Please welcome Lee Brazil and his new release
Cranberry Pi.
About Lee Brazil: Somewhere
in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher
to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless
one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of
escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of
nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind
glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then turn the page
and see… there you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you
are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at
exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and
that is why I write now, it's why I taught English and literature for so many
years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer…or a
starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am
a writer, and that's the best thing in the world to be if you ask me, because
as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I
hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would
have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
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Cranberry Pi
Cover Artist: Laura Harner
Publisher: Lime Time Press
We've
got blurbage: As if starting a new job, picking up the reins
of a disorganized former colleague, and moving back in with his parents while
he saves for a down payment on a house of his own isn't enough, Cecil Trace has
just discovered that part of the Art Director's job at the exclusive Linwood
Academy is putting on a series of holiday pageants…with the first one
celebrating Thanksgiving just three short weeks away.
He's got enough on his hands getting reluctant
students ready to wow their parents and the community with their brilliance,
and preparing a holiday showing of his own artwork at a local gallery, he
doesn't need recalcitrant but brilliant math instructor Reese Cavelli arguing
about every little detail.
While Reese understands the new Art Director's
urgency, he can't allow Cecil to undermine his authority with the students.
Reese can't help being an ass to the new art director, and he knows in part his
behavior is due to his own insecurities, but it's also got a lot to do with the
fact that the vibrant young artist is so damned sexy in his jeans and bohemian
shirts. Every time he comes into contact with Cecil Trace, he finds himself
Categories:
Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
And a
sneak peek: The store doors whooshed open and a wave of cold
air enticed him inside. The silver gum wrapper nagged at the back of his mind,
but he was determined. No more picking up after other people. Not after coming
in early and staying late and spending all his planning periods cleaning up
Torey Crowe's disaster of a classroom over the last week.
Pulling out his smartphone, he called up a list
of items he needed and swung a cart out of the corral. He knew the store like
the back of his hand, but it seemed unusually crowded this Sunday. Ducking into
an aisle to detour around a woman who appeared to have at least six
two-year-olds in her charge, he nearly collided with another cart. Cursing, he
veered to the left quickly. Too quickly as he wound up hitting a hanging
display of sandwich containers in gaudy plastic colors.
"Fuck!" Instantly, he backed up a
little and bent to retrieve the objects that had fallen from the display.
Something rammed into his backside and sent him sprawling forward onto the
dirty linoleum. "Fuck!" he snarled, catching himself with his hands
and pushing upright.
"Oh, excuse me."
The pleasant baritone irritated him even more,
because it seemed familiar. Spinning about, he found himself face-to-face with
the devil himself. Or temptation. The man who'd hit him with the shopping cart
was stooping to pick up the sandwich containers, and Reese didn't have a very
clear view of him, but what he saw was enough to make his cheeks burn even
brighter and his heart falter just a bit before racing.
Golden hair, in a long, straight sheet fell
forward over his face, long…too long for a man, really. Reese tried to sneer,
but his fingers twitched again, and he wanted to reach out and push that hair
back behind the man's ear to see what sort of face it hid. He had an impression
of slenderness, caught a glimpse of faded denim, and a shirt that looked a hell
of a lot like his sister's baby doll pajamas before his cock swelled.
Embarrassed, he jerked his own cart and trotted down the aisle. "Watch
where you're going!" he choked out, racing for the produce department.
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Tour Date: 11/21/14
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My favorite book is Keeping House. I just love Mischa.
ReplyDeleteMischa has a special place in my heart, Sherry! I'll be having news later this year about Keeping House and the whole Truth or Dare series.Thanks for stopping by!
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