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Thursday, December 26, 2013

Books on sale!

Two of my books are on sale for 25% off at Elloras Cave this week.


“Combustion” (MMF) http://www.ellorascave.com/combustion.html


and “Four-Way Split” the story of two couples on a very naughty weekend.
http://www.ellorascave.com/four-way-split.html

Berengaria

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

I’m talking about holiday treats today at LASR.

Comment for a chance to win your choice of a book from my backlist.
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/guest-blogs/winter-blogfest-berengaria-brown

Berengaria

Monday, December 16, 2013

My first BDSM series: The Wolf Masters


"Naked for Her Two Masters" (MFM) "The Wolf Masters" book 1

Andorra Yasbit’s father took off with a blonde bimbo and her stepmother closed their apartment. So Andorra hikes up a mountain and discovers a wonderful hot spring. The only problem is the werewolf who owns it is Master Kingston, who’s used to being pursued by gold digging women. And he has an equally Dominant best friend, Master Raleigh. They don’t believe she’s arrived by accident.

The two men take Andorra to the dungeon, but instead of being scared Andorra revels in the punishment and orgasms. The men can’t find any evidence Andorra has been lying to them, but Master Kingston can’t bring himself to trust her either. And the more time they spend together, the stronger the attraction between the three of them grows. Kingston is determined to break her and prove she’s deceitful. Raleigh wants to believe her but owes his allegiance to his Alpha. What can Andorra do to demonstrate she’s telling the truth?

Note: This book contains dubious consent.

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/naked-for-her-two-masters




"Undone by Her Two Masters" (MFM) "The Wolf Masters" book 2

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 25th.

Burned out human speech therapist, Nevis Greenway, has been recuperating at Hot Springs Mountain. She likes York Greenmountain with whom she plays cards, but he’s shown no interest in her. Until his best friend, the Dom Bronx Montaine, arrives.

Bronx is about to open a new branch office for the werewolf pack and he’s been told to take a woman with him. York suggests Nevis, and Bronx thinks she’ll suit him very well. Nevis is happy to go with them, and sleep with them, too, but just until the branch is established.

Once they arrive in Pine Corner, though, all bets are off as they try to work together, set up the transportation company, and play increasingly hot BDSM scenes all around the state, in the B-Train, the minivan, the trailer… And still Nevis won’t consider staying with them for very long.

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/undone-by-her-two-masters

STORY EXCERPT

Nevis had spent several hours online, but there weren’t any jobs she really wanted. Several speech pathologists were looking for a new partner to buy into the business, but a couple of the advertisements looked dodgy to her and the rest were out of her price range. She needed a practice in a town big enough to have enough clients for her to work full-time, but she didn’t want to be in a major city where too many clients were likely to be adult victims of accidents and violence.

“You’re too fussy. That’s your problem,” she told herself, standing up from her laptop and wiggling her shoulders.

She shrugged out of her T-shirt and pulled off her jeans, putting her bathing suit on, then getting dressed again and grabbing a towel. She’d go do her absolute favorite thing. Sit in the hot spring and relax.

Sometimes there were other people there to talk to, other times she was alone. Either way was fine by her. The hot, bubbling water relaxed and soothed her the way nothing else had done in years. In fact, the only thing better than a soak in the hot spring was a damn good orgasm, and she hadn’t had one of those in so long it was a distant memory. If only she could have found herself a Master she might be chained up in a dungeon right now, getting her ass whipped and reaching orgasm that way.

She sighed and headed down the stairs to the lowest basement where the hot spring bubbled up from the rock of the mountain.

One of the other women, Katie, was just leaving as she arrived, and they exchanged a quick, “Hi, How are you?” before Nevis settled into her favorite spot in the pool. Because it was a natural hot spring, the pool was an organic shape, not square or rectangular, surrounded by rock, with rock sides and a rock base. Fortunately, the water bubbling over the stones for millennia meant the base was perfectly smooth to stand and walk on and surprising comfortable to sit on and rest her head back.

The farthest corner of the pool had a curtain on a wire which could be pulled across for privacy. Apparently sometimes Masters used that area with their subs, but Nevis had never been here when it was in use. It seemed to her that the people who lived here didn’t visit this amazing pool nearly as much as they should. She was going to miss it when she left, that was for sure.

She sank in the water and closed her eyes, relaxing. Maybe she should look for an office job instead of one as a speech therapist, she thought. She’d had plenty of experience with paperwork. Even a speech therapist had hours of that to fill in each week. She was reasonably competent with computer programs. Maybe a nice brain-dead job in an office entering data or shuffling paper would suit her. But no, it wouldn’t. She liked to keep her mind active. A paperwork job would need some challenges or she’d be bored to tears in a couple of days. Well, damn. That was another good idea she couldn’t use.

A little while later she heard male voices and opened her eyes again. York was standing in the doorway, talking to the huge man who’d just arrived on the helicopter this afternoon. Maybe he was a visitor and York was showing him around.

“Hey, Nevis, I’ve been looking for you,” called York, coming into the room.

“Me?”

“Yes. This is Bronx. He wanted to meet you.”

She wondered what the etiquette was here. Should she stand up? They were both fully clothed. She decided perhaps she ought to rise, so she stood and waded across the spring to the side nearest the men. “Hi.”

Bronx took her hand, and instead of shaking it, he turned it over and kissed her wrist. And oh, what a kiss it was. He nibbled and licked at her skin, raising her blood pressure until her honey began to drip from her pussy. And she was only wearing a swimsuit. She hoped neither of them would be able to tell.

Bronx gazed deep into her eyes—his were gray, she noted—and said, “I very much need to talk to you but I didn’t bring any swimwear with me. If I draw the curtain, will you step behind it with us?”

“Of course,” she agreed, even though she had no idea why he’d asked her. It was a curtain. It wouldn’t block his voice and what he had to say if anyone came in there. They’d still hear him.

She walked back across the pool and into the small area that would be hidden when the curtain was closed. Both men were taking off their shoes and socks. To pull the curtain? Instead of lying back in the water as she’d been doing, she sat on the rock base and crossed her legs, wondering where they would stand. Or would they drag one of the chaise longues over to sit on while they talked to her? And why did Bronx want to talk her to her? What could he possibly have to say? Unless he knew of a job perhaps? But then why draw the curtain?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/undone-by-her-two-masters

Berengaria

Sunday, December 15, 2013

And the winner is:

My winner for the Queer Town Abbey Christmas Blog Hop is NANCY!

Nancy, go to my website and choose a book from my backlist then email me which one you want and in what format.
Happy holidays to everyone who participated.
Don't forget to check the Queer Town Abbey website to see who won all the prizes over there.
http://queertownabbey.com/qtas-christmas-blog-hop/


Berengaria

Saturday, December 7, 2013

QueerTown Abbey Christmas Blog Hop

What Christmas means to me

For me, Christmas is an opportunity to spend time with family and friends. A delicious meal and time to just sit and relax catching up with my favorite people is a real joy and delight. Sometimes we sit around the table long after the meal has concluded just talking, before we move onto the couch and talk some more. We all live such busy lives, a day to sit, relax, and catch up on all the events of the past year is wonderful.
Watching small children opening their presents is also a lot of fun. Playing with their toys is even better!
I also like singing the old Christmas carols, although sometimes by the time Christmas is over I’m tired of them. But each year I’m ready to sing them again at the start of the season.
An integral part of the day is eating gloriously decadent cookies.


Decadent rum balls have always been a part of our holiday feasts.

Ingredients:
* Vegetable oil, cooking spray
* 3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, cut into pieces
* 6 ounces semisweet chocolate, finely chopped
* 3 large eggs
* 1/2 cup packed light-brown sugar
* 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
* 1/2 teaspoon coarse salt
* 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
* 1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons dark rum
* Coarse sanding sugar, for rolling

Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350. Coat a 12-by-17-inch rimmed baking sheet with cooking spray; set aside. Melt butter and chocolate in a small heatproof bowl set over a pan of simmering water, stirring occasionally. Set aside.
2. Whisk together eggs, brown sugar, vanilla, and salt in a large bowl. Stir in chocolate mixture, then fold in flour. Pour batter into prepared baking sheet. Spread evenly with a rubber spatula. Bake until top is shiny and a cake tester inserted into center comes out with some crumbs attached, about 10 minutes. Let cool completely on a wire rack.
3. Break up brownie into small pieces; transfer to the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. With machine on low speed, pour in rum, and mix until crumbs start to come together to form a ball.
4. Shape into 1-inch balls, and roll in sanding sugar to coat. Transfer to a baking sheet; refrigerate, uncovered, until cold, about 2 hours. Serve chilled or at room temperature.


The question to enter the competition is: Do I ever sing Christmas carols/holiday songs?

Thank you for visiting and please keep hopping.
http://queertownabbey.com/qtas-christmas-blog-hop/

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It’s Christmas. Would you trust a Werewolf? MM


“A Little Light Loving” blurb:

Cord’s a werewolf and the holiday season makes Cord’s skin itch, his head ache, and his wolf side agitated. Usually he goes on vacation at this time of year but he wants to be with Dillon.
Cord decides to rent a little cabin in the mountains for the holiday week and Dillon agrees to come with him. They have a few wonderful days together, then Cord asks Dillon about werewolves and Dillon reveals his abhorrence of the animals and his animal heritage. Cord’s heart is breaking that the man he loves could be so mistrustful of him. How can they have a future without trust?

PG13 EXCERPT

You need your fucking head examined. Going off to fuck a werewolf? Where's your brain? Dillon chastised himself as he followed Cord's truck. Oh, yeah, that's right -- it's in your pants. Well, you deserve everything that happens to you, then.
Yeah, but all that's going to happen is that I'm going to get laid. And it'll be excellent, I know, because Cord's so yummy.
Idiot.
Quite likely. But I'll be a contented, sated idiot.
Having lost the argument with himself, and being unaccountably happy and excited at the thought of spending the night with Cord, Dillon jumped out of his car, beeped the security system on, and bounced across the parking lot to where Cord was standing waiting for him.
The man did look yummy. Hunkalicious. Dillon was tempted to lick his lips but managed to refrain. He didn't dare look down to check, but he was almost certain his dick was leading the way to Cord. To bed. Oh yes!
Side by side they walked up the stairs, their steps echoing with a hint of urgency, Dillon’s heart beating faster and faster the closer they got to Cord’s apartment.
Cord kicked the apartment door shut and pressed Dillon to the wall. Dillon stared into Cord's eyes. Their faces were almost on a level. Cord was just the slightest bit taller than him. His breath hitched at what he saw in Cord's gaze. Lust. Desire. Passion. "Kiss me," he breathed.
"I plan to do a whole lot more than kissing," said Cord, holding Dillon's chin in one hand.
Dillon licked his lips. He couldn't help himself this time. He leaned forward and very deliberately rubbed his cock over Cord's.
Cord hissed, then pressed back against Dillon, pushing him hard into the wall with his full body weight. When Cord was plastered tight against Dillon's body from hips to shoulders, he flicked his tongue across Dillon's nose, eyelids, forehead, and jaw line, as if savoring the flavor.
Dillon reached up and grabbed Cord's head, sliding his hands through the thick, silky hair, then holding tight. "I thought you said you were going to kiss me. That's not a kiss."
"This is, though," said Cord in a half-strangled, husky tone, before plunging his tongue into Dillon's mouth.
Cord's tongue was everywhere, tangling with Dillon's tongue, rubbing along the insides of his cheeks, sliding over the roof of his mouth. Dillon tightened his grip on Cord's head, holding it still so he could thrust his own tongue in return, matching Cord thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, until they were both breathless and gasping for air.
"Now that was a kiss," panted Dillon, grinning.
"Bedroom," said Cord. "I don't want our first time to be against a wall."

BUY LINK: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=83&products_id=3472


Berengaria


Monday, December 2, 2013

Make the Yuletide Gay


"Make the Yuletide Gay" is running from Wednesday, November 27 (the start of Hanukkah this year), through midnight on Sunday, December 22. The plan is for one giveaway a day with all giveaways open until December 22nd.

My Lesbian holiday romance "Happy Commitment" will be featured on 8 December, but since all entries remain open until the last day, you can just keep scrolling back to enter the ones you've missed as well. And remember to check back in a few days for the new posts.
http://www.keiraandrews.com/


Blurb: “Happy Commitment”
Damaris has loved Larnie for a long time. Larnie welcomes Damaris’ advances, but is unwilling to commit to a true relationship. After a night of excellent sex Larnie explains why she is acting this way. Can this holiday season bring a change in Larnie’s attitudes?


EXCERPT PG13

Damaris lay in bed, holding Larnie's luscious body hard against hers. She loved Larnie with every ounce of her being, but their relationship -- if it could even be called a relationship! -- was going nowhere.
It wasn't exactly that Larnie was commitment-shy, more that Larnie didn't even see the need for commitment. Oh, Damaris was certain Larnie wasn't sleeping with anyone else -- and nor was she -- but while Damaris' idea of heaven was Larnie in her arms, just like this, every night for the rest of their lives, Larnie wanted… What did Larnie want? Hell if she knew! Not some kind of formal commitment anyway.
Damaris let her hand slide over Larnie's skin. It was so soft and sweet. She buried her nose in Larnie's hair, inhaling its tangy apple scent. Whenever she smelled apples it always reminded her of Larnie.
Larnie was relaxed in her arms, but Damaris was almost certain the woman she loved wasn't asleep. So Damaris moved her hand slowly over Larnie's ribs, up higher to cup a warm breast. Larnie's breasts were just the perfect size to hold and suck. For a moment Damaris wished they were facing each other so she could pull a berry-brown nipple into her mouth and suck on it. Instead, she rolled it between her fingers, feeling it grow longer and harder under her attentions.
Damaris pressed her cunt, already creaming with desire, against Larnie's rounded ass, rubbing gently. She wanted Larnie again. Wanted to push her fingers deep into Larnie's hot little cunt, to twirl them up until she pressed on that slightly rougher bit of skin filled with nerve endings, and drive Larnie wild by holding her on the edge of climax until they were both exploding with need.
Right now Damaris concentrated on Larnie's breasts. Larnie had such hot, highly sensitive nipples, it was sometimes possible to give her a climax just by stimulating them. Oh, not always, but if she could tease Larnie, just right...

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=3429

Berengaria

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Monday, November 18, 2013

Three new anthologies!!


"A Taste of Lesbian Love" includes two short stories which are also available separately.

“Paige’s Passion”:
Paige is sent on a business trip and invites her good friend Madeline to go with her. They’ve been lusting after each other for some time but Paige was worried that taking the step to a sexual relationship might destroy their friendship. At the end of the second night they are committed to an ongoing relationship together.
But when they get back to their ordinary lives Paige is consumed by her job. Paige desperately wants the relationship to work, but her career is very important to her and Maddie is so easy-going. Can they ever be happy together?

“Sappho’s Sisters”:
Lady Eustacia Lumley is the only child of the Earl of Wentworth. It’s her duty to marry well and ensure the succession.
Margaret Durrell is the fourth daughter of a gently born, but near penniless Vicar. She has no option but to marry a man who can provide for her and possibly for some of her sisters as well.
Both young women are very interested in Sappho’s poetry and ideas. One evening, Margaret has a headache and Eustacia offers to massage her scalp. This leads to sex, and Margaret’s very first orgasm.
They fall deeply in love, but is there any hope for them? Or will they both have to conform to the rigid rules of Regency society?

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atasteoflesbianlove-1350506-340.html



"A Taste of Male/Male Romance" includes three short stories which are also available separately.

“Cocksure”:
Lloyd is a loner. He doesn’t believe he’ll ever find a partner he can love. So he spends his evenings drinking in gay bars, either getting drunk or going off with a stranger for a fast fuck. But then he meets KC and his world changes.
KC’s not about to let Lloyd harden his heart to the possibilities between them. KC knows Lloyd’s the man for him and he’ll use whatever hot, dirty and sexy persuading he has to in order win his man over.

“Ghostly Indulgence”:
Nurzhan and Spyridion are ghosts. The only night they can become corporeal is All Hallow’s Eve, when they should be busy haunting. Hopefully, there will be some time for fun, as well. They’re determined to get to know each other much better on this one special night. But how can they live a whole year without touching each other again?

“Noticing Nigel”:
Matthew is singing in a choir for a special Christmas presentation of the oratorio, “Messiah” by Handel. He’s a tenor soloist. But his eyes are on one of the basses, Nigel, a deliciously muscular and well-built man with sparkling eyes and golden-brown hair.
Matthew takes his courage in both hands at the full-dress rehearsal, and invites Nigel out to lunch, then to dinner.
But can this be more than a one-night stand?

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atasteofmalemaleromance-1350507-340.html



"A Taste of Menage Love" includes three short stories which are also available separately.

“Jaid’s Two Sexy Santas”:
Jaid hates the annual family Christmas party, a huge event with people she doesn’t recognize or like. She’s hot and horny and looking for action on the holidays.
But this year things look brighter. Her second cousin, Greg, and his partner, Steve, invite her to spend time with them. Two sexy Santas for Jaid? Oh yes!

“Rowena’s Ghostly Ménage”:
Jabez Winton has been dead since 1920 but he can’t go into the light until he settles a few things with his descendants. To be heard, he needs energy and when Rowena and Nate enter the old warehouse, Jabez sees his chance. Nate can’t keep his hands off Rowena and the energy produced is enough to allow Jabez to speak to the pair. When Nate comes up with the idea for a ghostly menage, Rowena is the one who will decide Jabez’s fate.

“Seducing Susannah”:
Susannah is at her company’s annual cookout trying to convince her friend Kate not to get drunk and do anything stupid. Kate goes her own way so Susannah takes a walk to fill in an hour, after which she hopes Kate will be ready to go home. While she walks she thinks of two very yummy men she knows, Quinn and Micah. Unfortunately they left the cookout earlier. She finds the men naked among the trees and stays to watch.
They see her and invite her to go home with them. Could she do that? Should she? Will she?

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atasteofmenagelove-1350508-340.html

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Wonderful review for "Fireworks at the Lake"


I got a wonderful four star review for “Fireworks at the Lake” today from Fern at Long and Short Reviews. She said so many nice things about my story I’m thrilled. “Written with an excellent tone and style, this is a great M/M romance … Hot and sexy, but not completely over the top, I really enjoyed how both Luke and Andrew are real men”.
Thank you Fern!

Review link: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/fireworks-at-the-lake-by-berengaria-brown/

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_191&products_id=3935

Berengaria

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Is Audrey really frigid?


Yanni is determined to romance Audrey into his bed. But can he arouse her? Or is she truly frigid?

“Bookish Arousal” Blurb:
Audrey has no trouble achieving orgasms reading erotic romance novels alone in her bed at night. Whether with her fingers or her favorite plastic friend, orgasms are assured. But her last boyfriend labeled her frigid when she failed to be aroused by sex with him.

Now she is madly in lust with a truly delicious work colleague, Yanni. But when they go to bed, nothing happens—she’s devastated that, despite her lust for him, her body refuses to be aroused.

Yanni is determined to romance her until her body cooperates. Maybe some dirty sex talk—and other assistance—will get her aroused!

Excerpt PG13
Dammit what’s wrong with me? Was Joe right? Am I just a useless, frigid bitch?
No, that can’t be true. I have lots of orgasms at home in my bed.
Yeah, alone!
Shut up!
Deliberately Audrey relaxed her tense muscles, running her fingers through Yanni’s soft black curls. Damn, I’d kill for hair like that!
She stroked her palms lower, over the ripped muscles of his back, as his mouth worked on her nipples. He was rolling them so much better than she could touch them herself. With just the perfect amount of suction from his mouth to stretch them and tease them. So why aren’t I wet? I should be flooded with moisture by now, he’s so damn good at this.
Audrey felt her body grow tense again and tears filled her eyes.
What’s wrong with me? The best-looking man at work, the man I’ve lusted over for months, takes me to bed and nothing’s happening downstairs. He’s perfect and I’m useless. I’m a failure!
Tears fell in earnest down her face now, and Audrey panicked. She pushed Yanni’s head off her breasts and scrambled clumsily from the bed.
Yanni sat back on his heels and looked up at her, confusion and hurt mingled in his face. His huge, liquid brown eyes, eyes she had likened to the finest chocolate, stared at her in dismay. “Audrey? Precious? Am I doing something wrong? I thought—”
Audrey threw her skirt and sweater on, shoved her underwear into her purse and thrust her bare feet into her pumps. “No, no it’s me. You’re perfect and wonderful. I—” Her voice broke as she realized exactly how stupid and ungrateful she must appear to the man who’d been an ideal companion all evening.
“I’m sorry, so very sorry.” Blinded by tears, she ran from the room, down the hallway and out of his apartment, almost falling down the stairs in her unseeing rush.
She drove home, her face tear-stained and the occasional sob breaking forth despite her determined efforts to control her feelings.
Arrived at her place she slammed her door, ran to her bedroom and fell flat on the bed, shattering sobs breaking loose as she gripped the bedding and thought of the hurt on Yanni’s face and her own inability to be aroused when the kindest, sweetest, most delicious man she knew wanted to fuck her.
Joe’s cruel words ran through her mind over and over. You’re a useless, frigid bitch, Audrey. No man will ever want a cold, worthless cunt like you.


Buy Link: http://www.ellorascave.com/bookish-arousal.html

Berengaria

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Have you ever wondered...

What statues do at night, when everyone has gone home?

“Naked Statues”: Blurb
A series of naked, well-endowed statues in the Botanical Gardens encourages lovers Fleur, Ricky and Heath to indulge in some hot, naughty public sex. But there’s more to these statues than rock-hard abs…
Lily and Flynn have been trapped inside a statue since last Halloween. When a mischievous god with a love of all things sexual swaps them for the trio of lovers, can the strength of their love set them all free?


Excerpt PG13

“Oh my goodness! Now this one I like,” laughed Fleur, climbing up the steps onto a statue in the Botanical Gardens. She slid between the legs of the man of stone and rested her mouth over its extra large penis.
“This one’s so much better endowed than the angel with the long, curly hair we saw over there a ways.”
Ulric snapped a photo of her on his phone, saying, “Sweetie, that was no angel. That was Eros, and trust me, his behavior is said to be anything but angelic!”
“I wouldn’t expect anything else from the God of Love and Sex!” She jumped down from the statue to look at the photo with him. Meanwhile Heath had kept walking, his gaze on a statue down a short pathway on their right.
“Hey, Ricky, you’ll like this one better, I promise,” called Heath.
Fleur ran to see what Heath was looking at and Ulric ambled along behind his two partners. He loved them both equally, and as a triad they had some spectacular sex, but he didn’t always understand their thought patterns. Especially Fleur’s. He grinned, remembering when he first met them. He’d hated having to go to that charity dinner. Then the three had all been left sitting at the table when their tablemates got up to dance. They’d started talking, and the relationship had exploded from there.
While the idea of spending a sunny Saturday afternoon walking around the Botanical Gardens was totally not his scene, Fleur had wanted to come, Heath was agreeable, and as Ricky hadn’t had any better ideas of things to do, here they were. Besides, he was amused at Fleur’s enthusiastic explanation that the trip to the gardens was all about their names. She’d said Fleur was French for flower, and Heath was a kind of plant, and gardens always had flowers and plants. Also, Ulric means wolf and she’d heard a statue of a wolf was to be found in the gardens. Maybe next weekend we’d better go to the zoo. Ricky grinned to himself and caught up to the others. Heath was staring up at a statue of a woman wearing nothing much, with one huge breast exposed.
“Climb up and kiss it, Heath, and I’ll take your photo,” called Fleur.
Heath shrugged the backpack off his shoulders and took a run up to the statue, catching hold of her elbows and kissing the breast, before dropping back to the ground.
The three laughed over the rather blurry photo on Fleur’s phone, then Heath picked up his backpack and they continued walking along the little path, which took another turn.
“We seem to be walking around this neverending hedge-thing. I wonder what it is,” commented Fleur.
Still another turn took them to the opening in the hedge and a sign.
“It’s a maze! Oh, awesome. Come on,” called Fleur, running inside. “Right or left?”
Ricky scanned the sign, but there was no key to the maze there. “Likely we’ll be stuck here for a hundred years, slowly starving and turning into skeletons,” he wailed in as mournful a voice as he could manage.
“Our bones will be found by archeologists on a dig in the year 2100,” added Heath in a sepulchral tone.
But Fleur just laughed, turning right and left as they meandered through the maze.

Buy Link: http://www.ellorascave.com/naked-status.html

Berengaria

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Romance Junkies Halloween Contest


Romanace Junkies is running a contest to win Halloween books. The participating authors and the books you can win are here: http://www.romancejunkies.com/halloweenreads/Halloweenreads.html



My two books to win are "Ghostly Indulgence" and "Were the Hell?"

“Ghostly Indulgence”
Book blurb: Nurzhan and Spyridion are ghosts. The only night they can become corporeal is All Hallow’s Eve, when they should be busy haunting. Hopefully, there will be some time for fun, as well. They’re determined to get to know each other much better on this one special night. But how can they live a whole year without touching each other again?
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_107&products_id=3378



Were the Hell?”
Book blurb: Septimus, is sent to a pack across the country to see if they have a solution to why almost no females have been born into his pack in over 30 years.
As soon as he walks into the meeting room he smells his mate. The lust between them is instant and fierce. By day they try to solve the problem of the gender imbalance, by night they fuck each other's brains out.
Septimus’ duty is to help his pack. But he’d much rather be in bed with Dai. And is the situation even solvable anyway?
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_91&products_id=3165


Keep watching for details about how to enter the contest!
Berengaria

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Official Liz Crowe GOOD FAITH Cover Reveal Blog Hop and Contest


How I met Liz Crowe

So this chick on the Romance Books 4 Us yahoo loop I’m on, Liz Crowe, said she was opening her blog to guest authors and would interview them over her beer bar. It turns out she’s some kind of craft beer guru. A beer bar, huh? I decided being interviewed over a beer bar couldn’t be too bad so I signed up. As an author, I’m always keen to be interviewed about my books, and a nice craft beer to wash it down with had to be a bonus, right?
Then it occurred to me I really knew nothing about this other author and likely I should read one of her books. Because I travel a lot for my day job, and haven’t been to Turkey yet, I got, “Diplomat’s Daughter”. I liked that and read “Cheeky Blonde” next. Then I was sucked into the Stewart Realty series. So now I’m ready for “Good Faith”. I have a business trip coming up late November with a couple long flights. It seems to me that “Good Faith" will be perfect to take on the airplane with me. Nothing is worse than being two hours out from my destination with nothing to read because I’ve finished the book I bought along with me, and my laptop battery is dead. The length of “Good Faith” should solve that little problem nicely, and I know Liz’s characters will draw me into the story even if I want to slap them upside the head at times.


"Good Faith" Back cover blurb:

Strong personalities—volatile marriages—stressful careers—conflicting goals—difficult children.

Contemporary challenges facing close-knit families form the crucible that forges a new generation.

Brandis, Gabriel, Blair and Lillian emerge from the entanglement of their parents’ longstanding emotional connections, but one’s star will burn brighter – and hotter – than the others.

With a personality that consumes everyone and everything in its path, Brandis Gordon struggles to maintain control as he ricochets between wild success and miserable failure. His life proves how even the strongest relationships can be strangled by the ties that bind.

Brandis and Gabe Frietag are as close as any brothers, bound by both loyalty and fierce rivalry. The strength of their ultimate alliance is tested time and again by Brandis’ choices.

Companions from birth, Blair Frietag and Lillian Robinson share loner tendencies, but come to rely on each other through adolescence. As they mature, both are forced to confront their feelings for the men they knew as boys.

Somewhere between the tangle of good memories and bad, independence and addiction, optimism and despair, the intertwined destinies of the new generation finally collide, leaving some stronger, others broken, but none unscathed.

As a chronicle of three families navigating the minefields of teen years into the turbulence of young adulthood, "Good Faith" holds up a literary mirror to contemporary life with joys and temptations unflinchingly reflected. Its fresh, real-life voice portrays the sheer volatility of human nature, complete with the hopes, dreams, and unexpected setbacks of marriage, parenthood and “coming of age.”

"Good Faith" (Advance Excerpt) by Liz Crowe

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That morning his father had roused him from a sound sleep. He’d blinked, confused, by the angle of the sunlight. He rarely slept much past eight since he usually had some sort of training or the other.
“Let’s go son. Time for lunch.”
Brandis had dragged himself up, his limbs feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds each. His brain buzzed with a strange sort of energy, his typical state, and not at all welcome considering it normally didn’t hit him until later in the day. The conversation his father began as soon as they were seated at their usual diner did not help.
“So, listen, Brandis. These girls…Katie’s friends from college….”
Brandis sipped his ice water, waiting for his father to finish the thought. His heart pounded, and his face flushed hot with embarrassment.
Jack sighed, as if exasperated that Brandis didn’t pick up the thread on his own, leaving him to carry on with the awkwardness about to ensue. Then he leveled his gaze, his face open, not angry or judgmental. “I think that you may be in for some…I mean, they’re…shit.”
“If you are gonna tell me where babies come from again,” Brandis said, after deciding to ease his father’s obvious distress. He cocked an eyebrow and half a smile. Jack seemed to relax somewhat as Brandis continued. “Don’t bother. I already know.”
He flashed his brightest smile up at the middle-aged woman who stood at their table, coffee pot in hand. She blinked rapidly at him, and at that precise moment, Brandis got his first flash of…something…about his power. Up until now he’d merely been “Brandis the trouble maker, the causer of strife.” Suddenly, he felt strong, amazingly so, stronger than even the man sitting across from him, a taller, older version of himself. His body tingled all over, as he tested the smile out again on the woman, making her slop some coffee out onto the table. His father frowned, but then chuckled as the woman walked away after they gave their orders.
“Son,” he said, leaning back and cradling the coffee mug to his chest. “Your adventure has only just begun.”
“Huh?” Brandis picked up his cup but didn’t drink any. He hated coffee, but had ordered it in a burst of need to be more like Jack. As he sipped the bitter stuff, he was transported back years before when he and his dad would spend every single Saturday morning together, eating breakfast at this very diner. He had adored the man, he remembered distinctly. His chest hurt at the simplicity of their relationship then. He looked away from Jack’s deep blue, knowing gaze.
The subject changed of its own accord, and Brandis let it. Although part of him wanted to ask for advice, a much bigger part would not allow the words past his lips.
They ate, discussing the upcoming football season and Brandis’ part in it. The recruiting company Jack had contracted last year to video his every move would start up with the first game. He’d made varsity again, technically as backup quarterback to a senior boy. Brandis didn’t see this as a setback and had every intention of starting under center by the second or third game.
Finally, when they pushed their empty plates back and sat looking at each other, Brandis felt more comfortable in his father’s presence than he had been in a long time. Jack said, “I am pretty sure at least one of those girls sleeping in the basement is determined to change the status of your virginity for you probably as soon as tonight.”
Brandis choked on the last sip of lukewarm coffee. His face burned, and his body tingled again. “I’m…it’s…uh….” He clutched the napkin in his lap unable to meet his father’s eyes.
“No need to say anything. Let’s just say your mother is an astute reader of female intent. While I was busy admiring your sister’s friend’s ass, she apparently read the girl’s mind or something.” Brandis’ face flushed even hotter.
He resisted the urge to protest, to proclaim his innocence of such things. Because he wanted it back—those mornings between them, father and son, man and boy, not this awkward, man and almost-man bullshit. Because while the thought of one of his sister’s college friends popping his cherry remained a pleasant fantasy, it also made him feel older than he wanted to be right then.
“So, I bought a box of condoms this morning,” Jack went on. “Put some downstairs in the side table drawer and the rest in your room. Use them please.” He sipped the last of his coffee, looked as if he were about to get up, then leaned forward, touching Brandis’ wrist. “Have fun. Don’t be an asshole to women. Let every experience teach you…something. Because you are nothing as a man if you don’t learn from every woman you…love.” Jack looked out the window onto the nearly empty parking lot. Then he turned back, tightened his grip on his son’s arm. “God, you are so…young.” His face fell a moment, then he perked up again, his eyes twinkling. “Okay, so, your mother told me to tell you not to let them corrupt you. But all I’m gonna say is this: always wear protection, no matter what, no matter how much you don’t want to. And don’t let your mom catch you in the act. I’ll handle her otherwise.”
Then he let go, stood and smiled, draping a friendly arm around Brandis’ shoulders as they exited the restaurant.
“You really didn’t tell me you were admiring Katie’s friend’s ass, did you, Dad?”
“No, son. I most certainly did not. You obviously misheard me.” Jack winked as he stood by the passenger’s side of his classic Corvette convertible and tossed the keys to Brandis. “Remember what I told you. Don’t ride my clutch.”


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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Halloween is coming: are you ready for some spooky fun?


"Ghostly Indulgence": Blurb
Nurzhan and Spyridion are ghosts. The only night they can become corporeal is All Hallow’s Eve, when they should be busy haunting. Hopefully, there will be some time for fun, as well. They’re determined to get to know each other much better on this one special night. But how can they live a whole year without touching each other again?

EXCERPT
The closer it got to Halloween the harder Spyridion tried to think of a way to get up close and personal, in private, with the truly yummy Nurzhan. The problem was, all ghosts were so busy at Halloween. They were supposed to devote themselves to scaring people all night long, yet this was the only time they could become fully corporeal and fuck properly as humans. It hardly seemed fair that on the one night a year they were guaranteed multiple outstanding orgasms, they were fully occupied jumping out of closets and saying "Boo" to unbelieving humans. Although he didn't want to totally abdicate his duties on that night, surely he could spend an hour or so in bed with the one ghost he desired above all things, Nurzhan. How to set it up was the problem.
Spyridion was in one of his favorite places, sitting on the steeple of St Thomas the Apostle by the Sea Church, looking out over the ocean, when he saw Nurzhan floating toward him. Damn, that man was fuckable. Shoulder-length black hair, silky-soft and swirling around his head. Eyes so deep a brown a man could drown in those sexy, dark pools. And built. Oh yeah, big all over, especially where it counted the most.
Spyridion knew Nurzhan was interested in him. They'd even exchanged a few touches and a kiss, but he wanted a whole lot more than that. And he wanted it the one night of the year when they were both able to become corporeal.
Nurzhan wafted down onto the steeple and settled himself beside Spyridion.
"Hi there. All ready for the big night?" Spyridion asked.
"Yeah, well, um, I've been thinking about that."
"You have? Me too." Spyridion felt excitement tingle through him. If he'd had a pulse it would have been racing right now.
"I don't think it's fair the way we ghosts aren't recognized for all the hard work we do each All Saint's Eve. It's time we stood up for ourselves and made people realize we have rights, too."
Well, damn. That wasn't what I was hoping he'd say!

Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_107&products_id=3378

Berengaria

Thursday, October 3, 2013

How I came to write paranormal stories


I’ve been quite surprised to find myself writing paranormal stories. I saw myself as writing contemporaries, about ordinary people who find their very hot happily ever after.
But when I thought about a Halloween story, a werewolf just appeared in my head and started talking to me. The end result of that was “Dogged Pursuit” an MM romance. Which is pretty much how my first paranormal book happened. I was writing “Intensity”, Keziah’s story, when a ghost just appeared out of nowhere and took over. John Smith told me “Intensity” was his story as much as Keziah’s. Of course, I was hardly surprised when I sat down to write Tia’s story, “Complexity”, set in the same world as “Intensity”, and another ghost arrived. Gillian explained she was a relative of John Smith’s and she needed Tia’s help. What’s an author to do? Some days I think I just take dictation!
The third book in that world, “Eternity”, is also an MMF ménage. But this time both heroes are vampires. One of them has been a minor character in both previous books, and when I was thinking about the possibility of writing a third book, he told me he was a vampire, and it was time I gave him a happy forever after. Fortunately, the perfect woman for him and his partner was available. I’d hate to annoy a vampire! Or a werewolf. Or even a ghost!
Since then I’ve written several more werewolf stories, “Were the Hell”, another MM Halloween book, and “Werewolves Can’t Fly” an MMF and the sequel to “Flight to Joy”.
But I’ve also managed to write some non-paranormal contemporaries as well.


“Dogged Pursui” blurb:
Dwyer is a two-hundred-year-old werewolf currently working as a limo driver. He’s enticed by the scent of a man he has to take into the city. The man’s smell overwhelms him and calls to him “mate”. Yet he thought only a male and a female could mate and he is gay.
Nelson is equally attracted to Dwyer and the two spend a very hot night together.
However their second date is on Halloween and Dwyer is really struggling to keep his wolf under control.
How is Dwyer going to get himself out of this mess? And what will Nelson’s reaction be? Can they possibly have a future together?
Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2887

Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.com/


Thursday, September 26, 2013

In Memory of My Dad


When I was small my Mom was quite ill. My Dad had never had to look after me for more than an hour or two at a time until then, and he wasn’t too sure what to do with me. The first day he bought me a wonderful set of blocks with bridges, and towers, and awesome things in the box, and I played with them all day. I’m pretty sure he enjoyed playing with them too. At least for the first hour or so. But by the second day he was once again at a loss to know what to do with me.
He loved reading, so he sat me down and taught me to read. I was already fascinated that the black squiggles on the pages of my books actually meant something, and picked up the idea fairly quickly. My Mom was ill for several months. Long before she had gotten better I was reading voraciously. All the kids’ books I owned, I could now read, and I read them over and over. When I got tired of that, Dad took me down to the local library, and signed me up for a membership card. That worked well for several years, until I’d read everything in the children’s section. Dad didn’t even blink. He just handed me his adult borrower card and I started to read the adult collection.
Some people were horrified that I might read something that little girls shouldn’t know about. Dad wasn’t worried. “If she doesn’t understand it, it won’t hurt her. And if she knows what it means, there’s no need to hide it from her”, he said.

Then one day I had no books to read. There was nothing I owned that I wanted to reread, and none of my favorite authors had new books out I hadn’t read yet. So I started to write a book myself. I sent it off to a publisher and while I was waiting for the publisher to reply I wrote another one, and another one, and the rest, as they say, is history.

“Aquamarine: Courage and Comfort” blurb:
Edmund’s sister Mavis was tragically widowed by a hit-and-run driver, when he was rushing to the hospital for the birth of their son. Now Mavis can’t cope with the loss of her husband and a new fatherless baby to care for.
Mavis’ friend, AJ, tells Edmund that he and his partner, Utah, must go and retrieve an aquamarine. The stone will bring courage and comfort to Mavis. It will hold the spirit of her dead husband and she will be able to rear their son and have a fulfilling life.
Only lovers can find the stone. Edmund and Utah are a little skeptical, but very willing to try.

“Aquamarine: Courage and Comfort” PG13 Excerpt
Utah just smiled at his partner. Edmund had all the confidence in the world, and likely some naughty plan in mind. Well, they'd soon see just how doable his plans were. One of the things Utah loved about Edmund was his insouciant acceptance of sex as an integral part of daily life. And Utah's dick was always ready to get involved in sex with Edmund!
Even just looking at Edmund in that tight, body-hugging wetsuit, made Utah's cock grow and harden, and his balls tighten. Down boy he thought widening his stance a little to ease the pressure on his equipment. First we find this mystical aquamarine for Mavis. Then we fuck each other's brains out.
The more he thought about it, the crazier it sounded. Here on a public beach where dozens, even hundreds, of people swam every day, they were going to swim out to a sandbar and find a precious stone. They would then give this stone to Edmund's sister, and with no other help -- no therapy, no psychiatrists, no lawyers, nothing else at all -- she would accept the loss of her husband and focus on rearing her kid. When he put it like that, it almost sounded like he was the one who needed a good therapist. Deluded didn't come close to explaining the lack of logic in those thoughts. Ah well, all he could do was support Edmund. AJ had made it quite plain Edmund would not succeed if Utah wasn't there with him. And anyway, he wanted to be with Edmund. Wanted to help him.
Shrugging his shoulders he swung around to look at Edmund. "Are you ready to go fetch this rock?"
"Yes, sure. But how are we supposed to recognize it?"
"Hell if I know. Isn't it supposed to call to you, or something?"

BUY LINK: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_89&products_id=3547

Berengaria

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Making HIStory HERstory as well


It was Georgette Heyer who addicted me to Regency romance, and my first Regency-set romance was dedicated to her. But I have also always been fascinated by the strong women of history. In a time when women had almost no rights at all, every now and then a woman overcame every obstacle to guide her people.
One of those was Queen Elizabeth I of England to whom my latest Regency-set erotic lesbian romance, has been dedicated:
In memory of Queen Elizabeth I of England—a woman who refused to let her gender stand in the way of achieving her hopes and ambitions, and who ruled her country better than any man of her time could have done.
Other women who come to mind are:
Marie Curie, Queen Victoria, Joan of Arc, Cleopatra, Mother Theresa, Eleanor of Aquitane, Aspasia of Miletus, Boadicea, Catherine the Great, Sappho, Florence Nightingale, and in our own day, Aung San Suu Kyi. Of course, you will all have your own lists.

All my lesbian erotic romances are based on the idea of women overcoming difficulties to achieve their happy endings.

“Lady Caroline’s Reward” is also Regency-set
Lady Caroline Eversley is the only child of the Earl of Blackshire. He is growing forgetful and she needs a chaperone so hires Miss Dinah Watkin, a distant relative whom she met once at a family gathering and enjoyed good friendship with.
While dealing with unwanted suitors, Dinah and Caroline fall in love, and Dinah teaches Caroline all about sex. But the problem of Caroline’s suitable chaperonage refuses to go away. And in Regency England unmarried women had almost no rights. Whatever will happen to them as the Earl’s health fails?

Buy link:
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2909

Berengaria

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Captured Possession Trivia


Hidden underneath a long green ridge of land in an ordinary part of rural America, New Thimphu is a community established by settlers who live in their traditional ways.

In New Thimphu all the brothers share one wife in a ménage. She’s their treasured possession. Neither Ryker Volkov, nor Coulton Urquahart, has a brother. Uh-oh. Big problem!

The men decide to be like brothers and form a ménage with Kenzie Evans. Oh, good plan.

But both Ryker and Coulton are Doms in the BDSM scene and Kenzie’s convinced two Doms and one sub in a ménage will never work. She says, “No”. Uh-oh. Big problem!

In the old days, New Thimphu men used to kidnap their bride. Ryker and Coulton decide to kidnap Kenzie. Oh, good plan.

Kenzie decides ménage sex is awesome, but she still refuses to marry them. Uh-oh. Big problem!

The two Doms leave Kenzie naked and chained to the bed. Now what?


Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/captured-possession

Berengaria

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Blogging twice today on different things


I’m author of the month over at Dawn’s Reading Nook. I have covers and blurbs for your viewing pleasure.
http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/p/author-of-month-berengaria-brown.html?zx=2ad00852de437dcc

I’m also visiting Tabby’s Nocturnal Nights, talking about trust issues with a werewolf.
http://tabithablake.blogspot.com/2013/09/would-you-trust-werewolf.html

Berengaria

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

AWESOME review for “Not Too Tall to Love”


I have received an AWESOME review for “Not Too Tall to Love” from jj at Rainbow Book Reviews.
“the sex is hot, but also earthy and blisteringly sensual. I really liked that combination. I think everyone should hike along with this threesome on the Blue Ridge trail in Haggity National Park. Plus, catch the follow-up complexities for a little extra vroom. I definitely recommend it.”
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/not-too-tall-to-love-by-berengaria-brown/


Berengaria

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Lesbian Erotic Romance

“Fist Me” Blurb:
Taryn asks Maeve to fist her. When Maeve gets over her shock at Taryn’s request, she tries to talk her out of it. Fisting is extreme, and Taryn’s not a lesbian. But Taryn is determined. She’s just broken up from Mr. Perfect, who was definitely not right for her, and this is something she wants to do just for herself. Maeve is the only person she trusts to share the experience with her. And she’ll worry about the fall-out from her broken romance later.

Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_93&products_id=3621


"Stubborn Attraction": Blurb:
Laid off for ramming her knee into a co-worker's balls after he tries to feel her up, lesbian Jaelle heads to her father's cabin in the mountains. There, she takes the form of a mountain goat and climbs, free and uninhibited.
So, what happens when she finds a very attractive interloper on her favorite rock ledge?

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=3650


"Lady Caroline’s Reward" blurb:
Lady Caroline Eversley is the only child of the Earl of Blackshire. He is growing forgetful and she needs a chaperone so hires Miss Dinah Watkin, a distant relative whom she met once at a family gathering and enjoyed good friendship with.
While dealing with unwanted suitors, Dinah and Caroline fall in love, and Dinah teaches Caroline all about sex. But the problem of Caroline’s suitable chaperonage refuses to go away. And in Regency England unmarried women had almost no rights. Whatever will happen to them as the Earl’s health fails?

Buy link:
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2909



Thursday, August 15, 2013

Congratulations to Tammy

Tammy has won a copy of "Captured Possession" in the DFRAT readathon, from my post with the Book Reading Gals.
Check your email Tammy!



Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/captured-possession


“Captured Possession” Blurb:
For generations, the men of New Thimphu have kidnapped the woman of their choice, spent the night making love to her, and then demanded she marry them. Doms Ryker Volkov and Coulton Urquahart work together to capture the woman of their dreams, Kenzie Evans. But Kenzie doesn’t believe two Doms and one sub can possibly work, so she says no to their advances.
They punish her for rejecting them then take her to bed, determined to woo her with orgasms. At the end of the night she again refuses, believing that she can't satisfy two Doms for long. This time they leave her naked, chained to the bed. When Kenzie wakes up they’ve both gone to work, but she takes her situation as a challenge and uses the bedding to make herself a poncho and finds Coulton’s hidden computer to entertain herself with. The men again ask her to marry them, but she refuses. How will they convince her they love her?

Be warned this book contains all the good stuff:
Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Capture Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA

Berengaria

Friday, August 9, 2013

AWESOME review of "Dinner Delights!"



Roxy Wilson has reviewed "Dinner Delights".

http://romancenovelsincolor.com/review-of-dinner-delights-by-berengaria-brown/?utm_source=RNIC+Newsletter&utm_campaign=3f30e3118e-RNIC_Reader_Newsletter_8_9_2013&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_e255493e2a-3f30e3118e-60979513

Thank you, Roxy!

"Dinner Delights":
Krystal is thrilled when Troy asks her to be his seatmate at a boring work dinner. He is a totally yummy hunk, whom she has loved forever.
When they dance, their passions combust and they rush back to her apartment to take their relationship to the next level: from friends to lovers.
Their night together is better than anything Krystal had ever imagined. But can it last? What will happen tomorrow?

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Dinner-Delights-ebook/dp/B003V8BHXM?tag=romnovincol-20

Berengaria

Saturday, August 3, 2013

New Release: Not Too Tall to Love


Blurb: “Not Too Tall to Love”
Andy aims to conquer the challenging three-day hike. Derek and Corey plan to conquer Andy.
Derek is tall, dark, and dominating. Golden-blond Corey is warm and caring and can turn a campfire meal into a feast. Andy just wants to prove to herself she can navigate and hike the trail. But the two men are awfully yummy. And distracting. Besides, sex outdoors is very good, especially with two men at once.
Between them, the two men bring Andy’s passions to the boil and the three enjoy the hottest, most innovative sex ever. What will happen when they reach the end of the trail?

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/not-too-tall-to-love-by-berengaria-brown/

WARNING: ADULT Excerpt
“Someone here still hasn’t come,” said Corey, pushing Andy back flat onto the grass.
“And she’s worked very hard so she really deserves an orgasm,” added Derek, pulling her sweater and t-shirt over her head.
“Yummy nipples,” he added, pushing up her bra, latching onto one and sucking it into his mouth.
“This pussy’s all mine,” added Corey, unzipping her jeans and pulling them and her panties down to her knees.
Andy was already hot, wet and aching from watching the men come. Seeing them come was an unexpected turn-on for her. There was something very erotic about gripping a man’s cock in her hands or mouth and bringing him to the edge of passion like that. It made her feel strong, powerful, and in control.
But now the men were in control and Derek had his hands on her breasts, pushing them together so he could suck first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.
Meanwhile Corey had his tongue in her slit, and was kissing, licking and nibbling on her nether lips.
“Oh, yes. More. Please, I need to come.”
“Oh no, not yet. We’ve just gotten started,” Derek said, dropping his mouth to lick the undersides of her breasts before returning to her areolas and nipples.
“Hmm,” added Corey sucking her clit into his mouth and letting his fingers wander through her curls.
Derek plunged his tongue into her mouth and reached under her body to grab an ass cheek into his hand. While his tongue thrust into her mouth and he sucked on her tongue, his long finger rimmed her asshole and teased her there.
Corey’s tongue was thrusting in her cunt, his fingers holding her labia apart and teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Andy’s toes curled inside her boots with the need to come.
She pulled her mouth away from Derek’s to beg, “Please, please, now I need—”
Derek pushed two fingers deep into her ass and bit her nipple gently but firmly. Corey’s fingers were in her cunt, curving up to scrape her sweet spot as he bit her clit.
The intense mix of pleasure and pain sent Andy crashing over the edge, screaming into a heady climax. And the words she screamed were, “Derek!” and “Corey!”

Buy link:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/not-too-tall-to-love-by-berengaria-brown/

Berengaria

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Possessive Passions Book 4: Captured Possession


"Captured Possession": Blurb

For generations, the men of New Thimphu have kidnapped the woman of their choice, spent the night making love to her, and then demanded she marry them. Doms Ryker Volkov and Coulton Urquahart work together to capture the woman of their dreams, Kenzie Evans. But Kenzie doesn’t believe two Doms and one sub can possibly work, so she says no to their advances.

They punish her for rejecting them then take her to bed, determined to woo her with orgasms. At the end of the night she again refuses, believing that she can't satisfy two Doms for long. This time they leave her naked, chained to the bed. When Kenzie wakes up they’ve both gone to work, but she takes her situation as a challenge and uses the bedding to make herself a poncho and finds Coulton’s hidden computer to entertain herself with. The men again ask her to marry them, but she refuses. How will they convince her they love her?


STORY EXCERPT

The building in which she lived had a hot tub in the basement. Kenzie decided a long soak in the tub was just what she needed to think things through. She went into the office and asked the building manager, “Is anyone using the hot tub this evening?”

“Hi, Kenzie. Let me check. Um…No, it’s all yours. Put the Ladies Only sign up when you go in, though, please.”

“No worries.” Kenzie hurried up to her apartment, kicked off her shoes and underwear, then collected clean underwear and a couple towels before going all the way downstairs to the basement. The hot tub was the very last room in the hallway, and had a mirrored wall behind the tub and a mirrored ceiling, perfect for erotic moments. Sadly all she had tonight were her fingers, but the warm water and bubbles would be lovely anyway. And she was spoiled living in a community where she could use a hot tub. There’d been nothing like that at the condominium block she’d lived in before she’d come here.

As instructed, Kenzie hung up the Ladies Only sign, placed her towels and underwear on one of the sinks, and dropped her skirt and shirt onto the floor. She riffled through the cabinet under one of the sinks, found some lavender bubble bath, and tipped half the bottle into the hot tub. Likely it was too much, but she felt the need to be lavish and decadent. Then she sank back in the hot water and relaxed, letting her long hair swirl around her and the bubbles tickle her chin. “Oh yes, this is good.”

She closed her eyes as the heat warmed her bones and muscles, soothing her right through her body and into her soul. The lavender scent filled the room and helped restore her to her usual even-tempered serenity, too.

Kenzie heard a faint click, then the quiet swish of movement over the tiled floor. Before she could come out of her reverie, open her eyes, and focus on reality, a hood covered her eyes, a ball gag filled her mouth, and strong arms were lifting her out of the tub.

She reached out to whoever was holding her, but her wrists were gripped tightly and handcuffed together.

Fuck! Kenzie kicked out with all her strength, but that just resulted in her ankles being cuffed as well. Had she been captured by an octopus shape-shifter? The man—and the person was very strong so it had to be a man—seemed to have arms everywhere, stopping her every action. No, more likely it would be more than one person. Kenzie was a normal-sized female, not a tiny little lightweight, yet she was wrapped in a towel, lifted, and slung over a shoulder in seconds.

Frantically she wiggled, knowing her foam-covered body had to be slippery to grasp. She needed to capitalize on that fact before the towel absorbed all the dampness. But she made no impression on her captor.

Kenzie’s heart was pounding hard, her throat dry, her body shivering in fear as she was carried through the building and outside. Her wet body, with only a towel over it, instantly felt the coldness of being in an open area. Fuck! If she wasn’t raped and murdered likely she’d catch pneumonia and die of that!

Then her rational self took over. It was possible these captors were murderers, but New Thimphu was a secret underground community, and it wasn’t easy to actually enter it. All the entrances from above ground were hidden in the various farm houses owned by community members and dotted over the fields surrounding the long green ridge that covered the heart of the community.

No, what was far more likely was that this was an inside job. That someone specifically wanted her. And the only person who knew she’d been in the hot tub was the building manager. In the old days New Thimphu brothers used to steal their women, but no one wanted to marry her. Unless…

Dammit! Ryker and Coulton had captured her and were taking her somewhere. Coulton had a cottage a mile or more from the heart of the community. Somewhere the two men could play with her and her screams—assuming they took the ball gag out of her mouth and she could scream—would never be heard. Uh-huh. It looked like these Doms hadn’t accepted her “No” as an answer. She was about to get her dungeon trial anyway.

If her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with a ball gag, she would have been grinning. Only a tiny voice in her head nagged at her. Are you sure it’s them? Are you sure you’re really safe?

Oh, yes. She’d been fucking scared witless for a few minutes, but then her brain had gotten back to working. She was certain it was Coulton and Ryker. Her two Doms. Ah, well, it’d be interesting to see what they did. Sooner or later they’d have to take the ball gag off and if she wasn’t happy, she was plenty capable of letting them know. She was also certain they’d abide by her decision if she really was determined to end the relationship. Meanwhile some dungeon play and an orgasm or two suited her fine. She just hoped she wasn’t frozen solid by the time they arrived at Coulton’s cottage.


Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/captured-possession


Berengaria

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Look What's out Today "Untamable", a menage


Blurb: “Untamable”:
Jewel, Donovan, and Oscar live together but the excitement has gone out of their relationship. She makes holiday plans to spice things up. Jewel's thought of everything, but will Donovan and Oscar rise to the challenge?

http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_93&products_id=3951

PG excerpt: “Untamable”:
Jewel never thought she'd have to say it, but frankly, her ménage relationship with Donovan and Oscar had become boring, predictable, and stale. The three of them acted more like old married fifty-somethings than three trendy, young, ménage-sharing twenty-somethings.
They should be eager to jump into bed together or fuck up against the wall, filled with raw passion for each other. Instead, Oscar was so tired after work he fell asleep on the sofa in front of the television, while Donovan sat at the table surrounded by a mountain of paperwork he'd brought home from the office. At night, in their apartment, instead of screams of passion, there were soft snores from Oscar, and groans of frustration from Donovan as he hunted for missing pieces of data.
"We're all still young. We should be in bed having sex," she said aloud in the living room.
Neither man paid any attention to her.
She had the feeling that even if she stripped off, Oscar wouldn't wake up, and Donovan wouldn't notice unless she started dancing on the table between him and his spreadsheets.
"You're not listening, are you? I may as well be invisible!"
No response.
The way Jewel saw it, she had two options -- find herself a new relationship or kick the men into action and reignite some passion in their existing threesome. Jewel slitted her eyes and gazed critically at the men. Donovan had short, blond hair, deep blue eyes, was a fraction over six feet tall, and looked like a muscular Viking. Under that boring, plain, navy blue sweater, he had the most intricate tribal tattoo across his right upper arm. He also had a large cock that he knew how to use to hit her just right to bring her to a screaming orgasm. Not that they'd done that too often lately.
Oscar slumped on the sofa, his red head thrown back against the top of it. He had the very fair skin and pale blue-gray eyes common to redheads. He also had a lean, lithe, runner's build, making him appear taller than his six-foot-even height. His cock was a mighty fine piece of equipment, too. Oscar and Donovan were both bisexual, comfortable with fucking each other, or fucking her, or fucking as a threesome.
It wouldn't even be so bad if the men were fucking like bunnies. At least I could watch them. But lately, no one here is getting any!

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_93&products_id=3951

Berengaria

Monday, July 15, 2013

Digital First Giveaway

Be sure to drop by The Book Reading Gals and enter the competition to win a copy of my newest book, “Captured Possession” which will release 31 July. The competition is on now so don’t miss out.

http://thebookreadinggals.com/2013/07/dfrat-captured-possession-by-berengaria-brown-giveaway.html

Berengaria

Monday, July 8, 2013

The Equal Rights Blog Hop: Winners



The winners have been announced at http://queertownabbey.com/join-the-equal-rights-blog-hop-july-4th-through-7th/

The winner for my blog is:


WULF!!

Wulf has won her choice of one of my backlist e-books.
Thank you everyone for hopping along with us all.
Berengaria

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The Equal Rights Blog Hop


What does being a member of the GLBT community mean to me?

I believe in freedom. The freedom to be whoever you want to be. The freedom to love and marry. The freedom to walk to the store at midnight without fear of being raped or bashed. The freedom to believe or not believe in whichever deity you choose.
I write stories in which people find love. It might be two men, two women, two men and a woman, or one man and one woman. The point is, that they are consenting adults and they love each other.
Every person needs to accept responsibility for their actions. A woman sitting on a beach in a bikini did not “make” a man rape her. He chose to act that way. Two men kissing did not “make” another man bash them. The attacker chose to respond as he did. Everyone in society has to be educated to understand that acting violently is a choice. A choice that is inappropriate and will not be accepted.
It is time for the world to accept that people are all different and should be free to express their differences in public, and that violence is not, and never will be, an acceptable response to such freedoms.

I have a new male/male short romance just released for the Fourth of July. “Fireworks at the Lake”.


“Fireworks at the Lake” blurb:
Andrew didn’t want to spend the Fourth of July long weekend with the people from the office so he goes to the lake instead.
There he sees Luke, a blond Viking who arouses every craving for love and lust inside him. But can he overcome his low self-esteem from when Rory rejected his love and open his heart to another man?

Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_191&products_id=3935

This post is part of the QueerTown Abbey equal rights blog hop.
http://queertownabbey.com/join-the-equal-rights-blog-hop-july-4th-through-7th/

To enter the Grand Prize Draw be sure to answer this question back on the Queer Town Abbey site. What do I believe in?

Keep hopping to win.







Berengaria

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

OUT TODAY!! Fireworks at the Lake


“Fireworks at the Lake” blurb:
Andrew didn’t want to spend the Fourth of July long weekend with the people from the office so he goes to the lake instead.
There he sees Luke, a blond Viking who arouses every craving for love and lust inside him. But can he overcome his low self-esteem from when Rory rejected his love and open his heart to another man?

EXCERPT MM PG 13
When they reached the headland, there were a few groups of people right on the shoreline, including a party surrounding a large bonfire. Luke backtracked a little and parked beside a small grassy bowl of land that backed against the rocky headland. They had an excellent view across the lake to the fireworks and best of all, no one else was there at all. Of course, other people might arrive before midnight, but right now it was theirs and theirs alone.
Andrew's heart beat faster and his dick hardened. Actually his dick had been hard most of the time since he'd first seen Luke, but it was really hard now. Hard with hope and expectation. Surely Luke wouldn't have come here just to watch the fireworks. His Viking had to feel as he did, that they needed to touch and kiss each other.
Luke popped the trunk and pulled out a thick blanket, which he laid on the grass so their backs were to the rocky windbreak. Then he lay down full length and opened his arms."Let me kiss you."
Andrew felt a huge weight fall from his shoulders. Luke did want him. He wasn't mistaking the signs. It wasn't just his own hopes and desires. Luke reciprocated them. So what if it was only tonight? At least they would have this one night together.
Andrew dropped to his knees and ran his hands over Luke's pelvis. When he touched the other man's dick he knew he was right. It was an enormous, thick length. Andrew couldn't resist teasing a little, stroking it through Luke's baggy shorts, before slipping his hand under the waist elastic and over Luke's flat belly to touch heaven. Heaven was hot and hard with a head damp from pre-come. Andrew couldn't have asked for anything better.
He tugged Luke's shorts down his legs and off over his sandaled feet, glad they were baggy enough he didn't have to stop and take off the other man's footwear. Andrew dropped between Luke spread legs, licking the head of Luke's cock then sucking the tip into his mouth.

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_191&products_id=3935

Berengaria

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Fathers deserve an HEA, too


“Fire and Light”: Blurb
Hugh’s six year old son, Orion, has just recently come to live with him. He has taken vacation time over the summer break to be with the boy and teach him to swim before he goes to summer camp. Orion and Hugh meet Quigley and a deep friendship develops. For two weeks they spend time together at the swimming pool and the park, getting to know each other.
Quigley and Hugh are intensely attracted to each other, but Orion has already been rejected by his mother. Hugh can’t possibly let the child be less than his top priority now. Is their romance doomed?

BUY Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_91&products_id=3928


WARNING PG13 EXCERPT!!!

Quigley was excited that Hugh and Orion had agreed to his invitation to the restaurant. He'd thought long and hard about how to move their relationship to the next level. Although he loved his job, in one way, going back to work would put a real blockage in his romance plans. He was incredibly attracted to Hugh, and Orion was a great kid, smart and bold, yet polite. But it was Hugh he so desperately wanted to know on a deeper level. They'd talked and laughed and had fun together nine times over two weeks, so surely that was long enough before they had a real date.
Of course, what he wanted was to be in bed with Hugh, to have Hugh pounding into his ass, sucking his cock. To lick and suck every inch of Hugh's delicious body, from his reddish-hair, down his muscled chest, to his long toes. Hugh had made no secret of the fact that he was bisexual. He seemed to be equally attracted to Quigley and, hopefully, would be ready to move to the next stage. Quigley just wasn't quite sure how sex would work with the boy present. Screaming orgasms wouldn't be possible. Hell, people with kids, even single parents, had sex all the time so there had to be a way around the problem.
Just thinking about Hugh's delightfully sculpted muscles, his strong thighs, sinewy calves, broad shoulders, and berry-brown nipples gave him the hard-on from hell. Quigley just knew his cock would be perfect. Several times as they'd been talking, he'd noticed Hugh's cock growing inside those red board shorts. It looked to be a most impressive package, and Quigley longed to suck every inch of it down his throat, to play with Hugh's balls, to slide a finger deep into Hugh's ass and watch his cum spurt over them both, then to lick it all up.
Even if they didn't get as far as fucking, Quigley was determined to kiss Hugh, to sink his tongue into the other man's mouth, to taste and tease that warm cavern, and to nibble his earlobes. Quigley wondered if Hugh realized just how sexy his earlobes were. His ears were perfectly shaped, a delicate pink, and begging to have a tongue thrust inside and teeth nibbling the edges.
Right now, the big question was what to wear. He'd heard how carefully Orion chose his clothes and wanted to do justice to this first date with Hugh and the child. A button-down shirt? Dress pants and dress shoes? Or loafers? Hmm.
He finally decided on navy dress pants, black dress shoes, and a pale blue button-down shirt left open at the neck with the cuffs rolled up. When he arrived at the Japanese Steakhouse, he was relieved to see Hugh had chosen cargo pants, not jeans, and that Orion looked very smart in long brown shorts and a tan shirt that complemented his flame-red hair.
But his gaze kept returning to Hugh, who looked absolutely luscious in his beige pants and cream shirt. Good enough to eat, and so delicious Quigley's cock was standing up and begging to be touched, his ass clenching with the need to be filled, his heart pounding with the hope that he would have the chance to tell Hugh of his desire to make love. Yeah, make love. He didn't just want to have sex with this man; he wanted them to make love together.
Orion was entranced by the display the chef put on. The man was a performer as much as a chef. He flipped and caught foods with his spatula, chopping mounds of vegetables with strokes so fast the human eye could scarcely follow his movements. Next, he arranged onion rings into a fire-shooting volcano. He concluded by flipping a shrimp through the air to land in the center of Orion's plate on top of a pile of noodles.
With their beef, onions, and noodles, they had cabbage, zucchini, bean sprouts, and garlic chips. They all ate every mouthful, and it was superb, but not half as superb as the delectable man sitting opposite him at the table. I'll die if we don't go to bed together tonight. I can't wait another day!
Fortunately, by the looks Hugh was shooting him, Hugh's mind was running along the same pathway as his.


BUY Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_91&products_id=3928

Berengaria