, where she laughs with her real-life hero, her husband; her daughter; a puppy named Fiona, who is Brita's muse, and a fat cat named Stormee. Without her family, Brita wouldn't be able to do what she does. "It's great having your biggest fans living with you."

Q. What did you do when you received your first book contract?

A; It was in April of 2010 for Serenity's Dream, the first in my Sapphire Club series. That was from Noble Romance.

Q: If you could start your life over what would you change?

A: I'd want to meet my husband about ten years earlier than I did. We both feel we were cheated, so, yeah, I'd want to fix that. Other than that, absolutely nothing. I'm a firm believer in things happening for a reason, except there is no reason on God's green earth that I couldn't have met my husband earlier in my life!

Q. What qualities do you instill in your hero?

A. My heroes are strong, compassionate and determined. They are also usually broken in some way, having lost something or someone significant.

Q: What makes you happy?

A: My family. Spending time with them keeps my grounded, reminds me why I do what I do and never fails to show me that no matter what else we do in life, ultimately, family is all that really matters.

When I die, no one will be talking about Brita Addams and her novels. It will be all about me being a Mom, a Grammie and my husband's Princess (Yes, he calls me Princess).

My family makes me happy in ways that I can't even describe.

Q. Book pirating is a big issue at the moment. Can you tell our readers how this impacts on you and other authors?

A. That's very easy. We spend months writing – others spend their lives at a job, well writing, for many of us, is our job. We are hedging our lives on the fact that when we're finished, someone will buy our book.

Hallelujah, the day comes when a publisher "buys" our book. Misnomer, as it isn't actually bought, it's contracted. Money is made contingent on SALES.

We go through editing, production and then we have release day – a great day, when our book is finally available to the reading public.

*Needle screeches across the old LP* You find your book on a pirate site, and it has been ILLEGALLY downloaded 1500 times. On some of my books, that's a loss of right at $3,000, stolen by unscrupulous people. THEFT, plain and simple. I own the copyright, as do all authors, not the people who upload copies of the books to the torrent sites.

Boil it down – they've walked into my home and taken food off my family's plates.

Q. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

A. I'm very happy live where and with whom I live with right now.

Q. What are your current projects?

A. I'm working on several projects at the moment, but nothing will be ready before next year. One is a m/m historical novel and I have another installment of my Romeo Club series.

I have four releases between October, 2011 and December, 2011, though, two for Noble Romance and two for Riptide Publishing.

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

A Minute After Midnight is the story of two men, Logan and Reid, who, under circumstances beyond their control, find themselves separated for many years. Each goes about their lives, takes other partners and kind of sleepwalks through the intervening years.

A high school reunion finds them in the same place. But do they still face the same problems that separated them all those years ago, at a minute after midnight?

An Evening at the Starlight isn't like anything I've ever written. It's the story of Royal and Doe and is told as a way to show a much younger man the error of his ways. The Timeless Desire theme played into a story I've been mulling over in my head for a long time. I've always wanted to write something taken loosely from a love story in my own family tree—that of my great Uncle Roy and his wife, Dorothy. Their story is the epitome of holding onto the things that are great in your life, as you never know when it will all be taken away.

Starlight is very sentimental and one of the best things I've ever written, I think. I feel very attached to the story and the characters.

And then I have the first installment in my Romeo Club series, Surprises. Folks can learn all about that on my website: www.britaaddams.com

Q. Where can we find you on the net?

A. It feels as though I'm everywhere. LOL

Email address: britaaddams@gmail.com

Website URL:

Blog URL:

Twitter: @britaaddams

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/britaaddams

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Timeless Desire Blog Tour- J.S. Wayne

2011-11-22T15:30:00.000+10:00

Today I welcome the irrepressible J.S Wayne. His stories have and continue to thrill the reader in me.

Okay J.S, down to business. Now I want the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. LOL

Q. What did you do when you received your first book contract?

A. The day I landed my first contract was a huge one for me. I was right in the middle of my work week at my hellishly evil day job, but the next night off my wife and I had together, we went out to dinner to celebrate! Over dinner, I told her, “You realize that this is going to be the next sixty years or so now, right?”

She said, “I’m very proud of you, Mr. Wayne. Give ‘em hell!”

And so I did!

Q: If you could start your life over what would you change?

A: You know, I honestly don’t think I’d change a thing. There are parts of my life that have been painful, and times when I went to bed at night praying I wouldn’t wake up. I’ve had my triumphs and God knows I’ve had my down times. But everything I’ve done, everywhere I’ve been, and everyone I’ve ever known, has shaped the man I am today. I don’t regret who I am, so looking back, how can I regret where I’ve been?

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer's block? How do you cope?

A. I believe you and I have talked about this before, but I don’t believe in writers’ block. For a long time, and I’m borrowing shamelessly from Mercedes Lackey here, I’ve considered that to be a cop-out, another way of saying “I don’t want to do the damn work” without actually saying “I don’t want to do the damn work!” I will, however, admit to occasionally getting stuck on a WIP. When that happens, I either do more research, or I switch gears and go on to the next project until I feel confident that I can move on with the current one. Either way, if I don’t write, I don’t get paid, so I don’t have time to nurse neuroses. The phrase “publish or perish” applies here just as much, if not moreso, than anywhere else! And if you’re not writing, guess what else you’re not doing?

HC. Oh yeah, I find excuses not to write too but then my Muse does have a flogger J

Q: You have three wishes….what will you wish for?

A: *Laughs* Ah, man. There are so many things I can think of. But, in order of importance:

1) To have exactly enough money for any purchase or bill I or my family will ever have.

2) To be Supreme Dictator of the world. Will all pale redheads over the age of eighteen please report to my palace, remove your clothes, and await further instructions!? (My wife’s going to kill me for that one.)

3) As long as I’m wishing, a 21-year-old bottle of Chivas Regal…that’s NEVER empty!

HC. Waves magic wand.( Well it's worth a try.)

Q. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

I’m right here. Las Vegas, Nevada; as much as I miss Texas, I’m really a 24-hour kind of guy, and there’s just nowhere else that I know of where that kind of lifestyle is not only sustainable, but encouraged.

HC I'd end up living at a casino. I can hear those slots ringing now LOL.

Q. What are your current projects?

A. Right now, I’m waiting for my next release, “Dancing On Flames,” which is scheduled to release on November 28^th from Noble Romance Publishing. I’m also knee deep in NaNoWriMo, trying to write 100,000 words and finish two WIPs by the end of the month.

The WIPs I’m working on right now are Angel of Death and The Hollow, the end of the “Angels” series and a paranormal erotic horror story starring the Headless Horseman! Once that’s done, I’ve got a whole backlog of stories in various stages of completion that need some TLC! J

H.C. I've seen a little of "Dancing On Flames" and WOW J.S. this is going to be a favorite of mine.

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

Blurb:

More than two decades have passed since the Hodans invaded the peaceful kingdom of Jurav. In their zeal for conquest, they have mercilessly rent the Juravian national character asunder, starting with the temples of their gods.
Varath's uncle raised him to one day assume his father's mantle—command warden of the Temple of Noradi, the most beloved goddess of the Juravian pantheon and the deity of heart, hearth, and the fires which burn in both.
Melody would have been High Priestess to Noradi, and her own family has groomed her with equal care against the day when the Hodan hordes will be expelled and she can assume her rightful place as the most powerful figure in the entire nation . . . and as Varath's bride.
When Varath departed to serve in the Hodan army, Melody saw it as an unconscionable betrayal. Now Varath has returned to take his father's place as the sole guardian of a temple where no one dares enter, and he has made overtures to claim the other half of his bequest: Melody herself. But can Melody see past the deceptions and lies his rebellion has forced and learn to love the man who seems to have turned his back on his own people?

Excerpt

He had been outside, nursing a cup of mead and thoughts of treason when she brushed his shoulder cautiously. Starting, he turned to find her studying him gravely.

"So you'll be a whore for the Hodans." There was no bitterness in her words, only resignation.

He glanced around to see who else might be watching. Fortunately, the area was deserted; the immaculately groomed lawn allowed no place for a spy to linger without notice.

"Is that truly what you think?"

"Is there anything else I can think?"

He sighed. "Melody, you're beautiful, but you haven't yet learned things aren't always what they seem. Don't be so quick to judge what you can't understand."

"Then make me understand." She raised one hand to flick at her hair, a gesture Varath read as uncertainty. "Had our lives been only a little different, we would be wed by now, and yet you're riding off to war with the same bastards who brought Jurav to heel." She gave one sharp nod. "You have forgotten your father, your people, and the traditions of your land. You're a sellsword, a mercenary, nothing more. Jorla taught you too well, but you know perfectly well you can never use what he taught you here."

Varath grimaced and tossed back a rather longer swallow of his mead than was wise. He coughed and choked on the biting, sweet liquid for a long moment before he regained his breath. Once he felt confident he could speak again, he croaked, "Speak to Jorla after I leave. Tell him I asked him to explain what's really going on. But Melody, you must believe me when I say all here is not what it seems."

Melody frowned. "I remember the first time I ever saw you. I was in the market, buying cloth for my High Feast dress."

Varath smiled wryly at the memory. "I was buying meat. I didn't realize you had seen me, though."

She leaned in close. "I'd hoped you would ask me to attend the feast as your intended."

He stammered, "I-I wanted to, Melody. Jorla told me it was simply too dangerous. The Hodans monitor everyone in this village so carefully, lest any of us fall back into our pagan ways."

She flinched a little. "Do you think me a spy for the Hodans?"

"Do you dare chance I'm not?" He parried.

Melody paled visibly, swaying alarmingly on her feet. "Wh-why would you say such a thing?"

"To remind you to be on your guard. We can't be any more certain of each other than we can most of the village."

Her eyes grew wider, and Varath had to clench his fists tightly at his side to repress the urge to put his arms around her and reassure her, no matter the cost.

She stood there for a moment, moisture glinting in the starlight lending her eyes a mysterious silvery sheen. "Do you honestly think my blood would betray our birthright?" Her voice was a low, furious hiss like the sound the deadly, black snakes haunting the lowlands made just before they struck. "If you honestly believe so, then you should be nowhere near this place, because you really are not one of us any longer."

Q. Is there anything else you would like to say to our readers?

A. Keep reading, folks. Whatever you like, whatever your genre of choice, without writers, you’ve got nothing new to read. But without readers, what’s the point in writing?

I hope to see you all around, and feel free to shoot me an email or a blog comment. I LOVE hearing from my readers!

Q. Where can we find you on the net?

A. You can find links to my Noble backlist on my blog and at http://nobleromance.com/authors/155.

My blog’s http://jswayne.wordpress.com

And you can find me on Twitter @jswayne702.

Thanks for dropping by and come again soon.

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QMO Review -Time To Live by H.C. Brown

2011-11-20T13:06:00.000+10:00

QMO Review :TIME TO LIVE BY H.C. BROWN HOT

BOOK DETAILS

Author

H.C. Brown

Publisher

Noble Romance Publishing

Publish Date

October 19, 2011

Genre

Contemporary / Gay Erotica / BDSM

Cover art by

Fiona Jayde

Book Length

Short Story, 35 pages

ISBN#

978-1-60592-441-0

URL

http://bit.ly/o3PyAu

Seth Bannock is living a lie. Nothing in his life is working out. He likes women . . . he respects women . . . but when he tries to kiss a woman and she does that tongue thing, he wants to spew.

Seth thought his life had complications before he met Matt, but nothing comes close to the rollercoaster ride in the big dom's arms.

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TIME TO LIVE BY H.C. BROWN

This is a book about discovery and finding the courage to live the way you want and need to. Not just that of sexual orientation, but the D/s lifestyle and a partner at the same time, at least for Seth. Matt is a little better off, in that he already knows he’s gay and a Dominant, but being attracted to a man as more than a short-term interest is new to him, and definitely shocking.

Seth doesn’t have it easy in this story, but then, he doesn’t make it easy for himself either. After the latest disaster with a woman he finally admits he ‘may be gay’ and knows he is attracted to BDSM. So what does he do? Visit a BDSM club and jump in at the deep end, so to speak. Luckily, the owner is there to catch him, but Seth has to do the landing by himself. It’s a good thing he knows exactly what he likes, or he might back off.

Matt is a bit overbearing, but leaves Seth enough space not to feel overwhelmed. Not enough to back away (since he’s already decided he wants him on a more permanent basis), but enough so Seth doesn’t feel more crowded than he wants to feel. Their reactions to a simple misunderstanding are equally immature, which is lucky in a way, since neither man can blame the other.

If you like D/s stories where the focus is on one partner discovering himself and admitting what he likes, if a slightly overbearing Dom doesn’t worry you and if you like hot sex scenes, you will probably enjoy this book.

DISCLAIMER: Books reviewed on this site were usually provided at no cost by the publisher or author. This book has been purchased by the reviewer.

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Updated blog and web page

2011-11-19T22:18:00.000+10:00

Well after celebrating Time To Live's rise to fame on Amazon this past few days, I decided to upgrade my blog and web page.

I hope you like the new look :-)
It meets the new lifestyle change and the Tai Chi...okay, don't laugh I need the exercise.
Also, I had a funny email asking me why I spend all my time on Cityville.LOL It would be nice if I had the time to waste....no it's not me but I am in control of the access...so yes it is in my name. The players are numerous young, bored members of the family.... is that cheating? If you want to friend me its better to go to my Facebook author page...that is me.
Or join my fan group there's a link on this page. I often have special give aways for my fans.

Any how, take a look at the new pages , let me know what you think :-)

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HC
www.hcbrown-author.com

Timeless Desire Blog Tour-KevaD

2011-11-16T15:24:00.000+10:00

Welcome KevaD, a friend who is a great inspiration to me personally, and an author whose stories remain in my head long after the book is closed.

First of all, thank you for hosting me here, HC. It's wonderful to be back. I'm so glad you finally got past the whole ugly stalking allegations. How did you get Hugh Jackman into that basement anyway?

HC. So you found out about the 'stalking' hey? Oh...sh*t I forgot about Hugh. You carry on I'll be back in a few seconds.

Hello, everyone, and welcome. I'm KevaD.

Here's my official Noble Romance short bio:

KevaD is David "DA" Kentner, prolific author of romance, suspense, horror, fantasy, and winner of American Mensa, Ltd’s Calliope magazine 18^th annual fiction competition. His weekly column "The Readers' Writers" in which he interviews famous and soon-to-be-famous authors appears in newspapers across the country.

When not writing, shoveling snow or mowing their 5 acres outside Freeport, IL, he's trying to explain to his wife the TV has more than SOAP and GAME channels, and pizza really is a necessary and required food group.

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Q: What is the funniest thing that ever happened to you?

A: My two sons once plotted against me. The oldest called me to the kitchen while the youngest hid in a lower cupboard. When I walked into the trap, the silverware drawer jumped out at me. I am now experienced in exactly how it feels to lose all control of your bodily functions.

HC. LOL now that brings back a memory, my boys hid the knives and forks when I had the in-laws over for dinner. Kids!

Q. What do you want your readers to take away from your books?

A. I think it would be great if they left the pages intact. Especially if they borrowed the book from the library. The serious answer is, a contented smile and the desire to tell their friends about the great story they just read.

Q. What did you do when you received your first book contract?

A. I called my mother. She had written several things in her youth, but never saw her work published, opting instead to devote herself to her family and home. My achievement was as much hers as mine. My second book was contracted while she was dying. She smiled and wanted me to get back to work writing the next one. Sadly, we lost her before that next book was contracted, but I'll never forget how excited she was at the news of the first one. It was one of those moments locked forever in my heart.

H.C. That's lovely.

Q. What are your favorite movies?

A. My all-time favorite is "Yellowbeard." The humor in that film is outlandishly bawdy and just my kind of out-of-the-box funny.

"The fat one on the throne is the queen. She's not very well today, so I should kneel upwind of her."

H.C. * Giggles*

Q. If you could start your life over what would you change?

A. Truthfully, probably nothing. My life certainly had its ups and downs, and a lot of tears. But I honestly believe that all the bad (and some of it was borderline horrific), as well as the good, led me to experience some things many people may never believe I have done. I've been penniless, sleeping in bus stations, only years later to be invited to meet with a Rhodesian Prime Minister in Zurich, Switzerland, who offered me a position as a member of his personal bodyguard. I declined the job. The paths I traveled haven't been the norm, and I don't think I'd want a single stone removed or pothole filled along my journey to where I am now.

Q. What are your current projects?

A. I'm working on a romantic suspense novel titled "Hearts on a Paper Boat." It's about two broken lives who discover love in the paper boats they set adrift on a lake.

HC. I am so waiting to read this one.

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

"Desire Damned" is the story of two men and the events that will cause one to sacrifice eternity for the other.

Blurb:

Satan wants the warrior Taka to bow before him. But Taka bows to no one except his gentle lover Har.

For thousands of years the two men have been doomed to a life of torment. While one walks the earth, the other suffers under the devil's lash. Their only respite is an occasional night; a random, beautiful, love-filled night, knowing that with the dawn one of them must die in battle and return to Satan's wrath.

On the war-torn fields of Gettysburg the two lovers are reunited once again. But this time something beyond Hell's reach has happened. Something so wondrous, Satan may finally get his wish.

My other Timeless Desire book is "A Dance with Bogie and Bacall," a sweet romance of two people stumbling through life and the ghost bent on bringing them together.

Blurb:

Maureen and Frank Johnson shared the kind of romance most people believe only exists in movies. Until a ballroom fire took Maureen's life.

Franci Johnson grew up hearing her grandparents' love story a thousand times and wishes to find the kind of undying love Frank and Maureen had once upon a time.

DJ Scott Kincaid just wants the ghost following him to go away. But Maureen thinks the hunky DJ might be just the answer to her granddaughter's dreams.

Buy link

Q. Where can we find you on the net?

A. http://www.kevad.net/ There you can find excerpts of all my books, and a few videos I made as well.

Q. Is there anything else you would like to say to our readers?

Thank you so much for allowing me the privilege of writing my stories. It's your support that makes this journey so wonderful, and I am truly grateful.

And, thank you, HC, for sharing your blog with me today.

H.C. My pleasure, come back and see me again soon.

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Timeless Desire Blog Tour- Sarah Ballance

2011-11-15T14:54:00.000+10:00

Welcome Sarah, tell us something about yourself.

Sarah and her husband of over fourteen years live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they're asleep. She often jokes that she writes to be around people who will listen to her, but her characters aren't much better than her kids. Fortunately, her husband is quite supportive, having generously offered to help her research "the good parts." She's never had to ask twice.

Q. What did you do when you received your first book contract?

A. It was my first manuscript. My first reaction was that it was a mistake, and I continued thinking they'd WTF themselves and change their minds all the way until the book released. I was stunned beyond belief, but that time of my life was surreal for more than one reason. That first manuscript, DOWN IN FLAMES, contains a surprise pregnancy. A few days after I submitted the story to Noble, my husband and I found out we were expecting our sixth child. Considering I'd had my tubes tied, it was a HUGE surprise. It turns out my book was released just two weeks after I had my little girl, which will forever link these two unlikely "births" in my mind. (And I still don't know which of the two shocked me more!)

HC. Wow!

Q. We all love romance. What in your mind defines a great romance novel?

A. Chemistry! It's one element that applies no matter what the genre, heat content, or setting. Whether they're ready to kill one another, sworn enemies, or want one another so badly they can't stand it, that spark wins me over every single time. As a reader, when the chemistry isn't there it doesn't matter what else is going on in the story … I'm bored, and I'm done.

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer's block? How do you cope?

A. It took me years to figure this one out. When I stall, I skip ahead in the story and write whichever scene is loudest in my head. This seems to accomplish two things. One, it frees me to write without being so particular about the words, because I know I'll be able to edit when I get to the scene in sequence—a particularly effective technique when a scene "nags" at me and I desire to get it down before I forget something important.

Second, it has the effect of letting me get to know my characters better. A good example of this occurred in the opening chapter of FAMILIAR LIGHT. I really struggled with how Bridger would react to Laney in the first scene, but when I skipped ahead to the second scene, which is from his point of view, I developed a feel for his character. From there, it was easy to go back and finish what I "blocked."

Q. Book pirating is a big issue at the moment. Can you tell our readers how this impacts on you and other authors?

A. For the vast majority of authors, pirating literally takes food off the table. The small percentage of authors (not me) who can live off their royalties don't deserve to have their work stolen. The rest of us? We don't deserve to be robbed either, and we suffer for it.

Q. What are your current projects?

A. I'm finishing work on TIDE OF LIES, the novel-length sequel to FAMILIAR LIGHT. Then I'm back to my new romantic suspense series, Packing Heat. The first title, UNFORGIVEN, just released in September. Readers of that book will recognize Maverick as he takes the lead in book two, working title LAST CALL, but the stories do not have to be read in order so feel free to jump in wherever the mood strikes! :c)

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

Blurb:

Seven years of longing comes down to just one night.

Laney Kent returns to Barrier Shoals hoping to reunite with her first love, Bridger. She anticipates his reception might be chilly, but what she doesn't expect is to become the victim of a deadly obsession … or that this night with Bridger could be her last.

Bridger Jansen tangled a lot of sheets trying to forget about Laney, but his heart knew what the rest of him refused to admit: he could love no one else. He's determined not to forgive her for leaving him without explanation, but when he fails to protect her from a viscous attack, the person he can't forgive just might be himself.

Excerpt

"Can I help you?" The gruff question trickled through the cavernous space like water leaking through pipes. He seemed to materialize from the shadows as he strode toward her, the rise of heat from the concrete floor keeping him just out of focus.

But her heart knew.

She swallowed a hard knob of regret. "Bridger?"

He couldn't have heard her—not with the way she clung to his name, as if saying it out loud would be to lose another piece of him. But his step faltered, and the recognition in that interrupted cadence brought the burn of tears to her eyes.

No regrets.

She stood, trembling, as the fifty feet between them dwindled to ten. When he was close enough for her to make out the stubble lining his jaw, his legs stopped moving, but his gaze tore over her. The impassioned glare was without direction, a harsh reflection of the hard lines edging his face. The warm brown eyes she remembered were now a bitter shade of espresso.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

The words, tense with fury, sent her backpedaling against the concrete wall. Too late, she realized she no longer knew this man. They were kids when they'd parted ways, too naïve to realize they'd never keep those breathless promises. At least she'd been that way. His tone suggested otherwise.

They were alone in the deeply shadowed belly of Barrier Shoals Light. And for the first time within those walls, Laney tasted fear.

"Was I supposed to wait for you?" he asked.

Seven years had passed since her weak-kneed promise to return to him. She didn't have an answer for that.

He took another step, boxing her against the curvature of the rock. He stood close—so close, she had to tip her head to meet his eyes.

And she summoned courage to do it.

"Was I?" he asked, his voice softer now. He leaned closer. The stifling heat morphed into sexual innuendo, his skin slick with sweat, daring her to touch.

She was one careless thought away from taking him up on that unspoken suggestion. Her fingers itched to claw through his hair, to draw him closer until the distance between them evaporated. Memories of frantically grasping for purchase against the stone wall besieged her, curling fear into boundless adrenaline. "Did you?"

Her words coaxed a slow grin from his sensual mouth. "Was I supposed to?"

Wait for me, Bridger I'll be back.

The thought came from nowhere, peeling away seven years to their last night together. He'd held her, caressed the hair from her face, and kissed every salty inch of her skin. Stay. A single word. A plea from a man who asked for nothing—and yet owned it all. Every piece of her was his.

She'd just taken too long to realize it. And those eyes . . . . They bore into her, dark with the kind of passion that made anger futile and sex magnificent.

She remembered the latter well.

"Can we talk?" she asked. Lame. But in that moment, all that mattered.

He ran his index finger along her jaw—a slow, teasing exploration he abandoned in short order to toy with a strand of her hair. Dipping his head so his lips grazed her ear, he said, "To think I have anything to say is to assume I still give a damn, Laney. And I think I left that behind a long time ago."

His words were so much at odds with his actions she failed to reconcile the two. Lack of awareness might also be blamed on the hand curling at her nape, the gentle touch drawing her against his chest. Or the heat of his mouth lingering on her flesh, following the coy path his finger trailed across her jaw. Every nuance of touch electrified her, each moment captured in a single thud of her heartbeat.

He stood so close she saw only snapshots of memories, each one triggering another landslide of emotion. His mouth closing over her skin. His fingers laced through hers. That wicked grin he wore as he held her captive with his touch, her wrists pressed overhead against the sand. The dark shadow of his profile blotting out the dance of moonlight on water, their heavy breaths intoxicated with salt air and lust . . . and a promise she failed to keep.

"If I were less of a man," he said, "I'd tell you what you wanted to hear. We'd have a good time, and then I'd walk. Let you spend the next few years wondering what the hell you did to lose me."

"Bridger—"

"But no one deserves that. Not even you." His tight smile brought hard lines to his jaw, but no trace of forgiveness. Holding fast to her gaze, he stepped away, taking twenty degrees of Fahrenheit with him.

Laney shivered. He may have put distance between them, but the narrow darkness in his eyes clutched her throat. She'd mistaken the flat, slated glare for fury, but it wasn't anger . . . it was hurt. She'd hurt him by not coming back. And that was far worse than his wrath.

"You should go."

She opened her mouth and closed it. Every reason she counted for coming back begged her to stay and stand up for what they once had, but there was one thing missing from her fight: a leg upon which to stand.

So, with nothing left to say, she went.

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H.C. Another great read.

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Thanks so much for allowing me to visit here for the day. It's always a pleasure (I am not-so-secretly hoping some of HC's prowess will rub off on me, LOL!)

H.C. Now I'm blushing :-)

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Timeless Desire Blog Tour Week 2

2011-11-14T17:12:00.001+10:00

The Timeless Desire Blog Tour started with a bang and continues this week.
Come over and join us. Leave a comment with your email address and go into the 8 daily draws for a swag of prizes from the participating authors plus your entry into the Grand Prizes awarded at the end of the tour. A Kindle, book gift certificates, print editions of the Timeless Desire Collections from Noble Romance Publishing. Plus Special Prizes from Sex Toys.co.uk
Check out the books in the Timeless Desire Collection, the stories will touch your heart.

Timeless Desire Blog Tour- Lucy Felthouse

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

Q. What are your favorite movies?

A. Bridget Jones' Diary, Mamma Mia, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, the X-Men films, Role Models and Clueless to name but a few…

Q. If you could meet a paranormal being or character of your choice with no safeguards, what/who would you choose and why?

A. I would love to meet Damon Salvatore, from the show rather than the Vampire Diaries books. Why? Because he's so damn sexy! J

Q: If you could be a cartoon character which one would it be?

A: Jessica Rabbit, because she's not bad, she's just drawn that way.

Q: What makes you happy?

A: Reading, writing, spending time with my other half, walking and exploring the countryside.

Q. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

A. Not too far away – if I could live anywhere I'd live in the Peak District which is just up the road from me. It's my favourite place in the world.

Q. What are your current projects?

A. Right now I'm working on a novella for one of my publishers. I can't say any more than that for now as it's top secret, but all being well it'll be released early next year as part of a compilation.

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

Blurb:

Westbury Manor is a stately home with a fascinating past, and when book conservator Emily Stone starts uncovering it, she's startled by what she finds . . . .

Emily arrives at Westbury Manor with a job to do. She's to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She'd expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

Excerpt:

Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive toward the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home, and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. She'd been invited. She had a job to do.

An elderly lady stood in the porch, smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the hall. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman at the door, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently to the side, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to enter. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.

Finally, the last of Westbury Hall's visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single, stone step to the threshold, she took the hand already offered her.

Shaking Emily's hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, "You must be Miss Stone." Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her age, she was far from past it. "I'm Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor."

"I am," Emily replied, dropping her hand back to her side, "but please, call me Emily. It's lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?"

Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.

"I do," the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, "I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn't worry about me disturbing you."

"Oh no," Emily said, worried she'd inadvertently rubbed Mrs. Thompson the wrong way. "I didn't mean that. I was just curious. You're more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson; although, I'm afraid you won't see anything terribly exciting."

Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily sighed silently with relief. She'd yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she'd been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall's is particularly rich."

Emily smiled. The woman's enthusiasm was infectious. "Well then," she replied, "I can't wait to learn more about it. I hope you'll feed me full of historical tidbits while I'm here?"

Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. "Come, my dear, I won't hold you up any longer. I'll show you to the library, where you'll soon start uncovering Westbury's illustrious history for yourself."

Buy link: https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/162/Lucy-Felthouse

Q. Is there anything else you would like to say to our readers?

Thanks to all of you for following the tour – I hope you enjoy our stories, and good luck with the giveaways!

Q. Where can we find you on the net?

A. My website is http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk. I'm also on Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads. I'm most frequently on Twitter, but if you want to keep up to date with my new releases, then my

website is always kept up to date and contains excerpts of all of my work.

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Timeless Desire Blog Tour- Jess Anastasi

2011-11-08T19:06:00.000+10:00

Please welcome fellow Aussie Jess Anastasi.

It's great to have you here today, I'm sure my readers would love to know some more about you.

Jess has been making up stories ever since she can remember. Though her messy handwriting made it hard for anyone else to read them, she wasn't deterred and now she gets to make up stories for a living. She loves loud music, dumb movies, and a good book on a rainy day. Jess lives in regional Victoria, Australia with her very supportive husband, two kids, one spoiled border collie, and one seriously crazy cat.

Q. What are your favorite movies?

A. Depends on my mood. My favorite comedy would be something like Dude, Where's My Car or Zoolander for the sheer stupidty. How can people not find that kind of dumb humor funny? My favorite action movie (and probably my favorite movie of all time) is The Mummy with Brendan Fraser (watch that and you'll see a romance novel hero come to life!) but I also love a good romance like Two Weeks Notice with Hugh Grant or When in Rome with Josh Duhamel.

I love Brendan Fraser movies too.

Q. We all love romance. What in your mind defines a great romance novel?

A. When you can see the characters really struggling and growing to get where they need to be for their HEA. Love never comes easy in a great romance novel.

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer's block? How do you cope?

A. Sometimes I get a bit stuck on where the story needs to go next. Often I'll do something away from the computer, like go for a walk, or a drive, sit out in the backyard, or even vacuum. When I'm not trying anymore, that's when the answer usually comes to me.

Q: If you could be a cartoon character which one would it be?

A. I don't know if many people will know this, but about ten or twelve years ago there was this Cartoon about a teenage girl at high school called Daria. She was hilarious because no matter what happened, she always came across so flat and sarcastic and always had the best come back for the jocks and cheerleaders and her clueless parents. I used to love it when I was a teenager and part of me still wishes I could come up with some one liners like she did.

Q. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

A. Easy! I would move to Far North Queensland here in Australia. Its up near the equator - we're talking the tropics - white sandy beaches, the Great Barrier Reef, Daintree Rainforest. Its truly magical up there and if I ever decided to move, that's where I'd be going.

Nice J

Q. What are your current projects?

A. I'm working on the fourth Sanctuary book, currently titled Sinner and also another sci-fi/fantasy type book called Heart of the Warlord. I've got a couple of other ideas I'm playing with, but those two are the main ones.

Q. Can you tell us a little about your latest release?

Blurb:

Cadmiel, the Angel of Destiny, knows better than anyone what a bitch fate can be. Five hundred years ago, the only woman he ever loved was killed, shredding his soul and leaving a void in place of his heart. Now Archangel Michael comes to him with a shocking and forbidden proposal. He wants Cadmiel to travel back in time and save Emilyn. Though Cadmiel wishes beyond all reasoning to do as the archangel asks, messing with time goes against his own beliefs and the very foundations of angel lore. But Michael doesn't give Cadmiel a choice and thrusts him through time and space, back to 2012.

The first time Emilyn saw the gorgeous man, she was affected on a level she couldn't comprehend. Cadmiel isn't like any other guy she's ever met, and he makes her wish love at first sight were true. But there are forces at work she never dreamed real. In the space of a day, she goes from normal, every-day college student, to a pawn in an apocalyptic war between angels and demons.

Emilyn's very life is in Cadmiel's hands. Will he risk the future of the entire universe to save her, or let her die and destroy himself in the process?

Chapter One

Sanctuary, 2512

He hated it when his memories got the better of him, but at least this time, he could blame someone else.

Cadmiel took a deep breath and forced his fists to unclench as he stared at Archangel Michael. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you."

Michael crossed his arms, dark eyes glinting. "No, you didn't. You heard what I said. You have to go back and save her."

Apprehension and disbelief coursed like lava through him, burning everything it touched. "And this is why you called me here? To ask this of me?"

"I thought you would be happy, Cadmiel." Michael tilted his head, his unwavering, endless gaze disconcerting in its intensity. "I thought this was what you wanted."

He closed his eyes, so much pressure pounding in his head, his eyes ached. Damn, but he'd never wanted anything other than Emilyn, wished every night of the past five hundred years that he could have saved her, that he could go back in time and change things. But messing with time was one of the biggest no-no's in angelic lore. Going back to alter anything went beyond bad into the realms of catastrophic. And here stood Archangel Michael, calmly telling him he had to go and do exactly that. His heart skittered, because more than anything he wanted to agree. Yet he couldn't.

"You know I would have given anything to be with Emilyn even one more day, but not like this." His voice came out rough, the words uneven.

Michael paced a few steps away and stood in front of the windows that took up an entire wall of the archangel's residence. "And why not? I am offering you that and more."

Cadmiel threw up his hands in disbelief. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because it breaks about a dozen angelic and cosmic laws; maybe because you don't know what effects might ripple out from it and change the last five hundred years' worth of history? Do I need any more reasons than those? I'm the Angel of Destiny, Michael. I, more than anyone, knows what a bitch fate can be. And no matter what, she can't be messed with."

Michael's dark eyes sparked with golden fissures of power. "I don't answer to fate, not anymore. I make my own way. It is not common knowledge, but I can see alternate timelines. I decided I didn't want to sit back and watch things end bloody. So, I'm changing things. And saving Emilyn is just one part."

Cadmiel sighed. Weariness and an underlying sense of defeat he'd been carrying for the past five hundred years sat heavy within him. "Are you doing this so I'll join your cause? I know I refused before, but Archangel Zadkiel's really been pissing me off lately. He wants to see your insides on your outsides, by the way. I'll reconsider, but you don't have to offer me something so totally insane."

Michael walked forward, closing the distance between them. "Let's get one thing straight, Cadmiel. I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing it for me. And there is no choice. You will go back and save Emilyn."

He scoffed as he crossed his arms. "You can't order me to go. The other archangels have disowned you, cast you out, like Lucifer. No one would blame me for disobeying you. Especially if they knew what you've asked of me."

"The other archangels may have renounced me, but they are the ones who've forgotten our true purpose. They're so busy fighting the demons, they don't care that humans are getting caught in the crossfire, the very people God charged us with watching over. I'm trying to do what's right." Michael's expression hardened, his features telling of steadfastness to his cause. "We're wasting time, Cadmiel. It's exactly five hundred years today since she died, you need to go."

Cadmiel's breath caught painfully in his lungs. Five hundred years today since Emilyn had died. It'd taken him a long time to forget this day. At least four hundred years. Every year, this day would come and bring pain, desolation, the question of why he even bothered going on when half of his soul had been shredded and cast adrift. But who ever heard of an angel committing suicide?

And plus, it wasn't like there was someone else who could step up and take on his job. Only he had the curse of seeing people's fates. Everyone's but his own. And Emilyn's. That's how he'd known the first day he'd seen her that she was special, that she was meant for him. In a city street full of people whose fates hovered over them like clouds on a rainy day, she had cut through the swathe like a golden ray of sunshine in the gloom. A blank slate. A person whose destiny he couldn't envision.

And if he could have seen their shared fate, would he have walked away, knowing the pain in his future?

Michael gripped his shoulder, pulling him out of the dark reveries. "This will be for the best, for all of us. I don't care what you believe about my endeavors or me, but know that Emilyn shouldn't have died. She should not have been taken away from you. This needs to be rectified."

He shook his head as his eyes burned, unable to talk over the lump in his throat. No. It could not be. It wasn't natural. Although he and Michael had never been close, he'd always considered him a friend, so why was the archangel torturing him this way?

Michael's lips pressed together, his expression harsh. Around them, a muted rainbow haze coalesced as sparks of golden power burned in the archangel's gaze.

"I know you're angry, but you'll get over it when Emilyn is with you again. We'll talk when you get back."

Anger singed away the pain. "Get back? I'm damn well not going anywhere. Screw you, Michael. Blast me into oblivion for disrespecting you, but I am not—"

Michael reached out a hand and touched him in the middle of the forehead, forcing him backward.

Cadmiel threw his arms out as he started falling. He tried to access his powers to stop himself hitting the floor, but it was like someone had cut the electrical connection, he didn't get even the tiniest spark. And he never made the floor. He just kept falling. High-octane power whistled past his ears, like being buffeted by a wind strong enough to burn. Colors flashed in his vision, their intensity blinding. He shut his eyes and curled himself into a ball. Impact was going to be a bitch.

Q. Is there anything else you would like to say to our readers?

I also have recently released another book, the 3rd book in the Sanctuary series called Singularity.

Blurb: Marc Andros saved the life of an angel. Now he's mystically bound to her until she can repay the act in kind. To make things more complicated, he's working for Archangel Michael. Not the kind of guy he thought would end up being his boss back when he was spending his days hunting the demons and angels plaguing the universe. And just because fate hasn't quite finished twisting him up, with the bond in place he and his angel can't be separated by too great a distance before they both experience an excruciating level of pain. They are literally. Stuck. Together.

Charmeine thought being bound to a human and forced to interact with him on a daily basis would be about the most tedious thing that had ever happened to her. But instead she finds herself fascinated by her apparent savior and constant companion. On a mission to retrieve a valuable sacred relic, Charmeine risks her life, drawing on a considerable amount of her supernatural energies to save Marc. That single act drains her powers to the point of turning her human and thrusts her into a position of doubt and uncertainty.

With enemies all over the universe and the demon king stepping up his offensive to systematically wipe out humans, Charmeine doesn't know who to trust. Will Marc help her if he knows the truth, or will he use her mortality against her to find a way out of their mystical bond? It's an impossible situation, and the wrong choice could mean death for both of them.

Q. Where can we find you on the net?

websites: www.jessanastasi.com

www.jessanastasi.blogspot.com

My books:

At Noble Romance Publishing: https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/130/Jess-Anastasi

At Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=jess+anastasi&x=0&y=0

Thanks for joining me today Jess.

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Review Time to Live

2011-11-03T13:40:00.000+10:00

Black Raven ReviewsThe writing itself was fantastic! The visualizations were engaging. I was drawn into the scene and felt as if I was in the room with the characters. I would certainly recommend this as a fun read to others, even with the earlier caveats. I haven’t had the opportunity to read any other books by HC Brown, but that name will certainly make it on my list of authors to watch for in the future.

Rated 3 ½ Ravens by MacKenzie!

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Timeless Desire Blog Tour

2011-10-31T11:50:00.001+10:00

If you thought August was hot, you ain't seen nothing yet! Noble Romance authors Bryl R. Tyne, H.C. Brown, Brita Addams, KevaD, J.S. Wayne, Lucy Felthouse, Sarah Ballance, and Jess Anastasi are teaming up to melt the winter blues, your monitor, AND your inhibitions with the "Timeless Desire" blog tour. Featuring blazing-hot interviews and excerpts, as well as a whole new collection of novellas guaranteed to fire up your libido or warm your heart (and some might do both!) from some of the newest and your all-time favorite authors at Noble Romance, you won't have any trouble keeping warm this November!

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Authors will be giving out prizes daily.

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Tour kicks off 8 November.

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Release party!!!!

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