Wednesday, February 26, 2014

All about Brighton Hill

Hi Guys!

I just did an interview at Smashwords. You can check it out at this link: Brighton Hill Interview

Hang loose,
Brighton

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Vampire Romance



Hey Guys,

This is the mosaic Radley and Violet looked at in the hotel as their passion heated up in Heavenly Rogues:

"Radley placed his hand on Violet's lower back at the edge of the low riding waistband of her black leather pants. Electricity shot up her spine at his touch. She considered protesting to the placement of his fingers, but could not force the words out of her mouth. He felt so good. With gentle pressure on her back, he led her before one of the works of art of a beautiful woman with leaves in her hair looking off serenely past birds and greenery, a young naked archer in the distance.

"This is a replica of a Byzantine-era mosaic from the Holy Land. It reminds me of you. It is nicknamed ‘the Mona Lisa of the Galilee’."

The electricity between them flamed higher. She looked at the depiction of the young woman peeking out of the leaves and flowers. “You think this woman looks like me?” she asked, her gentle voice lifting in surprise.

He gazed at the mosaic. “Her soft lips and the sad, regal look as she stares off. Even in her suffering, she has hope.”
 
Goose bumps lifted on her arms. “Oh. She looks like a queen or a Roman goddess,” she swallowed, her cheeks heating up. She couldn’t believe he saw her like that—so dignified, elevated."

Here is a link to more photos of mosaic: Mona Lisa of the Galilee

Thanks so much for your fan emails and five star reviews at the various online bookstores for the Roseville Vampire Series and Watermagic Series. You guys rock my world!

Brighton <3

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Watermagic Series


Thanks for stopping by and checking out The Watermagic Series. In these paranormal romances you will delve into the lives of the mers, sirens, selkies, and other mysterious water creatures. Originally inspired by Stephanie Myers Twilight and the film, Jaws, the Watermagic Series has taken a life of its own.
These teen sea people are sexy, enigmatic, and dangerous both on land and in water. Each book is interlinked sharing the same and new characters while focusing on their romances. Bluehour is about the love between Grace and Laurent. Bluedawn is about the love between Haley and Dylan. Bluewicked is about the love between Sabine and Scratch. Blueisland is about the love between Jewel (Raz) and Marcel.
I plan to write more books tying the stories together and bringing back characters from previous works developing their romances and rivalries further. We will see where the series goes. It has been FUN to write so far.


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Beautiful, Mysterious, Dangerous...
 
A clique of gorgeous teenagers with curious ways transfer to Grace's high school. They eat raw meat and surf under the stars. After Grace suspects one of the boys has inexplicable powers, she sets out to unravel his mysteries. During the process, they fall madly in love. But this romance has put Grace's life in utter danger.
 
Excerpt:
 
"I want to take you for a night swim,"
he whispered. His eyes looked sad and mysterious.
 
But before I had a chance to respond,
he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the big French windows. My eyes
were wide with fear, but I thrilled at his touch.
 
Laurent opened the windows. "Here, thread your legs under my arms on either side as we make our way down.
 
My adrenaline was rushing as he easily
turned my body around and held me up. I put my legs under his arms and folded
them around his back. It was more than exciting being that close to him and
feeling light as air in his strong grasp.
 
"Hold on." He started to climb out of
the window. We weren't so high up, but still it was quite a drop that could
easily break bones.
 
"I could fall," I stammered.



"Trust me." He arched way back so that
I wouldn't touch the building with my body.


The suctions above his pelvis and his
strong legs maneuvered us down the log house while his back curved away from
the structure, falling and then clinging to the wood intermittently until we
were at the ground. It happened so fast that I wasn't even able to protest.


He lowered me to the sand now that we
were on the shore. I sort of wobbled as I tried to catch my breath. "Whoa," I
breathed. "That was incredible!"


"Now for the fun part," he said, the
moonlight shining on his shadowed body. "I'm taking you for a night swim."


I trembled at the thought, remembering
how last time in his pool I couldn't breathe so deep down. "I'm not allowed in
the ocean," I whispered. "My dad doesn't allow it." My heart ached at the
thought of my family and how worried they must have been.


He placed his cool hand on the side of
my face. "Don't be afraid, Grace. You are my life now. I won't let anything
happen to you."


My body rushed with feelings at his
touch, at his words. "I want to go with you, but I'm afraid because I can't
breathe under water."


His expression was warm and beautiful.
"Now that I can touch you, if we remain connected, you will receive all the
oxygen you need. Just hold my hand. You can touch any part of my body and the
transfer will take place for as long as you desire. Touch will protect you from
the water pressures also. Even upon separation, the effects will last for a
short period of time."


"Really?" My eyes lit up.


"Yes."
 
He took my hand and led me to the ocean...
 
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"The most seductive creatures in the world... You will have eternal life... You will be extraordinarily beautiful... All guys will fall in love with you... Super strength will be yours..."
 
In a dark, woodsy beach town, Hailey Maize befriends a group of gorgeous teenagers dancing before a bonfire on the shore. They seem so mysterious and fascinating. But she is most drawn to their friend Dylan who is super hot and wild. She gets upset when he swims off with a seductive red head with long flowing hair and a body to die for. In her fury, Hailey swims out to the island where she uncovers the mysteries of these beautiful creatures. But before she can get away, the danger begins. Will Dylan save her before it's too late?

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Sexy mers, Laurent and Sabine are matched to be together forever, but Laurent discards her like trash. It doesn't matter that she is one of the most beautiful, seductive creatures that ever walked on land or swam the depths of the sea. He won't have her. But Sabine can't accept that. She will kill any girl who falls in love with him.

That is until she meets Scratch Morrison. She just can't figure that gangster out. He seems to be a deadly killer like her and she is set on unraveling the mysteries of his gang. She soon suspects that he is not what he seems. He's not a mer, but he must be some other water magic creature. Certainly, he's not just the bad boy player he appears to be. He has secrets and she will unravel them. And she just might fall crazy in love while it's happening. Or will she?
 

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Prom night has never been so frightening and romantic. Tomboy Raz is out of
control, drinking and taking dangerous risks on the after party yacht when she
discovers a sexy bad boy wading out in the deep ocean with a hot girl clawing
at his body. Are those the French exchange students from school that she heard
so much about? What the hell is she doing to him? Are there more girls
underwater? Holy crap! He just scowled at me.

 
Raz is immediately attracted to this mysterious guy with long dark
hair and blue eyes that sparkle in the night. She recognizes him from
reoccurring dreams, but the stakes are high and she has many obstacles to
overcome before she can surrender herself to her sinful temptations of love,
hunger, and uncontrollable desire.

Roseville Vampires Series


Thanks for stopping by and checking out my Roseville Vampire Series. So far there are three books in the series and counting. It's a series about love, friendship, and horror set in a quaint little town in the mountains of Roseville. There are four gangs.
The Crimson Devils (a girl gang) and the Night Ryders (a boy gang) are two companion gangs under the rule of Lord and Madame Dyson. They are rivals to The Fatals (a girl gang) and the Dirts (a boy gang) who are under the rule of Lord and Madame Viparado. The series is structured around fights, loyalties, and romance between the gangs and struggles to survive and surpass under the evil dictates of the Dysons and the Viparados. But most of all, Roseville Vampires is a story of love between Violet and Radley.

Recomended for ages 16 and up. The second and third books in the series have sex and language.

Radley was wild, dangerous, and exciting. During summer vacation, we fell insanely in love. I thought I was never going to see Radley again, but then my dad got a job transfer and we ended up at the same high school.

He was completely different. He was in a motorcycle gang. His skin was pale. And he had scratch marks on his arm and face. What the hell was wrong with him?

He didn't want anything to do with me. And I was through with him.

But he looked so sad.

I just had to figure out how to help him. He looked like he was going to die. And to top it off, I thought I was going to die without him.

And that's when things got really strange...

Now that Violet is a vampire, she is lusting for blood and she wants it now. Thrown into a world of coven rivalries, will Violet and Radley be able to keep their love alive? Radley is acting strange. He seems so intense and violent, but when they are in each other's arms, he rocks her world with his sexy ways. Lord Dyson will kill them if he finds them together. But when it comes down to it, they just can't stay away from each other. Will their love end in death or will they surpass all barriers?

Step into a world of coven rivalries, true friendships, and loyalties. Violet Paris is shocked with the new Radley Aston. He is a whole new man, powerful, rich, and stronger than ever, but riddled with secrets she longs to understand. Yet even with all his torment, she is still madly in love with him. Will their love prevail with so many dangerous obstacles?

Tuesday, February 11, 2014


Hey Guys, 

I just checked and saw that Heavenly Rogues is now up on Amazon! Let me know what is your favorite part of the book. The girl fights? I personally liked the love scene between you know who. I don't want to give away the dirty little secrets ;) 
Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading!
Brighton

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Heavenly Rogues is Finished!


Hi Guys,

Guess what? Heavenly Rogues is finished. I'll have to let you know when it's available for download from the online bookstores. It's in the process of publication now!
Here is a sample of the first chapter of Heavenly Rogues (Roseville Vampires, #3). Let me know how you like it. Thanks so much for your readership. You are the best!

Brighton

Copyright © 2014 by Brighton Hill

Heavenly Rogues
Roseville Vampires #3

Brighton Hill

~Dreamspot Publishing, Inc~

Chapter One

Darkness filled the cell, cold and uninviting. Soon the sun would rise over Roseville Mountains, rendering its soft pink glow, but for now the obscurity of night was ever present. A bat flitted past the upper window away and up into the tall oaks beside the woods that lined the castle property. All that could be heard from the dungeon was the stirring of trees outside and a drip from the ceiling; occasionally there were distant moans and faint voices coming from other rooms.

Suddenly, Radley Aston awoke. He found himself chained to a grey brick wall in Lord Dyson’s dungeon. It was cold like bitter ice against his pale skin. As his heart hammered against his chest, his emerald eyes widened with horror. Strands of his black disheveled hair fell over his dark brows giving him a sinister look while his battered and beaten body slumped over.

Lord Dyson had cut Radley’s t-shirt and motorcycle jacket off to torture him with more precision. He wanted to get to the skin and veins where it really hurt. And that it did. Now Radley was only in ripped, faded jeans and barefoot. His chiseled, bare chest oozed blood in a thin line down to his navel.

As a low moan rose up out of his throat, his mind began to gain clarity. A doe-eyed, innocent young woman floated into his thoughts like an apparition. Silky black locks cascaded over her naked shoulders hiding her breasts coyly as she called out from the meadow of roses. So beautiful.
His eyelids shot open. Violet!

Oh, hell. He threw his head to the side. A tear slid down from his eye over his hard cheekbone. Was she okay? Did Lord Dyson hurt her? She is too trusting and inexperienced to be out in the world alone. Struggling to free himself, he wanted to kill the head vampire—Dyson, the bastard. He better not touch her. But Radley’s body was confined and still so very weak to do a damn thing to help his pure, sweet girlfriend who he so longed to touch.

No. His memory came back to him. Lord Dyson only took him away. Not her. His precious Violet was left behind suspended in the tree in the nightclub parking lot.

If only he could get one of his gang members, the Night Ryders, or even someone from his sister gang, the Crimson Devils, to check on her. She needs protection. Damn, she needs it now. He slammed the back of his cuffed hand against the wall. His knuckles broke open and blood slid down over his hand and wrist. He hissed through clenched teeth.

Anxiety over Violet’s safety pierced through his heart. Did his coven even know he was locked away in the dungeon below the castle? Sweat dripped off his face as he considered the circumstances. They couldn’t have known.

If Nathan was aware of Radley’s imprisonment, he would be down in the lower chambers of the castle in a hot second. Radley and Nathan were like brothers. Nathan was loyal. He would risk his life for him and Radley felt the same about Nathan.

Most jerks didn’t know Nathan like he did. They thought he was bad with his reckless black eyes and black hair. Nathan came across as dark and brooding and he had a wicked temper. Violet’s sister, Ariel, who was one of the Crimson Devils now, referred to Nathan as a rogue, but she was all twisted up over him, so she must have seen the good in him like Radley did.

But Radley wasn’t just tight with Nathan. All the Night Ryders: Shark, Lewis, and Henry would try to save him if they knew Dyson had Radley locked away down there. Ariel would help Radley for sure just because she loved her sister Violet so much and she knew Violet would want Radley safe.
He wasn’t so sure if Drew would come for him though. Lord Dyson had messed her up bad a while ago because she converted Violet into a vampire behind Lord Dyson’s back. Last he saw of Drew she was docile and jittery. Lord Dyson had chained her up for a short while in one of his dungeons. Even though it wasn’t for long, she hadn’t been the same since.

At the time, Radley wanted to rescue Drew, but they all decided that it was safer for her to take her punishment because it was expected to be short. If they had broken her out of one of the cells down there, the risks far outweighed the benefits. But Radley knew that wasn’t the case with him. Surely, Dyson was planning to kill him.

Only a relatively short time must have passed since that unbelievable hot sex he had had with Violet. No girl compared to her. Her long, sexy legs in that lingerie, her undone hair, and her breasts were the perfect, voluptuous handfuls. It was hard to believe that she was a virgin. But she was so tight and wet when he entered her. The perfect fit. And there was the blood on the sheets when he popped her cherry. Damn, she was sweet. The pit of his stomach clenched as a sort of emptiness hollowed through his bones.

Even though it was dark in the dungeon, he could see pretty clearly—the benefits of being a vampire. His wrists ached from the metal cuffs that clasped his hands over his head, causing a disturbing numbness in his fingers. His raw ankles were spread apart and chained to the wall. Lord Dyson must have taken his t-shirt and leather jacket just to make his suffering more intense. The chill was biting. And oh, how his body ached.

He careened his neck up to see a window so very high above his head. If he could break loose, could he climb out? It didn’t seem possible. There wasn’t anything to help him scale the wall. His wings couldn’t get enough momentum in such a small space. He needed more room to get a running start. If he tried to climb up, surely, he would just slide back down. He looked around the damp, moldy cell. Grey bricks covered on all four sides. What a nightmare. His shoulders slouched forward as he tried to support his weight against the coldness.

Why wasn’t he dead? He would have expected Lord Dyson to kill him for his betrayal. Maybe the prick had another plan. What would be the worst thing he could do? Radley contemplated the idea.
After a moment, his face paled a lighter shade in the darkness. He could hurt Violet! Possibly he would torture her in front of him or maybe he would molest her like he was known to do to his young virgins that he kidnapped. His gut wrenched. Would he do that? That would provoke war with Lord Viparado, the head vampire of Violet’s coven, the Fatals, and the brother coven, the Dirts.

Oh, how his head ached. He had to get out of this cell, so that he could protect the one he loved. As he yanked at the thick heavy chains, blood oozed from his wrists and ankles. He was a mess. His body still felt weak from having sex. Enough time had not passed to rejuvenate. His eyelids grew heavy and his head fell forward.
***
After a while, dosing uncomfortably in the dark, Radley heard a noise coming from outside of his cell. His scalp prickled with anticipation of the worst. It sounded like a key in the lock to the main entrance of the dungeon turning. Who was there? His shackled fists opened. His fingers spread against the cold wall behind him. Maybe it was Lord Dyson. Radley’s pulse raced in anticipation.

He heard footsteps trudging through water. Groundwater must have leaked into the hall leading to the cells. Now the keys dangled against each other before the door of his cell. Damn. Whoever was there put one of the keys in the lock, turned it, and then opened the door. Radley sucked in a sharp breath as he looked over.

It wasn’t Lord Dyson. Holy shit! An ogre tramped into the dark cell. His overweight body was enormous like a giant with a huge belly and oversized head. Shaggy gold hair draped around his heated, wrinkly face. His strawberry blond beard was short and burly framing his big, dribbling mouth. In his massive hands he held a platter decorated with radicchio and endive lettuces.

Radley gasped when he saw what was on top of the accoutrements. A human toddler lay upon the lettuce. Shit. Radley’s head fell forward as he shook it back and forth below his shoulders and chained arms. “You can’t be fucking serious,” he scoffed with his head still down. Dyson must be trying to mess with his mind.

 “Recognize her?” The ogre asked in a low, deep, gravelly voice.

Radley just kept his head down still shaking it. His throat contracted and he spit on the stone floor.

“Isabelle—your foster sister,” the ogre growled. “Remember the tyke? She missed you, son, after you ran away from your foster parents. You should have called, Radford.” He tilted his fat head to the side of his gigantic shoulder and stared at Radley before belching very loudly. “Hurry up, son. Drink the blood. I just made the kill minutes ago. She sure was a cry baby.”

Every muscle tensed up in Radley’s body as he jerked violently at the handcuffs and chains.

“Drink the blood.” He picked up the girl’s body and held it before Radley’s face.

Radley thrust his torso upwards in a rush and smacked the ogre hard with his head. The ogre stumbled backward and fell to the floor. Radley’s heart ached at the sight of the little girl. He used to read her story books back when he was living with his foster parents. He hated it at that house, but he cared about Isabelle. She was young, innocent, and so very sweet.

“Oh, you have made a big mistake,” the ogre grumbled as he picked Isabelle’s frame back up off the floor and set her on the tray. He wobbled a bit as he tried to make his way to his huge flat feet, but after some struggle he managed to retain an upright position.

The ogre trudged out of the cell without saying a word. His heavy step caused the ground and walls to shudder. Shortly thereafter, he reentered the dungeon room with a whip.

Radley tensed at the sight of the long black whip. Ogres were brutal man eating creatures and Radley could tell this ogre was no better than the rest. Like all ogres, he enjoyed watching others suffer.

Before he could think anything else, the ogre started whipping him across the shoulder and back as he hunched over, powerless to fight the beast off or to protect himself in any way. All he could do was accept the pain.

Oh, and how intense that pain was. The black leather broke through his skin and the ogre continued hitting him to no avail. At first the blood dripped from the raw membranes to the floor, but in no time it flowed. It felt like he was being ripped apart over and over again until the pain just stopped and he passed out.
***
Lord Dyson, dressed in a designer suit with his short dark hair tousled seductively like a model in GQ magazine, sat at a gold table in the center of his library. Books lined the walls on all four sides of the small room and reached all the way up to the edge of the vaulted ceilings. “Drew,” Lord Dyson said as one of the guards, a man with a shiny bald head and a waxed mustache, brought her into his archive. “I’m delighted you’ve come to join me.”

With her shoulders slouched, Drew’s eyes were cast down at the ground while the guard held her by the wrist. “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, feeling her knees wobble slightly. “Your wish is my command.” Her throat ached at that admission, but she ignored the sensation.

“I like that,” he said with a wry smile on his fine featured face. He ran his fingers through his black hair and patted the seat beside him. Ooo-La-La she was one fine vixen with that blonde bedroom hair and those dreamy ocean blue eyes, he thought to himself. But the whore needs a little meat on her bones. She is looking gaunt, almost like a drug addict.

With a grunt, the guard released her, pushing her forward slightly. She walked over to the gold seat that was embroidered in old world crests with shiny purple thread and sat down without looking up. Her fingers fidgeted with the pearl buttons on her mauve silk dress. She hadn’t showered in a week and her blonde hair looked brassy and slightly greasy under the candle light twinkling down from the overhead chandelier.

Lord Dyson put his hand on the silk fabric covering Drew’s knee.

 Her stomach rolled, but she managed to remain perfectly still. It was a talent of the vampires to be able to hold positions without moving.

“I invited you here…” Lord Dyson whispered, “…because I have a favor to ask of you.”

 Her finger lifted to her lips absent mindedly. “Anything you like,” Drew said, unable to lift her eyes to meet his.

He held an impassive expression on his perfect, porcelain face. “I want you to arrange a meeting with Violet Paris tonight.”

Drew’s heart rate sped up. “I haven’t been in touch with her.” As she spoke, she felt like her throat was constricting. She had to swallow a couple of times before continuing. “But I can try. Anything to please you, sir.”

Lord Dyson’s hand slid under the edge of her dress and caressed her knee. “Lure Violet to the castle.”
Her body was so tense she hardly knew what to do. “How shall I accomplish that?” she asked, her eyes meeting his hesitantly.

“Now, Drew, dear, that is a stupid question.” The side of his lip quirked up into a half-grin.

She knew she didn’t have a choice. If she was to decline, he would send her back to the dungeon. Her short stay, locked within those cold grey walls, her arms suspended, and the terrible things done to her was too much to bear. Lord Dyson owned her and she knew it. But how could she betray her best friend. And what did he have planned for Violet? Whatever it was it couldn’t be good...

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Hey Guys!

I hoped to have Heavenly Rogues ready for you by now, but I am still writing it. I want it to be just right and have run into some personal life delays. I just returned from a funeral in Jerusalem. Hopefully, we will be back on track now. Heavenly Rogues is almost finished. I am writing a horror/steamy romance scene between two of the characters (I won't tell you who) in a mesmerizing hotel inspired by a church in Israel. I am very excited to have book 3 ready for you. I'll have to keep you posted. If you want to email me with your email address, I can add you to the mailing list and send you a notice when it is published. brightonhillbooks@gmail.com

Happy New Year <3
Brighton