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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

"Turning up the Heat" is now a bestseller!




Blurb:
Tilly lost her job thanks to the Global Financial Crisis. Running out of money, she agrees to move in with Noah and Sylvester as a kind of housekeeper, for free board and lodging. Also free sex. It’s a mighty hot summer, but what happens in their air-conditioned bedroom is way hotter than the temperatures outside.

Together the three explore the boundaries of ménage sex.

But Tilly still has no job, no money, and worries what will happen to her once the men get tired of playing house.

Be Warned: menage sex, anal sex, m/m interaction, sex toys, public exhibition.




Excerpt:


Tilly swallowed hard and nodded. Suddenly all the breath had disappeared from her lungs, but she wanted this. Wanted them. Wanted sex with Sylvester. Would Noah watch? Or would he fuck Sylvester while she watched. Or— ah hell she could drive herself insane trying to guess what’d happen next.
Just get naked and get in the shower!
At least naked solved the problem of her not having any really nice, pretty underwear. After thirteen months of short term, low pay work, sexy lingerie had not been on her shopping list. Naked would work. Saving money had meant walking instead of driving, and that had kept her figure more-or-less toned. Her car had been one of the first things she’d sold to pay her bills.
Less thinking, more action, she encouraged herself, dropping her clothes on her bedroom floor and grabbing a clean towel from the pile of fresh laundry on the foot of her bed.
When she stepped into the bathroom she nearly swallowed her tongue. They were both already there, both naked, and both undeniably delicious.
Noah, so very tall, fair skinned, blue eyed, his blond hair just a shade darker than the curls surrounding the longest cock she’d ever seen. His body had the lean look of a runner, with clearly defined muscles but not bulging ones. His bones were visible under the skin, but not protruding. He saw her looking at him and very deliberately he tugged on his cock. It was hard to believe, but it seemed to grow even longer as he stroked it. No tattoos or piercings, but the thick gold chain he always wore around his neck was still in place, whereas he’d taken his heavy watch off. Interesting.
Dragging air into her lungs, Tilly turned her gaze on Sylvester. His hand was also on his cock and— Oh. My. Fucking. God! He’s got a Prince Albert! Holy shit!
Tilly’s legs carried her through the bathroom and into the shower with no direction from her brain. Her mind was totally fried from one look at the thick shaft with the barbell through the head.
She dropped to her knees, lifted his hand off his cock, and gently flicked her tongue over the head and the piercing. It tasted faintly metallic, but mostly salty-sweet. Urgently, she sucked him into her mouth, one hand automatically going up to cup his balls and roll them lightly in her palm. She hardly noticed both men groaning as she sucked Sylvester again, drawing him deep inside her mouth, then rolling her tongue over the piercing, licking every inch of him.
She came out of her lust-filled fog as Noah pulled her to her feet. “This is foreplay, Tilly. The sex we’ll do in our bed in the air-conditioning.”
“A bed sounds good. Air-conditioning sounds even better. But it’s not fair to tease me with toys I can’t play with.” She managed to drag her gaze up from his groin to his face, and the glint in his eyes showed he was as ready for the next step as she was. She couldn’t help grinning in response.
“Oh, there’ll be time to play. Plenty of time to play, a little later,” Sylvester said, running a large hand over her breasts.
The two men pushed her between them, then Noah poured a dollop of shampoo on his hands and began to massage her head.
Although Tilly knew Noah, she also knew he was unreservedly gay, and she hadn’t expected him to touch her. However, it seemed Noah was prepared to play with her hair if nothing more. Still, it would be wise to be careful until she got to know them better. “So who do I get to wash?” she asked.
“No one this time. We’ll wash you,” said Sylvester, rubbing shower gel over her breasts, paying a lot of attention to her nipples.
Cream began dripping from her pussy. Or maybe it had been doing that ever since she’d come into the bathroom. Either way, she was very aware of it now, as her belly clenched with need and desire cranked up inside her.
Noah moved around her, rinsing her hair, then washing her shoulders and back. Meanwhile Sylvester continued down her front, teasing her belly, then massaging her mound. He opened her legs wider and began playing with her pussy lips.
Oh God. She wanted him. Them. Whatever. She didn’t care how this party went down, just as long as someone filled her empty pussy soon.
Two can play at this game! Tilly let her hand slide across Sylvester’s hard chest, over his washboard abs, across the sexy dip at his hip, and down to that yummy pierced cock. She wanted to feel that jewelry inside her so badly. Carefully she circled his shaft and tugged gently upward. His cock pulsed in her hand. She ran a fingertip over the head and knew the moisture there was too thick and sticky to be shower water. He was every bit as ready for action as she was.
Sylvester’s gasp was clearly audible over the sound of the splashing water, telling her that he wanted her more graphically than words ever could.
She ran her hands back up to his chest. One hand played with his flat little nipple, the other tugged on his chest hair. Not enough to hurt, just enough to give a tiny bite to his pleasure.
“Dammit, Tilly. You should come with a warning label,” he groaned.
“I told you I like her style,” Noah laughed.
“Fuck style. And fuck showering and foreplay. It’s time to move to the main event.”


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Berengaria

Friday, September 16, 2011

AHOY there! My new print book is out!


Pirate's Pleasure
By: Berengaria Brown, Janne Lewis, Sherri L. King

Pleasuring A Pirate by Janne Lewis
When Jenny Miller’s widowed mother becomes engaged to the father of Jenny’s ex-lover, Jenny is torn. She knows a renewal of her affair with Robert, her soon-to-be stepbrother, could jeopardize her mother’s marriage. But Robert was the sexiest, most commanding lover Jenny has had, and though he has a reputation as a heartbreaker, she yearns to get him back in bed.

When Robert plays the role of Pirate Blackwell in a video production, and Jenny plays the pirate’s wife, Robert’s passionate on-camera kiss sends Jenny’s libido into overdrive. Jenny is a dedicated lawyer who has prided herself on her self-control. But resisting the irresistible Robert? That’s a whole other case.

A Pirate's Piece by Sherri L. King
With the help of her Punkazz Magnifiship, Mischa’s on course to break the speed record for a solo-sprint around the world—until the storm. The sky burns a sickly gold, the waters churn…and Mischa gets swept up in a wall of white fury, swallowed by the angry ocean.

She awakens on the deck of a ship, but not her own. What at first seems to be a pirate-themed cruise manned by the worst actors in the world turns out to be the real deal. A pirate ship—in 1721. Complete with a dashing captain who wastes no time showing Mischa how real pirates plunder their booty…


Flash Flood by Berengaria Brown
Phoebe is on her way to a business meeting when a landslide causes a wall of water to flood the road, sweeping her car into a river. She’s pulled to safety by Connor and Patrick…and a night of extremely satisfying, “thank God I’m alive” sex seems a fitting end to the day.

With a week off work to recover, Phoebe is invited to accompany the men on a business-and-pleasure trip. They have a great time and the sex is awesome, but Fi is unsettled by emotional undercurrents that she can’t quite grasp. Oddest of all, she finds herself humming “For I am a Pirate King”, possibly because of Connor and Patrick’s tendency to tell pirate jokes. Or maybe not…


Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9598-pirates-pleasure.aspx


Berengaria

Friday, September 9, 2011

TWO Outstanding book reviews!


Stacey gave “Flash Flood” an awesome review! She said, “I enjoyed the fast pace of the story and plot. There was no lull just a balancing act between story and great sex. Patrick, Connor and Fi set the pages on fire with their passion and erotic love play. Berengaria Brown knows how to write a great ménage scene.”
Thank you, Stacey!
“Flash Flood”: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9170-flash-flood.aspx




Ultimate Possession received 5 stars from Book Lover!
She said, “Ultimate Possession was the ULTIMATE in GREAT reading! This was another GREAT book in a GREAT series!! Berengaria Brown shines with this series. Main characters in this story are engaging and the story is enthralling.”
Thank you Book Lover!

http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession


Berengaria

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Dinner Delights WON!


YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! "Dinner Delights" tied for first place in the Beepie Awards!!!!
"A tie for first place - 'Dinner Delights' by Berengaria Brown, and 'A Players Agenda', by Ambrielle Kirk for the Mocha Line."

You can read more about "Dinner Delights" at:
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Berengaria

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Two new books in two days!


Stairwell sex? Yes please.


“Burning For You” blurb.

Blair, Alex, and Kurt meet in the stairwell of their office building during a fire drill. They go to Kurt’s condo to soak their aching muscles in hot tub. The building may not be burning, but they are, for each other. After a wild night of sex, Kurt, Alex and Blair want to spend all their free time together. Alex hates his job, and wants to leave. The three want to move in together. So many decisions to make. And what was the point behind the fire drill anyway?



WARNING! PG13 EXCERPT


Carefully Blair stepped out of her stilettos, then sank onto the grass beside him. She waved a hand at Alex, saying, "Alex. Kurt. Shoes."
Dropping down beside her, Alex laughed. He reached over and shook Kurt's hand. "I'm Alex, not shoes."
"Oh God, my feet," groaned Blair, ignoring them both.
"I'm glad you finally made it. I'm bored with playing the few pathetic games on my phone. Remind me to download something better before the next fire drill."
"Remind me to take a day's vacation if it ever happens again," said Blair tartly, massaging her toes. "Hell, that hurts."
Alex reached for her foot. "Let me. May I? Do you mind? I'm sure I can help."
"Please do. I'm not sure what rules apply to fire drills, but I think fixing my feet right now ranks right up there with life-saving."
Her foot was warm and soft under his hands. Gently he massaged the ball of her foot, rubbing circles and pressing into the pads, loosening up any tightness there. He separated each toe, stroking its length, rubbing it between his fingers, and again massaging the pad of the toe. She had such sexy feet: long, straight toes, narrow ankles, high arches.
While he tended to her feet the three of them talked. On the surface what they were saying was light, casual, just people sitting on the grass in the park waiting for the bus back to work. But underneath the conversation ran something much deeper, stronger. Lust and passion were in each look, each pair of eyes. Words used had double meanings, or the gestures that accompanied them gave them an underlying sexual connotation. Oh yes. What was going on was more than chatting, it was very definitely foreplay. Foreplay of a very carnal, erotic kind.
"If this weren't a public park, I could suck your toes, pulling them into my mouth, making them warm and wet. You'd soon feel much better," he said breathed, his voice barely heard over the noise of the park.
"Damn, that sounds good," she whispered.
"Yes, it does." Kurt picked up her other foot and began massaging it. "I've never really been a foot man, but I'm beginning to think the idea has potential."
Alex's cock almost broke his zipper trying to get out of his pants. He was so hard he could pound nails at the thought of Blair and Kurt in bed with him. Oh yeah, his wildest dreams come true. A warm, cozy, soft, woman -- with a sassy mouth -- and the athletic hardness of a man. Blair had been absolutely right about that. Kurt was yumminess personified. Fit, wiry, and hard all over. It would be agony deciding which one to fuck first.
Or was he mistaken? Was Kurt just being polite? Alex looked into Kurt's eyes and saw the hot lust there. But was it lust just for Blair or for both of them? Alex wanted both of them. Did Kurt swing both ways too?
Blair was staring at Kurt. Are they fuckbuddies? Am I about to make a fool of myself here?And yet, it feels like it's all of us.
"There a huge hot tub at my condo. We can book it for private parties. How about I book it for tonight? For the three of us. Say six p.m.?" said Kurt.
Blair smiled, that huge, sexy grim that lit her whole face up so beautifully. "I'd like that."
"Count me in," said Alex, willing his unruly cock to stay inside his pants for a few more hours.
Kurt's fingers danced over his cell phone and the hot tub was booked.



Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_91&products_id=3314


Berengaria

Friday, September 2, 2011

OUT TODAY Something very very hot!


Blurb “Turning Up the Heat”.
Tilly lost her job thanks to the Global Financial Crisis. Running out of money, she agrees to move in with Noah and Sylvester as a kind of housekeeper, for free board and lodging. Also free sex. It’s a mighty hot summer, but what happens in their air-conditioned bedroom is way hotter than the temperatures outside. Together the three explore the boundaries of ménage sex.
But Tilly still has no job, no money, and worries what will happen to her once the men get tired of playing house.

Excerpt: PG13

Tilly swallowed hard and nodded. Suddenly all the breath had disappeared from her lungs, but she wanted this. Wanted them. Wanted sex with Sylvester. Would Noah watch? Or would he fuck Sylvester while she watched. Or— ah hell she could drive herself insane trying to guess what’d happen next.
Just get naked and get in the shower!
At least naked solved the problem of her not having any really nice, pretty underwear. After thirteen months of short term, low pay work, sexy lingerie had not been on her shopping list. Naked would work. Saving money had meant walking instead of driving, and that had kept her figure more-or-less toned. Her car had been one of the first things she’d sold to pay her bills.
Less thinking, more action, she encouraged herself, dropping her clothes on her bedroom floor and grabbing a clean towel from the pile of fresh laundry on the foot of her bed.
When she stepped into the bathroom she nearly swallowed her tongue. They were both already there, both naked, and both undeniably delicious.
Noah, so very tall, fair skinned, blue eyed, his blond hair just a shade darker than the curls surrounding the longest cock she’d ever seen. His body had the lean look of a runner, with clearly defined muscles but not bulging ones. His bones were visible under the skin, but not protruding. He saw her looking at him and very deliberately he tugged on his cock. It was hard to believe, but it seemed to grow even longer as he stroked it. No tattoos or piercings, but the thick gold chain he always wore around his neck was still in place, whereas he’d taken his heavy watch off. Interesting.
Dragging air into her lungs, Tilly turned her gaze on Sylvester. His hand was also on his cock and— Oh. My. Fucking. God! He’s got a Prince Albert! Holy shit!
Tilly’s legs carried her through the bathroom and into the shower with no direction from her brain. Her mind was totally fried from one look at the thick shaft with the barbell through the head.
She dropped to her knees, lifted his hand off his cock, and gently flicked her tongue over the head and the piercing. It tasted faintly metallic, but mostly salty-sweet. Urgently, she sucked him into her mouth, one hand automatically going up to cup his balls and roll them lightly in her palm. She hardly noticed both men groaning as she sucked Sylvester again, drawing him deep inside her mouth, then rolling her tongue over the piercing, licking every inch of him.
She came out of her lust-filled fog as Noah pulled her to her feet. “This is foreplay, Tilly. The sex we’ll do in our bed in the air-conditioning.”
“A bed sounds good. Air-conditioning sounds even better. But it’s not fair to tease me with toys I can’t play with.” She managed to drag her gaze up from his groin to his face, and the glint in his eyes showed he was as ready for the next step as she was. She couldn’t help grinning in response.
“Oh, there’ll be time to play. Plenty of time to play, a little later,” Sylvester said, running a large hand over her breasts.
The two men pushed her between them, then Noah poured a dollop of shampoo on his hands and began to massage her head.
Although Tilly knew Noah, she also knew he was unreservedly gay, and she hadn’t expected him to touch her. However, it seemed Noah was prepared to play with her hair if nothing more. Still, it would be wise to be careful until she got to know them better. “So who do I get to wash?” she asked.
“No one this time. We’ll wash you,” said Sylvester, rubbing shower gel over her breasts, paying a lot of attention to her nipples.
Cream began dripping from her pussy. Or maybe it had been doing that ever since she’d come into the bathroom. Either way, she was very aware of it now, as her belly clenched with need and desire cranked up inside her.
Noah moved around her, rinsing her hair, then washing her shoulders and back. Meanwhile Sylvester continued down her front, teasing her belly, then massaging her mound. He opened her legs wider and began playing with her pussy lips.
Oh God. She wanted him. Them. Whatever. She didn’t care how this party went down, just as long as someone filled her empty pussy soon.
Two can play at this game! Tilly let her hand slide across Sylvester’s hard chest, over his washboard abs, across the sexy dip at his hip, and down to that yummy pierced cock. She wanted to feel that jewelry inside her so badly. Carefully she circled his shaft and tugged gently upward. His cock pulsed in her hand. She ran a fingertip over the head and knew the moisture there was too thick and sticky to be shower water. He was every bit as ready for action as she was.
Sylvester’s gasp was clearly audible over the sound of the splashing water, telling her that he wanted her more graphically than words ever could.
She ran her hands back up to his chest. One hand played with his flat little nipple, the other tugged on his chest hair. Not enough to hurt, just enough to give a tiny bite to his pleasure.
“Dammit, Tilly. You should come with a warning label,” he groaned.
“I told you I like her style,” Noah laughed.
“Fuck style. And fuck showering and foreplay. It’s time to move to the main event.”

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Turning-Up-The-Heat-by-Berengaria-Brown.html

Berengaria