Now I'll tell you a secret about me that almost
everyone knows...I just might happen to be Lee Brazil's biggest stalker. Hey,
when you find an author that turns out to be an auto-buy and has a great
personality and humors all your little quirks...it's a recipe made to add
cushion to your hips and a smile to your lips. *winks* But another secret I've
shouted out loud is that I'm a regency reading whore...oh my goodness I love a
good regency romance—gets the juices flowing and the cheekbones glowing...(okay! Sorry, that's the last rhyme I
attempt...I think *blinks* Hey, that doesn't count hehe)
My point is...Lee Brazil falls into both those categories...um...I
guess what I'm saying is he can move hips until the juices flow and leaves you
with a smile on your lips while you glow in the aftermath of a terrific...read.
Wow...somebody could really misinterpret what I tried
to say...I'll have to think about rewording this opening...
In the meantime...
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?
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.
Lee's good about playing well with
others...check him out here:
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/crawlinbedwithlee/
Twitter: @leebrazil
Cover Artist: Laura Harner
Photograph: Dan Skinner
Publisher: Lime Time Press
We've
got blurbage:
Nicholas Danville doesn’t trust his lover to
share the depth of his attraction.
He knows full well Victor must marry to fulfill
his duty to his aristocratic family.
Assuredly marriage will mean the end of their
liaison.
A youthful indiscretion leads to a humiliating
encounter between Nicholas Danville and Lord Victor Ware. Nicholas is sent home
in disgrace, and Victor continues life in the Ton. Years later, Nicholas's
reproving parents send him to town to attain a degree of polish before he
prepares for life as a member of the clergy.
A chance encounter with an old friend leads to a
new confrontation between Nicholas and Victor. This time, the attraction
between them burns brighter, Nicholas is old enough to know his own mind, and
Victor is done with self-denial.
From ballrooms to gardens and opera houses,
Victor sets about proving that a passionate liaison between two men is possible
even under the narrow gaze of the Ton.
And a
sneak peek: Peter had evidently taken the time to pull his
glossy Hessians back on because Victor had swallowed half the glass before he
heard the door click behind him. Lifting the glass to study the amber liquid in
the firelight, he spoke without turning around. "I pay you an adequate
allowance to cover your own establishment Peter, exactly because I do not wish
to find hordes of drunken revelers have invaded my home."
"I'm glad for Peter's sake that you're a
generous man, My Lord Ware. But I'd hardly call our little gathering a
horde."
Victor whirled about to find Danville lounging
in altogether too close a proximity. A single lingering glance impressed upon
Victor the slender lithe frame, lovingly outlined by tight buff colored
breeches, fine white linen shirt open at the neck. Both his discreetly
embroidered waistcoat and his black tailcoat hung open. Danville’s
inappropriate dishabille enticed him as the devil tempted sinners. He held up a
hand as though to ward off the smaller man, but Danville stepped impossibly
closer, and Victor groaned as his blood thrummed and his head swam.
Strong arms wrapped around his neck, tugging his
head down, and soft wet lips pressed lightly against his mouth. "I've
waited years for this moment, Ware."
Then Victor gave up listening, gave up fighting
the response of his body as an agile tongue probed the seam of his lips,
seeking entrance. He accepted Nicky's kiss, opened his mouth to suck at the
questing tongue. He chased Nicky's tongue for what seemed like ages, his body
hardening and heating with lust.
His arms closed around Nicky's slender waist,
hauling the man close so he could seek solace for the ache of his prick in
grinding against the silk of Nicky's evening breeches. The shattering of his
whiskey glass on the hearth broke the mood, and Nicky pulled away, retreating
to the door.
"I'm going now." He paused, hand on
the doorknob. A strangely earnest expression crossed his face as he tilted his
head to glance back at the stunned Victor. "Shall I return? Or do you
forbid Peter's friends the run of your home?"
He slipped from the room while Victor struggled
to frame a coherent response.
*fans face* um...yep there go the
juices...*slaps hands over mouth and blushes* Okay—pick this amazing book up
here:
Tour Date: 6/26/14
Parker Williams,
Amanda
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me me), MM Good Book Reviews, Rainbow Gold Reviews, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue
Words, Hearts on Fire,
Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Prism Book Alliance, Top2Bottom,
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Dragons, The Hat Party
And if you play with Lee's Rafflecopter you have
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wanna push his buttons...hehe
*falls
back on very tasteful looking—if not a tad bit overboard with the velveteen pillows—chaise
lounge and sighs in completion* Well I'm spent. So, was it good for you too?
Just remember...this illicit moment was brought to you by the always suave and
yummy goodness that encourages you to scream out...
