Spotlight on Author Tommy Crown


Tommy Crown is a graduate of UNLV where he earned a BS in Marketing.

He achieved international recognition in 2009 for his debut novel, “A Night At The Oscars”, a scorching account of the lives of paid male escorts during Hollywood’s golden years. Written in first person, Crown denies the story has any truth to it…but grins.

In 2010, he began ghostwriting from the female POV for Hustler, and Bitch . A feat not easily accomplished by many male authors of erotica.

A self described loner and fiercely independent story teller, he naturally self published his first e-book “I Will Love You For A Thousand Years” in 2014. To date he has added 5 more.

He refuses to write cookie cutter stories and moves from genre to genre with ease. An example are his two children’s short stories, ‘The Locket’ and ‘Tomorrowland’, written for his own daughters and available on Amazon next to his other works.

Tommy believes in creating strong, believable characters in all his works and insists the characters shouldn’t just be part of a good story…they are the story.


Reads by Author Tommy Crown


I Will Love You For A Thousand Years
A summer romance by a lake turns to forever love. He was born with a gold spoon in his mouth. She was born deaf. Yet, somehow they knew they had found their soul mates. At the end of summer, they blew kisses across the lake, not knowing if they would ever meet again. Years later, they did. The world was their oyster as they traveled the world in style. Their journey of self discovery had them running with the bulls in Pamplona and even enduring the Camino de Santiago, a 700 mile hike known as ‘the way’. They had it all. Everyone said they were the happiest and most beautiful couple in the world. Then during a routine Christmas visit back home in Manhattan, everything changed. One would survive. One would not.




Ultimate MILF
Jane and Dexter Flynn were an ordinary couple living on the fringes of Hollywood. Jane longed to be more. She convinced her hapless husband to take her out on the town so she could rub elbows with the rich and famous. She certainly got more than she bargained for. It was during their dinner at Hollywood’s fashionable Brown Derby she fell under the spell of Sergio and Electra Nike, one of the wealthiest and most powerful couples on earth. From there, Jane meets Alexander Nike, the power couples teen age son, and the story escalates causing a total transformation from plain Jane to the ultimate MILF. It was lust, love, and adventure as the couple travels the world seeking new thrills and adventures. There journey hits a snag in Rome just when things were heating up and Jane finds herself alone and desperate. Will the Nike family rescue her? Will her young lover abandon her? This is both a love story and cautionary tale. Remember, everything that glitters is not gold.




Alexis Cole was born in the Tennessee hills as a result of her waitress mother’s fooling around with trucker’s during her dinner breaks. A victim of her trailer park environment and with no real guidance from her mother, young Alexis follows in her mother’s footsteps. But, she had no interest in truckers. Her sights were higher. She went after older men with money and that was her ticket out of the Tennessee hills to Beverly Hills. After a string of failed marriages and countless meaningless affairs and one night stands, she reevaluates her life and begins her quest to find Mr. Right. She finds that journey frightening when she is almost gang raped, but saved at the last second by a mysterious biker named Zeke. It was a combination of lust and love at first sight for her, but men like Zeke aren’t so easy to tame. He was ruggedly handsome with long hair, big arms, and heavily tattooed. Women swooned over him like a rockstar. It was during a visit to his grandmothers high upon a mountain that Alexis finally knew he was Mr. Right. Unfortunately, he didn’t see it that way and the couple go their separate ways. She travels to Las Vegas to find her missing father who was now working as an Elvis impersonator, she learns of a late night radio program that sets the stage for a powerful and tearful conclusion.




Searching For Barbie

Barbie was a good girl. A dead ringer for the famous doll of the same name. Everyone that knew her said she was the ‘nicest, sweetest, most caring’ girl they knew. But, did they know her secrets? Not even her closest friends knew how much she hated her minister father, or how pathetic she thought her mother was for allowing him to beat her into submission night after night. Barbie wanted to disappear and never look back. But, how? Could she vanish without a trace? She knew her father would stop at nothing to get her back. Perhaps, he had secrets, too. Barbie needed more than a plan. She needed a miracle. Will she find one and if so, at what price?




My Eyes Adore You

A young girl known to be a dreamer, meets a young boys reflection in the murky waters of Blue Bayou. Was it chance that brought them together or something more powerful? Meet Bo and Carrie. She’s the sweet innocent one while he’s anything but. Someone’s going to have to change to make things work. But, who will it be? The pharmacists daughter or the kid from reform school?




Cloud Nine Bedtime Stories

Book #1, Tomorrowland
Do you believe in miracles or a life after this one? Meet little Pearl, an orphan and gentle Ben her rescuer. Both homeless with no family, they quickly bond and decide it was their destiny to ride out the snow storm inside a little diner. Here they meet waitress Alice, who instantly sees their situation as desperate and treats them to breakfast. With their tummies full and their minds full of questions, up pops Joey. Joey is smartly dressed and seems to be much wiser than his years. He claims to be from Tomorrowland. A place he describes as ‘someplace nice’ where there were no orphans or homeless. No one ever gets sick or grows old. It sounded too good to be true, but Ben and Pearl had nothing to lose…except each other. Would they stay together and live on the streets or take a chance on a better life in Tomorrowland?



Book #2, The Locket

Young Princess Annabelle was traveling in her white carriage pulled by four proud white horses. She glanced out and spotted a lone figure under a tree down by a stream. A curious child by nature, she commanded the driver to stop so she could run down and investigate. Once there, she discovers a young boy. His name was Nicholas. He was very different than other young boys the Princess had met, but different in a good way. He was calm and quiet and had an easy way about him as he whittled on a tree branch. Being a Princess, strangers frightened her, but there was something about Nicholas that made her feel at ease. After chatting for a few minutes, she discovers Nicholas was very gifted and had some incredible powers. Powers he tried to convince her she had as well. She doubted and giggled at first, but soon realized anything’s possible…if you believe.



Book #3, The Incredible Mr. Dann

A feel good book of love, loss, strength, hope and Thanksgiving.




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Newest Release from Author Kora Knight


Series: The Nira Chronicles
Author: Kora Knight
Release Date: March 2nd, 2016

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Astrum Industries’ newest charted planet. Freshly discovered. Wholly unexplored. But that won’t be the case for long. Led by Captain Alec Hamlin, a team of explorers make an emergency landing and are soon confronted by their first Niran native. A huge male Kríe packed with muscle, baring small, black horns and fangs. Fortunately, he’s friendly. Or so he lets them believe.
With the help of his pack, the Kríe takes Alec’s team captive, intending to sell them for profit. But these Nirans aren’t just shrewd, they’re arrogant and domineering. And most of all, extremely sexual. Which explains why, on their journey to peddle their new wares, they feed Alec’s team a powerful aphrodisiac. Nothing like some decadent entertainment on the side. Soon the team finds themselves feverishly trying to resist the growing urge to mount their seductive captors. But as passion prevails and unexpected bonds form, so much more is suddenly at stake. With no time left, will a shift in Kríe perspective be enough to change the fate of Alec’s team?




Alec roused to the crackle and popping of a fire… and the sound of more than one Gesh-like voice. Eyelids not quite ready to open, he shifted with a groan. Then froze. Somehow he was sitting upright but couldn’t move. Not much at least, thanks to something holding him secure by his throat and chest. Heart instantly back to hammering, he forced his eyes to open so he could get busy assessing what the fuck. Slowly, his blurry vision started to clear. It was nighttime and, oh God, he was tied to a tree.

Trying not to freak, he looked down at his body. Well, attempted to at least, which wasn’t easy with rope holding his neck against a trunk. Meaning, he couldn’t see the other rope, either. The one wound tightly across his chest, and underneath both of his armpits. Normally, a wrap like that would allow arm movement, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Because with knees bent and open, Alec’s wrists and ankles were tied and bound together with only a scant bit of rope between them. Which allowed Alec to lift his hands a little, but not straighten out his legs.

Fucking great.

That’d definitely make escaping a challenge.

Instinctively, he tugged at his snugly tied hands. But when his wrists and forearms grazed his crotch, he made another startling discovery. His dick was literally hard as rock, and his nut sac felt kind of swollen, too. What the fuck? Had he been having a wet dream while knocked out cold? Talk about messed up timing.

Warily, he lifted his eyes to his surroundings. A half-dozen yards away, poking at a campfire, Gesh sat talking to… another Kríe. Alec sucked in a breath as his eyes focused more. Oh, hell. Make that three other Kríe. And all of them were ransacking the team’s rucksacks! Alec glowered, until five more Kríe strode into view.

Aw, fuck. Tied up and totally outnumbered.

Heart pounding faster, Alec looked for his men. Didn’t take him long to find them bound to trees, too. The science trio was still completely out. Most likely because their slightly smaller builds had yet to work off the sedatives. But Zaden and Chet were wide fucking awake, glaring poison daggers at their captors.

Zaden glanced his way and met Alec’s gaze, his dark eyes all kinds of stressed. As they should be. Their team was in big fucking trouble. And Alec had no clue what to do. Gesh and his buddies had stripped them of their possessions, so no chance would a pocket knife still be in his shorts. Not that he could reach it if it was. Truth be told, he didn’t really want to move his hands. His cock was way too sensitive and needed some no-contact time to chill.

Zaden gestured to his own bound wrists and wiggled his index finger. Alec blinked at the thing, confused at first, until Z started to tap it in a pattern. Ah. Of course. Morse Code. Alec should’ve thought of that himself. In his defense, though, he was still kind of groggy around the edges. Intently, he tried to focus on that finger, frowning when Zaden stopped and made a strange face. But when Z shifted his hips awkwardly, Alec instantly understood. He looked back at Zaden’s hands, or more specifically, the straining fly he was trying so hard not to touch.

What the hell?

Alec glanced at the others, discovering they, too, were sporting huge frickin’ bulges. Even the threesome still snoozing away. Zaden cleared his throat, ready to resume, but Alec was still wrapping his brain around what was going on. Forcing his focus back on Z, Alec studied his friend’s tapping finger. But before he could make out a single sentiment, none other than Gesh sauntered over.

Grinning, the big fucker squatted down in front of him, his skin looking black in the firelight. “Alec,” he greeted, his rich timbre smug.

“Asshole,” Alec irritably returned.

Gesh canted his head, his expression amused, then reached out and ran a claw down Alec’s forearm. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to warrant Alec’s attention. Because that black little fucker was sharp. Alec watched it warily until Gesh used it to lift Alec’s chin, forcing Alec’s gaze back to his. Alec studied his face, his features inexplicably attractive, that tiny hoop through his nasal septum only adding to his exotic appeal. And God, up close, his golden eyes were amazing—even if Alec was pissed at the guy. Stunning. Damn near hypnotizing. Especially with his black pupils all dilated like that.

Again, Gesh’s lips curved into a grin. “I was impatient for you to wake, Alec. Was impatient for us to talk.”

Alec blinked, then froze. Holy shit. Gesh spoke English. But wait. No way that was possible.

Gesh chuffed out a laugh, his grin expanding until thick fangs dropped into view. Wow, for such a bastard, the Kríe had a great smile. The way those full, dark lips made the white of his teeth pop…

Alec squeezed his eyes shut and tried to clear his head. God, not only was he hearing things, but wearing rose-colored glasses, too. Gesh did not have a great smile. Gesh was a backstabbing dick.

Gesh’s next laugh came out noticeably deeper. “I never stabbed your back. And while my “dick” is substantial, I do not believe that makes me one as a whole.”

Alec’s mouth dropped open, the last of his haze evaporating. “Oh, my God. You’re translating telepathically.” He searched the Kríe’s face, unable to believe it. “But how are you cracking our language barrier?”

Gesh shrugged a beefy shoulder. “It is something we all do.”

Alec eyed him incredulously.

Gesh tilted his head. “For a species with such advanced technology, your brains are not very developed.”

Alec narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh. Nice dodge. Do you even know how you do it?”

Gesh relented with a chuckle. “Yes. Of course. Our minds break down discourse, process words into basic sentiments. In turn, we project our own thoughts back on a brain wave that is compatible to all species.”

Alec frowned. “So how come we couldn’t understand you before?”

“I suspect because you had not yet eaten Niran food.”

Alec stared at him blankly, not quite following.

Gesh grinned and shook his head. “When it entered your bloodstream, it woke a part of your brain that your kind has not yet started using. The part that enables higher communication.”

Whoa. The trio was going to have a field day with that. But unfortunately, Alec couldn’t. Not while they were in such dire straits.

He glanced at Zaden, who was watching them intently, then turned his attention back to Gesh. “Fine. Whatever. Nice fucking trick. Why were you waiting onme?

“You are leader of your unit, are you not?”

Alec pursed his lips. “Why are you doing this? Why trick us and hold us captive?”

Another idle shrug. “Because I can.”

Gesh looked down to watch his claw resume its roaming. Along Alec’s inner elbow, back down his forearm, then across the meaty base of his thumb. But it wasn’t until that claw grazed Alec’s straining bulge that his body gave a head-to-toe shiver.

Gesh looked up and smiled. “You are sensitive here.” Slowly, he ran his finger up Alec’s fly.

Alec moaned. Then glared. “Yeah. I am. So stop touching and give me a better answer.”

Gesh smirked and inched closer. “I tricked you because I want your team. But you were skittish. And had many weapons.”

Had being the operative word. They didn’t have shit now but the clothes on their backs.

Alec scowled. “But why do you want us? Maybe we can make a deal.”

Again, Gesh chuffed. “Moyo ochay.” Funny creature. An utterance Alec remembered from earlier. Gesh lifted his paw and ran a knuckle along Alec’s jaw, then slid his fingers into Alec’s hair. “I want your team because I find you delicious. Your species is very alluring.”

Idly, he grazed his claws along Alec’s scalp. Goosebumps instantly flared to life. Alec shivered again. Damn. He was super-sensitized everywhere. He tried to dislodge Gesh’s fingers from his hair but couldn’t move his head enough to do so.

Frustrated and restless, he glowered at his captor. “So what does that mean? You want us as some kind of yummy little prey to play cat and mouse with in your jungle?”

Gesh lifted a dark brow. “Intriguing, but no. That is not what I have in mind.”

“Then what,” Alec grated. “Gonna kill us and stuff us? So you can stick us up all pretty on your mantle?”

Gesh’s fangs flashed in the firelight as he leaned in closer, his woodsy scent enveloping Alec’s senses. “What I want is much more indulgent than that.” He dragged his hot tongue up Alec’s cheek.

Alec froze. “Oh, God. You’re gonna eat us.”

Gesh stilled, then leaned back and let loose a laugh. A big, deep, jaunty one, and genuine as hell. “You are comical, human. But not very bright.”

Alec bristled. “I don’t know your fucking culture. You could all be a bunch of cannibals.”  He paused and eyed Gesh warily. “You’re not a bunch of cannibals, right?”

“No.” Gesh resumed his lazy lapping, this time up Alec’s jaw to his ear.

“Ah!” Alec grimaced. “Stop fucking licking me. Goddamn. And just tell me what you want.”

Gesh growled against his skin. “As if I owe you an explanation. You are nothing more than playthings, Alec. Playthings to delight in as we wish.” He cupped Alec’s crotch and bit down on his lobe.

Alec gasped, his junk going bat-shit crazy as every drop of blood drained from his face. “Holy shit,” he rasped. “You… Your team… You’re going to force yourselves on us sexually.”

Gesh jerked back as if offended, then slowly grinned. “Oh, no, delicious creature. You will gladly consent. In fact, you will beg us for our cocks.”

Alec grit his teeth. “Never gonna happen.”

Gesh lifted a brow, canted his head, and eyed Alec’s obvious bulge. “You do not think?”

“No,” Alec snapped. “I do not fucking think.”

Gesh’s lips twitched. “We shall see.” His thumb brushed Alec’s crotch—right atop his sensitive glans.

Alec inhaled sharply, then paused in realization, nailing Gesh with another irate glare. “You did this to us, you twisted fuck.”

Gesh’s big eyes gleamed.

Alec seethed harder. “How.”

“Senna`sohnsay,” Gesh purred. Fruit of unrelenting fire.

Alec blinked. “You mean, that fruit you fed us? But… I watched you eat it, too.”

Again, Gesh shrugged. “It is not poison.”

“Yeah, but you’re obviously immune.”

“Am I?”

Gesh curled his big paw around Alec’s bound hands and pressed them against his own crotch. Then, as if to hammer things home, he slowly moved them up his length. Alec gaped. He couldn’t help it. Was too fucking floored. Because not only did Gesh’s cock feel harder than steel, but longer than a fucking pole. The distance from its base to its bulging crown seemed to go on forever. Easily twelve inches, probably more, with the girth of a baseball bat on steroids.

Alec shook his head as much as he could move it. “I don’t understand. Why would you subject yourself, too?”

“Because it was the only way to convince your team to eat. And besides, I like the feeling.”

Wholly disturbed, Alec shifted his hips, his own cock growing more sensitive. “Great. And how long does “the feeling” last?”

“It will not relent until seed has spilled.”

Alec exhaled in relief. Oh, thank fuck. He could easily rub one off. As could his team.

Gesh’s eyes bore into his. “So you see, you are not alone. I too ache for release.” He dragged his tongue slowly down his fang. “Would you like to help me with this?”

Alec stilled, then grimaced. “Ah, God, dude. No. Go jerk off behind a damn tree.”

Gesh canted his head, brows furrowing at Alec’s words, a hint of confusion flickering in his gaze. “But that will not do any good.”

Alec chuckled darkly. “Hey, not my problem. You got yourself into this mess. Untie me and maybe I’ll help you find a woman.”

“A woman?” Gesh repeated, eyeing Alec oddly. Standing up, he squeezed his junk. “You speak no sense, but I do not care. It is too soon for you to truly understand. Tonight I will sate my body’s needs elsewhere.” Pivoting on his heel, he called to one of his pack. “Roni. Reckay óondah. Nenya rhya may tai.”Roni. I need release. Come fuck me now.

Gee, how nice of him to translate that, too. But wait a minute. Gesh want Roni to fuck him? He wasn’t going to find a female? Alec supposed he shouldn’t be surprised with the way Gesh had acted. The massive Kríe must swing both ways. Which made sense in a way, since he only traveled with males. But hold up. Shouldn’t Gesh be fucking Roni, and not the other way around? Gesh was the one who needed to come.

Confused, Alec watched a male pause from ransacking Chet’s pack to follow Gesh into the woods. Not far, however, just barely out of sight. Though, not out of Alec’s sight. Guess Gesh wanted to give him a good show.




Born and raised in the Northern Virginia, I’ve always loved to read, but it wasn’t until my preteen years that I discovered my deep-seated love for writing. Though, with published literary teachers and play writers in the family tree, that really shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
Starting with my involvement in social book forums, I then tried my hand in literary role playing. Which, in turn, led to my becoming a fervent online independent writer. Since then, I’ve endeavored to share with the world my impassioned stories of love, adventure and sensual wonderment, my most recent delight being that of m/m erotica.

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