Books by Brindle Chase

Monday, August 29, 2011

Gothic City Lights II .. coming soon

I'm thrilled to announce that Gothic City Lights: Helena, has sold to Loose Id, to continue the notorious and sensual sexcapades of the exclusive night club, Gothic City Lights. Book two is the story of the Angel of Charity, Helena... who you might remember is one of the warrior angels on Gabriel's squad.

Contracts are going out in the mail tomorrow! Woot! I'm so thrilled

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Brindle exposed at Two Lips Reviews

Come visit me at Two Lips Reviews for a very in depth look into... ME!! *lol* ... Seriously, a very insightful interview. I was not prepared for the questions... and then they top it off with some pillow talk... *waggles eyebrows*

Friday, August 19, 2011

Another score for Dark is the Night

Dark is the Night landed this nice little review from Close Encounters... check it out~

Trading Up on discount

Trading Up is on discount over at All Romance Ebooks for $1.49... woot!! If you haven't read it, now is the time!!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Getting personal and up close with Kellie

Kellie Kamryn's got me in the hot seat for Mr August over at her Calendar... check it out...

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

DitN's Katherine Wells...

Detective Katherine Wells, heroine for the paranormal erotic romance, Dark is the Night, explains how true love can change how you perceive right and wrong and the world's priorities turn inside and out...

What would you do for true love? Read her confession at Bookin' It, with Talina!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Dark is the Night giveaway + interview

Win one of 5 copies up for grabs at Fangtastic and check out my exclusive interview there as well!!!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Reviewers Choice Award

Dark is the Night
has earned a coveted Reviewer's Choice Award from Two Lips Reviews!!! I am stunned, honored and completely humbled!!! Thank you so very much TLR!!!!!

Dark is the Night scores big in a dual review over at the Paranormal Romance Guild.... drop by and check it out!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday
is here again!

Here's a snippet from my new release, Princess Mine, available at Ellora's Cave and Amazon

“You say this as if it would scare me away.”

Briar laced her fingers through his, cupping them around her breasts. His hands teased her flesh and engulfed her swells entirely. Her heart sang in the safety she felt wrapped in his mighty but tender embrace.

“I fear not death, if it comes with you at my side. I must speak to my father afore he knows of our mating.”

check out the rest of the Six Sentence Sunday blurbs here...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Things are heating up

Your daily source for the erotic, Red Lipstick Journals... articles, stories, pictures, reviews and more... See what's steaming today!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Depth Charge explodes out of the gate!

Depth Charge gets a nice score on its first review from Manic Readers... check it out!!

"Sex underwater was never as explosive..."

- Manic Readers

Got it & Flaunt it? Why?

Why do women dress sexy, then get upset when people check them out... come join the discussion at Red Lipstick Journals

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Brindle exposed at Two Lips Reviews

Come visit me at Two Lips Reviews for a very in depth look into... ME!! *lol* ... Seriously, a very insightful interview. I was not prepared for the questions... and then they top it off with some pillow talk... *waggles eyebrows*

Another Naughty Excerpt

Here's a naughty little teaser from my latest paranormal erotic romance, Princess Mine....

Daeven slid in behind her, enveloping her into the cradle between his thick, muscular thighs. His arms swept about her and his heat radiated against her skin.

“My love, we should move on,” she said, wishing it were not true. Until they were safely on a ship heading across the seas to the Seven Kingdoms of Man, they were in real danger.

“I think not.”


His hand grabbed around her, grasped her shoulder and spun her into him. “Three nights I have sacrificed and did not lie with you. But I will not endure another without your touch. Without your taste on my lips.”

“Daeven, we—”

“Shush, Briar.” His lips closed over hers before she could offer additional protest.

They had not a moment to spare and yet her body succumbed to the passion of his kiss without even the slightest resistance. The craving she’d denied since her return to Ithlamir flood through her with liquid heat. Desire became desperate need and she pressed herself into him.

His strong hands cupped her face, keeping hers tight to his as their lips melded, tongues entwined and her eyes fluttered shut. Giving herself over to his want, she relaxed in his embrace, grafting her slender frame to his bulk of muscle.

The woven louvren twists that held her cloak fastened about her shoulders yielded to his tugs and fell to the forest floor behind her. His hands returned, and this time with no trouble, unclasped the golden latches that secured the inlaid metal weaves of her armor. It dropped with a clank at her feet and his hands scooped up her breasts, engulfing them with his lust.

She mewed into his mouth, arching her back, crushing them against his caressing grasp. Fire burst throughout her chest and trickled down her torso to settle between her legs.

Daeven captured her mouth, her essence, all she was and kissed her possessively. Her heart beat wildly beneath her breast and she melted to him. Too long had it been since she’d felt his loving touch and her longing revealed itself in a deep purring.

Fingers tugged at her nipples and she moaned her delight, the fire raging between her legs grew unchecked. She couldn’t deny him if she tried. His kisses seared a path down her throat to her aching peaks and seized one between his teeth.

Warm, moist pleasure flooded over her stiffened point as his tongue flickered across it. She combed her fingers into his hair, grasping tight and crushing her breast into his eager mouth, quenching her desires and his hunger at once.

Daeven walked into her, moving her back until she felt the cool bark of a looming maple at her back. Sinking to his knees, he guided her leg to dangle over his shoulder. His kisses smoldered a path down to her navel. His tongue darted out and swept through the indentation, tickling her with sensual sparks.

He lifted her other leg and slid it over his other shoulder, accepting her slight weight with ease. His mouth closed over her wet and needy pussy, tasting her desire. A pulsating wave of erotic pleasure burst out from her core, and trembled up her body and she shivered.

Her hips took charge and drove her slickness against his probing tongue, grinding up and down against his kisses and licks. Bracing one hand against the tree she lay pinned against, and the other gripping a fistful of his hair, she gave herself to his hunger.

The night wind swept through the trees with a faint whistle, and all but drowned out the slurping ministrations of his ravenous appetite. Her ragged gasps for breath came with increasing intensity and frequency as the heat built to a fever pitch. Fiery pleasure threatened to explode throughout her entire being as he fucked her with his mouth.

Every sweep of his soft, wet tongue, the determined suction of his lips and the firm grazing of his teeth shoved her with sensuous violence headlong into an explosive orgasm.

Grabbing his hair tightly in her fists, she clung to him as her body shuddered with turbulent spasms and tiny implosions ripped outward from her core to her limbs as she came.

“Sorry to interrupt, Princess,” came a familiar voice, laced with venomous sarcasm...

©2011 Brindle Chase. Cover by Valerie Tibbs

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Excerpt from Brindle Chase's Depth Charge: Maria, Maria

A glimpse at my latest novella, Depth Charge: Maria, Maria from Loose Id, LLC

By Brindle Chase

Content Advisory: the below may contain graphic material of a sexual nature, adult situations, sexual reference, explicit sexual description, and depiction of alternative lifestyles.

cover art by Valerie Tibbs

“Would you quit cutting me off?” he barked at her. She closed her mouth. Those delicious plump lips curled into a half snarl, but he’d gotten her to shut up for five seconds, so he claimed it as a small victory. “It wouldn’t be appropriate for us to do this.”

“So you do want me?” Her lip quivered as she taunted him, those mesmerizing, golden brown eyes glaring at him with such passion and rage. All five foot five of her stood in elegant, defiant nudity before him. It was surreal.

“Maybe I do.”

“But you won’t have me?”


“Because you’re afraid of me.” Her words were not presented as a question. It was a statement, a challenge.

“What the fuck?”

“You bang those pretty little tarts at port, knowing you can run away back to the ship when you’ve had your fill --”

“Hey, don’t even bring them into this. They aren’t anything like you. This is completely different.”

“But I scare you to death because I’m a real woman, and you can’t handle it. And there would be nowhere to run and hide.”

“Handle it? Hide?” His blood was boiling now, and he shot her a glare, complete with flaring nostrils. “You think I can’t handle you?”

Her arms drifted down, hands inward, motioning to her heavenly body, and she nodded in further emphasis. “You can’t handle a real woman. You’re afraid you couldn’t please me like those little girls who trip over each other just to suck your cock.”

“I’m afraid of no one,” he bellowed furiously.


“I’d fuck you into next week, princess!”

“Hah!” Her chin lifted at the retort, her hands closing into fists on her hips. Defiantly mocking him.

That’s it.

Steve lunged forward and grabbed her, slamming her body to his and seized her lips viciously. Like a battering ram, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and hammered it. He’d show her what a real man would do to a woman like her.

The tight rubber suit had become intolerable. It had somehow shrunk three sizes and was now unbearably hot. His cock strained against the inseam, desperate to teach her a lesson in humility. She wasn’t backing off, but he would’ve never expected her to. She liked to fight.

Grabbing her perfectly rounded butt, he kneaded the muscular cheeks as she tugged at the zipper of his suit. As cool air entered, his relief was immediate, and he dropped her. Together they tore his suit away and piled it at their feet until they were both naked.

Pulling her into his arms once more, he captured her mouth and kissed her with furious want, uncaring how it might feel for her. She’d built this need in him, and he was going to relieve it however he damn well pleased. He slashed at her tongue with his and grabbed her hand. He shoved it to his cock, and she obediently took it into her grasp.

Her fingers were long and slender like the rest of her and felt so incredible wrapped around his erection. He bucked his hips, driving himself through her fist, fucking it, and she responded with a counterstroke.

Fiery pleasure shot through him, filling him with blissful warmth. Her kisses matched his, frantic, desperate, demanding as he slid himself up and down through her grasp. She met each and every thrust with her crushing grip.

He growled into her mouth. Too good. She was going to make him come. She was trying to prove her point. Not in a million years. This was one competition he refused to lose. If she wanted to be treated like those saucy little barflies he banged to take the edge off the long weeks at sea, so be it.

His snaked his fingers into her long, luscious black hair and curled it around his fist, then spun her about face. He shoved her toward the only cot in the small station and steered her until she was kneeling on its edge, ass aimed right at him. The sight of her smoky-colored, glistening folds was breathtaking.

Her brilliant brown eyes glared defiantly back at him, but she slid her knees out wide. Tossing the handful of hair aside, he grabbed her firm buttocks roughly, using them as handles. Growling, he lurched forward, impaling her slippery, tight pussy. Sparks of quivering pleasure arced along his cock as he stuffed ever inch of himself into her silky, snug depth.

So fucking good.

She cried out in Spanish, and he didn’t understand a word of it, but he knew it for the exclamation of ecstasy it was. There was a lot more gratification to come, and taking her all the way was going to be absolutely glorious.

Handle you? Damn straight, babe. But can you handle this?

© 2011 Brindle Chase. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Monday, August 1, 2011

She-wolf pack takes a bite out of Brindle

Dark is the Night scored big over at Bitten By Paranormal Romance for their monthly She-wolf pack review... 4 reviews in one... check it out!

Feel the heat at Red Lipstick Journals

Your daily source for the erotic, Red Lipstick Journals... articles, stories, pictures, reviews and more... See what's steaming today!

DitN vs the She-Wolf Pack

Dark is the Night scored big over at Bitten By Paranormal Romance for their monthly She-wolf pack review... 4 reviews in one... check it out!