NEW RELEASE: TEMPESTUOUS TIDE BY LM BROWN

Blurb:

Bound by a curse, two mermen find the greatest love of their lives, but can they keep it?

Justin is a merman who has been raised on land. He hates his fins and wants nothing to do with his heritage.

Lucas is an ambitious merman who has lived his whole life in Atlantis. He has spent his adulthood hiding his sexuality because homosexual relationships are forbidden in the underwater city. Now he has been sent on a mission by King Nereus to locate his oldest son and bring him back to Atlantis to take his place as the heir to the throne.

Although his mission seems impossible, Lucas finds help from the Atlantean Goddess of Love, little knowing that she has her own reasons for bringing Lucas and Justin together.
Justin is no stranger to immortals, having been raised by two of them, but he has no idea of the consequences of angering the Goddess of Love. When he insults her, she curses him to find love only to lose it forever shortly after. As the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, Justin isn’t overly concerned, at least until Lucas enters his life and he sees how the curse will end.

Together they could have the greatest love of their lives, but only if they can appease the furious goddess before their time runs out.

Available now from Pride PublishingAmazon.comAmazon.co.uk and ARe

EARLY DOWNLOAD: TEMPESTUOUS TIDES BY LM BROWN

Blurb: 

Book two in the Merman & Magic series

Bound by a curse, two mermen find the greatest love of their lives, but can they keep it?

Justin is a merman who has been raised on land. He hates his fins and wants nothing to do with his heritage.

Lucas is an ambitious merman who has lived his whole life in Atlantis. He has spent his adulthood hiding his sexuality because homosexual relationships are forbidden in the underwater city. Now he has been sent on a mission by King Nereus to locate his oldest son and bring him back to Atlantis to take his place as the heir to the throne.

Although his mission seems impossible, Lucas finds help from the Atlantean Goddess of Love, little knowing that she has her own reasons for bringing Lucas and Justin together.
Justin is no stranger to immortals, having been raised by two of them, but he has no idea of the consequences of angering the Goddess of Love. When he insults her, she curses him to find love only to lose it forever shortly after. As the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, Justin isn’t overly concerned, at least until Lucas enters his life and he sees how the curse will end.

Together they could have the greatest love of their lives, but only if they can appease the furious goddess before their time runs out.

Available for early download at Amazon.com andhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/Tempestuous-Tides-Mermen-Magic-Book-ebook/dp/B013BZEIG2/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1438772849&sr=1-1&keywords=tempestuous+tides+l+m+brown

NEW RELEASE: POTIONS & PRISON (FAIRY TALES FOR ALL #2) BY LM BROWN

Blurb:

When John visits a witch, he accidentally becomes trapped in a prison with her handsome and engaging grandson. The spark between them ignites into passion, but can John live his life in a prison and would Mathias ask him to?

When John the woodcutter realises he is about to lose the love of his life, he seeks out the wicked witch of the Enchanted Forest, hoping to buy a love potion to win his lover back. The witch refusing to help is only the start of his problems, for–on the stroke of midnight–the witch’s cottage vanishes from the Enchanted Forest with him in it.

Mathias is the grandson of a wicked witch and, like his mother and grandmother, he is cursed to be trapped in the cottage in a desolate wasteland for the rest of his life. He and the cottage only return to the Enchanted Forest on Midsummer Day each year. The last thing he needs is an unexpected house guest.

Thrown together for a year, the spark between the two men soon ignites into passion, but can John live the rest of his life in a prison and would Mat even ask him to?

Available now at Fireborn Publishing, Amazon.com, .co.uk and ARe

NEW RELEASE: LET YOUR HAIR DOWN BY L M BROWN

Blurb:

When Prince Aiden sets out to rescue a princess, the last thing he expects to find is a cross-dressing artist named Robert. Can he set aside his fears and find the fairy tale ending he longs for?

In a world where fairy stories are historical fact, Prince Aiden is on a quest to find a princess to rescue and bring home as his bride. Deep in the Enchanted Forest, he finds Robert, a cross-dressing artist who lives alone in his tower. Mistaking him for a woman, Prince Aiden is determined to have Robert as his bride.

When the prince of his dreams shows up at Robert’s tower he is far from happy, especially when the handsome prince refuses to believe he is a man. Can he convince Prince Aiden to love him as the man he is, or is their happily ever after doomed from the start?

Excerpt: (as taken from Fireborn Publishing’s website)

Prince Aiden rode at the head of the small party of riders. They had entered the Enchanted Forest an hour earlier and were making extremely slow progress. Every few yards they travelled some creature darted into their path, spooking the horses and causing delay. The trolls were definitely the worst of the bunch; Aiden was sure they were jumping out on purpose.

“Your Highness, I must insist we bear east.”

Aiden ignored the whining of the priest from the back of the party, lest he be tempted to feed him to the next big bad wolf they came across. He knew exactly what was due east and if his parents wanted him to bring a bride back to the castle, then heading towards the fire-breathing dragon was the wrong way to go about it. Any princess daft enough to get herself captured by a dragon was on her own.

His best friend, Lord Marcus, drew up his horse alongside Aiden. “Obviously you’re avoiding the dragon, but just out of curiosity, which fair maiden are you planning on rescuing?”

Aiden grinned. “I thought Rapunzel might be an easy rescue.”

“I thought she was guarded by a witch?”

“There aren’t any actual witches these days. She’s probably just bored out of her mind and waiting for her prince to come carry her off into the sunset.”

Marcus shook his head and laughed loudly. From the back of the group, the priest was still calling out to head east. “Tell me again why you brought him along.”

Aiden grimaced. “My parents insisted. They’re still annoyed about Elisabeth changing her mind on the way back to the castle.”

“You never did tell me what you said to her to scare her into riding off in the dead of night.”

“I didn’t say anything to her. She’s probably just flighty. I told Mother I hadn’t any intention of travelling so far this time, but they don’t want to take any chances. I’m under orders to get a ring on this new bride’s finger before we travel home.”

“How far is it to the tower?” Marcus asked.

“Only a few more hours ride. I intend to be home in time for supper.”

“If that’s the case, why did you bring the cook?”

Aiden ignored Marcus’s question and spurred his horse on. Just because he liked to plan ahead; there was no need for snide comments from friends who should know better.

He was pretty sure they were lost, not that he would ever admit it, when they finally stumbled across something vaguely resembling a path.

“It’s about time,” Marcus said, as they started down the dusty track.

“I told you we should have turned east,” the priest called from the back. “We’d have been at the castle hours ago if you’d just listened to me.”

Aiden, who had perfected the art of selective hearing over the last few hours, ignored him.

They continued down the path for nearly half an hour until they reached a break in the trees. At the edge of the clearing was a wooden sign reading True Love’s Tower.

“Perfect.” Aiden pointed to the sign. “No dragons, no witches, just true love ready and waiting for me to claim it.”

“If you say so,” Marcus said. “Can we hurry this up? I’m getting peckish.”

Aiden was rather hungry himself and nodded his agreement. Ahead of them stood the tower. The grey stone building looked well-kept and rather quaint, though he was not impressed with the location. In the middle of the forest, with no other sign of civilisation, it was far too quiet for his liking. There were four floors to the tower, the highest of which was above the tree level. The topmost window of the tower appeared larger than the rest, and it was through the wide opening that Aiden first caught a glimpse of the damsel in distress. With long blonde hair and a pale pink gown, she flitted in and out of sight as she awaited her rescuer. He pointed up at the window.

“Do you see her?”

Marcus squinted in the direction he indicated. “Not very clearly. For all you know, she might be a troll.”

“She will be beautiful, as is fitting for my bride.” Aiden wasn’t even going to contemplate the alternative. “Now, watch how it’s done and maybe one day you’ll be rescuing a fair maiden of your own.”

Marcus climbed down from his horse and directed the men to set up a small camp.

“Excellent idea,” Aiden declared. “Set up the altar over near the flowerbed, and I’ll go fetch the blushing bride.”

* * * *

Robert sat on the stool in the room at the top of the tower that had been his home for his entire life. He chewed on the end of a paintbrush as he studied the partially completed portrait on the easel in front of him. The eyes weren’t quite right, but he wasn’t sure how to fix them. He was distracted, and his mind hadn’t been on his work all day. His mother would have said it was his latent magic warning him something was about to happen. He was more inclined to believe it was hunger pangs from skipping breakfast in his eagerness to paint. He turned to clean his brushes, intending to come back to the painting later.

Humming softly, he glanced out the window, enjoying the peace and beauty of his surroundings. The beauty remained, but the peace was suddenly shattered by the sound of hooves coming from below.

Robert never had guests, only lost travellers and misguided idiots ever made it here.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” The deep, rich voice yelled from the ground, scaring the nearby birds from the trees.

Robert rolled his eyes. “Great, another one.” That made three so far this month and May wasn’t nearly over yet.

He supposed he only had himself to blame really. He stepped away from the window and turned to the mirror, smoothing out the faded, rose-coloured lady’s gown he was wearing. With his penchant for dressing in women’s garments, combined with his waist length, blond hair, many a traveller mistook him for a maiden. He ignored the shout from below and waited for the men to depart.

Available now from Fireborn PublishingAmazon.comAmazon.co.uk, and ARe

One Perfect Wish by L.M. Brown

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Blurb:

Playing the part of another man’s husband to fulfil a wish is easy, but what happens at midnight when the magical day is over?

Scott Baxter is a workaholic with no time for love, until a djinn pulls him out of his life and deposits him into the bed of Cameron Kirk. Cut off from his life, Scott isn’t happy about the idea of being forced to help the djinn grant an unspecified wish, but he soon finds he has no real choice in the matter. The djinn, who has turned his life upside down, has powers that prevent Scott from leaving and ensure he does nothing to ruin Cameron’s day with his ‘husband’.

Reluctant at first, Scott finds that as the day progresses he starts to enjoy playing the role of Cameron’s husband. He connects with his unexpected lover in a way he never has with other men.

Scott searches for clues to help him track down Cameron after the day is over and he returns to his own life. He doesn’t want the day to end, but the wish is out of his control and when the magic is finished his time with Cameron may be over too.

Excerpt:

Scott Baxter woke with a strange feeling something wasn’t quite right. Half asleep and with his eyes still closed, he tried to figure out what could be different. The bed seemed too soft and far more luxurious than the cheap hotel mattress he vaguely recalled crashing on the night before. A thick duvet covered him and he could feel warmth similar to the heat that usually came from another body close up against him. He couldn’t recall ever waking in a hotel with such contentment as he felt this morning.

After working nearly forty-eight hours straight, he had flown back to England on the red eye, practically sleepwalked to a taxi, and had finally fallen into bed exhausted. Long overdue for a break, he told himself he’d take one after his latest consulting project had been completed. He told himself the same thing every time, even though he knew his boss would have another job lined up for him before the final work had been finished on this one.

“Morning,” a sleepy voice murmured into his ear.

Scott froze. His unexpected bedmate moved and Scott noticed he had some serious morning wood pressed against his arse.

He opened his eyes. Only his companion’s arm wrapped around Scott’s chest stopped him falling out of bed from the shock. Had the relentless pressure of his job finally caused him to snap?

The hotel room had vanished and instead he appeared to be in someone’s house. The drapes over the patio doors had been pulled back and a snow-covered garden stretched toward a frozen pond. Light snow fell from the cloudy sky. The landscape outside the doors seemed more like January than May.

“Scott, are you okay?”

Scott didn’t know what to say. Had he been drugged and kidnapped? And if so, why? He wasn’t anyone important and his family didn’t have the money to pay any ransom.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a second voice said. Like the first, this voice also belonged to a man, though he seemed to have a slight accent Scott couldn’t place.

Scott wondered how many men he had climbed into bed with last night, before he saw the second speaker stood at the end of the bed with his arms folded across his bare chest. With baggy silk trousers and golden metal cuffs on his wrists, he could have stepped straight out of Arabian Nights.

“What the hell is going on?” Scott shouted as he tried to untangle himself from the arms of the man sharing his bed. His companion wasn’t exactly helping him and instead seemed to be frozen in place like a statue. He poked the man with a finger. His skin felt normal, yet the other man didn’t react at all.

“You’re here to fulfill a wish,” the man at end of the bed told him. “I’m a djinn and I’m here to explain your present situation.”

Scott stopped contemplating the statue man beside him. “Excuse me?”

The djinn nodded. “I’m sure you’ve heard of my kind. We grant wishes to those who summon us. Well, I’m here because someone wished for you.”

A headache started behind Scott’s eyes. He didn’t have time for this nonsense. “I don’t believe in magic.”

New Release: My Boyfriend’s An Alien

My Boyfriend's An Alien

Print Release 31 January 2014 pre-order here

Blurb

 

Zak, an alien from the planet Trimmeron, is a member of a race of beings who transform into other species during their years of puberty. It’s customary for the youngsters to be fostered to the worlds native to their new forms, to study and learn about the races who will play an important part in their lives.

When Zak turns into a human, it comes as a surprise to everyone, for only one other before him has ever done so. Nevertheless he is sent to Earth, a world he views as primitive and barbaric. He arrives with a chip on his shoulder and attitude to spare. He does not believe that anyone on Earth could have anything to teach him.

When Zak meets college student Sam he soon discovers he has a lot to learn, not only about humans, but also about himself.

Trapped on an unfamiliar world and in a strange body that seems to have a mind of its own, Zak has no idea what is happening to him—only that Sam seems to be the key to the strange afflictions he is suffering from.

But can an alien find love with a human being?

 

Excerpt

Zak practically ran from the office, the swelling in his trousers even more painful than it had been before he’d gone into the room.

He dug the map of the college out of his backpack and looked for the showers. He knew they were there somewhere.

“Where are you?” he muttered to himself as he searched the map, finally locating them on the ground floor near the sports complex. “Yes!”

He hurried down the corridor and raced down the stairs. Most of the students from the last sports class were getting changed back into their clothes. A few still lingered in the showers, washing off the grime and sweat of their lesson. Zak stripped off his clothes and hopped into the showers, determined to get rid of this problem once and for all.

Out of the corner of his eye Zak could see a few of the other young men looking in his direction. He ignored them and leant forward, bracing one hand against the wet tiles. He gripped his penis with his other hand and stroked up and down the length in the same way that the man on the computer screen had done. It was too dry so Zak reached across and turned on the shower. The water made it a little smoother going, but he wasn’t entirely sure he was doing it properly.

Zak tried to recall what he had seen on the monitor and remembered that one of the images was of a man using both hands, one to touch his length and the other to cup his testicles. Since he needed one hand to brace himself against the wall, he let go of his dick and directed his attention towards his balls, squeezing them and learning to his surprise that it felt pretty good.

He shivered as he found a particularly sensitive spot. Damn, this human body was like nothing he had ever had before. It was so responsive to his touch. Why hadn’t he tried a little exploration before now?

Of course the answer was simple—until now he had not been interested in the body he was stuck in. It had been merely a vessel and something he had to endure.

Now he saw things differently. He needed to touch every single spot and discover all of its secrets.

Suddenly the image popped into his head of Sam being the one doing the touching. Sam’s fingers ghosting over his cock and touching him intimately. Sam stroking his back and arse and all those places Zak couldn’t quite get to. Were there any more spots just out of his reach that he and Sam could discover together?

He returned his attention back to his erection, stroking the length more rapidly as he strained to reach some pinnacle he didn’t completely understand. He felt out of control, his body no longer entirely his own.

“Sam,” he groaned as he touched himself. “Oh, God, Sam!”

His legs buckled and he braced himself to stop from falling to the ground. His vision blurred as he lost what little control he had left and semen shot from the end of his penis, hitting the tiles opposite him.

When he had recovered himself a little, Zak became aware of the sound of clapping and laughter behind him. He turned to see a crowd of students in various stages of undress watching him with wide eyes and open mouths. He had a feeling he had done something wrong again, even though all he’d done was follow Darren’s advice.

 

 

 

 

My Favourite Book by LM Brown

Lost in Another Time

For me, nothing compares to a good historical romance to firmly ensure that I know what country I am reading about.  I enjoy contemporary romances as well, but sometimes the ‘flavour’ of the countries they are set in has been removed so thoroughly it is actually hard to tell whether the setting is England, America or even somewhere else. I recall reading one story a while ago (not a gay romance) where I actually thought the country was the US until a random mention in the middle of the Eiffel Tower.

Now I am not saying all contemporaries are hard to place the location of.  Some writers bring the country they are writing about to life very well indeed. Some even manage to get those books published while still maintaining the flavour of the country after it has been through numerous rounds of editing. Kudos to those who succeed.

However, when it comes to the historical genre it is a whole different matter.  Yes, editors can and do remove the British spellings and terminology, but when you’re reading a story set during, for example, the Regency period in London, you know you are there because it spills from every page. As soon as a king or queen of England is mentioned, you know exactly when and where you are.  Or at least I do, since I am a bit of a history fanatic.

My favourite time periods are Stuart and Tudor England and I was delighted this year to discover new books set in the latter era.

The Actor and the Earl by Rebecca Cohen is the first book in a trilogy, which is followed up by Duty to the Crown. The third and final book isn’t out until next year and I can’t wait. (I am hoping for even more than three, but that’s because I am unbelievably greedy.)

Set in Tudor England and drawing heavily from Shakespeare (who is surprisingly not one of my favourite writers – I know, I’m a traitor to my English heritage!) the story of Sebastian and Anthony kept me glued to my ereader long into the night.

To tell you a little about the story, hopefully without giving too much away, Sebastian is an actor on the stage where he plays female roles.  In this time period men playing female roles were, of course, common place since women were not generally allowed on the stage, Gwyneth Paltrow in Shakespeare in Love notwithstanding.

However, Sebastian is nineteen years old and know he won’t be able to play these roles for much longer. His days in female wigs and feminine clothing are drawing to an end.  Or are they?

Sebastian unexpectedly finds himself playing the part of a female off the stage when he takes the place of his twin sister to save the reputation of his family and pay off the debts of his deceased father.

Anthony, the Earl of the title of the first book, is the man Sebastian tries to fool into thinking he is his twin sister. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Anthony is smart enough to figure out the deception before it gets very far.  He suggests Sebastian continues his role as Anthony’s ‘wife’ and thus their relationship begins.

Sebastian and Anthony are two men who fall in love in a time when relationships between two men could mean the end of their lives. Sebastian in particular is in a very vulnerable position, because unlike Anthony he doesn’t have the connections that could save his life if they were to be caught. The one rule for the rich and another for the poor is an unfortunate fact of life.

Many historical romances of the male/male variety have a tendency to gloss over the whole illegality of homosexual relations issue.  Rebecca Cohen does not.  Although she does not dwell on the danger the men are in for page after page, the fear of what would happen if Sebastian’s charade were to be discovered is ever present in the background.

And that is one of the major reasons why I love this series.  There is no way to forget what era and country and I am reading about.  Nothing in the story makes me wonder if it is in fact set in an alternate type of historical world where homosexual relationships are in fact taking place all around and everyone turns a blind eye.

With a story about two Elizabethan men who are involved in a very dangerous and potentially scandalous relationship you would think the books would be heavy on the drama and not much else, but this is not the case at all. In fact, there is a delightful amount of comedy in the stories as you read about the tangled lives of Anthony, Sebastian and their contemporaries.

As a man playing the role of a female, Sebastian doesn’t expect to get the attention of admirers, but unfortunately for him, there are those who are eager to get to know him better, both as a man and as a woman.  Yes, there is danger in others discovering his charade, but the way the dilemma is handled is actually very amusing at times as well.

Shakespearian romps hold little interest for me, but Rebecca Cohen’s Elizabethan romp had me hooked from the start.

I absolutely adore the first two books in the series and while I will be pouncing on the final book in the trilogy as soon as it is out, I will be very sad to leave the world created by Ms Cohen and hope *HINT HINT* there are many more books to come.

I thoroughly recommend immersing yourself in Elizabethan England some time in the very near future, if you aren’t already fan-girling over this series like me that is.

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LM Brown:

I live in England, in a quaint little village that time doesn’t seem to have touched. No, wait a minute- that’s the retirement biography. Right now I am in England in a medium sized town that no one has ever heard of, so I won’t bore you with the details. Keeping me company are numerous sexy men. I just wish that they weren’t all inside my head.

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