Monday, September 30, 2013

Guest Author: Morticia Knight_ What Attracts You to Someone?




Welcome Guest Author: Morticia Knight



What Attracts You to Someone?

If we’re talking a complete stranger, or meeting someone for the very first time – it is typically some physical attribute, or a combination of attributes. They have a nice smile, beautiful eyes, a great ass *snort*. But that’s just a first impression that doesn’t necessarily mean anything beyond a possible roll in the hay. If that’s not your thing – then what it would take for you to be interested beyond that initial spark?

If you want something that could lead into love, there had better be some sort of common ground to build your hopes and dreams on. In Lust Emergency, Book 3 of the Uniform Encounters series, Paramedic Terrence has finally found someone that seems perfect for him – the older, movie star handsome ER doctor, Jackson. However, Terrence has been a member of the Phoenix Sex Club, Sinsation, ever since his partner was killed. He hasn’t wanted to get too close to anyone. But Jackson seems like he ticks off all the right boxes for Terrence, and he might be ready to give up his party lifestyle. They’ve had a nice casual meet-up for drinks at a local bar, and Terrence has discovered that they both share a love for old movies, and classic style. But does that mean they’ll be picking out china patterns soon? In this excerpt, Terrence and Jackson have a date night at Jackson’s condo to share some Gable films, take- out, and?????

The new ER doctor is smoking hot, and the exotic African American paramedic can’t keep his eyes off of him. Tricky relationships and subterfuge at a Phoenix sex club almost drive a permanent wedge between the two, but a bombing at City Hall changes the endgame.

Terrence reached the glass outer door of the complex, picked up the phone and pressed Jackson’s number. He was quickly buzzed in and took the elevator to the fifth floor. Jackson had one of the corner units, and had told Terrence there was a great view from the balcony. Exiting the elevator, he then walked to the doctor’s door at the end of a long, grey plush carpeted hall. When he reached it, he raised his hand to knock, but the door opened before he had the chance.
I’m going to faint.
Jackson stood in the doorway wearing a pair of loose-fitting linen pants in a cream colour, with a flowing black silk shirt, the top two buttons undone. Framed by the dim backdrop of the front room—and a smattering of glowing candles—he was the epitome of a classically handsome movie star of the thirties or forties. Terrence was stunned into complete silence.
He is too perfect. This doesn’t seem real.
“Is that for me?”
Jackson’s voice broke the spell, and Terrence looked dumbly at the bottle of wine in his hand. Just then, a cat meowed and he stared as it wound in and out of Jackson’s long legs.
“What’s wrong with that cat’s face?”
“Oh, he didn’t mean that, Mr Nibbles.”
Mr Nibbles? You have got to be kidding.”
They both laughed and the tension was broken.
Jackson gestured for Terrence to come in, and he handed the wine to the doctor.
“Ah. A Sauvignon. I love Cabs.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Terrence said, taking in the sleek and minimalist surroundings.
Wow. The same that I like.
Jackson grinned. “It’s the type of wine. You did a great job at picking something out. Are you up for trying some?”
Terrence followed Jackson into his large open kitchen off of the dining room. His date pulled out a mysterious chrome appliance that matched the rest of the room’s look, and set it on the black granite counter.
“Sure. I can’t promise I’ll love it. I just bought what the guy at the BevMo! recommended.”
“I love that place. It’s a cash-sucking machine, though.”
“Tell me about it. I have enough liquor for a full bar from there, but I never even drink at home. I’m always out buying cocktails at the club.”
Terrence tried not to cringe.
Shit. Me and my big fucking mouth.
“Oh yeah? What club?” asked Jackson in an off-hand way while opening the bottle with what Terrence finally identified as an automatic wine opener.
“It’s in Phoenix. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Phoenix, huh?” Jackson said, setting the wine on a deco-styled etched aluminium serving tray. He sniffed the cork, then put it next to the bottle. “Must be a great club to drive that far.”
You don’t even know a tenth of it.
“Uh, yeah. So what kind of cat is that? What’s with the little floppy ears, and that he’s all face. All flat face. I mean, he’s got great markings with those black stripes, I’ve just never seen a cat like that before.”
“He’s a Scottish Fold. I’ve had them since I was a kid on the ranch.”
Seriously? Not only the d├ęcor, but this? Now I have died and gone to heaven.
“Whoa. Forget about cats. I need to hear about this ranch.”
“Let’s sit down in the living room. Can I get you a drink while the wine is breathing?”
“Sure. Whatever you have will be fine.”
“Gin and tonic, or Manhattan?”
The smooth Terrence came oozing out again. “Why, Doc, I’m flattered you remembered. Gin and tonic is fine, thank you.”
Jackson looked pleased. “Excellent. You can make yourself comfortable in the living room, and I’ll bring our drinks.”
Stepping down into the sunken living room, Terrence was impressed with the plush white carpet, black velvet couches, and brocaded black and gold throw pillows. As he had passed through the entry area, he’d noticed a similarly styled black and gold smoking jacket hanging on wall hooks that were adorned with crystal knobs.
My movie star hero indeed.
Terrence thought it was cool the way the doctor seemed to match the furniture. At the far end, there was a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall, and a black lacquer and glass entertainment cabinet below. An iPod bay with two Bose speakers sat on top, complete with a sound bar above the TV and woofer below. Looking through the glass of the cabinet, he could see that the doctor hadn’t been exaggerating about his movie collection.
Terrence sat right in the middle of the large couch, the love seat to his left and the balcony with a large sliding glass door to his right. He was raging with curiosity over where the doctor would choose to sit. He fidgeted with the Men’s Health, GQ and Vanity Fair magazines on the glass coffee table while he waited for Jackson. Mr Nibbles came over and mewed a very high-pitched meow and rubbed against Terrence’s legs. He reached down to pet the insistent cat just as Jackson entered the room with his drink, as well as a cheese and fruit platter.
He set both down on the table and picked up Mr Nibbles.
“I’ll put him in the naughty room with his toys and kibble, otherwise he’ll pester you all night for cheese and petting.”
“Sounds like my kind of cat,” joked Terrence. “Will I ever have to go to the naughty room?”
Jackson smiled, crinkling his eyes the way Terrence loved. “It depends. We’ll see how you behave. I’ll be right back.”

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Guilty Indulgence Blog Hop- Book give away :-)



For my blog  I'm offering an e-book to give away for a random comment so please leave your email contact.
My question is, what cover do you like best and why?

I have a few M/M releases this month.

Dance to the Wolf - Total e-Bound.

Also available  Amazon & ARe

This book has had some great reviews:




First of all, I LOVED this story. The main character Eton is so delightful and so damn brave he brought tears to my eyes. Trapped in an impossible position he draws on his mate's love to help him through the ordeal. The lovers are parted and Raz ,the alpha shifter, is torn apart by not being able to rescue his lover. But the deep love connection is maintained throughout the story by their mate bond connection which makes them able to communicate telepathically.

The story sets up the romance between Eton and Raz and sees the trust Eton has in his mate to organize a rescue for him. The love scenes between these two are beautifully written and tender.

The hetromorph - the ginger cat/ Raz's sister was a really nice touch.

The story is the first in the series and leaves the predator Alverez to fight another day but this doesn't detract from the overall story line.
The descriptions of this imaginary world are wonderful. The story is filled with emotion and their love shines through every page.
I can't wait to read the next story: 5 stars.
Full review by permission of Dragonslayer 


"I LOVED this book. It was Game of Thrones meets Supernatural. It was raw and passionate and I sat on the edge of my seat waiting to see if there was going to be a HEA. Highly recommend."

New Release:

A Tryst in Time
  M/M Time Travel Erotic Romance

ARe  #1 Historical Other Bestseller

Also available  Amazon and ARe

Shades of Pain
M/M BDSM EROTIC ROMANCE





Two Doms: One Pup

M/M/M BDSM Erotic Romance



and one M/F BDSM Romance



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Friday, September 20, 2013

Guest Author: N.R. Walker


Something a little different today readers we have a Character Interview – I haven't hosted one of these before and would value your comments :-)
HC.

N.R. Walker sits down with Cooper Jones, a character from her book, Elements of Retrofit. 

I’d like to welcome Cooper Jones. Tell us Cooper, how’s life in New York.

New York is amazing. It’s a city that truly gets under your skin.

It’s not all about the city, is it?

*Cooper gives a slow grin* No, it’s not.

Tell us, how’s Tom?

*Cooper’s grin widens* Tom’s great. He’s working right now, sitting at his dining table, totally absorbed by the job specs on his laptop. *looks over to the man at the table, whose wearing jeans, a button-down shirt and bare feet* I can always tell he’s thinking legislation when he gets that little crinkle between his eyes. *points between his own eyebrows*  I’ll go and annoy him soon. He pretends to be all pissed, but really, he loves it. He’ll get to that point in the job, if something’s not going right, where he’s just about to cuss and throw his pen onto the table and be in a bad mood for the rest of the day, like right now. See how his lips do that twisted-pouty thing and his eyes go all hard at the screen? *looks over to see Tom doing exactly that* He’s about thirty seconds away from losing it. *Stands up, walks over to Tom and, standing behind him runs his hands along his shoulders, up his neck and then tilts Tom’s head back so he can plant a kiss on his lips*
“I’m hungry,” Cooper says.
“You’re interrupting,” Tom replies.
“You need a break,” Cooper counters, with another peck to his lips. “And I need lunch.”
Tom smiles up at him. “Give me ten minutes.”
*Cooper walks back to the sofa, smirking victoriously*
Is he even aware of how easily you just manipulated him?
*Cooper snorts* He knows damn well. And he loves it.

So tell us, what were you thinking when you met Tom? You arrived at his apartment with Ryan after a few years away.

I rocked up with Ryan, not really expecting anything more than having dinner at his dad’s place. I’d met his father heaps of times when I was younger, but I’d just finished studying architecture, and Thomas Elkin… well, I’d studied his work in college, so it was different this time. He still looked as I’d remembered, I mean, I’d never really paid much attention to how my friends parents’ looked. But I was turning up at Brackett and Golding that week for my internship and I knew he was a senior partner there, but I didn’t want to say anything in case he thought I had some ulterior motive. But it wasn’t like that. Chances were I’d see out my internship without seeing him again. But he chose me to work with him…

Yes, he did. And that’s where you met the real Thomas Elkin?

*smiles* I sure did. Working with him was… *shakes head*… a dream come true. For a budding architect, well, it didn’t get any better than that. But the more time I spent with him, the more complicated things got. I mean, he was handsome and he loved architecture like I did – we talked about it for hours and hours. I’d never been able to talk to anyone like that before. And he smelled so good, you have no idea.  *Cooper chuckles and ducks his head* and then one time we were working at his place and one thing led to another…
You told him you thought you should kiss?

*Cooper laughs* Oh, man. It was killing me. We’d just had the best day, and afterwards we were working, almost touching and my whole body was on edge – just from being near him at the table. And then he leaned in close, and so I leaned in too and I thought ‘fuck it’, I was gonna just kiss him, but he shot out of his seat and bolted. I tried to leave, but only got a step down the hall. I went back and told him we should kiss, just to break the tension, ya know? It was like, right there, between us for weeks. And maybe if we’d just get it out of the way, it’d go away. *shakes head again*

But it didn’t go away?
*Cooper snorts* Uh, no. Each kiss, each touch just made it worse. It was weird, because at first I was like, this guy is twice my age! I shouldn’t even be interested, but you know what? I realised that age didn’t matter. It did to Tom; it bothered him a lot, but we just connected. In the end I didn’t care. He was so smart, confident, sexy as hell and we had this amazing chemistry. I haven’t ever had that with anyone else, so why should his age make a difference?

And how’s Lionel treating you?
*Cooper laughs*  Lionel loves me. I just had to give him a hard time. I mean, he let the pizza guy up to Tom’s door, and not me! But he loves me, and now that I have a key, I don’t have to pester him so much.

But you still do.
Of course I do! *laughs again* It’s like my job.

Speaking of jobs, you’re starting a new job soon?
I have started, and I love it. It’s a much better fit for me than what Brackett and Golding ever would have been. I can see that now. Tom knew what he was doing. *looks sneakily over at Tom* Just don’t tell him I said that.

Wouldn’t dream of it.  You made it pretty clear to Tom you didn’t appreciate the decision making on his behalf.
*Cooper snorts* Absolutely. He had to know I won’t stand for shit like that, but he also had to know I was serious. I was serious about us, and if we were going to do the whole boyfriend thing, he had to know how serious I was.

So, about the boyfriend status, how did your family take the news?
*Cooper grins widely* Ah nice try, no spoilers. That’s in the next installment. We deal with families in the second book, Clarity of Lines.
*Tom stands up, closes the laptop and stretches* “You ready for lunch?”
“Yep,” Cooper answers.
*Tom collects wallet and keys and walks toward the door*
“Um, Tom? Are you forgetting something?”  *Cooper gives a pointed glance to Tom’s feet*
“Shit. Shoes.” *Tom mumbles and walks off to put on some shoes*
*Cooper laughs* “Is your Alzheimer medication not working?”
“Shut up,” Tom replies. “For that comment, you’re buying lunch.”
*Cooper stands up and grins* That means I get to pick what we have!
“No, that means you get to pay for what we have,” Tom replies.
“Well, if I’m paying, then I’m picking.”
“Let me guess, I can choose between Vietnamese rolls or Vietnamese rolls?”
*Cooper laughs* “Ooh, Vietnamese rolls! Great idea, Tom.”
“You’re so infuriating.”
“It’s a Gen Y thing,” Cooper says. “We’ve been through this.”
“It’s a pain in the ass thing,” Tom says, pulling on his boots.
“Well, actually, the pain in the ass thing will be later on tonight.”
“Cooper!” Tom hisses, and gives me an apologetic glance.
*Cooper grins at me* Come on, we’ll walk you down. Tom’s going to buy me Vietnamese rolls for lunch.
*Tom sighs, resigned* I’ll never win, will I?
*Cooper ponders this thoughtfully* Uh, no. It’s not likely.
Thanks for the interview, guys. We’ll see you both again soon.


Elements of Retrofit – Thomas Elkin Series #1
Pre-Release date (TEB site): 6 September 2013
General Release date (Amazon etc): 7 October 2013
Blurb:
Even the strongest of buildings start out as plans on paper, and every architect knows that sometimes plans need to change. Sometimes, these lessons are learned on the job. 

A successful New York architect, Thomas Elkin almost has it all. Coming out as gay and ending his marriage before his fortieth birthday, he needed to start living his life. Now, four years later, with his relationship with his son back on track, and after a few short-lived romances, this esteemed traditional draftsman thought he knew everything about architecture, about life.

Cooper Jones, twenty-two years old, is about to take the architect world by storm. Talented, professional, driven, and completely infuriating, Cooper is the definition of Generation Y.

Starting an internship working with Thomas, Cooper is about to knock Tom’s world off its axis. Tom can teach Cooper about the industry, but Cooper is about to teach Tom a few things about life.


What’s next?
Well, next month not only does Elements hit third-party sites, but I have another pre-release with TEB.  Breaking Point, the much anticipated sequel to Point of No Return, is available for download from the TEB site.
Breaking Point – Turning Point Series #2
Pre-Release date (TEB site): 26 October 2013
General Release date (Amazon etc): 22 November 2013

Blurb:
As guilt plagues him, Matthew Elliott’s world begins to spiral out of control. The harder he holds on, the more it slips through his fingers, and he’s helpless to stop it.

Entering into the underground cage-fighting scene, he starts out fighting for what’s right. The deeper he gets, the more guilt consumes him – the more pain he takes for his penance, and he’s soon fighting for more than justice.

He’s fighting for love.

He’s fighting for his life.

What’s coming up:  (dates to be confirmed)
Clarity of Lines – Thomas Elkin Series #2 Approx January 2014
Sense of Place – Thomas Elkin Series #3 Approx February 2014
Starting Point – Turning Point Series #3 TBA
Taxes and TARDIS re-release Possibly March 2014
Three’s Company re-release Possibly April 2014

Contact N.R. Walker

Thursday, September 19, 2013

In The Hot Seat With H.C. Author, Rosanna Leo




Joining me in the Hot Seat today is author, Rosanna Leo.

Bio: Rosanna Leo is a multi-published author with Liquid Silver Books. She has her degree in history and literature, as well as in classical singing. Currently residing in Toronto, Canada, her favorite things are her family, dusty libraries, and Nutella. Rosanna loves it when the geeky, awkward girl gets the hot guy, and has made it her mission to see this happen in her books as much as possible. You can find all her books at www.lsbooks.com. Rosanna's blog is www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing? I believe my writing really is a reflection of my character: a little quirky, a little funny, and way too romantic for my peace of mind. I enjoy pairing characters who appear so wrong for each other on paper, but who spark the moment they let their guard down for a second. As far as genres, I mostly write paranormal erotic romance, but also have one contemporary to my name. I hope to write more contemporary as time goes on, but am really enjoying the paranormal world right now.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides? I basically sit down to write whenever I can. I also work in a public library and have two busy kids so time can be scarce. However, when my boys are at school, and when I don’t have a library shift, I’m all over my laptop.


Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes? There are some qualities that are, for me, a must in a good hero: bravery, loyalty and honesty. Everything else is icing on the cake. Not all my heroes start life as exemplary characters; in fact, some have been quite naughty. I enjoy watching them transform for their heroine, I like seeing them want to be better for her.

Q. Coffee or tea? Only coffee. And make it a large one! Mama’s tired!

Q. Beach or countryside? Beach. I could happily burn in the sun for hours, although I also love the country.

Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places? I grew up in Toronto, Canada, and have set many of my books either right in Toronto or in the environs. I did set one in the Mayan Riviera because my family vacations there a lot and we love it. I do use familiar settings. I find if you know a locale well, you can include so many interesting local tidbits to make it fun for the reader.


Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier. Yes. I would make myself independently wealthy so I could write all day long and not worry about whether I needed to work tomorrow! LOL


Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection? I’ve never had a rejection….hahaha! Did I get you going?? No, I’ve had lots of lovely rejections and remain philosophical about them. Like anything in life that doesn’t work out, I try not to stress over it. I am a firm believer in the idea that if something doesn’t happen, it’s because it wasn’t MEANT to happen. Something better will be on the horizon. J


Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress? I really only do one at a time. My brain can only handle so much detail. Between remembering where my children are supposed to be on any given day, I can’t endure trying to recall the details of too many imaginary worlds as well. I’m a one-track-mind woman!


Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday? My Muse tries to go on holiday, but I force her to work on a very punishing schedule. Frankly, even if I’m not inspired, I try to write just a few lines. Just something to keep up a kind of momentum. If I go too long without writing, I become very ornery.


Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases? Well, I am working on the third instalment of my shifter series Gemini Island Shifters, and hope to have it ready for submission soon. I would also like to return to my Orkney Selkies series soon. My female readers have been asking for a new selkie hero and I hate to disappoint. ;)

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
Predator’s Serenade, Gemini Island Shifters Book 2, is a fun, sexy romp. After seeing the wonderful response to my first book in the series, I knew I had to continue with randy brother Soren Snow. He makes me laugh, and makes me frustrated because he’s such a devil, and I knew I had to get him mated pronto!

Blurb:

There are three things that make bear shifter Soren Snow’s skin crawl: mothers, their children, and the great outdoors. Soren is a famed musician and playboy, and he would rather spend his days pressing the flesh with the women in his fan club than developing meaningful relationships. When his brother calls in a favor, forcing Soren to revisit the Ursa Fishing Lodge in Northern Ontario, he couldn’t be more displeased. However, he owes his brother big time.

Gioia Clementine would rather not meet Soren, her drummer son’s rock idol. But when tragedy strikes her home, it seems the only one the boy might respond to is Soren. Gioia begrudgingly agrees to let her son meet him, hoping the rock star won’t turn her tween into a musical misogynist.

When Gioia and Soren meet, the sexual chemistry threatens to set the Ontario woodland ablaze. Can these two opposites find a common ground? And can they manage to resolve their unwanted feelings, even when a mysterious stranger arrives at the lodge, threatening everything? 
Excerpt:
Gioia followed Soren's approach with a curious eye. She'd wondered if the miracle kisser would beat a hasty retreat after witnessing her boy fall to pieces, and yet here he was. He wore the same famished look he had right before he'd ruined her for any other man's kiss. And she felt it too. The tingles between her shoulder blade, the gelatin knees, and trembling lips that wanted to gobble him up.
She couldn't. She didn't want to saddle him with such a wreck of a woman or family.
He came right up to her, so close, as if making a mockery of the space that sought to separate them. Weaving his fingers through her hair, he cradled her skull and pulled her close. Tucking her head against his chest, he kissed the top of her head, blazing a trail of hot reaction down her spine. He had new clothes on and smelled fresh and clean. As she breathed him in, he rained soft kisses all over her head.
He knows.
She pulled away, suddenly terrified he'd think she was a travesty of a mother. It's what anyone would think in his case. They'd wonder what Gioia had done wrong to create a monster child. But as she attempted to remove herself from his grasp, Soren fought her by holding her still. Again she tried jerking away from his wall of a chest. He held her firm.
When she tried two more times, each time unsuccessfully, he looked at her and shouted, "Dammit, woman, I am not letting you go, so you can stop pulling away from me!"
Something in Gioia broke. She'd been carrying her sadness around for so long, trying to be strong, and Soren was offering to be strong for her. For just a moment, maybe she could surrender. God only knew how badly she wanted to give herself to the bear man.
He grabbed her tighter, and his hands slid down to mold over her ass cheeks. His warm breath was all over her face, and she took a dizzying dive into the seas of his eyes. He ground her against him, and she was forced to stand on tip toes.
"Gioia," he whispered.
She wound her arms about his tense neck, felt him tense further. Then … a sigh somewhere in his big frame and a relaxation in his muscles. As if he needed to have her wound about him. As if it soothed him as much as her.
"Soren. Please."
As he kissed her, he picked her up, his hands under her bottom. Her miniskirt rode up, and she spared a second to mentally curse her decision to wear it. And then she didn't care.
Kissing her madly, Soren spirited her into the woods.



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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Behind the Book:Blond Truth Tamsin Baker

 Joining is today is Tamsin Baker for  my new feature Behind the Book.


Blond Truth


Story Inspiration:
Most of my stories don’t have much planning put behind them, and this one even less so than most. Heart’s Truth was written in a couple of blurry weeks. The characters came through to me very strongly, including the lovely and annoying Tommy- Marcus’s best friend and the source of some angst for our couple.
When I thought about writing a sequel, Tommy was the only gay character developed enough in the first book to be worthy of his own story- but what to do with him? Marcus and Danny were steady characters, down to Earth and more ‘normal’ than I cared to consider. Tommy is not. Tommy is a brat. A spoiled, naughty, antagonistic character.
Yes, he’s gorgeous, an architect and a good friend to Marcus, so the makings of a hero are there, but who is a match for him? I couldn’t give him a young gay virgin like I gave Marcus, it wouldn’t suit him.
I started the story with Tommy waiting on Marcus for some birthday drinks. Marcus turned up with Danny, which pushes Tommy into jealous mode… what to do with him?
My solution just walked in the front door. Danny’s boss, Big bear Ben. A man the size of a mountain. Hard working, successful, gorgeous and best of all, he doesn’t take any shit. Within a few paragraphs he’s called Tommy beautiful, threatened him and walked out of the bar. Tommy needs a strong hand and Ben’s perfect.
The story came to me in snatches and I’d write them down as they came to me, then fill in the missing pieces. I was and am still a little worried that people who enjoyed the first book, won’t like this one. The first story dealt with coming out, first time sex, family issues, everything.
This one is more about being true to yourself and letting someone you trust hog tie you, but hey, I’m an author who believes in letting the characters tell the story and this was the one they wanted telling.
Enjoy

Blond Truth by Tamsin Baker. Contemporary M/M. The sequel to Heart’s Truth
Blurb:
Tommy is thirty one, an architect, gay and gorgeous. Yet, no one has ever really ‘seen’ Tommy before. Sure, they all see his pretty face, blue eyes and hot arse, but they never care enough to see that he’s more than that. Tommy’s getting more frustrated by the day, especially with everyone pairing off. Even Marcus, his best friend and ex lover has found true love. But with little to no relationship experience, how will Tommy find what he needs when he doesn’t even know what that is.
Big Bear Ben is thirty nine, a power lifter and an extremely successful business man. He’s never found a man who holds his interest longer than a few months and having spent ten years under a pile of paperwork, he probably wouldn’t have noticed them even if he had met them. Tommy, a mutual friend sparks his interest like no other. The gorgeous brat brings out Ben’s Dominant side and when his chance arrives to get his hands on Tommy, he finds he’s unwilling to let go.

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Sunday, September 15, 2013

New Release : A Tryst in Time by H.C. Brown

 Behind the Scenes look at,  A Tryst in Time’  by H.C. Brown




The story takes place in 1775, and the present.

I love the Georgian period, so many things happened in history, Culloden in Scotland, the American War of Independence. For gay men life was intolerable, sodomy was a hanging offense. But as usual, I see the other side of life, so decided it would be quite funny to send a proud and very out gay man into the 18th Century.
So this story is about a man who admires a portrait of a man in 1775, he inherits his house and travels through a time portal and meets the man of his dreams. They have some exciting, sexy and dangerous escapades as Zack, six-five and outspoken, tries in vain to adapt to the more genteel way of life. It doesn’t work so Zack tries to devise a way to return to 2013.
Of course, nothing goes to plan. . .. but then there wouldn’t be a story to tell.


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.”
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Friday, September 13, 2013

In The Hot Seat With H.C. Author L M Somerton




Joining me in the Hot Seat today is author, L M Somerton ,

Tell my readers a little about your background.              

 L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.


Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
I’ve only written in one genre so far, MM BDSM.
HC: I think this is my favorite too. It seems to creep into all my stories, including my shape shifter ones. Don't know why but it does LOL.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
I wish I could be more organised, but I write when I can fit it in around a full-time job and family!

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
I carry a notepad around to scribble down plot ideas when they strike me. I rough out a plot line but don’t plan too rigidly because sometimes the story takes its own direction, but I usually have a firm ending in mind. I often write scenes several times before I’m happy with them and as a result, I’m painfully slow. Maybe with more experience I’ll be a bit more confident in what I write!
Q. Coffee or tea?
Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.
Q. Beach or countryside?
Countryside.
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
Places I know, though they tend to be disguised a bit.
Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
Can be as simple as a line in a song, seeing something in the street or a chance remark in the staff canteen!
Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
Give up the evil day job. Definitely. And persuade the cat that my laptop is not his bed.
Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
In my genre, I love anything by Kim Dare or Sean Michael, and of course yourself, H C. Other than that I confess to loving urban fantasy and my favourite authors are Rob Thurman, Mike Carey and Mark del Franco.
Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
I usually have two or three stories on the go and write where the mood takes me.
Q. What motivates you to write?
It’s my relaxation and addiction. If I have a few spare minutes I can’t resist tapping out a few lines.
Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
I’ve just finished the first book in a new series – it’s called Rasputin’s Kiss and is about two detectives. The sequel, Spikes, is underway. I’ve also started the fourth book in the Tales from the Edge series, which will be called A Double-Edged Sword.

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
Dancing on the Edge is book three in the Tales from The Edge series. The first two books in the series both feature new relationships whereas this one explores the development of a committed couple’s relationship rather than new love, which was fun. The main characters, Alistair and Carey, have already been introduced in the other stories but at least part of the inspiration for them came from seeing a photograph of two men dancing. They were so lost in each other, nothing else mattered and I wanted to write about that kind of love.
Blurb
Life is a dance. Whether you lead or follow, the passion of it should sweep you away.
Carey and Alistair have the kind of relationship that is the envy of their friends. Carey is an old-fashioned Dom who appreciates quiet obedience. Alistair is a sub who is comfortable in his skin and finds peace in his submission. Needless to say, their happiness is too good to last.
When Alistair’s powerful father chooses his reputation over his son, all hell is let loose. Forcibly committed to a clinic for reversion therapy, Alistair can only hope that his lover will save him.
Carey calls on his friends from The Edge and they band together not just to rescue Alistair but also to protect his future. They’ve all flirted with danger in the past - but friendship is worth any risk. As the tension mounts and the stakes get higher, new bonds are forged but will Carey and Alistair’s love survive?
Reader Advisory: This book contains the use of restraints, the pushing of boundaries and edging, kidnap, forceful imprisonment and forms of visual torture along with scenes of prolonged physical torture. It also contains characters with extreme prejudiced views. This book is best read in sequence as part of the series.
Excerpt:

Alistair projected perfect serenity—as if there was nowhere in the world he would rather be than naked, on his knees, in front of his master. Carey had no reason to believe that wasn’t true and it was something he loved about Alistair. Oh, the boy could be a brat when he wanted to be, but for a young man, he had a mastery of his body that Carey had never seen matched.
Carey touched Alistair’s chin with his knuckles, prompting him to look up. Carey brushed a finger across Alistair’s lips and smiled as they parted. Alistair suckled gently, his sighs of pleasure loud in the quiet room.
“Let’s move your attention elsewhere, love.” Carey sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped his fly, allowing his swollen cock to spring free. Unbidden, Alistair crawled across the room and positioned himself between Carey’s knees. He looked up hopefully, making Carey grin and nod his permission.
Carey spread his legs wide and waited for Alistair to work his magic. At first Alistair gave light, tentative flicks of the tongue, then languorously slow licks that travelled Carey’s straining cock from base to tip. Alistair kissed the leaking head then took it into the warmth of his mouth. Just the head, nothing more. He sucked gently, putting his hands on Carey’s thighs for balance. Carey wound his fingers into Alistair’s soft hair, not to force his movement but to let him know that his master was there and paying attention to his needs too. The sucking increased, Alistair’s cheeks hollowing as he dipped forward, taking Carey’s entire length before drawing slowly back, scraping lightly with his teeth as he did.
Carey’s pulse raced—he gripped Alistair’s hair tighter, he was getting close. Alistair took him deep into his throat and held him there for a few delicious seconds before pulling back again. He looked up, as if he knew how close Carey was, checking whether his master wanted to come or wait. Carey tugged a few strands of hair, giving Alistair the signal to withdraw. He didn’t want to come just yet. He stood carefully, legs trembling a little, and walked across to the chest of drawers where he kept a small collection of toys. The new ball gag sat there, nestled between a pile of Alistair’s skimpy underwear and Carey’s winter pyjamas.
The black rubber ball wasn’t huge. Carey wanted to keep Alistair quiet, not stretch his face into some weird parody of ‘The Scream’. Alistair pouted prettily when he saw it, but the dark flush to his rigid cock told Carey that he wasn’t really objecting. Carey slipped the ball into place and tightened the straps around Alistair’s head, being careful not to catch his hair.
“That’s lovely, sweetheart. Now on to the bed, hands and knees. You know what to do if you want to safe word?”
Alistair nodded as he got into position. Carey reminded him anyway, “Good. You bang the bed with your fist and I stop.” He was always scrupulous about safety—Alistair had a tendency to be stubborn. Carey stripped down, enjoying the feel of the air on his warm skin. Alistair had managed to get him nicely close to boiling point and he couldn’t wait to bubble over, but first he had to pay another visit to the toy drawer. He retrieved Alistair’s favourite paddle—it was made of flexible steel sheathed in a thick rubber sleeve and could deliver a painful whack. Although Carey was a strict master most of the time, it was indulgent to give the boy what he enjoyed the most and an occasional lapse into soppiness was allowed.
Alistair was trying to peer back at him—difficult from his current position and he knew he wasn’t supposed to look unless he was told to.
“Eyes to the front, boy, or I’ll blindfold you as well.” Carey kept his tone light and conversational. He never said anything he didn’t mean and felt that a raised voice signified loss of control. Alistair snapped his head back into position, but he wiggled his arse cheekily.
“Patience, brat, all in good time. First I need to warm you up a little. Spread your legs wider.”
Alistair moaned around the gag but did as he’d been told, resting his forearms on the bed for better stability.
Carey took a nice relaxed stance and slapped the paddle against his thigh. The sound would let Alistair know what was coming. Carey drew back his arm and delivered the first blow with measured force then watched with pleasure as Alistair’s pale skin flushed with colour. He gave Alistair a second or two to catch his breath then took up a steady rhythm with the paddle. Alistair’s sweet little whimpers turned to moans, but his cock was hard and slick with pre-cum. Carey knew that the moans were more about Alistair’s efforts not to come than they were about the pain. He laid the paddle on the bed and pressed his hand to the reddened skin. Warmth soaked into his palm as he gently stroked the curve of Alistair’s arse.
“You took that beautifully, love. You really want to come now, don’t you?”
Alistair nodded frantically.
“Well then, this will be an excellent lesson in control, won’t it? You are not to come until I say so.” Carey chuckled at his own cruelty. He could have given Alistair a cock ring, but that would have made restraint too easy for him. Carey loved to watch him squirm and cry with need. The single command to end his frustration was the biggest gift he could give.

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