Two Doms: One Pup by H.C. Brown

Two Doms: One Pup

 Club Floggers 7

H.C. Brown

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Book Blurb

Joel Moon’s sightseeing days in Club Floggers as an inexperienced pup, come to an abrupt end when he discovers he’d signed two contracts for the same night with rock star Reef Anderson and the club’s owner Rio Knight; two edge playing Doms.

Excerpt:

Reef Anderson moved to the stage door of the venue surrounded by a wall of bodyguards. His band’s latest hit thumped through the auditorium. The Cold Heat fans had expected his rapid exit from the building and had congregated on the sidewalk. Reef adjusted his balls to fit better inside his skintight black jeans. He had sex on his mind. The need to touch damp flesh and inhale the scent of aroused man and leather had become an obsession. His cock ached to be buried deep inside a squirming sub’s tight little well blushed ass. He needed to be in Floggers and have a smorgasbord of fine house subs to choose from but he’d promised Aiden he’d go to a party and his friend had hired the entire top floor of a hotel. With any luck, he’d be able to get away in a couple of hours to find some ass.  He turned to wait for Aiden, the bass player, to catch up. He grinned at his friend. “Are you heading down to Floggers later or will your Doms be anxious after not getting any action for two weeks.”

Aiden’s full mouth curled in a smile. “I’m horny so I hope we’ll do both. You’ll be set. I’ve invited Rio and there are plenty of bedrooms available.”

Reef chuckled. His nights of hot sex with Rio away from their roles as Doms in Club Floggers was a distraction— a very nice distraction. He cared for Rio and their torrid sex affair had surprised many people. Two tough guys getting it on. Hell, he never had to worry about hurting Rio; the man wanted him hard and heavy. The problem with a relationship with Rio meant it had to be outside the club. Inside Floggers, their Dom personas took over.  Neither would switch play and both preferred twinks to dominate. He raised both brows. “I’m hungry for ass and Rio will do just fine. I do appreciate that you thought about me and invited him.” He glanced into the crowd.

“That’s what friends are for.” The blond sub pulled on Reef’s leather vest to get his attention. “Hey, look at the guy in the yellow shirt by the cop on the barricade, isn’t that the pup we had dinner with at Floggers? What was his name?”

Reef’s attention slid over the slim young man with the amazing aquamarine eyes. There had been a buzz between them on the night but the discovery the boy was a vanilla virgin had dampened his enthusiasm. Although, the idea of being the man’s first lover had an appeal he’d left him untouched and found some hot down and dirty action with a house sub. He smiled at Aiden. “His name is Joel Moon.”

“So, did you get it on after I left the other night?”

“Nah, he’s a sweet boy but I think he may have fame blindness.” Reef sighed. “He gave me that dreamy look all through dinner; you know the one. The pup has a crush on my image and that means eventually he’ll wake up. To be honest, I didn’t want to hurt him.” He grinned. “But I wanted him and you should give me points for not taking him home for the weekend. Man the idea of training a pup has been my fantasy for years.”

“You’re crazy.” Aiden frowned. “He likes you but I’m sure he understands the implications of being in Floggers. Rio gives all the new guys the third degree before he allows them to join- he sure did me.” He shrugged. “You like him and yet you’d give him to another Dom when your reputation in scenes is legendary. Give the pup a break.”

 I’m a fool. The boy is delicious and if I take it real slow. . hmm certainly worth the effort. His cock saluted in appreciation of the thought of one night of ultimate bliss that may well lead to more. Reef laughed and slapped Aiden on the back. “That’s nice but look at him, he’s a fan and you know very well, I’m not the guy I portray on stage. But if you think I should do the right thing, I’ll bring him to the party.” He turned to Jimmy, his bodyguard. “The guy in the yellow shirt, he’s a friend get him in the limo will you?”

“Yes sir.” The bodyguard gave a curt nod. “I’ll instruct security.”

“Will Conner and Logan be coming to the party?” Reef rolled his shoulders and shoved at a large man standing in front of him. Overzealous bodyguards, stinking of body odor had become par for the course of late.  He rolled his eyes at Aiden. “I hope so, because if I have to spend another minute watching Alec and Raoul climbing over each other I’m gonna blow a gasket.”

“Conner’s playing a gig tonight but they’ll drop by later.” Aiden pushed the hair from his face. “I wish I had at least one of them here, I’m in desperate need of some discipline, not to mention a night of hard lovin’” He took a step back. “Don’t look at me like I’m your next meal. You have a pup looking for an owner within reach and Rio available if Joel doesn’t work out.” He jerked his chin toward the crowd waiting outside the building.

Reef wet his lips. “I have to admit having a boy close all the time has its benefits. Raoul drives me insane too but Alec has a satisfied expression twenty-four-seven. In all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him this crazy over a sub.”

“It will be our bad luck if he marries him. The guy hates me with a passion and I have no idea why. It’s not as if I’m trying to catch Alec’s eye—I have my own Doms but that bitch is convinced the second I’m alone with his man I’m gonna drop my pants.” Aiden rubbed his chin. “I’m dreading the next tour if he’s coming . . . unless I can bring my guys but I guess that’s out of the question. Logan always goes on tour with Connor.”

Reef laid an arm over Aiden’s shoulder. “The next tour is Rock in the Park, and there’s every chance Hard Trash will be on the ticket.  You should suggest the gig to Connor, I’m sure he’ll make it happen.” He squeezed the man’s hard shoulder. “I’m guessing both of them are missing you too.” He chuckled. “But next time you ask me to take nudie shots of you for their enjoyment, I’m refusing, Nash is the guy for that job. He has a full time man. Me, I’m just dangerous around naked, hard, subs period.” He sniffed Aiden’s neck. “And you smell good enough to eat.”

Two white limos drew up the curb. A security guard moved to the barricade took Joel by the arm and led him away.  Reef smiled. In the rush to the car, no one would notice the guard slipping Joel into the limo.  He heard a roar and turned to see Alec his arm wrapped around his boy waving to the crowd. Beside him Seth, the drummer stood with his hands buried in his pockets, his face set in stone. Reef sighed. Seth needed a man; he was a nice guy but had trust issues. Fuck, the man hated crowds and the moment the band shot to stardom he’d become withdrawn.  I’ll have to find you a Master one of these days. Someone to give you what you need.

 He smiled. Cold Heat consisted of subs, Doms and amazing musicians. They’d never hidden the fact they were gay but had kept their private lives private. Although, Seth hadn’t taken the plunge,  he was sub material but insisted he’d not found the right man to Master him.

“Okay the car is in position. Are you ready to move out?” One of the bodyguards met Reef’s gaze.

“Yeah let’s do it.”  The doors swung open and he stepped out into the cool night air.

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A Knight of His Own by H.C. Brown

A Knight of His Own

By: H.C. Brown |
Published By: Hawt Books Publishing

Word Count: 12000
Heat Index     

Available in: Epub, Adobe Acrobat

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About the book

England 1075—Sir Degare Aucourte is in an intolerable situation, the last thing he desires is a wife. Ordered by King William to marry an elderly Spanish countess, he must find a rouse to avoid the marriage bed. Five years earlier, he met the love of his life, the Black Knight, Alano. The deeply sensual dark angel taught him all that a man could give to another. Degare became a slave to his lover’s erotic punishment. After a month of bliss, Alano sailed to Spain. Will the Black Knight ever return to mend Degare’s shattered heart?

 

An excerpt from the book

England, 1075

“No! I will not. The thought of marriage disgusts me. How could you possibly expect me to marry such an old woman? She is past childbearing age to be sure. Do you think me some kind of fool?” Degare strode to the window and stared into the distance, shaking with anger. He turned and lifted his chin, his eyes blazed with defiance. “Yes, I see that you do.”

Sir Jean Aucourte folded his arms and glared at his petulant son. “You have no choice. It was King William’s decision. It’s not in the crown’s best interest to leave Sir Jean’s estate without a Norman lord in residence.” He lifted his chin a flash of anger crossed his usually genial expression. “Can you imagine what will come to pass if Lady Isabella requests that her brother govern Wilburn in her stead? Well do you? This action will place a Spanish lord in control of an estate on England’s coast.” He grimaced. “How long will we be safe in our beds before the Spanish invade?”

Degare stared at his father with his face set a mask of disgust. “I cannot be expected to bed an old woman, Father. I beg you to be reasonable.”

Bile seeped up the back of Jean’s throat. How had this child come from his loins? Degare was a depraved man, a son of the devil. His youngest son preferred the company of men. Both his other sons were as tall as he, of muscular build, and had flowing black hair. They were married now, but unlike Degare, his other sons had tupped their fair share of wenches in their youth.

His gaze drifted over his son and he bit back a snort of derision. Degare was without doubt, a changeling. To be so different the fairies had to have stolen his real son from his crib at birth. Degare had fair skin that was as soft as any maiden’s and he had eyes more like a doe. His son had refused all attempts to wed the daughters of his friends—all landed knights. In truth, his youngest son had become an embarrassment to the proud name of Aucourte. The whispers of his son’s predilection for bedding brutal men had even reached the king’s ear. He ground his teeth and faced his son. “Aye, I know of your affliction, Deg. Mayhap some time with a woman of experience will bring you back to God.”

Jean observed a shocked expression cross his son’s angelic face.
Degare had stopped pacing and skirted the sofa to stand before him with arms outstretched. “I wish you could understand, Father. I am as God-fearing as you are. Indeed, there are many born such as I who serve as God’s messengers. My affliction, as you describe it, harms no one. All come willingly to my bed.” Degare dashed a hand through his hair. “Don’t you understand I have no inclination to lay with a woman? In fact, I gravely doubt it possible.”

“Enough! Do not foul my ears with your debauchery. Do your duty as a knight of the King. Agree to this joining, for as surely as you believe that God forgives your transgressions—King William will not!”


Degare raised his chin, but did not meet his father’s gaze. Despair curled in his gut. How could his father understand? His father would never permit the notion to enter his thoughts that one of his sons preferred males. The stubborn man would never condone such a thing. I am doomed. Nothing I say will change his mind.
“As you wish, Father. Mayhap as I am a disgrace, it is best we no longer occupy the same castle. I will leave at once.”

With a heavy heart, he turned on his heel and strode from the solar. He marched along the passageway and slipped down the spiral staircase leading to the cloisters. A light breeze bushed against his cheek. A flash of sunlight pierced through the ornate columns brought a memory long buried. His heart twisted with the pain of lost love.
Alano.

That day had dawned like this one, brilliant and fresh. He smiled. The memory of the first time, he laid eyes on Alano, filled his mind in absolute clarity. As he strode onto the practice field that morning the sun had shined with the exact brilliance. The soft, gentle wind had carried the same sweet scent of honeysuckle from the bushes on the perimeter of the forest.

Knights from across the sea had journeyed to England to train in order to compete in Vespers. King William’s knights upheld the reputation of the Norman king’s prowess in battle and many knights came to do battle from England and lands far away.

On that fine morning, Degare had omitted his armor favoring the comfort of leggings during his training. He’d pushed on his helm and then with sword in hand had strolled onto the field with his young squire . . . and time stood still.

He remembered vividly gaping in awe at the battle, taking place in the middle of the arena. As he gazed from the window across the empty field, his mind conjured the memory in brilliant clarity. A magnificent Spanish knight, naked to the waist, advanced on his opponent. The knight swung a heavy sword and crashed the sharp blade down without mercy upon a faltering challenger. The dark knight stepped and twirled in a deadly dance with muscles bulging in thigh and arm. Degare’s groin had heated with each of the man’s graceful but lethal moves.

He’d bitten his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood at the sight of the knight’s hair, black as a starless night, clinging to the thick sheen of sweat across his muscular, bronze-skinned shoulders. His gaze had drifted to the man’s black leggings molded to a rock hard ass and long, muscular legs.

In awe of the handsome knight, he watched, transfixed. The delicious man had turned and raised his sword to deliver the deathblow, stopping short of decapitating his opponent. The black Knight called for the man to yield, and the correct reply given, had dropped his sword. Then the man had lifted his dark eyes to Degare and winked. Dear God, his face was sinful. A dark angel, with lips so full and lush Degare’s cock had raised in a salute.
The dark knight’s deep sienna gaze had traveled down Degare’s body in a blatant appraisal and come to rest on his straining shaft. Heat crept up Degare’s neck and into his cheeks, but he held the handsome man’s sinful gaze. The knight’s full lips turned up at the corners and he regarded him with a long fathomless stare. Degare’s heart had pounded with fear. He did not have the strength or where with all to survive a challenge from such a man. He had turned away in a dismissive gesture and addressed his squire in an attempt to flee the field without causing alarm.
“I have decided not to train today.” He handed his sword belt and helm to the boy and avoiding the Knight’s stare, headed for the stables.
He often sought sanctuary from his father in the hayloft. When the grooms were out in the field tending to the knight’s horses the place was vacant for hours. Degare moved silently into the dim building and inhaled the warm smells of hay and horse. He strolled past the stalls and headed for the ladder leading to the hayloft. He crawled into the straw and lay down on his back to listen to the grunts and laughter echoing across the battlefield. He pictured the black knight and rubbed his balls. God, that man had made him ache for a soft, warm mouth around his cockhead.

Degare unlaced his breeches and allowed his dick to spring free. He ran one finger up the length and swirled the sticky slit. His mind went to the handsome knight. Images of the man’s damp, glossy chest and tight breeches filled his mind. He spat on his palm then fisted his length and pumped in slow deliberation. Degare fixated on the man’s lips, so full and ripe—made for closing around a man’s aching hardness.

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Miranda’s Mate by Ann Gimpel

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Miranda’s Mate

By Ann Gimpel

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

ISBN: 978-1-62210-021-7

Release Date: 8/5/13

50,000 words

Work for The Company is nothing if not covert. Miranda’s life is on the line. Will Garen risk exposure to save her?

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Blurb:

As an agent for an international security firm, Miranda has her hands full. Between secretly lusting after her boss, Garen, and making sure the dirty little secret about her double life as a wolf shifter remains hidden, she’s still a virgin at nearly thirty.

Sent to eliminate the head of a human trafficking organization in Amsterdam, she barely escapes with her life. Injured, frightened, and under attack the second her private jet lands in the U.S., she doesn’t know where to turn.

Garen’s been watching Miranda just as surreptitiously as she’s been eying him. Unfortunately, the fact that she works for him is a showstopper. Plus, Garen has a few secrets of his own that have kept him single. He’s frantic once he discovers his oldest friend is besotted with Miranda, too. When she insists on heading up a covert operation, he’s worried sick, but can’t come up with a plausible reason to stop her.

Miranda’s life is on the line. Will Garen risk exposure to save her?

Excerpt:

…Garen threw caution to the winds. He clicked off his headset and tossed it into the next seat. His cock pressed mercilessly against the front of his pants; he could barely breathe he wanted Miranda so much. His wolf was nigh onto uncontrollable. It howled and snarled deep inside him. Garen forced it back. The last thing he needed was for fur or claws to sprout and ruin everything.

He could smell Miranda’s lust with his enhanced senses. She was so aroused, she was on the verge of coming. Strands of dark hair curled around her face. Her face was splotchy with excitement. Her blue eyes glowed warmly. Years of repressed desire slashed through him. He moved to the seat next to her and slid a hand between her legs. She moaned and pressed into him.

Possessiveness sounded an exultant note behind his breastbone. She wasn’t going to fight him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. She opened hers and sucked hungrily on his tongue. His cock throbbed. She wasn’t the only one on the edge of coming.

He felt her fingers on the fastenings of his pants, and then her hands closed around his shaft. He wanted to do everything to her. Kiss her, lick her, suckle her incredible breasts, and run his mouth down her body to settle on her clit. All those things would have to wait. What mattered now was getting inside her. He yanked her headset off and reached for her pants, delighted to find they had an elastic waistband.

The logical part of his brain was nearly obliterated with passion, but it reminded him she needed at least one leg free of her pants, which meant one shoe off. Reluctantly, he broke away from their embrace and pried her fingers off his cock.

“What?” Her voice was muzzy with need. “You started this. Come back here, goddammit.”

He laughed. God, but it felt good to laugh and hold Miranda in his arms. “Patience, darling. I just need to get one of your pant legs out of the way. Then you can straddle me.”

Between the two of them, they managed to unlace a boot and jimmy one of her legs out of her pants. He folded the chairs’ armrests out of the way, settled his hands on her hips, and helped her kneel above him. When she lowered herself so the heat of her surrounded him, he gasped. Sensation so intense it set every nerve on fire lanced through him. Her muscles clenched around his cock and held on. Hard nipples pressed against his chest. He thrust upward and his balls tightened.

“Sorry, darling. I’m not going to last long.” He moved a hand between them and rubbed her swollen clit.

Her muscles milked him. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. He could tell from her rhythmic movements and the tension in her nub she was coming. Garen let himself go. He’d imagined coming inside Miranda forever, and now it was finally happening. He growled low in the back of his throat as his semen arced into her.

He moved his hands to the sides of her face and kissed her long and deep. She turned her head, captured the fingers that had just been rubbing her, and licked them clean. It was so erotic, his cock throbbed where it was still buried deep in her pussy.

She wriggled out of his grasp, reached for the napkin wrapped around the beer bottle, and stuffed it between her legs before she pulled her underwear and pants back into place. Her face was a gorgeous, rosy hue. He started to tell her how lovely she was when she said, “Sorry. I’m sorry about that. Didn’t mean to. You’re my boss. I understand what we did was wrong. Don’t worry, I won’t let my, uh, my, well, whatever it was, get out of control again. I’m going into the head to clean up. We should probably have used a condom. I have an IUD, but still—”

“Whoa.” He held up a hand. Garen was having a hard time with the transition from a sexual high to a we-shouldn’t-have-done-this conversation. “I enjoyed making love with you, Miranda. You’re an amazing—”

She shook her head. “No. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again. I promise. You caught me at a weak moment.” She pushed past him and headed for the rear of the aircraft.

Garen shoved his still half-hard cock back into his pants and zipped up. A leaden deadness settled around his heart. She may have had sex with him, but Miranda didn’t care about him. The post-coital conversation he’d thought they’d have was considerably different. He bit down hard on his disappointment. Better if he went back to the cockpit. That way she wouldn’t have to look at him when she came back from the john.

What could they possibly have to say to one another beyond him apologizing for being swept off his feet by her lithe body and firm curves? No way could he tell her he truly cared about her. Not in light of the revulsion he’d seen mirrored in her face as she stammered through her regrets. She was obviously appalled by what she considered a weakness.

Garen picked up his headset and settled it into place before walking into the cockpit. He wasn’t certain just what he’d say to Lars. No way he’d be able to hide the lingering scent of sex. He latched the door and sat heavily. For a time neither of them said anything. Garen almost started to believe he could escape a conversation he’d assumed would be inevitable.

“I do not like to pry, but I could smell sex even through door.” Lars glanced at Garen with a knowing grin on his face. “How was she?”

Garen gritted his teeth. “Hot, passionate, delectable.” He inhaled, the air almost painful in his lungs. “But she doesn’t care about me. Said I caught her at a weak moment. Apologized all over the place and said it would never happen again.”

“Hmph. Well, it would be untrue if I said I were sorry.” Lars flicked the front of his pants. “Imagining the two of you fucking got me going. I will need to take care of myself before I escort the fair fraulein anywhere.” A hesitation. “I do not suppose there is any possibility the three of us could—”

“No.” Something about the vehemence in Garen’s tone earned him a penetrating look from Lars.

“Your airplane, my friend. I will be back.”

“Miranda couldn’t wait to get away from me. She might not be done in the head.”

“If she is not, I will wait. Unless you wish to watch me.”

“In a pig’s eye. Go.” Garen waved both hands at Lars. “It’s a good thing we’re friends. My tolerance for perverts is pretty limited.”

“You know you love me.” Lars blew a kiss and exited the cockpit.

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Dear K by H.C. Brown & KevaD

Dear K

H.C. Brown & KevaD

BDSM Erotic Romance.

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Three stories in one, from two bestselling, award winning authors of sexy romance, H.C. Brown  & KevaD

Blurb.

DEAR K: We make fantasies reality.

Lynda joins the Dear K web site for a little private pleasure and Internet experimentation in BDSM. But the shy woman’s game play draws the interest of the Dom, Shayd. One night Lynda’s phone rings, and the delicious voice on the other end commands her desires into a world she never imagined could leave her breathlessly asking for more.

Danielle’s perfect suburban life with the perfect husband and perfect home is a fraud. Her husband is a lying, cheating asshole who has destroyed their marriage, leaving her longing for a memory that never was – the school crush that never happened. Now, K has located the memory turned fantasy and is about to drop him in the middle of Danielle’s wildest dreams.

Brianne’s married lover leaves her beaten and barely alive. Then a stranger kidnaps her to the life he lives behind the letter K. K isn’t “normal,” or at least what Brianne thought the word meant. Still, the dangerous and way too handsome K promises her revenge on the man who stole her ability to trust. And all she has to do is handcuff herself to a chain suspended from the ceiling. Yeah. Right….

Excerpt:

Angular fragments of light flashed in the world of darkness behind the silk blindfold. The delicious scent of warm, musky male intoxicated Lynda Green, and sent a shiver of anticipation through her jaw. She pulled at the soft leather strands securing her hands to the headboard, and pushed her aching breasts toward the Dom pinning her to the bed with his muscular body. The man’s nipple rings grazed her aroused flesh sensitized by his every movement over her body. A moan of needy desperation garbled in her throat under the fragrance of exotic male and wild leather, coaxing her to the edge of climax.

 Pleasure-pain scored a path over her flogged buttocks but she wanted so much more. She wanted him, over her, under her, in her. She wet her lips and ground her hips against the thick cock pressing hard against her swollen pussy. The Dom’s second-skin leather pants hid nothing of the size of the prize she craved to taste. A deep chuckle rumbled in her Dom’s chest. Peppermint breath caressed her face and an inquisitive tongue traced a devastating path across her lips. She raised her chin to capture his elusive mouth.

The need for his kiss tingled along every nerve ending and spiralled downward to curl around her throbbing clit.  “Please. I can’t take any more.” He closed his hot mouth over one tingling nipple. Her Dom used his teeth to torment the tender bud before moving to the other. He slid his damp flesh over her belly. Trapped in darkness, she quivered at the unexpected touch of his warm hands opening her thighs. A strand of his sleek hair brushed the fleshy crease between her leg and pelvis. Her Dom teased then parted her folds with one long finger. She hovered on the brink of orgasmic delight.

 Bzzzzzzzzzz

 Lynda opened one eye and flailed out a hand to turn off the alarm. Damn! The “Dear K Fantasy” site had invaded her sleep again. She moaned and slid one hand down to her pussy to capture the touch of her imaginary Dom for a few moments longer. Her finger

slid between soaking folds to circle her hard sensitive clit but nothing came close to the man in her dreams. The alarm buzzed again. 

******

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Magically His by Amber Kell

Blurb:

 

Kellum didn’t know escaping from his father would send him into the arms of the love of his life.

Drake Lender had always been alone. When he spontaneously decides to bring in an untrained wizard, he’s unprepared for the danger to his heart. After centuries alone Drake has discovered his mate in a young man floating above his bed. Unable to control his powers, Kellum soon shows his ability is not only magical but he excels at stealing Drake’s heart.

Kellum Richards woke up to find his ceiling inches from his face. However, the man who came to rescue him wasn’t anything like his idea of a powerful wizard. Afraid of bringing anyone to his powerful father’s attention, Kellum tries unsuccessfully to keep Drake at arm’s length. But love will not be denied and he soon succumbs to Drake’s sexy persuasion.

Will family problems and dangerous magic prevent the pair from making a proper bond, or will Drake persuade Kellum to be magically his?

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Excerpt:

Kellum opened his eyes and a soft gasp left his lips as his sleep-drugged mind tried to make sense of his surroundings. It took him a moment to recognise the popcorn texture of his bedroom ceiling as it loomed inches from his face. Turning his head to look behind him, he spotted his bed still where he’d left it even as his body floated several feet above his tangled sheets.

Huh. This was different. Weird things always happened around him, but after that last ghoul attack he’d thought he’d seen the worst of it by now. Accidentally freezing the black oozing creatures had given him nightmares for months. He still didn’t know if they were still alive or if they’d ever defrosted.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door. Weird. Kellum thought he’d locked his front door. No one should have been able to walk right in. A polite lockpicker?

Kellum cleared his throat. "Who is it?" Two could play the polite game. Maybe his friendly intruder could help Kellum out with his current predicament…or run away screaming. It could go either way.

The door swung open. Kellum twisted his neck to check out his visitor. His neck crackled from the unnatural angle. If this kept up he’d have a perpetual crick.

Wow.

Gorgeous!

Although his viewpoint made it difficult to judge the stranger’s height, Kellum was a little surprised he didn’t have to duck to get through the bedroom door. The intruder’s dark brown suit faithfully moulded across his broad shoulders revealing an impressive breadth Kellum wouldn’t mind running his fingers across. Oddly enough, despite the stranger’s carefully tailored clothing, his midnight hair curled at the ends like he hadn’t had time to have it cut.

Time for the tailor, but not for the barber. Interesting.

The well-dressed man marched through Kellum’s door as if he had a right to be there and planned to take charge of the situation. Kellum’s gaze eagerly roamed across the parts of the man he could see from his elevated angle.

Despite his precarious position, Kellum’s cock hardened in his thin sleep pants. Yum. He’d invite the guy to his bed if he could ever return to it again.

Damn, he was fine.

Kellum hoped he wouldn’t drool. Dripping spit on Mr Gorgeous probably wouldn’t make a very good impression. Then he wondered why he cared since the man was essentially an intruder.

The stranger looked up, calmly assessing Kellum’s position.

"Hmm. You do seem to be having a problem, Mr Richards."

Ice crackled up Kellum’s spine as fear took over intrigue. He’d never had a good experience with a stranger knowing his name before an introduction. Who was this guy?

"Do I know you?" Kellum had an amazing memory so he knew he hadn’t seen the intruder before.

"Not yet. I’m Drake Lender, the head of the Magical Council of Wizards. I’ve come to take you in for testing."

"Testing for what?" Kellum didn’t remember signing up for anything, certainly nothing that involved having a gorgeous man wander into his apartment to collect him.

Lender scowled. "We’re going to test you for magic, of course."

Kellum laughed until tears streamed from his eyes. He ended up hiccupping from trying to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Is there something you find amusing, Mr Richards?" Lender raised an imperious eyebrow. Kellum was certain Lender’s expression had probably scared more than one magical entity straight. Unfortunately for Lender, it took a lot more than that to intimidate Kellum. He’d been fighting ghouls since the age of fifteen and had seen more than one person he loved ripped apart. An eyebrow lifting didn’t even ping on his radar of fears.

"Yeah, I’m floating in the air and you think I need a fucking test. I’d like to check a yes next to levitation. Now get me the fuck down from here!"

Lender crossed his arms over his chest. "Perhaps you should learn some manners, young man."

"I’m getting manners lessons from a guy who broke into my apartment?" Kellum asked. "Listen—if you can’t help, leave. I have no interest in your tests."

"If you don’t take the test, we can strip you of your powers."

"Really? Great! I’ll take option number two," Kellum said with fake enthusiasm.

Hell, if it would make his father leave him alone, he’d let his magic be taken away. However, Kellum was pretty sure if he didn’t have magic—the one thing his father wanted to strip away from him—his life wouldn’t be worth anything. His father would probably kill him just out of spite. One of these days he’d be strong enough to hunt down his father just as the man had stalked Kellum his entire life.

"Clear your mind." Lender pulled Kellum’s attention back to him.

Kellum tried to focus on Lender’s instructions. "What do you mean clear my mind?" He’d just woken up and was still caffeine-free—a condition he planned to fix as soon as he peeled himself off the ceiling.

"Take a deep breath and close your eyes."

Kellum obeyed Lender’s instructions. The man really did have the most soothing voice. Maybe he could get the man to read him a bedtime story, one that ended in hot steamy sex…

Kellum shook his head, trying to refocus on emptying his thoughts. He didn’t know why he kept having naked yearnings for Lender. In general, he had a low sex drive. At the age of twenty-five, he only had a few quickies under his belt. Getting close to people had always resulted in his father having them killed and Kellum didn’t want to be anyone else’s death sentence.

"Focus!" Lender ordered.

"How do you know I’m not?" he asked sulkily.

"I can practically hear you thinking."

Kellum breathed slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth.
"Think of the blackness of space," Lender said in deep, sultry tones.

That was something Kellum could relate to even as he blushed over the gorgeous man seeing what a big geek he was. Maybe the posters with planets and spaceships had tipped him off to Kellum’s geeky status.

Taking another slow, deep breath, Kellum closed his eyes so they wouldn’t cross while trying to ignore the ceiling inches from his face. He imagined the blackness of space. First one star then another appeared in his inner eye. Kellum gasped as the air slammed out of his lungs at the impact of him hitting his mattress.
He definitely needed to get a softer bed.
"Good job, pretty boy."
Kellum opened his eyes to stare at Lender in surprise. He’d been accused of many things, but being pretty had never been one of them.

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Shades Of Pain by H.C. Brown

Shades Of Pain

H.C. Brown

An exciting new M/M BDSM  novel from H.C. Brown. Super Doms and delicious subs, designed especially for your reading enjoyment.

Blurb

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

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

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 Excerpt

Chanze swayed. No longer able to force a word from his abused mouth, he groaned. The whip cut deep into the flesh of his thighs inflaming damaged nerve endings and pushing his orgasm to overload. His ass quivered. He had begged for the thrust of his Master’s cock but the sting of leather had answered his pleas. The need for a man to pound his pleasure spot had become an obsession in the last hour. The four Doms moved around him each taking turns with the whip, each demanding his complete surrender. He had given them all he had. Now, he wanted them to fuck him. As a biologically engineered human, he had the ability to spill ten times in two hours and these men knew it. Most clients wanted to watch him come. Not these people. Precum pooled beneath his aching purple shaft in a shimmer of opalescence. He dropped his head to the cold stone floor and pushed his buttocks high in the air. His knees trembled. Please, fuck me now, please.

“Open your ass and show your Masters how tight you are, like a virgin ready to be sacrificed to four devils.” The masked Dom crushed Chanze’s fingertips under his shit kicker. “How long does it take your hole to become tight again

after a good fucking, boy?”

“I don’t think he can answer you. Look at him, my cum is crystallizing on his lips. I’ll offer him some water. I want to hear him beg some more.” A grey haired man with a fat gut squatted beside Chanze. “Drink.” He pushed the opening of a plastic cup to Chanze’s mouth.

 Chanze gulped down the water. The cool liquid spilled from his swollen lips and ran down his chin. The Doms liked their blowjobs rough and he’d taken each one of them with relish. He lifted his gaze. “It’s always tight, sir.”

“Good.” The first man trailed the tip of the whip over Chanze’s back. “Spread those cheeks.”

 Please, please, fuck me now. His heart pounded and desire curled around his balls. He assumed the correct position and spread his buttocks. One masked Dom stood over his head with one steel-capped boot either side of his shoulders. Chanze dragged in a breath. The cool tip of the whip slid between the cleft of his bottom and flicked his balls before sliding up, and down in a tormenting glide over his hole.

“Look how his ass begs to be fucked.”  A cushion dropped on the floor between his legs. “How about a tongue fuck, boy?”

Chanze trembled waiting for the joy to come. Instead, the smell of candle wax filled the air and heat scorched his flesh. He shuddered. Flames of desire scored a path up his cock and he rocketed into a mind-blowing orgasm. He moaned. Ribbons of cum shot in long spurts over his belly and dripped onto the floor in a pearly white pool. More wax dripped down his ass in a sizzle of burned skin. His cock jerked.  The delicious pain had increased the erotic sensations shimmering up his shaft, tenfold. Boneless, he collapsed onto the floor. I’m in deep shit now.  He had forgotten to ask permission to spill. Oh, fuck!

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

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Dance to the Wolf by H.C. Brown

Dance to the Wolf

  by H.C. Brown

This is a beautiful story about love surviving under extreme conditions. Each story in this series is standalone.

 Get to know the charming characters in a new pride of M/M cat shifters from the talented pen of bestselling author H.C. Brown.

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Book One in the Tull Pride series.

 Blurb:

In love with a slave from another realm, the Tull Alpha, Raz, plans to free Eton and take him for his lover. However, politics cause a delay and Raz arrives late at the auction to find Eton’s master has sold the handsome young man as a pleasure slave.

Six months later, Raz discovers Eton dancing to entice customers in the infamous Den of Depravity at Tennabolt Gate. The knowledge that the Beast of Darktrees, has bought Eton for his own form of wickedness throws Raz into an impossible position. To rescue his young man means war between the shifters and the werewolves. He must regain Eton’s affection because his love is all the slave has to sustain him in the hands of the Lycaon.

Excerpt From: Dance to the Wolf

Zulka City—Land of the Five Gates

"Have you lost your wits?" Ransom glared at his brother. "You are the Alpha. What in heaven’s name are you doing sniffing around a slave boy in Zulka City?" He gave Raz an appraising look. "And why are you dressed in rags? Have you no shame?"

Anger stirred Raz’s inner cat. He pushed the albino tiger back into the dark recesses of his mind and turned to face his brother. "I’m in love."

"No. You’re in lust. You can’t have this slave’s ass, so you’ll hang around him until he comes up for auction even though owning a slave is against our laws." Ransom pushed the hair off his sweat-soaked face. "Come home. You’ve important matters to attend to." He sighed. "In any case, this slave cannot be your mate. He’s not a shifter." He grasped Raz’s arm. "This love you speak of is a passing fancy."

Raz wrenched his arm away. "You’re correct, brother. I am the Alpha and I will make the decision on who to love or not." He bared his fangs at Ransom. "And I don’t require you to inform me of my duty to our pride or our laws. Leave me now. I’ll return home in a couple of hours."

"Don’t come growling to me if the sexy little slave steals your purse." Ransom turned on his heel and strode with purpose into the crowded city streets.

The market square sizzled below the blinding summer sun. Heat shimmers rose above the flagstones and reminded Raz of the distortion of air around shifters at the point of morphing. He stepped under the canvas awning attached to the rear door of the tavern, and leant back in the shadows. The dry coolness from the brick wall seeped through his buckskin jerkin. He peered down the dusty street, searching the crowd. People moved around the multitude of stalls in a noisy throng. The free citizens dressed in brightly coloured garments stood out against the slaves in homespun brown and indigo.

A fat man with limp greasy hair stood a few paces from him holding a bunch of squawking chickens by the legs. Raz wrinkled his nose. His heightened senses had overloaded with the stench of unwashed bodies, fish and animals. Another variety of scents wafted on the breeze to confuse him, in a combination of fragrant flowers and the aromas of the stalls offering food delicacies.

Anticipation fluttered Raz’s stomach. In the distance, Eton pushed through the crowd, a basket over one arm and his long golden hair, prominent amongst the dark-haired masses. The slave made his way toward him. Raz smiled at the sight of the delicious young man he loved beyond reason.

Warmth curled around his heart. A long purr escaped his lips. The slave’s perfection in male beauty made him weak in the knees. His young man’s kisses had become desperately passionate of late. Of course, he wanted Eton as his lover. Raz’s cock grew hard at the thought of bedding his delicious friend. One more day and he will be mine. The connection between them had grown into something special. Raz counted each hour between their brief interludes.

Gods, he had fallen in love with a slave. A free man and the Alpha of the Tull Pride, he moved around the realms of the Five Gates unchallenged. He chewed on his bottom lip. Each time they met, his presence put Eton in danger.

He understood the law. In Zulka City, for a slave to consort with a free man without his master’s consent brought instant death. Raz ground his teeth. He hated the clandestine meetings with his friend and the constant arguments with his brother over his relationship. In truth, all affairs of his pride fell into insignificance at the thought of Eton. He could not get enough of Eton. He craved the taste of his lips and the delicious flavour of his love’s innocence.

Eton’s master planned to auction him on the breaking dawn. As a virgin, he was a valuable asset to the pleasure market. He had the fine bones of a female. His skin, oiled daily, was soft to the touch. His handsome features and almond-shaped emerald eyes had caught Raz’s attention more than six months ago. To find such a jewel in a filthy marketplace had astounded him.

Two days had passed since Eton had clung to him sobbing with the news that his master planned to sell him. Delighted at the chance to purchase Eton and set him free, Raz had calmed his young man. He smiled to himself. Soon, they would leave this place and go to his home in Dragonspawn Gate. Thank the gods, his realm’s laws prevented slavery. For once Eton could live in peace, far from the constant harassment of the Slave Masters.

Ten paces away, Eton tossed his long golden hair over one shoulder and moved into the shadows alongside the buildings. A man jostled the young slave. Raz’s tiger rose to the surface, roaring with jealousy. Raz curled his hands, and needle sharp claws broke through his fingertips. The cat rippled beneath his skin. A soft whine spilled into his head.

"You must bond with Eton soon before he is lost to us. He may be small, but he is well past his majority."

Raz pushed down the cat’s need to emerge. Morphing in a busy marketplace would reveal his identity. "I crave to be with him, but Eton’s scent doesn’t lure me as a mate should. I’m not sure if he belongs to me, cat. Perhaps, he is slow to maturity because of his size. In time, we will know the truth."

The slave moved gracefully towards him. His narrow sexy hips swayed with each delightful step. Raz held out a hand. "Eton." He pulled his love against him. His cat roared with pleasure. Raz inhaled the man’s fragrance and sighed. "I’ve missed you."

The urgent need to kiss Eton overwhelmed him. He pushed open the back door to the tavern and drew him inside.

"I’ve missed you too." Eton followed Raz into a small room. "I don’t have too long. I must return to my master within the hour." He rubbed a hand down Raz’s back.

With a moan, Raz cupped Eton’s chin and lowered his head to capture his soft mouth. Eton curled his long fingers in his tunic. He parted his warm lips and explored the contours of Raz’s smile with his inquisitive tongue. With a long purr, Raz deepened the kiss. The slave moaned, and returned his embrace with passion.

Raz used his tongue to stroke every crevice, marvelling at the young man’s delicious flavour. He brushed Eton’s fangs with his lips, so like his own and yet many of the species of humanoid in the realms had fangs. If only this delightful man had been cat, his brother could have had no objection to them being together. He gripped Eton’s muscular buttocks and squeezed. Eton mewed against his lips and pressed his hard shaft into Raz’s thigh. So innocent and yet so demanding, his sweet man would have to wait a little longer for the joy of his lovemaking.

He dragged his mouth away and gazed down into Eton’s hooded green eyes. "You know how much I want you, but a kiss is all I can offer until tomorrow." He smiled. "It’s only one more night. Know that I love you and we’ll be leaving this place for good soon."

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