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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Welcome author H.C. Brown!
YGR: My Purrfect Alphas is your newest release. Can you give us a glimpse into the book?
H.C: This is the second in the Pride Brothers series, a continuation of Purr-fect Seduction.
YGR: What inspired you to write the novel?
H.C: I wanted to create a different shifter, one that could move between worlds. Purr-fect Seduction plagued my dreams for about a year before I wrote it. The Knight Watch princes are all different and I have many hot adventures lined up for them.
YGR: Is fantasy erotic romance the only genre you write? If so why?
H.C: I love fantasy. I like to create worlds and characters that don't fit into any particular type. If I want an orange skinned man with a tail, I can have him. I also write contemporary, gay, erotic romance- Hot Damn!.- A Long Hot Delicious Slide. Betrothed to the Enemy and Forbidden in the Forbidden Love anthology are Historical romance .All the above are with Noble Romance Publishing. I'm published in mystery as well- Murder By Design with Pocket Book Publishing (Australia).
YGR: Do you have anything new in the works?
H.C. -Yes I've just submitted the first a M/M spin off series, using some of the characters from Purr-fect Seduction. WIP include two erotic fantasy Romances, and another contemporary gay romance set in Australia - this time my guys are very hot fireman.
YGR: What advice would you give unpublished writers?
H.C.: 1) Join a critique group, work with someone within the same genre.
2) Polish, polish, polish.
3) Learn from rejections, don't give up and sulk.
4)Try to improve every word you write.
5) Research Publishers/ Agents before you send submissions.
6) Never give up. It's very unusual to get accepted straight away, most of us have been writing for many years before we received the call.
YGR: What is your writing process like?
HC.: Outline- Names of characters, places -rough plot of story. I write a minimum of 2000 words a day. I edit/ polish each chapter as I go to keep continuity. I print up the final draft and read it aloud, do edits then put it away for a week or so then re-read and edit again then submit.
YGR: Where do you get your inspiration?
H.C.: Dreams, music, walking on the beach mostly.
YGR: When you set aside your work in progress for the day, what sort of books do you like to read.
H.C.: I read a wide variety of ebooks, I think I have over two hundred but I like audio books, mainly because my eyes are too tired to read most days. In these I like Diana Gabaldon, Nora Roberts, Karen Robards.
YGR: Where can we find you on the net?
YGR: Where can we find out more about your books?
H.C. Brown: On my web page or blog. All my current releases are at Noble Romance Publishing, drop by and read an excerpt.
Thank you for having me today :-)
Blurb: Dr. Elizabeth Clark's life is turned upside down, when she is kidnapped by the Druiks, and taken to Druik Void, in a future realm. Caged like an animal, in a laboratory filled with humanoid specimens from other dimensions, she endures experimental surgery. Seduced by Zandor and Thryll, two very sexy shape-shifters trapped with her, she is persuaded to escape Will Beth survive the frantic journey to the Gate and safety? Or, will she fall prey to the insatiable shifters?
Beth welcomed the warmth of the sun on her body and sat on a ledge to dangle her feet in the pond. She tipped back her head to watch water tumble from the rock face. It glistened as it passed between the mossy boulders and fell in a constant trickle. A cool breeze rustled the palm trees; she turned her head and froze. A naked man lay stretched out on a massive boulder, only a few feet away. His face broke into a grin at her astonishment.
Beth took a deep breath to steady her nerves. This man had cat-like fangs. Another Pride male. He rose gracefully and swaggered toward her. She trembled, looking around furtively for escape. He stood well over six-foot-five, with a body of burnished muscle. He moved closer and tossed a ponytail of angelic hair over one shoulder. The bunch of long, cherubic curls were drawn back at the nape and curled around elegant, pointed ears.
A wave of panic gripped her, but when he drew near and fixed his attention on her with a sultry gaze, she relaxed. He doesn't look too threatening and at least he's not a Ram. She bit her lip, aroused by the mist of sweat glistening across his glorious, sun-kissed skin. She noticed he had precisely the same muscle bulk as Zandor. White scars traced his right arm and numerous battle scars on his torso added intrigue to his magnificence. She licked her lips. This man is all male.
She trembled when he stopped a breath away, lifted his head, and sniffed the air, mouth open as if to taste her scent. He flashed a brilliant smile and indigo twilight eyes, beneath long tawny lashes, considered her with a touch of amusement.
"Well, Elizabeth?" His deep, sultry voice extended each syllable in her name.
Beth jumped up and glared at this naked perfection.
"Well, what? Who are you and how do you know my name?"
"You want to touch me, don't you? Come now, sweetness, don't be shy." He inclined his head regally at her and held out his hand in encouragement.
Beth stared into his hooded eyes and he began to emit hypnotic sandalwood pheromones, making her knees turn to jelly. He's doing that thing Zandor does with his scent. She looked up at him and smiled, drawn to him with a ferocious intensity, as if he were her lover. Good Lord, what’s going on? I'm a doctor and I’m twenty-five years old. I'm not a gullible virgin and I should not feel like this. Should I?
"Your skin is like peaches and cream," he said, reaching out and trailing one finger down her cheek.
She resisted the temptation to turn and suck his finger into her mouth. She groaned with need when he pulled her against his hard chest and his large, warm hands splayed across her back. Her intention to object to his touch had dissolved with incredible speed. Sighing, she drew in more of his delectable scent. She wanted this man, in bed, or on the ground, right now.
"I'm Thryll of Lonza," he purred in her ear.
"What's happening to me?"
"You need me, Elizabeth; does not my scent entice you? Haven't you searched for one such as me all your life?"
"Well, I . . . ."
She gasped when he chuckled and the hospital gown fell from her shoulders. She couldn't make her mouth form the words of protest as he stripped the garment from her body. She felt intoxicated and her entire body trembled with craven desire for this stranger.
"Come bathe with me; I can smell Zandor on you," he insisted as he led her toward the pond.
"You know Zandor?"
"Very well." He sighed and stopped at the edge of the pool. He turned toward her, cradled her head in his large palm and pressed his lips against her ear."They watch us. Hush and all will be well." He whispered softly then traced her earlobe with his tongue. He lifted her into his arms and strode into the deep pond.
The cold water did nothing to cool her passion. She wanted him; she craved him. Has he cast an erotic spell over me? Did she care? No.
He bent his head to kiss her.
Hungry for his embrace, she opened her mouth to taste him. His luscious, full lips slid across her own. She twisted against his superb body, wanting more, sucking in his probing, masterful tongue. Delicious, hot, and spicy. His lips drew a silken caress over hers. She moaned and pressed against him, drawn like a moth to the flame, and released a shuddering breath when he pulled her closer, grinding his hard body against her entire length. His hands slid down her back in a move so filled with passion, it was as if he caressed her intimate heat. Waves of pleasure surged through her core. Oh . . . my . . . God. His mouth closed over hers again, drawing her into a sexual vise. She mewed. Deep, carnal sensations rippled through her, so intense, so fantastic, his kiss alone drew her to orgasm. What are you doing, Beth? She untangled herself from his grip and gasped. Oh, this is not good. His deep blue eyes had changed to molten amber and he looked down at her with ferocious intensity. She pushed her hands hard against his chest. Under her palms, a tremor rushed through his body, his heart pounded against her fingers.
"Thryll, are you okay?"
"This is not possible." He reached out to touch her face, rough fingers so tender in a sweet caress. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest and he shook his head slowly. His head jerked up toward the glass doors to the bedroom. "You've sent me my bond mate. What depraved joke is this? This is not in our agreement, Pic." He bellowed and stormed out of the pond. The water swirled and great waves crashed against her legs in his wake.
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