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

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

I've been interviewed!

I'm visiting Christina Tetreault today talking about writing books.

http://happilyeverafter-cgtetreault.blogspot.com/2013/12/interview-with-erotic-romance-author.html

Please drop by
Berengaria

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

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

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.
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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

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

A Little Light Loving

I'm visiting Charity Parkinson today, talking about my MM werewolf holiday story, "A Little Light Loving".

http://charity-thesinners.blogspot.com.au/2013/12/a-little-light-loving-with.html


Please drop by.
Berengaria