Gay Travel Inc. Time for an exotic vacation romance

Over the years my day job has involved a lot of travel, not just inside the state, or even in the United States, but around the world.
Now, before you start jealously sticking pins in a wax Berengaria doll, please remember that I went to these places for WORK. Mostly what I saw was a lot of airports, and far too many conference rooms, which all look pretty much the same. Sometimes I couldn’t even remember where I was because the surroundings were so similar to everywhere else. Think McDonalds. The McDonalds in Cleveland looks the same as the McDonalds in Akron, looks the same as the McDonalds in Baltimore, and in London, Paris, Nairobi—I’m sure you get the picture.
But every now and then I managed to carve out a few days of sightseeing between business meetings and to actually enjoy visiting the places where I was.
Like many authors, I’m always thinking “what if?” One day I thought, “What if a travel company sent people around the world looking for love? Where would they go?”
The characters that immediately arrived in my head clamoring for their happy ending were all male. I write MM, FF, ménage, and MF so I’m used to writing the HEA the characters demand, but I hadn’t actually pictured a Gay Travel agency, until I began to think how awesome that might be. And what problems gay lovers might have finding romance around the world.
It was hard to narrow down my favorite destinations to just four very different places, all extremely romantic. But hey, that leaves open the possibility that one day in the future, Tyler Robbins might decide to send out more men in search of their own romance.

Gay Travel Inc. Book 1: Gay Lovers in Paris (MM) by Berengaria Brown

Blurb: Sean Zagorc’s boss, Tyler Robbins the owner of Gay Travel Inc., sends him to Paris to write about gay romance in the City of Lovers. Tyler expects him to send multiple tweets every day about romantic scenery, romantic venues, romantic meals, romantic everything. How can Sean do that without a partner?
Elementary school teacher Antoine Dupre nursed both his elderly parents until they passed. Now he has a week’s vacation in Paris before selling the family home and finding a job. He’s on a very strict budget, and plans to spend most of his time in the Louvre looking at the exhibits.
Fate brings them together and Antoine is attracted to the American in the business suit. He agrees to help Sean take a few pictures, maybe spend a day together visiting somewhere suitable for Sean’s work like the Eiffel Tower. That should be romantic enough for Tyler, shouldn't it?

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Gay Travel Inc. Book 2: Gay Lovers on Safari (MM) by Berengaria Brown
Tyler Robbins, the owner of Gay Travel Inc., decides to send four of his best—and single—travel agents to different continents to report on romantic travel venues. He sends Preston Bennetts to Kenya on a safari. Preston is excited by the idea until he discovers that homosexuality is illegal in Kenya. How is he supposed to complete his assignment? Fortunately he meets Austin and Ryan Holder. Austin has always wanted to visit Africa and Ryan has accompanied him because the old man is getting frail. But they’re both great company and Ryan agrees to help Preston.
Their constant search for romantic photo opportunities has Preston and Ryan thinking lustful thoughts about each other. That absolutely can’t happen in Kenya though. Any sign of gay activity could have them sent to jail.
Will taking pictures of the Big Five game animals satisfy Tyler and prevent Preston and Ryan from touching each other?

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Coming on 7 January!

“Gay Travel Inc.” Book 3, “Gay Lovers Down Under” (MM)

Tyler Robbins, the owner of Gay Travel Inc., decides to send four of his best—and single—travel agents to different continents to report on romantic travel venues there. Quentin Wood is sent to Australia but after twenty-two hours of flights and a fourteen hour time zone change he’s exhausted. Add to that he can’t understand a word of the mangled English his guide, Justin Cook, uses.
Juz likes the look of his sexy new client, if he’d just relax a little. Juz is determined to show the man he calls Woody all the sights, including some more intimate personal ones.
Quentin can’t get his head around the idea of driving two thousand miles in two days to visit some place where the temperature sits above one hundred degrees for six months straight. Tyler has sent him to Hell. But if this is Hell, that means Justin’s the devil, and he’s a mighty attractive devil.

Pre-order link: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/gay-lovers-down-under



STORY EXCERPT from Book 1, "Gay Lovers in Paris".

Sean had intended to go to bed after he’d unpacked his luggage. But common sense told him that to get over any jetlag he needed to adjust to Paris time as fast as possible. It was evening, but it wasn’t bedtime yet. So a walk might help him see some of the nightlights of Paris as well as tire him out. Although it’d felt like he’d done plenty of walking around three airports already today. But walking outside would be much more enjoyable and he’d spent more than eight hours sitting on the plane as well today so he ought to get some exercise.
He Googled the map of the eighth arrondissement on his cell phone and marked a walk that was a round trip of about three miles. That was plenty for this evening.
Sean wound his way through narrow, cobblestoned streets filled with old stone houses. Buildings here were limited to 121 feet in height, about five or maybe six stories, and the old-world flavor had been retained, giving it great atmosphere. Sean snapped off half a dozen pictures, trying to show the bright starry sky as well as the ancient stone buildings with their window boxes full of flowers. Other areas of the city permitted tall buildings, but Sean found he liked the feel of this area. It was unique and definitely fitted a romantic theme. That would please Tyler.
Sean reached the Champs-Élysées and began walking down it, enjoying the crowds out walking, the warm summer night, and the busy, yet happy atmosphere. When he reached the Obelisk of Luxor, he stopped to read about all the machinery and effort needed to move the huge piece of stone. He stepped back to take a picture and then moved sideways an inch at a time, wanting the lights still on the obelisk for his picture, but also some of the starry sky behind it for romantic effect.
He groaned when he saw his photo, after all his efforts, had come out blurry and deleted it. A diffident voice behind him asked, “You don’t have the selfie stick. Would you like me to take the picture with you in it?”
Sean whirled around. He’d been told the French preferred foreigners to use their language, yet here was someone speaking English with a strong French accent.
“Thanks for offering. I suppose I’d better buy a selfie stick tomorrow. But what I really need is a clear picture of the obelisk, with stars in the background.”
He also didn’t want to hand his cell phone to a stranger, no matter how polite. It had everything he needed for his work on it, as well as far too much personal data to risk someone hacking into it. So he shook his head and dropped his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
“Let me try,” the persistent man said, worrying Sean even more. As unobtrusively as possible he buttoned his jacket. Not only would someone need to reach inside his coat now, but even if he was moving it couldn’t flap open.
However, the man pulled out his own cell phone and waved Sean over to stand in front of the monument. It was so enormous it would be almost impossible to get a complete picture of it from any closer than this.
The man’s hair shone blond in the bright lights as he patiently moved this way and that and then held up a hand. Sean turned slightly to smile at him, still a little wary that someone would jump him and try to rob him, but no one was close to him. The man hurried across and showed him the picture.
“It’s perfect, thanks. Can you message it to me, please?”
“Of course.”
He gave his cell phone number and a moment later it dinged and there was the picture. “That’s perfect. Amazing.” Sean smiled his thanks to the stranger.
The man was grinning happily. Despite his brain telling him to remain wary, Sean held out his hand. “Sean.”
“Antoine.”
“Can I buy you a coffee? I saw a café just along here a little way.”
“Thank you, I’d like that.”

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Berengaria Brown

Gypsy's Wolf: ONE STORY, 25 AUTHORS, INFINITE POSSIBILITIES…

25 of Siren Publishing’s hottest ManLove authors have come together to bring you a paranormal story with intrigue, wolf shifters, elves, magic, and a mating so sizzling hot, it took 25 authors just to write it.
Such a fantastic undertaking needs a spectacular ending. As such, everyone involved in this endeavor has agreed to donate 100% of the proceeds from this book. The charities we are focusing on tackle homelessness in young LGBTQ people. It is estimated that there are at least 320,000 gay teens living on the streets of America today, many cast out by their families simply for who they are. So please join us in supporting a great cause.
This project was brought to you by…
ManLove Fantasies Authors
Stormy Glenn, Lynn Hagen, Jess Buffett, Alex Carreras, Olivia Black, Leah Blake, Cree Storm, Evelise Archer, E. A. Reynolds, Aeryn Jaden, Jane Wallace-Knight, Amara Lebel, Jordan Ashton, Berengaria Brown, Skye Michaels, Sydney Lain, Rennie Leigh, Frey Ortega, Bellann Summer, Andrew Jericho, Felicia Fern, Grace Ryles, Hennessee Andrews, Shea Balik, and Lyssa Samuels
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Gypsy's Wolf blurb:
Quad McDaniel’s life changed forever the night he was attacked by a wolf. Now, he turns furry every full moon. Avoiding red meat and anything that makes him aggressive is his prime goal in life. But when his convertible breaks down in some Podunk town, becoming the beast within is no longer a choice. It’s instinctive.
Gypsy Govanivinch just wants to live a quiet life in Trinity Valley, running his roadhouse tavern. He doesn’t need an overly aggressive shifter coming into his town and messing with his peaceful little world, no matter how gorgeous the man looked. 
Life never asked Quad or Gypsy what they wanted. It simply gave them what they needed, whether they agreed or not. Fate brought them together but it’s up to Quad and Gypsy to stay alive long enough to appreciate what they’ve been given. And when others work to prevent that, fighting together might be the only chance they have of surviving.

Story Excerpt:
Quad McDaniel threw his cell phone into the passenger seat and banged his head repeatedly against the steering wheel of his black Mercedes SL600 Roadster convertible. He couldn’t believe that his brand new car had broken down. He had just bought the damn thing two days ago. 
So much for the perfect car! 
And now his cell phone wouldn’t get any reception. Could his day get any worse?
He climbed from his car, slamming the door closed hard behind him in frustration. Looking around, he couldn’t see much in the dark, except for some glowing lights off in the distance. Resigned to his fate, Quad locked the car door and began walking toward the light.
When he reached the parking lot, he gazed up at the tavern sign…GG’s Roadhouse. Well, damn, he was in redneck hell. The multitude of pickup trucks and motorcycles in the gravel parking lot should have told him this. 
He heard loud music spill into the parking lot when a man dressed in tight jeans and a sleeveless flannel shirt walked outside. Quad knew his day wasn’t going to get any better when he watched the guy climb into his souped-up truck. He could only pray that there was a pay phone inside.
Like those exist anymore. 
He walked into the two-story roadhouse, stopping briefly right inside the doorway to look around the interior. He was actually surprised at how nice the place seemed. The first floor of the large room seemed to be broken into different sections. To the right of him was a large wooden bar that ran almost the entire length of the east wall with several intimate tables near the far end. 
Directly in front of him was a large wooden dance floor that went all the way to the far wall. The ceiling directly above the dance floor was two stories high with a wooden beamed ceiling and a large mirror that went from the first floor to the balcony on the second floor. To the front right corner of the dance floor was a DJ booth and karaoke setup. He could see several people dancing on the dance floor to the loud beat of the southern rock music playing.
Looking toward the second floor, he could see that it was in the shape of a square with the balcony overlooking the dance floor in the middle. There were also several tables and booths on the second floor, as well as pool tables. A few of those tables were being used by bikers and rednecks.
On each side of the dance floor on the back wall was a set of double doors leading out onto a wooden deck overlooking a clear blue lake. The second floor had double doors that he assumed led out to a balcony covering the deck.
Looking up the wide, wooden stairway to the left of the bar, he could see that directly above him must be the management offices, and below them, the restrooms. Just beyond the bathrooms, he could hear sounds coming from what he assumed was a working kitchen.
All in all, it was a pretty sweet setup. If this place were in his neighborhood, it would be an upper class restaurant. He could envision it with upscale clientele, waiters dressed in white shirts and ties, and a top class chef. It would make a lot of money. Too bad it was in the middle of nowhere, filled with rednecks and leather-clad bikers.
Quad strode toward the bar and took a seat at one of the vacant bar stools. He lifted his hand to signal the bartender and lost his train of thought. The sexiest man he'd ever laid eyes on stood at the other end of the bar.
He couldn’t have been more than five foot six and maybe a whopping one hundred and forty-five pounds. The stranger wasn’t a skinny bean poll like most of the twinks Quad knew. In fact, as far as he could tell, the bartender had lean muscle in all the right places. The man also had a seductive, wild beauty about him that called deeply to the primal alpha male in Quad.
Wisps of tendrils escaped the silken mass of long, braided snow-white hair and caressed the sides of his perfect high cheekbones. There was both a delicacy and a strength in his face. Pale green eyes were ringed by black lashes. His lips were full and rounded over even, white teeth, and smooth skin glowed with golden undertones.
Shapely thighs and a firm ass tapered into long straight legs. The man’s tight, faded blue jeans rode low on his hips. A ribbed, black tank top barely covered him from his collarbone down to just above his bellybutton. A thick, studded, black belt drew Quad’s attention to the man’s tight, flat muscular abdomen. 
Quad’s tongue almost fell out of his mouth when he spotted the little piercing in the twink’s bellybutton, which was encircled with a sunburst type tattoo. Oh, man, would he love to nibble on that.
A Celtic tattoo encircled one of the man’s smooth, left arms. That made two tattoos that Quad could see. He wondered how many more the gorgeous little man had. He would give almost anything to go on a treasure hunt and find each and every one.
“What’ll it be, honey?” Mr. Sexy asked with a silky, southern accent. His voice alone could mesmerize Quad. It was sexy and smooth, like aged whiskey. He could listen to him talk all day long. Quad wondered briefly if the man would sound the same during sex.
“Hey, honey, you just going to stare at me all day, or you gonna order something?” 
Quad just stared. He didn’t even blink when the little twink waved a hand in front of his face. He was too busy envisioning what he wanted to do to the man on any available flat surface.
“Honey, you okay?” 


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Berengaria Brown
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At Two Waters beach love is in the air all year round

The Beach Boys: Summer (MM)
Book 1 of “The Beach Boys” series

Blurb: Craig Darnell and Seth Tyler are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The moment they meet, the lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna…When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.
Just when they are beginning to evolve from sex partners into a genuine relationship, their romance is interrupted when Seth is called back to the school where he teaches, for a staff meeting about an unexpected school consolidation. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance. Is this the end for both of them? Was it nothing but a vacation fling after all?

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-beach-boys-summer

The Beach Boys: Fall
Saber Crouch is ready to settle down and find his soulmate. But everyone at Two Waters beach where he is vacationing is already with a partner or a family. Until he sees Moses Sandler.
Moses doesn’t believe he’s worthy of having a partner. He feels old and fat. His boyfriend left him and his sister told him he was likely to have a heart attack if he didn’t lose weight. Despite all this Moses can’t help being drawn to Saber.
The attraction between them is undeniable, even though Moses can’t believe he’s worthy of the attention of such a handsome, fit man as Saber. Nevertheless they progress at the speed of light from meeting, to touching, to bed. Not that they actually reach the bed. The sand is much closer and all they need is a flat surface.
Moses is very afraid this is going to be a one-night stand. Or, at the most, a few days’ fling.

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The Beach Boys: Winter (MM)
Outrageously gay Hudson Smith owns Hudson’s Clothing Store at Two Waters Beach. He loves his job but he wishes he had a partner to love. Elliott Greene is shy and unassertive. He’s here at the beach for a week’s vacation in mid-winter because everyone else at work wanted the warm weather for their vacation time. Elliott is cold and Hudson invites him into the store to warm up. They drink tea and talk, getting to know each other. Elliott ends up remaining in the store with Hudson all day long as they begin to get to know each other and share their stories.

Hudson is very attracted to his shy, blushing guest, and is proud when Elliott proves there’s a smart brain and a gentle humor hidden behind the bland façade. Meanwhile Elliott determines to follow his grandpop’s advice and stop being too nice to everyone and instead to ask for what he wants.

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The Beach Boys: Spring (MM)
Langley Gairdner is an attorney for the prestigious firm, Blackmore’s, disillusioned with his work trying to help criminals. Vidal Brookes aims to be extremely rich but he has a heart attack at age thirty. They’re both stuck at Two Waters beach, and bored. Playing golf fills an hour or two but nothing eases Vidal’s bitterness about his health and his grumpiness about everything in general, including the beard Lang has decided to grow, and his very long hair.

Sheer boredom propels them into each other’s company. Lang begins to see the ascerbic wit under Vidal’s complaining exterior, and Vidal appreciates Lang’s serenity about things that can’t be changed. Except his hair and beard. Vidal’s determined Lang will visit a barber as soon as he can arrange it.

As they spend time together, the next step, into bed, is inevitable. But will there ever be real understanding and genuine friendship between them? Lang will return to work soon and Vidal’s determined to do the same.

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Story excerpt: "The Beach Boys: Fall"

Moses Sandler pounded along the sand, putting all his effort into his running. The sweat band around his head wasn’t helping him one bit anymore, and sweat constantly dripped into his eyes. What’s more, his hair no longer lifted from his hot, sweaty neck as he ran, so he guessed it was too sweat-sodden to move. And still he ran, determined to get all the way to the cliffs, before turning back and slowing his pace.
First, his boyfriend had dumped him, saying he was getting old and fat. Then his sister had lectured him on eating properly so he didn’t die of a heart attack. When his favorite jeans had ripped when he bent over, Moses knew it was time to take action. His ex-boyfriend was a manipulative asshole, and his sister was a bossy bitch, but he’d loved those jeans and it was time to make a change.
His chest was heaving, his thigh muscles aching, and his shoulders were tight with tension when he finally made it to the rocky outcrop which marked the end of the Two Waters ocean-side beach. Gratefully Moses collapsed onto the sand stretching out full length on his back and breathing hard. He wiped his sweaty forearm over his face, not that it helped, and continued to heave air into his lungs for long minutes until the blood thumping in his head died down a little.
He rolled over and sat up, then grimaced at the sand stuck to his sweaty skin. “Damn. I’m going to need a swim to clean off.” He looked out to the water, noticing a man walking through the newly exposed sand toward the sandbar. The tide was a long way out, which was why he’d been able to run on the hard-packed sand, although there was still a stretch of water between where the tide had receded and the sand bar. He wasn’t much of a swimmer but likely he could walk that far. If he wanted to. He wasn’t sure he was ready to walk so far just for a swim though. Maybe he’d just jog slowly back to his hotel and the sand would fall off him as his skin dried. Or perhaps not.
Moses sighed and stood up again, wincing at the ache in his thigh muscles already. He was going to be stiff and sore tomorrow. Likely he shouldn’t have run quite so far and so hard today. Well, it was too late to worry about it. A bit of a soak in the sea would help soothe his muscles. He walked slowly out over the damp, rippled sand, then through the softer sand where there were still a few puddles and eddies of water, and finally out into the shallow sea.
He could see the other man more clearly now. He looked to be much the same age as himself, thirty-two, but he had an enviably lean body, and longish blond hair under a black baseball cap. In fact, the more he looked at the other man, the more he liked what he could see. Moses wondered why he was walking so slowly along the sandbar alone. Everyone else in this tourist town seemed to go around in groups or families, or at least pairs. This man didn’t seem to be hunting for a lost possession or anything, just looking at the sand as he walked very slowly along the sandbar.
Moses moved more purposefully now. Not that he planned to interrupt the stranger’s solitude, just that he liked the look of him and was happy to look more closely at the attractive man.
He wondered if the blond was naturally the right weight, one of those lucky people who could eat what he liked without the pounds attaching themselves to his belly and butt. Or if he was a gym junkie or fitness freak. Moses was pretty sure he could never form a relationship with someone whose entire life was framed by how many pounds he’d lifted in the gym that morning or how many miles he’d ridden on an exercise bike. Or even someone who was into counting carbs and portion control. Moses wasn’t stupid. He knew too many beers were a guarantee of a beer belly, but he also liked to eat fries and a hamburger sometimes without someone treating him like a pariah.
Oh, well, this man was likely married with a couple of kids, one of whom had lost something he was now looking for. The chances of Moses meeting a man he was attracted to at this beach were so unlikely as to be ridiculous. And he really did need to drop twenty pounds and lose the belly flab before he could even start looking for a replacement boyfriend for CT.
Despite his thoughts and the knowledge that he likely stank of sweat, Moses continued out to the sandbar and the other man. Moses told himself he was just going for a swim, but his curiosity was aroused and he changed his direction slightly so the other man would see him approaching. The water was knee deep just before the sandbar, and the other man turned as he splashed his way up onto the sand.
Wow. His eyes were a bright blue, despite his face being partly in shadow from the baseball cap. He smiled at Moses and Moses’s heart lurched with lust. He could drown in those big blue eyes as easily as he could in the blue ocean on the other side of the sandbar where they both stood.
“Hi. I’m Moses. Have you lost something? I could help you look for it.” Moses had no idea where the words had come from, but he meant them.

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Berengaria Brown
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Interview of erotic romance author Berengaria Brown

Your characters come to life in your books. Do you feel each of your characters lives with you as you write? Do their lives sometimes take over a part of your life? Can you name an example?
My characters arrive in my head and start talking to me. I don’t start writing until I understand what they want me to do with them. And things do surprise me on the way. A couple years ago I was writing the “Forever Yours” series. All three books are set in the Smith Tower office and apartment building. The first two books have a ghost in them and naively I assumed book three would as well. But while I was still writing book 2 one of the minor characters interrupted me and said, “I’m a vampire. When are you going to write my story?” By the time I’d cleaned up the coffee I’d spat on my screen and gotten my breath back he was busy telling me I should have known that already because of his name. So I googled his name and well… the rest is in “Eternity”.


Ready to shine? Tell us the name of your book.
Sunshine Yellow Days (MM) The Paint Store Boys Book 1

Edward Robinson is a failure, nervous, frightened, bullied, and unemployed. Basil King, a flamboyantly gay interior designer, sees the man behind the pain. He has designs on Ed. Basil is one of the owners of The Paint Store, along with Cuthbert, Roland, and Max, and he offers Ed a job there. As Ed settles in and enjoys the work, Basil invites him out to a gay bar for a drink.
Ed has tried so hard to fit in, to be invisible, to be ignored. Someone who looks and dresses as outrageously as Basil, yet without being hated, is an inspiration to him. Not that he could ever look or act like that. But maybe working for Basil and his friends will help him get some self-confidence so he can begin to reclaim his life and his self-respect. When Basil wants to date him he can’t believe anyone would care for a person like him. But he accepts the date anyway.

ADULT EXCERPT

As soon as the band returned to the stage he took Edward out onto the dance floor and held him tightly. Edward was only a few inches shorter than him, and once he took his boots off, likely they’d be the same height. He liked that they were so evenly matched. Everything would line up perfectly in bed.
He gripped Edward’s ass, massaging his tight little butt cheeks as they danced, and deliberately brushed his body over that lovely rigid dick. So many delights soon to be unwrapped. When the music ended he asked, “Is your car just in the parking lot here? Can you follow me to my condo?”
“Yes and yes.”
Basil held Edward’s hand as they walked to his car. “Mine’s the candy-apple red Ford over there,” he said.
“I might have guessed it wouldn’t be white or silver,” said Edward.
Basil laughed. Already Edward was showing his sense of humor and coming out from behind that wall where he hid his personality. “Wait until you see my condo. You’ll love it.”
“I do like our uniform. It’s wild, but—I don’t know, friendly and welcoming perhaps, as well as appropriate.”
Basil hugged him. “I knew you were perfect for me. You see beneath the surface to what is really there. Hurry up and get in your car.”
As soon as he slid into the driver’s seat of his car, Basil unzipped his skin-tight black jeans and released the pressure on his dick. Fuck, he hadn’t been this hard before. His poor shaft was getting strangled in there. He screeched his tires leaving his parking space and drove to the exit. Edward was already there, waiting back a bit so Basil could lead the way. Basil waved at his soon-to-be lover and zipped out of the driveway. He made sure Edward was right behind him before merging with the traffic. He longed to plant his boot hard on the accelerator and race home, but a speeding ticket would spoil the atmosphere of the day. Besides, he didn’t want to lose Edward and he was almost certain the man would refuse to disobey the speed limit. Well, one thing at a time. Bed was first.
He parked where there were two vacant spaces side by side and took the visitor card out of the glove compartment of his car, then locked his car and handed the laminated card to Edward. “Display that on your dashboard.” Edward turned it over in his hand curiously, and did as Basil had said, before following him into the building.
Basil was aching to get Edward into his condo. He was in so much of a hurry it’d been a struggle to zip up his jeans. But he’d take them off again real soon. He tapped his feet while they waited for the elevator, and was relieved it was empty when it finally arrived. “Soon, soon, soon,” he told himself as it rose slowly to the tenth floor.
He almost ran down the hallway to his condo, flinging open the door, urging Edward inside and then slamming him against the wall to claim his lips. Gods the man tasted delicious. Basil leaned his poor aching dick hard against Edward’s cock, and ground his hips as he jammed his tongue into Edward’s mouth. Edward responded by tilting his lips so their noses weren’t mashed together, and lightly moving his own tongue into Basil’s mouth.
Basil kept his dick rammed hard against Edward’s, and fisted the blond’s hair, realigning their mouths to plunge his tongue still deeper into Edward’s mouth. Their chins rubbed together and he felt the faintest rasp of beard against his chin. Edward was so blond even with their faces mashed together Basil could barely see the beginning growth of his beard, but his skin could feel it and he loved the hint of roughness.
“Bedroom, now,” he ordered, grabbing Edward’s hand and practically dragging the man down the hallway to his bedroom. He’d spent a hell of a lot of time and money making this room perfect. It had to express him as he truly was. Not only the flashier outer appearance, but the true depths of his personality in all its many layers. But this wasn’t the time to talk colors and designs. It was time to fuck.
He pushed Edward onto the bed and kneeled over him, hastily unbuttoning his shirt, and unzipping his dress pants. Helpfully Edward kicked his shoes off, and wiggled his ass so the dress pants slid smoothly down his legs. Basil tugged them off and then stripped his own clothing off as fast as he could finally clambering up on top of Edward and taking possession of his mouth again. This time they kissed more slowly, but it was even more erotic with them skin to skin and their cocks pressing together.
He held Edward’s face in his hands and looked deeply into his pale blue eyes. “First we’ll take the edge off, and then we’ll fuck slowly, carefully, and thoroughly. You okay with the plan?”
“Hell, yes.”
Basil sat up and pulled Edward up until Edward was almost on his knee, their cocks together again. He wrapped both his hands around both cocks and began fisting them together. Edward just stared at him and gasped.
“Hot eh?”
“Fuck yes. Let me help.”
The moment Edward’s cool hands reached his dick, Basil almost came. Edward’s touch was light and gentle, almost teasing, but fiercely erotic as well. Just the fact that his dick was rubbing against Edward’s was enough to keep him on edge, but they were both in too much need to waste time. One after the other they fisted their joined dicks until they were both breathing heavily.
“I can’t. I’m going—”
“Let go, lover. Come now,” Basil ordered, giving the cocks an extra twist with his hands. Cum poured from Edward’s dick and Basil relaxed, spurting stream after stream of seed himself, the two lots of cum blending together over their joined hands, cocks, and bellies. Fuck, that was an erotic sight to see.
Once again he kissed Edward, pushing him flat on the bed and climbing over him, their mouths still joined. When they parted to breathe, Basil grinned at him. “That feels better. Now we can fuck properly.”

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Are you working on anything right now, and can you tell us a teaser about these projects?
“Kissing His Man” the first book in The Bath House Boys series, released 25 October.
Frank Ashman’s lover left him seven months, three weeks, four days, two hours and twenty-eight minutes ago. At Pinky’s gay bar the server shows him a brochure featuring the facilities of a new gay bath house that’s just opened in town. There he meets Ralph Sellars. They explore the delights of the bath house together. There are the rainforest showers, the hot tubs, the sauna, the swimming pool, and the restaurant, not to mention the freedom brought by the lack of clothing on the members there. Oh yes, and the bedrooms upstairs, each one complete with a drawer full of toys.
But both Ralph and Frank are burdened with baggage from the past. Can they move on and make a new future together? Or is their relationship doomed to be just sex in the bath house instead of a genuine future together outside in the world?
There are three more pairs of men in “The Bath House Boys” and the books release at two week intervals. In each case at least one of the heroes has appeared in a previous book. Sometimes both of them have.


Tell us an important lesson, on the business side of publishing that you've learned on your journey.
Never act unprofessionally. Writing is a career and throwing a temper tantrum on the internet is not a good look. Fortunately I’d seen other authors torpedo their own careers, so when a publishing house I had some books with failed a few years ago I was able to remain silent on the internet, and save my screaming for the privacy of my own home. Since then, another company I write for has also experienced difficulties so once again I’m staying silent about life’s ups and downs.


What would you say is a true hero?
A true hero loves his man (or woman) no matter what. Everyone has bad days and better days, but that doesn’t change a real hero’s love for his man/woman.


How would you best describe your writing style?
I’m a very linear writer. I start at the beginning of a book and keep going until I reach the end. I can’t write scenes in advance of the story and I can’t write several books simultaneously. I begin writing knowing my characters, the beginning, the end, and a few points I need to hit along the journey. How we get from one to the next I never know until it happens.


If you could travel through time to visit a special time period or famous person, what or who would it be and why?
I love the medieval period. All those castles, wars, men with long swords…YUM! Throughout history women have had very few rights and in medieval times this was the same. But sometimes a smart and determined woman has managed to arrange her life in a way that suits her and that’s where there are stories to be told. However, I wouldn’t want to stay there too long. Chocolate hadn’t been invented yet. Nor had the internet or antibiotics.


What has been the biggest challenge of your career?
Keeping going through the ups and downs. I’ve had a handful of bestsellers, and I’ve had other books that are still selling slowly and steadily years later. I’ve had a publisher close while I still had one book I hadn’t managed to retrieve from them when it went down. But when someone says they read my book and liked it, that makes everything worthwhile.


Tell us where we can find you on the internet.
Blog: http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com.au/
Website: http://berengariabrown.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/berengaria.brown?v=info
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BerengariaBrown
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/berengaria-brown


Do you write every day?
I try to but like most authors I have a day job and a life outside of my computer so it doesn’t always happen. I travel quite a bit with the day job and sometimes end up places where there’s no internet or in situations where I can’t write. But mostly, I do write at least something every day.

Berengaria Brown Bio:
Berengaria is an award-winning, best-selling, multi-published author of erotic romance with over one hundred published digital, print and audio books. She writes contemporary, paranormal (magic, ghosts, vampires, fairies, dragons, and werewolves), futuristic, medieval, and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: MMF, MFM, FMMM, FFM, MM, FF, and MF. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

ManLove Fall Fantasies Contest

MANLOVE FALL FANTASIES CONTEST
The summer may be over, but the heat is just beginning…

It’s that whimsical time of year again when the days grow shorter, the leaves are turning, and the fires are being lit. So why not make yourself comfy and spend your evenings snuggled up with some of the hottest MM romances around. Fall in love with the sexy men from some of your favorite Manlove writers. Join us daily to catch some amazing interviews, excerpts, teasers, and for your chance to win some MM magic of your own.

The contest runs from October 1st to October 31st. Each day a new author will be showcased, and each day you will have a chance to enter to win our grand prize of a brand new, just released Kindle Fire HD with an eBook loaded on it from every author in our contest. We will also be offering 2nd and 3rd prizes of swag/gift baskets with carefully chosen items from our wonderful authors.

So, come visit every day to discover which new book is being added to the Kindle and leave a comment to enter.

Rules of the Contest:
You may enter once per day, but only once per day. Each day the contest runs from 12:01am (PST) to 11:59pm (PST). Once that day has ended, no further entries may be added for that day. You must wait for the next day to enter again.
To enter every day, you MUST comment every day, on that given day. Any entries added after the 11:59pm (PST) cutoff time will not be entered.
You MUST leave your email address in your comment or we will have no way to contact you if you win. Any comments left without an email will not be considered.
You may only win one prize.
Winners will be chosen on November1st and announced on the blog.

Here's the link: http://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com/

Two men. An explosion of lust PG13 Excerpt

Blurb “Strung Tight”
After a scorching night of sex and sin, two men need to make a decision in their lives.
Jeff works nights playing guitar at a strip club. Pete works days as a tour guide. Neither man is happy and both search for fulfillment. Can they find it in each other’s arms?
While the sex is great, and the orgasms body shaking, how can their relationship survive if they’re separated by time? Surrendering to wild emotions is easy. Real life is messy but the fight for love is worth it.

EXCERPT PG13 Strung Tight

The two men gazed into each other’s eyes. Lust exploded like a visible force, and Jeff took two hurried paces to close the gap between them. Pete stepped into Jeff’s embrace and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist, lifting his face for a kiss.
Jeff gently pressed his lips to Pete’s, then swiped his tongue along the seam of the blond’s mouth. He opened and Jeff slid his tongue inside, enjoying Pete’s taste of coffee and mints and something spicy.
He trailed his tongue behind Pete’s teeth, and along the insides of his cheeks, then tangled it with the blond’s in an erotic dance, before sucking his tongue into his mouth.
They didn’t break the kiss until both of them were breathless. Even then Jeff nibbled on Pete’s lower lip and ran his hands up and down the man’s spine, wanting to get closer, needing to be inside him, right now, but not wanting to seem to be rushing or coercing the blond.
Jeff pulled Pete’s shirt up, stroking the soft skin, loving the feel of muscles and bones and sinews moving under his touch. “Take it off,” he whispered hoarsely.
“You too. I liked the look of your chest in the club.”
They broke apart a few inches and shed their shirts. Jeff took Pete’s hand and led him to the end of the trailer where he sank onto the sofa and pulled Pete onto his lap. Teasingly, Pete rubbed his ass across Jeff’s cock, making him groan. “If you keep that up I’ll get zipper burn!”
Pete stood up. “Well, take your pants off. I’d like to see your cock.”
“Together. We’ll take them off together,” replied Jeff, standing as well.
It took Jeff a few minutes to get his boots and socks off and Pete watched him. Pete had bare feet inside his loafers, so that part of the program had taken him all of one second.
They stood facing each other, hands on belts, and, like the dancers in the strip club, they slowly undid their belts, pulled them out of the loops, dropped them to the floor, then unzipped.
Pete remained still and watched as Jeff spread the fly of his jeans wide, displaying dark blue briefs. He put his hands on his hips and nodded to Pete.
Pete’s pants were a lot looser than the jeans Jeff was wearing. Just as he’d hoped, when Pete opened them, the pants slid to the floor, leaving him in his tighty whiteys.
Jeff pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them, then hooked a finger in one side of his briefs. Pete mirrored his actions, stepping out of his pants and sliding the underwear down an inch or two on one side.
Turning forty-five degrees, Jeff slid his briefs off his butt, leaving it exposed, but his cock covered. He turned his head over his shoulder, watching to see what Pete would do next.
Pete turned his back to him, dropped his underwear to the floor, pushed his ass out, and bent his knees, displaying his puckered rosette for Jeff. It was the sexiest ass Jeff had ever seen, the hole a deep pink, beckoning him to sink his aching dick in it. Below the yummy anus, in the gap between Pete’s legs, his balls hung, and Jeff had to lick his lips and swallow hard, they looked so delicious. He couldn’t wait to get them in his mouth.
But wait? Was that the edge of a tattoo showing on the inside of Pete’s thigh? God! What other treasures was the blond hiding? And he had a little secret yet to display himself. “Turn around,” he ordered, hoping not to sound as needy as he felt.
“Drop your pants and we’ll turn together,” suggested Pete, his voice alive with laughter.
Jeff turned his back on the other man, pulled off his underwear, and looked over a shoulder, resting one hand lightly across his hot, hard cock. Pete had straightened up and was looking across at him.
Jeff couldn’t help a huge grin spreading across his face. This man was perfect for him. Hell, he hadn’t had this much fun in a year, and they weren’t even in bed yet!
“On the count of three. One.”
“Two.”
“Three!” they both called together turning to face each other.
It was a tattoo! A swirling tribal pattern, spiraling and twisting and turning from the upper inside of Pete’s left thigh, across his groin and lower belly, to just below his bellybutton. It was a maze of black and blue and red lines, an intricate, yet clean, pattern that drew his gaze unerring to the man’s cock. And what a beautiful cock it was. Red and thick and long, pre-cum already beading in the slit of a fat, flat head he couldn’t wait to suck. “Very nice,” he managed to say.
Pete’s gaze was glued to Jeff’s cock. He didn’t even look up when he said, “I’ve always wondered what one of those would feel like inside me. It’s a Prince Albert piercing isn’t it? Damn but I’ve hit the jackpot tonight.”
“I aim to make sure you’ll come harder than you’ve ever come before,” said Jeff, pulling Pete into his arms and rubbing their cocks together.
Pete lifted his face to be kissed, wrapping his arms around Jeff’s waist and rubbing his nipples across Jeff’s chest. When they broke apart from kissing, Pete whispered, “I don’t think I can wait any longer. I need you inside me, now.”
“That’s what I want, too.”

Buy Link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Strung-Tight-by-Berengaria-Brown.html

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

Hot and Hotter

“Hotter Than Hell” blurb:
Enre has fiery red hair and an attitude to match. The world is full of injustice and he wants everything to be fair and equitable right now. Kalman is older, calm and logical, but the two men, co-workers at the botanical gardens, are drawn to each other. They work alone together at the far end of the gardens all one day, getting to know each other and passion ignites between them. The garden bed is made, and sprayed with their seed as well as that of the plants.
Hot, sweaty half naked bodies, and outdoor sex are great, but can two such different people find happiness together?

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hotter-than-hell-by-berengaria-brown/

“Still Hotter Than Hell”: Blurb:
Nothing has changed. Enre still explodes into action without planning anything. He arrives on Kalman’s doorstep with his luggage, ready to move in. Kalman is fine with the idea, but there are things to do first to make it possible. Kalman gently tries to show Enre that thought before action can be good. But will their relationship work? Or will such close proximity kill their love?

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/still-hotter-than-hell-by-berengaria-brown/

Also, for anyone who enjoyed my post last month on "Sunshine Yellow Days and "Popping His Cherry" all four The Paint Store Boys books are now available at Siren.
Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/blue-bird-of-happiness
Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/deep-purple-dreams

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

Sunshine Yellow Days and Popping His Cherry

I'm so excited about "The Paint Store Boys". I love these men and their stories. "Sunshine Yellow Days" is still sitting there on the best seller list looking so purty I could scream, beside famous authors like Sophie Oak and Lynn Hagen (inset fangirl squee here).

Edward Robinson is a failure, nervous, frightened, bullied, and unemployed. Basil King, a flamboyantly gay interior designer, sees the man behind the pain. He has designs on Ed. Basil is one of the owners of The Paint Store, along with Cuthbert, Roland, and Max, and he offers Ed a job there. As Ed settles in and enjoys the work, Basil invites him out to a gay bar for a drink.

Ed has tried so hard to fit in, to be invisible, to be ignored. Someone who looks and dresses as outrageously as Basil, yet without being hated, is an inspiration to him. Not that he could ever look or act like that. But maybe working for Basil and his friends will help him get some self-confidence so he can begin to reclaim his life and his self-respect. When Basil wants to date him he can’t believe anyone would care for a person like him. But he accepts the date anyway.

http://www.bookstrand.com/sunshine-yellow-days

And now book 2 "Popping His Cherry" is out!
Builder Max Hall and Detective Nicholas O’Hare have a wonderful night together after the court case between The Paint Store and serial pest Mitchall. But then they’re both very busy at work, and Max doesn’t answer Nick’s calls. Is their romance over before it really began? Max had admitted to Nick that this was his first gay romance. Max was adamant that he’d gradually realized he wasn’t attracted to women and craved the rougher, tougher love of another man. Was he lying? Was all his talk about wanting to have his male cherry popped just talk, and once he’d had the experience he’d decided to revert to loving a woman? Had Max just used Nick? Nick thought there was genuine love between them, but if so, why isn’t Max answering his cell phone anymore?

http://www.bookstrand.com/popping-his-cherry

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