• Clarity of Lines cover!


    Isn’t it BEAUTIFUL??

    I only just got the final okay to share, and couldn’t wait for everyone to see what an amazing job the TEB team has done AGAIN!  

    Here’s the (unedited, not final) blurb:

    Sometimes it’s not the two people in a relationship who fight falling in love, sometimes it’s those who love us that fight against it the most.

    Finally together, forty-four year old Tom and twenty-two year old Cooper, are ready to show the world they’re together. They’ve established their relationship is worth it, and want to share it with their families.
    Both men thought accepting the age difference between them was their adversity to overcome, and theirs alone.
    Their loved ones, however, will prove them wrong. 
    For their families, lines are drawn and some lines start to blur. Through a series of events, life shakes Tom’s foundations, the the lines for him have never been clearer.

    Release dates are:

    Pre-order:  29 November 2013

    Pre-release: 13 December 2013

    General release: 10 January 2014

  • HC Brown Guest Interview!

    Five minutes with HC Brown

    Tell us about you.

    H.C. Brown is a multi published, best selling, award winning, author of Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, BDSM, Time Travel, Action Adventure, and Contemporary Romance. In 2011 she was delighted to received nomination in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance and Best Science Fiction Romance. H.C writes about strong alpha males in complex settings and all her stories have happy endings. 

    When did you start writing?

    At about five years old, I wrote my first story and illustrated it too. I was first published in 2004.

    What do you love about writing?

    The freedom to go wherever I like, and stay for as long as I want.

    Biggest pet peeve about writing?

    Submissions. I hate the wait it drives me crazy.

    Most hated word in the English language?


    Best advice you’ve ever been told?

    Never give up.

    Biggest regret?

    Eating chocolate 🙂

    Craziest thing you’ve ever done?

    Go to a gay BDSM club 😉  Not easy for a straight grandmother LOL.

    Place you’d love to visit?

    New York Museum.

    Most famous person you’ve ever met?

    One of them, I’ve met a lot but the one I enjoyed meeting most was Alice Cooper and I still have the photographs.

    Three random facts about you that your readers don’t know?

    I’m an International All Breeds Cat Judge.

    I write in three different pen names.

    I hate people swearing around me, I find it disrespectful.

    From what/where do you find inspiration?

    Life, music and people.

    Favourite book of all time?

    Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

    What’s next for you?  Any current WIP’s we should know about?

    I’m currently writing a historical( Georgian) romance and  a new M/M BDSM series called Club Whips….a spin off from my Club Floggers Series.

    Tell us about your new release?

     A Tryst in Time by H.C. Brown

    buy link: http://steamereads.com.au/product/a-tryst-in-time/

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    After inheriting a Georgian house in London, Zack Daniels, millionaire art dealer, becomes obsessed with a portrait of the home’s former owner, Lord Alexander Swift. One evening, Zack decides to explore the old house and on entering, the once bricked up cellar finds himself hurled back in time to 1775 and comes face to face with the sweet man of his dreams. The attraction is immediate, and they fall quickly into a whirlwind of erotic delights. Nothing runs smoothly for the tall, muscular, tanned American. Out of place in Alexander’s delicate, refined world, he needs to find his way back to the future – and convince Alexander to go with him. Mistaken for a debtor, beaten, and kidnapped, he must escape and return to Alexander before time runs out. –



    Bewildered, Zack followed the ‘ghost’ up the steps and into the hallway. He glanced around. 1775? Oh my God. This place did not resemble the house he had painstakingly restored. He gazed at the walls, sooty from candles, and noticed the carpet under his feet showed signs of wear. He followed Alexander through the dark house and up two flights of stairs to the main bedchamber, the room he had chosen for his bedroom. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room with heavy blue velvet curtains all around. A delightful writing desk and chair, definitely one of Chippendale’s finest, sat against one wall, and a single armchair stood beside the hearth. Fighting the temptation to examine the interesting objects on the desk, Zack pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. Soft yellow light fell from a silver candelabrum on the mantel and reflected in a pair of magnificently crafted, glossy side tables. “In my time this is my room, although my bed is Victorian.”

    “Victorian?” Alexander removed his coat and waistcoat and then unbuttoned his shirt. “I do not know a craftsman of that name. Is he English?” He smiled. “Come now, David, do stop this foolery. It is a fine jest, but the night is short.”

    Zack shook his head, exasperated. “I’m not Fitzhugh. Look at the initials on my ring. ZD. Zack Daniels.” He thrust his signet ring under Alexander’s nose. “This ring has been in my family for generations.” He rolled up the sleeve of his black, cashmere turtleneck and pointed to his Rolex. “Will this convince you?” With a smile, he pulled out his lighter and clicked it until a flame burst into life. “Or this?” Zack slid his zipper down and then up. “Have you ever seen a zipper before?” He caught Alexander’s panicky gaze. “It’s true, I’m from the future, and I’m guessing your cellar is some type of time portal.”

    Alexander’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, and the vein in the side of his neck throbbed. He gripped the back of the chair; his face had drained of color, and he swayed unsteadily.

    Oh, hell. Zack cleared his throat. He hadn’t meant to frighten His Lordship into having a stroke or something. Here’s the man I’ve fantasized over for the past year, and I’ve scared him out of his wits. He softened his tone, holding his hands out to the side, palms up. “Hey, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come on so strong. Look, sit down, and we’ll talk.” He smiled. “This is a bit of a shock for me too.”

    “You look so … so like David. Have you come to murder me?” Alexander dropped into the chair and gazed at Zack. “Or do you want money? I do not come into my fortune until Wednesday, but I have a few crowns in the house. Or do you plan to throw me to the mercy of the anti-sodomites?”

    Zack took in the man before him. Alexander stood about five feet eight, with narrow shoulders and hips. Blond, wavy hair framed effeminate features and a soft, sweet, vulnerable expression. The young lord looked so damn sexy in his tight breeches and stockings. “Hell no, man. If you knew how much I’ve thought about you this past year. We have a connection—” Zack touched his chest, “—in here—as if we were meant to be together. I bought a portrait of you today. I’m gonna hang it at the top of the stairs.”

    My painting? West has yet to finish it. How could you purchase an unfinished portrait without my permission?”

    Zack smiled. “What I’ve said is true … I’m from the future. I inherited this house almost a year ago and have restored it. Your painting, in my time, is over two hundred years old.” He rubbed his chin. “To be honest, the thought of being in your time scares the hell out of me. I could easily be stuck here and not able to return home.”

    “Although you act like a madman, I admit I have never laid eyes on any of the devices you’ve shown me … nor have I heard your unusual speech, and your attire is most strange.” Alexander met Zack’s gaze. “If what you say is true, there is only one way to proceed. We must take this one step at a time.” Alexander gripped the arms of the chair. “Let me begin. Why did you purchase my painting? What significance does my portrait have to you?”

    Zack leaned against the mantle and gazed into Alexander’s deep blue eyes. Before him sat the living, breathing man whose sweet face he had come to know in intimate detail. Those same delicate features and that heart-tearing gaze intensified in the reality before him. “The moment you stared out at me from a catalog of a private art collection, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. You looked so lost, so troubled. I wanted to return you home. It took me almost a year to persuade the owners of your portrait to put the painting up for auction.” He sighed. “I know about the letters between you and Fitzhugh. In fact, I feel as if I’ve known you forever.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Look, for some reason, I think I’ve been sent back in time to help you. Don’t ask me why or how. Hell, I thought you were a ghost.”

    “The letters—you know about the letters? That was months ago. I haven’t written since David told me he planned to go to the Americas.” Alexander rubbed his temple in slow circles. “Then I am undone.” He reached for a crystal-cut decanter and with trembling fingers, poured a glass of amber liquid. “Your words may be filled with ambrosia, but the subtle poison is there. I did not know the anti-sodomites would go to such lengths to achieve their ends.” He lifted his chin and glared at Zack. “Do you intend to help me to the gallows, Mr. Daniels? Or perhaps you would offer me the decency of taking my own life?”

    Zack crouched before Alexander. “You have it all wrong. I’m not here to hurt you. Damn it, man, just meeting you in the flesh—hell, don’t you understand? I fell in love with a damn painting of a man who has been dead for over two hundred years! Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Well, it does to me too. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to sane people and neither does traveling back in time. To be honest, I’m starting to question my own sanity right now.”

    “Sane or not, you know I am a sodomite. So what is your purpose, Mr. Daniels— blackmail?”


    Where can we find you?

    Web sitehttp://www.hcbrown-author.com


    Twitter: @HCBrownauthor,

    Join her fan grouphttp://groups.yahoo.com/group/hcbrownfangroup/join.

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  • Muses and other absent catastrophes. Oh, and a giveaway!

    Iyana Jenna’s Muse Blog Hop

    So today I’m talking about muses. 


    It’s a tricky subject for me right now, albeit a very appropriate one, and one I should probably have talked about more so people know where I’m at. 

    See, the thing is, I’m still not writing. It’s been about seven or eight weeks now – the longest I’ve ever gone without writing – and believe me, it’s not by choice.  You can see my earlier post about my broken brain  HERE

    A few weeks ago, I had someone ask me how my writer’s block was going. And that got me thinking; is what I’m going through a form of writer’s block? 

    Who knows?  Maybe it is, although I’m inclined to say no, it’s not. 

    I’ve had writer’s block before, and this is different.  Yes, I understand that writer’s block probably comes in a hundred different shapes and sizes and is different for each person. I remember when I had writer’s block a few years ago, I would literally sit at my laptop with fingers on the keyboard, ready to write, keen even, and… and… nothing. Not a word, not a whisper. No direction, no idea.  My mind was a complete and utter blank. 

    So what I’m going through now is different. I still want to write. I still have words in my head, my characters are still telling their story, and I have scenes, conversations, scenarios, ideas. 

    But it’s like my brain has put up a sign that says AT LUNCH, BACK IN TEN MINUTES (or eight weeks, as the case may be).  Or better yet, a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door. Or maybe my muse collapsed of exhaustion and is now sitting on a beach somewhere with a cocktail in one hand and a book in the other. Maybe he’s in some nightclub, on his fourth cocktail and is now slow-dancing, grinding between a twink and a cub… wherever he is, he’s not here. 


    I can’t say I blame him. He’s been going non-stop for years. I just hope he’s ready to get back to work sometime soon.  I have deadlines that have long missed with my publisher, and another, invite-only publisher who is patiently waiting for me to submit something. I have two novel-length sequels to write and a plot-bunny folder that’s now a warren. 

    All this being said, I’m trying really hard not to stress over it. I have to let this run it’s course and not fight it. After all, writing and/or creativity shouldn’t be forced. It ends up a hot mess if it’s squeezed out of ones brain, and I’d rather not release a book at all if it’s poorly written and something I wouldn’t be happy with my readers paying money for. 

    My current WIP is Starting Point, the third and final book in the Turning Point Series. I’m 25K words into it, with about 40K to go. I’ve re-read what I’ve written, twice, so I know where it needs to go. It’s plotty and there’s stuff I need to get right; technical, legal and timeline wise. Nothing too difficult, but these boys need a proper HEA and I want/have/need to give them one. I adore Matt and Kira (and all secondary characters) I just need to find my rhythm again.

    And now about the subject of muses… 

    Music is my biggest source of inspiration. Music feeds my muse.

    I normally have a song that embodies the mood or headspace of a character.  If I hear a character’s song, it will bring that character to life in my head. Such as Isaac Brannigan from Blind Faith’s  album is Adam Lambert’s Trespassing, and in particular the song Better Than I Know Myself, and every time I hear the line “I can be obnoxious at times” it  really makes me smile.  Blindside’s Mark Gattison’s song is Out on the Town, by FUN.

    Cooper, from the Thomas Elkin Series, loves Linkin Park. 

    So in the Turning Point Series, Matt’s song/music inspiration has been on a bit of journey.  In the first book, Point of No Return, his album for inspiration was Thirty Seconds to Mars’ This Is War; any of those songs are a good match for Matt.  The sequel, Breaking Point’s song that brings Matt to mind is Thirty Seconds to Mars’ End of All Days 

    “A beautiful liar
    Love for him is pain
    The temples are now burning
    Our faith caught up in flames
    I need a new direction
    Cause i have lost my way”

    These lyrics sum Matt up in Breaking Point.

    The third book, Starting Point, is a mix.  Matt has more of an acoustic feel in the third book.  Like Matt Corby’s Resolution

    Yes, in this post I’ve concentrated more on the Turning Point series, because that’s where my head is at right now. But as part of Iyana Jenna’s Muse blog hop, I’ll be giving away a copy of Elements of Retrofit!!  



    So to enter for your chance to win a copy of Elements of Retrofit, just comment below and tell me what song reminds of you of a character in any book you’ve read.  I’ll be picking a winner on 10am Saturday (14th September)  Sydney time. 

    The link back to the Muse Blog Hop is Iyana Jenna

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  • Posy Roberts has SPARK!


    I’m very honoured to welcome the very lovely and equally talented Posy Roberts to my blog today!!  

    Tell us about you! Who is Posy Roberts?

    I’m a curious learner who is constantly looking things up. I’m also a mom, wife, and teacher. I play the piano, trumpet, French horn, recorder (who doesn’t?), and at seventeen years old I wanted to be an opera singer more than anything. Then I saw how much competition there was, so I quickly decided against that career and figured being a therapist would fit better.

    When did you start writing?

    How do you write? (office, dining table, music playing, tv on, silence, middle of the night, early morning?)
    When I first got serious about writing in 2009, I wrote on my laptop in my bed, and I’d write for so long that the battery left burns on my leg. Now, most of my writing is done at my desk, but my latest toy, my iPad, allows me to write anywhere. I write best after my daughter is asleep, before she wakes up, and when she’s in school. Coffee is often an essential part of my writing experience as well.

    What genre do you read?

    I enjoy reading fantasy, some sci-fi, non-fiction, factoid books, and m/m fiction. Romance never was a draw for me until I discovered m/m, but after that, I was hooked.

    Why m/m?

    Probably because of the reasons I avoided m/f romance: I hated how weak the women were portrayed. In m/m romance, I didn’t find that gender related built-in power dynamic unless the men chose to hand over their power. As a writer, being able to play with that power or choosing to not play with it, is wonderful. Plus, my easy answer is, I love it when two men get it on and bring each other to their knees.

    Who or what inspires you to write?

    Nature, people watching, everyday experiences, and those extraordinary experiences that many people avoid talking about.

    If you didn’t write, what would you do?

    I’d probably crochet, knit, paint, or tackle some other creative venture. Or I’d just get lost online.

    Tell us about Spark. Where did that story idea come from?

    Spark is a story about second chances at love. Hugo Thorson and Kevin Magnus fall in love as teens and as college often does, it gets in the way of that love. They both go on to live very different lives. When they are both in their mid-thirties, they meet at a random party at the lake and decide to take a chance on love again, even though their lives are much more complicated now.

    Who do the characters resemble? Where did the inspiration for them come from?

    I was lucky enough to get to fall in love with these men at two different time periods so they also have two very different looks. As a teen, Hugo has short hair while Kevin has long golden waves. As adults, Hugo has long dark hair and Kevin has a much more business appropriate cut.

    Kevin     Hugo

    These pics were just a jumping off point. I don’t own any of these images, but adult Hugo is model Miles McMillan and young Kevin is model/actor Travis Fimmel. Put a decade and blue eyes on Miles and you’ve got Hugo. I don’t know the credits for adult Kevin or teen Hugo, but if anyone knows, I’d love to be told who these men are. 

    And the amazing cover?

    Anne Cain is the great cover artist. She took my ramblings about the golden spiral and created something beautiful!

    Spark cover

    Blurb for Spark

    In their small-town high school, Hugo and Kevin became closeted lovers who kept their secret even from parents. Hugo didn’t want to disappoint his terminally ill father, and Kevin’s controlling father would never tolerate a bisexual son. When college took them in different directions, they promised to reunite, but that didn’t happen for seventeen years.
    By the time they meet again, Hugo has become an out-and-proud actor and director who occasionally performs in drag—a secret that has cost him in past relationships. Kevin, still closeted, has followed his father’s path and now, in the shadow of divorce, is striving to be a better father to his own children.
    When Hugo and Kevin meet by chance at a party, the spark of attraction reignites, as does their genuine friendship. Rekindling a romance may mean Hugo must compromise the openness he values, but Kevin will need a patient partner as he adapts to living outside the closet. With such different lifestyles, the odds seem stacked against them, and Hugo fears that if his secret comes to light, it may drive Kevin away completely.

    Excerpt from Chapter 4 of Spark. You can read Chapter 1 here.

    Kevin laughed deep and warm in his chest and stopped walking, pulling Hugo to a stop with him. “God, Hugo. I missed you. You always did know what to say to make me feel better. How the heck did we ever lose track of each other after everything we discovered together?”
    Hugo shrugged, not knowing how to answer after their gradual drift from talking on a regular basis during their first month in college to nothing by the time winter break came. Hugo’s mom and sister had moved to the Twin Cities mere months after Hugo left for college, and that certainly hadn’t helped matters. But it was more, he realized.
    “We just had different lives, I think,” Hugo said with a shrug. “We went our separate ways after I said good-bye to you in your driveway.”
    “I still regret not kissing you that day. I should have just said ‘screw it’ and kissed you like I wanted to, even if my dad was right there.”
    Hugo looked up the few inches to meet Kevin’s gray eyes and tried to smile, but it probably came across more as sadness than a smile. He couldn’t believe Kevin still thought of that day too. He wondered if Kevin’s mind ever drifted to the kiss in the wooded meadow when he was bored in a meeting or like Hugo’s had that very afternoon in the car. Slowly, he felt the corner of his mouth turn into something akin to flirty, and he asked, “Oh?”
    “Yes,” Kevin said as his warm thumb trailed across Hugo’s jaw toward his chin. “I’ve thought about that day a lot, about our last kiss and how I wish it never would’ve ended. Damn the rain. Would you mind if I showed you how I’ve always imagined that moment in the driveway would’ve happened? Or are you with someone?”
    “No. I mean, yes, you can show me,” Hugo stammered, his heart beating hard against his chest.
    Kevin’s smile lit up his face, and he looked so young just then, the careworn lines that had appeared between his brows while talking about his father smoothing.
    “Okay, so maybe this isn’t exactly like I would have said things back then, but this is how I wish I would’ve done it. Ready?”
    Hugo nodded and licked his lips, drawing Kevin’s attention to his mouth.
    “So pretend we’re standing next to my open trunk,” Kevin directed as he led Hugo near the tail end of a car parked in a driveway close to the roadside. Kevin tilted his head left and right, shaking his hands out loosely next to his body as if trying to get into character.
    “Hugo,” he started, somehow pulling youthful nervousness into his voice, “we should plan on getting together in a few weeks.”
    “Sure,” Hugo answered, ready to play along with the conversation he barely remembered. He recalled the feelings he’d had, though: excitement about leaving Austin but sadness about leaving Kevin. “I can get a ride down to St. Peter, or you can come up to Minneapolis. It’s not that far.”
    That drive never ended up happening for either of them because Hugo auditioned for a play in the U’s theater department and got a lead role as a freshman, something unheard of. He had no time to get together on weekends because he had homework to do and lines to memorize and blocking to learn and sets to help build.
    “Seventy miles or so.”
    That’s where Hugo vaguely remembered Kevin’s dad clapping his big hands and telling Kevin he’d better hit the road. Now there was just the sound of far-off waves and traffic from the highway on the other side of the trees peppered with exploding fireworks.
    “I’d love that,” Hugo said, regretful he hadn’t taken the time to find a ride and just go. “I’ll make it happen,” he promised, and he wished he’d kept it.
    Kevin looked at Hugo with such intensity; even in the darkness surrounding them, Hugo could see how blown Kevin’s pupils were.
    “It’ll happen this time,” Kevin whispered against Hugo’s mouth, lazily closing his eyes as he spoke.
    Hugo tasted Kevin’s breath on his tongue, remembering it, even with the faint scent of lemon lingering. A silvery thread of his memory seemed to actually weave this moment to the moments in his past, pushing Hugo back into that world, filling him with all those emotions he had for Kevin when they were just boys. Kevin was the only man Hugo had really and truly been in love with. He was the ruler every single boyfriend since had to unwittingly measure himself against. And none, not a single one, had ever gotten anywhere near.
    Hugo took in a quick breath and pushed forward, capturing Kevin’s mouth with his own as his fingers threaded through thick blond waves and shorter razor-cut strands; his hands landed on Kevin’s neck. Hugo thumbed over Kevin’s ears, allowing the pads of his fingers to tease the fine hair along his earlobes.
    They fused their mouths, opening and closing with lips caressing, teeth nipping, and tongues pushing against each other in an attempt to taste the familiarity that was new again.
    Kevin trailed his hands down Hugo’s back, kneading his fingers against Hugo’s ass once he got there, then pulling them closer. Hugo felt Kevin starting to firm up beneath the thin material of his shorts, and he wanted so badly to thrust. He barely restrained himself.
    They stood on a darkened road and kissed how they both wished they would have years ago, giving to each other more than they took away. But by doing it that way, Hugo felt more content than he had in years.
    “Come back to my place?” Kevin panted against Hugo’s temple. “Please, Hugh?”
    Hugo nodded as he tried to catch his breath and then nodded again.


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    elementsofretrofit_thumbnail Well, release day is almost upon us, and I’m really excited for the world to meet Tom and Cooper.    Elements of Retrofit is a story of Gen X meets Gen Y – and neither of these men are prepared for what they find in the other.  Forty-four year old Thomas Elkin is the epitome of traditional architecture; strong foundations, defined by classic lines, sturdy.  Cooper Jones, on the other hand, is twenty-two, and the opposite of Tom. He’s modern, sleek, driven and demanding. They are also the perfect match.  The thing about a retrofit, is just how well the new blends with the already existing.  See how I didn’t use the word ‘old’ there?  Well, I figure I should go easy on Tom, considering Cooper gives him such a hard time… LOL

    Definition of Elements of Retrofit.

    Definition: Retrofit—To substitute new or modernized parts or systems for older equipment: fit in or on an existing structure, such as an older house; substitute new or modernised parts or equipment for older ones. Source: Oxforddictionaries.com


    The first in a three-part series, Elements of Retrofit introduces us to Tom and Cooper, and tells of these two men, despite their age differences, taking a chance on love.  Overcoming preconceived ideas that an age difference of 22 years is too much, they need to decide if what they have between them is worth the fight. 

    So, to win a copy of Elements of Retrofit, tell me this:  

    Would you date/shag/fall for someone who is TWENTY-TWO years older/younger than you?  I will be selecting a random winner who will receive a FREE copy.   I’m giving this little contest 48 hours.  I’ll be choosing a lucky person at approximately 9pm on Friday night (Sydney time). 

    Who wants one of these?

    I also have these little awesome Thomas Elkin calendar cards.  

    business card frontbusiness card back

    The size of a business card, they have the Elements of Retrofit cover on the front and the 2014 calendar on the back.  For the first THIRTY (30)  people to email me their address, I will post them one, anywhere in the world.  Please do NOT leave your email addy in the comments. All comments need to be approved by me before they’re displayed, but please, please don’t post any personal info online.   Instead, email me at nrwalker2103@gmail.com  These will be posted at a time that is convenient and practical for me, and the postage time frame from Australia to the US or UK (as a guide) can take up to two weeks, so please be patient. 🙂

    Here’s some more Cooper and Tom

    Cooper Jones (2)
    Cooper Jones
    Thomas Elkin
    Thomas Elkin
    Tom and Cooper 1
    Tom and Cooper


    Tom and Cooper in NY
    Lazy Sundays for Tom and Cooper

    You can purchase Elements of Retrofit from the TEB site. Click HERE!

    Thank you to all the readers who have stood by me and continue to support me and my writing. I am more grateful than you know.  

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