Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Paige's Passion
I have signed a contract with Torquere for "Paige's Passion". This is an erotic lesbian contemporary story. Paige is career-focussed, Madeline is a lot more relaxed about life. The attraction is instant but can two such different people make a relationship work?
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Huldah will be releasing in June!
I have a release date for "Huldah's Two Hikers" from Whiskey Creek Torrid. Huldah, Derek and Corey will be out in June! If you like erotic romance in the great outdoors you'll enjoy Huldah's story.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Dinner Delights
"Dinner Delights" has a release date! 9 July it will be out at Breathless Press.
Right now I am working with my editor on the edits for it.
Krystal and Troy are work mates, and at a company function they deepen their friendship. Later that night the friendship takes them into Krystal's bed.
If you like male/female erotic fiction I know you will want to read Krystal and Troy's story!
“One night in your bed isn’t going to be anywhere near enough,” said Troy. He slid his arm under her head to hold her against him and kiss her again. “You’re in my blood, in my bones. I want so much more of you.”
"What the hell?" Troy pulled his hand out from under her pillow, holding a dildo—a large, bright pink dildo.
"Oh my God!" Krystal blushed a fiery red, more embarrassed than ever before in her life, and grabbed for it, but Troy just held it up in the air a huge grin splitting his face.
"What an excellent idea."
(c) Berengaria Brown 2010.
Right now I am working with my editor on the edits for it.
Krystal and Troy are work mates, and at a company function they deepen their friendship. Later that night the friendship takes them into Krystal's bed.
If you like male/female erotic fiction I know you will want to read Krystal and Troy's story!
“One night in your bed isn’t going to be anywhere near enough,” said Troy. He slid his arm under her head to hold her against him and kiss her again. “You’re in my blood, in my bones. I want so much more of you.”
"What the hell?" Troy pulled his hand out from under her pillow, holding a dildo—a large, bright pink dildo.
"Oh my God!" Krystal blushed a fiery red, more embarrassed than ever before in her life, and grabbed for it, but Troy just held it up in the air a huge grin splitting his face.
"What an excellent idea."
(c) Berengaria Brown 2010.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Signing up on chat loops
With my first books coming out soon, I have been busy signing up on chat loops. As soon as I have covers and blurbs and excerpts you will see them up here, on facebook (friend me!) and on my wesbite: http://berengariabrown.webs.com/
Meanwhile here is a tiny PG taste of "Intensity".
At the top was another door. Excitedly she swiped her keycard again, pulled the handle and walked inside.
It was an average bedroom-sized room, with one window covered by a flat metal shade that allowed people to see out but no one to see inside. There was a deep comfy chair in front of a TV turned onto a sports channel, a large bookshelf packed with books, a single bed, and a small table with two chairs.
Keziah’s mind was running wild with possibilities, so she walked over the bookshelf to look at a row of photographs there. She recognized a recent one of Amos and Wesley, and an older one of them aged maybe twenty-one or so. But the most fascinating picture was an old black and white one of two men who looked vaguely familiar but not quite right. Keziah picked up the photo and stared at it for a long time before pacing it back on the shelf and moving a bit farther along. Here was another picture of the two men. They were much older now and the picture was in color, though quite faded. The men had gray hair and with them stood a young woman holding a baby.
“I bet that baby is Wesley!” she exclaimed aloud. That’ll be old John Smith with Wesley’s grandpa and his Mom.”
“You’re right,” said a voice behind her. “I knew all along you were a very intelligent woman and a perfect match for Amos and Wesley and you have proven so today!”
“Shit!” screamed Keziah whirling around.
John Smith’s ghost was sitting in the comfortable chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee.
“How the hell— Who the hell— Wait. You’re old Mr. Smith. You’re dead!”
(C) Berengaria Brown 2010
Meanwhile here is a tiny PG taste of "Intensity".
At the top was another door. Excitedly she swiped her keycard again, pulled the handle and walked inside.
It was an average bedroom-sized room, with one window covered by a flat metal shade that allowed people to see out but no one to see inside. There was a deep comfy chair in front of a TV turned onto a sports channel, a large bookshelf packed with books, a single bed, and a small table with two chairs.
Keziah’s mind was running wild with possibilities, so she walked over the bookshelf to look at a row of photographs there. She recognized a recent one of Amos and Wesley, and an older one of them aged maybe twenty-one or so. But the most fascinating picture was an old black and white one of two men who looked vaguely familiar but not quite right. Keziah picked up the photo and stared at it for a long time before pacing it back on the shelf and moving a bit farther along. Here was another picture of the two men. They were much older now and the picture was in color, though quite faded. The men had gray hair and with them stood a young woman holding a baby.
“I bet that baby is Wesley!” she exclaimed aloud. That’ll be old John Smith with Wesley’s grandpa and his Mom.”
“You’re right,” said a voice behind her. “I knew all along you were a very intelligent woman and a perfect match for Amos and Wesley and you have proven so today!”
“Shit!” screamed Keziah whirling around.
John Smith’s ghost was sitting in the comfortable chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee.
“How the hell— Who the hell— Wait. You’re old Mr. Smith. You’re dead!”
(C) Berengaria Brown 2010
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