Havan's Heavenly Haven: Interview: Loving Jacob @LeeBrazil @PridePromo #mustread #bookcontest

Today’s a treat…I’ve got a guest coming for a visit! Yep…nothing better than that, right? To have a great friend stop on by and share a pot of coffee…attempt to bake um, something (eeeek!)…ask a few questions about a fave book of mine they wrote…talk about sex—

Is that coffee I smell? Who's talking about sex?

Lee! You aren’t supposed to be here yet…you’re early! Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my special guest today…the talented and best selling author Lee Brazil. :)

*waves* Hi everyone. *nudges Havan* You did say coffee? I brought cookies…

*shoves cookie in mouth* It’s been a long time since we’ve had a sit down and chit chat type of blog together, but not that long…of course I have coffee for us. *nibbles on another cookie* Sooooooo…about having that sex chat…

Me? Chat about sex? Not on your life. No kissing and telling.

But…but…but I’m pouting! *points to lips*

And looking so cute while doing it! Is that a new blouse?

*blushes* Oh this old thing…I just…hey! Okay fine, no pouting while we’re discussing the two hotties from one of my favorite books of yours, Loving Jacob…and yes, yes I do love Jacob and Malcolm. I still remember when you wrote this book—do you remember? I mean of course you remember, you wrote it. But oh, you had me tennis-bopping from one side to the other? First I was team Jacob…then team Malcolm. I’m sure you had plenty of feedback like that…

Feedback? Well most of it was hate mail… Just kidding. I recall that people were very polarized about this story—some loved Jacob and hated Malcolm, others were very positive in general.

I thought for sure there was no way in hades you’d manage to pull a HEA out of your um…damn fine writing arsenal to fix the mess these two boys dragged themselves through and then *sighs* And that’s it…these two characters are so freaking true to life. Sure they are handsome and sexy, but they are real people too that make real life decisions that aren’t always good. How do you make me fall in love with these men who are sooooooo…I just wanna wring their necks sometimes.

Well…uh…I'm not sure. They just…happened that way?

And you’d think with me being your bestie I’d have a say in how many times you’re allowed to break my heart in one book…but you didn’t cut me any slack…*glares at Lee*

Uh…*whistles*

Yeah yeah yeah…cute tune you got going on there…lmao. But OH. MY. GOD. When Malcolm and Jacob drop their clothes *fans down neck of shirt* well talk about a thing of beauty…which is why we should soooooo be talking about—

Hey! No! I warned you! You're gonna be cut off from the cookie jar if you keep trying to sneak in sex…

You can’t do that! *opens friend manual, flipping through pages* Oh…well, can’t blame a girl for trying.

*mutters* Oh can't I?

Nope you can’t…now this is normally where I post the blurb for everyone to read, but why don’t we do something just a tad bit different. Can you tell us what Loving Jacob is to you?

You’re kidding me…you want me to write a synopsis of what Loving Jacob is to me?

I’m not a size queen—it doesn’t have to be long or anything, just a quick paragraph of you describing the gist of the book without it being the same old blurb everyone else gets…

um…or yeah, I’m kidding and no worries…

Whichever answer you like better.

Lmao…I give you a perfectly good blurb, and that’s not good enough…oh no…Havan has to make things harder…

Of course I like harder *hands over tequila and limes* I do it for you *bats lashes*

Uh huh…okay.

Loving Jacob is a story about second chances and forgiveness. It's a story about love for everyone – since no one is perfect.

Two sentences? I’ve got to work harder on my cute face…lmao. But you know, the best main characters are the ones with true flaws about them. Damn I suddenly feel the need to read Loving Jacob all over again. :)

Thanks so much for joining us Lee, you know I always love having you. *waggles brows*

Time for me to settle down with a little wine and a whole lotta Malcolm and Jacob…if I can just find where I put that darn kindle of mine…

While I look around here for it, you all can enjoy this excerpt I snagged. *winks*

Excerpt:

Malcolm stood in the hallway, gritting his teeth and reminded himself that an office fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.

He kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was focused…fuck…on Malcolm's obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion, he snarled at his libido. There will be no casual hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted like hell to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he wore. He didn't go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he'd make an exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public.

A law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary, Marge, that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn't control his urges around the tech guy.

He threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man from the technology department when he caught that sultry purple gaze on his cock for what must have been the hundredth time as the slight young man brushed against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator on the second floor.

Impulsively, Malcolm grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He'd had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his embrace. He tilted Jacob's head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed in the heated, slick haven of Jacob's mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been hidden there. Fuck. He could drown in the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn't even try to escape the kiss; he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He brushed his tongue against Malcolm's, sweeping it gently along the roof of his mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily when their lips parted.

Malcolm pulled back and spoke harshly. "Is that what you're after, little boy? You want a quick fuck in the elevator to start the week off right?"

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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 you 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 I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, 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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