Sunday, 29 September 2013

Vampire menage coming soon!

My first attempt at both menage and a vampire story is coming out in the next week or so.
It crosses so many sub genre's its a bit silly really.
It's vampire- my first go at a paranormal
It's menage- specifically MMF, which it didn't start out as. It was just going to be M/F, but a friend of mine gave me a push to try out a sex scene with the two men and Antony just kind of hung around.
It is historical- specifically Regency period London. ie. 1812
and to top it all off, its also female Domme. Not full on BDSM lifestyle of course, as its set in a period
of time where that didn't exist, but its still in there!
Anyway...the story is called 'First Bite, First Glance' and it will be featured in the Edible Delights Volume 3 anthology.
Here is a short excerpt to give you a taste of what is to come.

Stepping back into his breeches, he pulled them back up over his lower body and buttoned himself up. He didn’t offer to pay her, she had taken as much as she’d given.
She turned to him, her blue eyes shining and watching him sharply.
“Thank you, Benedict. You may leave whenever you like.”
He stilled. Was she dismissing him? Disappointment hit him hard, followed by a heavy dose of anger. He did not like being used.
“Took enough did you?” He bit the words out as his fury mounted.
Her eyes narrowed at his tone, and he couldn’t prevent the growl that escaped from his throat. Her eyes widened again before she moved to sweep her hair up into a style, ignoring his question.
He didn’t like being ignored.
“Don’t you want more blood?”
Lina stopped thrusting pins through her hair and turned, staring at him with shock in her eyes.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
He smiled, lifting his hand and wiping his shoulder, but no blood remained. Amazingly, he had healed already.
“You drank my blood when I came. How often do you require it?”
He could see her internal struggle in the stiffness of her posture and the haunted look in her eyes.
“I didn’t drink your blood, Benedict. Do not be absurd.”
He laughed, but the sound held little humor as he pulled on his shirt. He felt giddy, on a post orgasm high. A part of his brain knew he should be afraid of her, but he wasn’t. He was too furious with her for treating him like a fool.
“Lina, you did. I saw my blood on your mouth, and now you look healthier. I even had some strange vision of an old man with long white hair while you were feeding.”
She moved so quickly he didn’t even see her shift, as she stood just in front of him. Her eyes were wide open and she moved around him slowly now, stalking him. She looked shocked, wary and interested.
“What did you just say?”
He swallowed, his bravado failing him for a moment. She was fast and if gossip was to be believed, strong too.
“I saw an old man.”
Lina shivered and leaned forward exposing her fangs. Benedict couldn’t help himself from wanting to see it happen this time. He leaned into her and tilted his head away, exposing the source she craved. Pain coursed through him, then the vision of her with the old man pierced his brain, the old man enfolding Lina in his arms this time.
He gasped and pulled away, his head spinning.

Thursday, 26 September 2013

New Trailer

My lovely friend and fellow erotic writer-Khloe Wren, has made me another trailer for up and coming release 'Loving a Fae: Neisk'
It is my October release with Steam eReads
Here is the link: YOUTUBE

She actually organised a photo shoot with three men for the cover and trailer photos.
thank you lovely one!

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

On sale!

Heart's Truth is on sale for 0.99c for the next 3 days and
My new release Blond Truth is on sale today for the next few hours!
Look up Amazon, ARe and Steam eReads if u want to take advantage
Of the sale if honour of my Sex in Words event tonight!

Monday, 23 September 2013

New m/m released!

This is my first attempt at M/M BDSM!!!
It's only short and pure erotica but it was a whole lot of fun to write!


Friday, 20 September 2013

Cover Reveal

This is my new cover for Impossible Desires- my Historical Domme novella.
It's a bit plain fo my tastes...but it is also a bit mysterious and dark. Which is the point too.
A widow who likes to control. An earl with no time for innocence. A relationship bound by dark needs and subversive desires set in the glittering world of Regency England.

Lord Gareth Osborne is a wealthy earl in need of a wife, but the insipid debutantes he encounters do not fulfil the darkest fantasies of his soul. He fears that it will be impossible to find a woman who will satisfy his needs and make a suitable companion, until he meets the sensual, self-assured Eleanor.

Lady Eleanor Rossette is newly widowed, though not unhappily so. Her marriage put her into the hands of an abusive, controlling man, and Eleanor knows she will never surrender her control again. She yearns for a strong, passionate man who will yield to her in the bedroom, and she wants that man to be Lord Osborne…

It is up for pre-order on Amazon at 20% off


Cover reveal

In Late October I have a story being released in the anthology- Edible Delights vol 3.
It's called First Bite, First Glance and was the first ever vampire, menage story i ever wrote.
Just for fun I made it female Domme and Regency Historical as well! of the smaller characters peaked a friend of mine's attention and she 'asked' me to write
Marie's story too!
I didn't really want to, but while sitting at a conference in March- it just sort of came to me.
So I wrote it and got my beautiful and talented friend Khloe Wren to make a cover for me.
I'm going to get it edited and release it as a self pubbed release- probably as a free read sometime in October.
Which will be fun!
Here's the lovely cover and I am looking forward to this one!!!

Thursday, 19 September 2013

check out this yet-to-be-released hot new BDSM erotic romance

Thanks so much for having me here today, Tamsin J

They say a picture can paint a thousand words, and never has that been truer than in my case. You see, my muse is a very visual little thing, and sometimes—in fact more often than not lately—a picture is all it takes for her to come up with a story.
Or an entire series, as the case may be...
Auctioned to the Honorable Dom started off as Friday Flash on my blog. You can see the original flash here. It niggled away at me until I sat down, and wrote the story and the more I wrote and secondary characters popped up, the clearer it became that I had a series on my hands.
In this first instalment Laura signs up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex is all she wants. She doesn't bargain on being purchased by her brother's best friend, the only man she's ever loved…

[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade can do…

Adult Excerpt:
Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against hers.
He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.
Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at her.
“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little sub.”
Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal like that?”
Auctioned to the Honorable Dom releases September 25th and is available for pre-order now.
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Beautiful new M/F erotic romance

Louisa wanted nothing more than to be self-sufficient. She had her own law firm and no man in her life to complicate things—until, that is, one of her biggest clients and family friends dies, leaving Louisa to deal with the life-changing directions in his will.  
An accident leaves Louisa in the care of her deceased client’s son Dominic, her high school fling and the very person who will complicate her life. Before she can leave, and save her heart, news comes that her other clients have abandoned her.
Dominic seizes the chance to get Louisa back into his life and offers her a deal she can’t refuse. Marry him, and he will save her law firm. Can Louisa keep her feelings in check long enough to get away from the man who threatens to steal her heart and the life she has built for herself?

His dark eyes sparkled in the half light. She felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the tea she had drunk.  She found it hard to believe that she ever mistrusted him. He was taking care of everything with such efficiency and care, and he was doing it all to help her. She didn’t know why she did it, but she found herself leaning forward and kissing the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you,” she told him, leaning back and using her next move to hide the silence that followed.
She looked up just as his hand reached behind her head and pulled her mouth to his. His lips were warm and soft, moving gently against her mouth. She opened to him and felt him deepen the kiss. He tasted of tea and something that she couldn’t identify. She wanted more. His fingers caressed her neck as he placed last kiss on her swollen lips. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against hers, his breath still hot against the sensitive skin of her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft and husky. “I shouldn’t have done that. You just looked so...”
The waiter came at that moment with the food they ordered, and they broke apart reluctantly.  She couldn’t look at him. She waited for her pulse to stop thundering around her body. She could still taste him on her lips. The temptation to trace them with her tongue, to taste him again, was overwhelming, and she tried to keep her hands from shaking as she ate. She had to say something to break the silence.
“Thank you for arranging this so quickly,” she said finally as she put her fork back on her plate and moved it to one side.
“It’s the least I can do after putting you in such a position. You have enough to worry about.”
He smirked as he pushed his own plate aside and made his next move on the board. “Check.”
Louisa sighed and relaxed again. She had been afraid that he might want to talk about what just happened. She smiled at the cocky grin on his lips. She had the impression he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Drat,” he muttered, as she took his queen. He leant over and rested his elbows on his knees, a look of concentration now replacing the grin. 
“Dominic, can I ask you something?”
“Mmm,” he mumbled still studying the board.
“When I left all those years ago, why didn’t you call me?”
She hadn’t wanted to ask, but she couldn’t move on with this arrangement knowing that he had just let her go once before, that he hadn’t even tried to get her to come back. She knew it was childish of her. She had been the one to walk out, but he had just let her, not even bothering to call and ask why. She spent so long after their last day together wondering. Her friends tried to take her mind off him. With every blind date Louisa felt more and more that she had lost something. Love sounded so old fashioned, but all she knew was that she felt so calm, so happy in Dominic’s arms. Once she lost that, it had taken her years to convince herself she needed to move on, and she could never forget. Telling herself it wasn’t meant to be helped her get on with her life. Now here he was again, like a ghost, and she couldn’t help but feel betrayed. The door of the café opened allowing a breeze to blow past her carrying the scent of the street, wet and cold. She had to know. Had he thought about her after that night? Or had he seen her as nothing more than another woman in a long line of conquests?
His gaze shot up to meet hers, his eyebrows raised in what was clearly surprise. 
“I did call you. Each time I called, your roommate answered and said she would leave a message for you.”
Louisa frowned. She hadn’t received any messages. She asked her roommate Cassie many times over the first few weeks if anyone called for her.
She clicked her tongue against her teeth as she thought. “I didn’t get any messages.”
 “Does it matter now?” 

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Blond Truth released only yesterday!
and yet it is a best seller on both ARe and Amazon,
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Monday, 16 September 2013

Erotica vs Erotic Romance

Erotic romance vs Erotica

When I went to the ARRA seminar, one of the Erotic Romance Authors defined this for me perfectly I think.

She said that Erotica is the sexual journey of a single person and the ending doesn’t have to have a happy ending.

Erotic romance is still a romance. The story of two or more people who fall in love and their journey together. There still must be a HEA (Happily Ever After) or at least a HFN ( Happy for now) ending.

The biggest difference between Erotic romance and sweeter romance is the sex. In an erotic romance the sex is used to further the story, to develop the characters and the relationship from an emotional point of view. If you took the sex out of an erotic romance, the story would fall over.

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Historical M/M by HC Brown

After inheriting a Georgian house in London, Zack Daniels, millionaire art dealer, becomes obsessed with a portrait of the home's former owner, Lord Alexander Swift. One evening, Zack decides to explore the old house and on entering, the once bricked up cellar finds himself hurled back in time to 1775 and comes face to face with the sweet man of his dreams. The attraction is immediate, and they fall quickly into a whirlwind of erotic delights. Nothing runs smoothly for the tall, muscular, tanned American. Out of place in Alexander’s delicate, refined world, he needs to find his way back to the future—and convince Alexander to go with him. Mistaken for a debtor, beaten, and kidnapped, he must escape and return to Alexander before time runs out.

Wow Heather, that blurb makes me want to run straight out and buy it! Awesome!

So, ‘A Tryst in Time’ takes place in 1775, why did you write it in that particular time period?

I love the Georgian period, so many thinks happened in history, Culloden in Scotland, the American War of Independence. For gay men life was intolerable, sodomy was a hanging offense.

Why, of all the genres in erotic romance, an M/M?

I fell into writing M/M romance after hearing a true love story from one of my friends.  I hope I do M/M romance the justice it deserves.

What was the most challenging thing about writing this story?
The research. Historical stories have to be perfect. The fact it is a time travel, having the contrast between now and then was important.

Which character is your favorite and why?
I love Alexander, he is so naive and loveable.

Now, tell me, are you a writer who HAS to write, for fear of insanity (like me) or do you do it just because you enjoy it?

Yes, I have to write too but then I have weeks when my Muse goes on holiday. It usually happens after a period of concentrated writing. When this happens, I dream the stories so vividly they wake me at night. I use Dragon and talk to my computer most of the time. I type like a chicken.

Please share a juicy excerpt with us? And tell us all, me included, where we can

find this brilliant new M/M!!!

Excerpt: A Tryst in Time by H.C. Brown

Drawing a deep breath, Zack lifted his chin and stared into the blackness. The scent of lilacs had infused the dankness of the room. Ghosts don’t smell—do they? A candle hovered at the top of the steps, and an older man walked carefully down, spreading a halo of light, and handed the candle to Alexander.
Shit, he could see both men clearly now. Alexander wore a long, red jacket, caught in at the waist. Lace ruffles hung over his delicate hands, and at his neck, a white, folded cravat tucked into a black waistcoat with silver buttons. The man’s blond hair appeared angelic in the light of the candle. The older man wore black, somber clothes without style or flamboyance.
“Take three bottles of the red to the study, Standish, and then you may retire. I will not require your assistance tonight. I have to examine the house accounts.” Alexander smiled. “Off to bed with you.”
Zack’s teeth chattered. He gazed at the scene, pushing down the need to run from the cellar. With a disapproving grumble, Standish gathered the bottles of wine and mounted the stairs, disappearing into the darkness.
Alexander moved slowly toward Zack, a warm smile curving his full lips. A tremor of anticipation hit Zack, but he held out his hand like a traffic cop. “Stay right there.”
“David, my love—what have I done to displease you?”
Alexander’s gaze held the same look of deep sorrow as in the portrait. The man’s pain seeped into Zack, making it hard to breathe. “You’re dead—a ghost—and I am not your David Fitzhugh. My name is Zack Daniels, and you died nearly three hundred years ago.”
“I am not a ghost, my good man.” Alexander peered at Zack. “I feel you have me at a disadvantage, sir. You do bear a strong resemblance to an acquaintance of mine, although I admit your clothes are of a fashion unknown to me.” He moved closer, lifting the candle to examine Zack’s face. “My God, your face holds the same countenance as Fitzhugh; it would seem you have the same mole on your cheek as well.” He stepped back, narrowing his gaze. “How came you to my cellar?”
Zack touched trembling fingers to Alexander’s shoulder. Under his hand, warmth flowed from the man. He could smell the man’s lilac fragrance and a slight odor of manly sweat. So, not a ghost. What the hell is going on here? He met Alexander’s troubled gaze.
“This is my cellar. What year is this?”
“David, enough of this jest, you are frightening me. You know very well, the year is
1775. Do you mean to hoodwink me? And why do you speak so strangely?” Alexander chuckled. “Never mind, I am glad you reconsidered your foolish notion of fleeing to the American colonies.” He turned toward the stairs. “Standish has retired, so you may come to my bedchamber. No one will know you are here.”
Bewildered, Zack followed the ‘ghost’ up the steps and into the hallway. He glanced around. 1775? Oh my God. This place did not resemble the house he had painstakingly restored. He gazed at the walls, sooty from candles, and noticed the carpet under his feet showed signs of wear. He followed Alexander through the dark house and up two flights of stairs to the main bedchamber, the room he had chosen for his bedroom. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with heavy blue velvet curtains all around. A delightful writing desk and chair, definitely one of Chippendale’s finest, sat against one wall, and a single armchair stood beside the hearth. Fighting the temptation to examine the interesting objects on the desk, Zack pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Soft yellow light fell from a silver candelabrum on the mantel and reflected in a pair of magnificently crafted, glossy side tables. “In my time this is my room, although my bed is Victorian.”
“Victorian?” Alexander removed his coat and waistcoat and then unbuttoned his shirt. “I do not know a craftsman of that name. Is he English?” He smiled. “Come now, David, do stop this foolery. It is a fine jest, but the night is short.”
Zack shook his head, exasperated. “I’m not Fitzhugh. Look at the initials on my ring. ZD. Zack Daniels.” He thrust his signet ring under Alexander’s nose. “This ring has been in my family for generations.” He rolled up the sleeve of his black, cashmere turtleneck and pointed to his Rolex. “Will this convince you?” With a smile, he pulled out his lighter and clicked it until a flame burst into life. “Or this?” Zack slid his zipper down and then up. “Have you ever seen a zipper before?” He caught Alexander’s panicky gaze. “It’s true, I’m from the future, and I’m guessing your cellar is some type of time portal.”