2/17/2012

New Blurb & Excerpt: Loving Eden

Coming Soon From Breathless Press

March 2, 2012

Loving Eden
by 
Lee Brazil 


Eden St. Cyr wants to let the boy who's crushing on him down easy. Drew Harris wants to protect his son from what he considers a disastrous relationship. Neither of them counted on being attracted to the other.



Eden St. Cyr has wandering feet.  He shuffles around the country from place to place and college to college, changing majors and lovers at whim. When Bailey Harris starts following him home, mooning around and showing signs of affection, Eden hatches a plan to let the kid down lightly before he leaves for the next semester, the next college, and the next lover.

Drew Harris is stunned at the changes in his son.  His responsible dependable, cheerful boy has become a moody despondent, irresponsible teenager. Drew knows exactly who to blame, too.  When Eden doesn’t' return his phone calls, he's forced to be a little more devious in his plans to get the bad influence out of his son's life.

An unexpected attraction derails both men from their plans, but when Bailey walks in at the least appropriate time, can things be put right?

Loving Eden 

 Excerpt

"You're one of Bailey's friends? I'm Drew, his Dad." The man asked, reaching down and picking up Eden's back pack.
"Yes," He mumbled in reply, striving to fight down the shivers of arousal that rippled through him with the deep voice. The effect from the answering machine was magnified in person. That voice was a caress in itself, stroking over his body, making him tingle with awareness.
"Let me show you where you'll be sleeping. I'm putting you in with Bailey. Sorry I can't stay and talk, but I've got to get down to the market in town and pick up some supplies for our weekend."
Eden willingly followed the man into the house and down a short hallway. Bailey's dad opened a door and gestured into the room. "Here you go. People should be arriving soon, but I hope to be back before anyone else gets here."
Eden stepped up to the doorway inadvertently brushing against that hard muscled body as he did so. Heat seared through his thin T-shirt and gooseflesh prickled his arms. He bit his lip to keep the moan inside, just nodding his head, too afraid that his arousal would show to speak. He ducked his head and made to move into the room, when a hard warm hand closed around his upper arm. He found himself turned to face Bailey's dad, and looked up into puzzled blue eyes.
"We'll talk later, yes?" The man asserted. Eden was trapped in the depths of those deep blue eyes and unable to utter a response. A big, calloused hand came up to cup Eden's jaw, thumb rubbing gently over the two-day growth of beard he hadn't bothered to shave. Shaking his head, Drew began to speak again but then his head tilted slightly to the side and his lips came down. Eden caught his breath in surprise. Surely Bailey's dad wasn't going to kiss him?
But he was. Warm dry lips pressed to his own briefly, sliding a little to the side, nipping lightly at his own lower lip. The gentle kiss swept right across his mouth in a brief warm touch that left him craving more. It had barely begun before Drew pulled away. Wow. Pressing his fingers to his still tingling lips, Eden stared after the handsome man who'd shown him his room. Definitely scrapping plan A for this weekend.






2/16/2012

Crawl in Bed With Dawne Prochilo


Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

These are 1500 count Egyptian cotton...the finest of the finest for me (gentle runs her fingernail along Lee's chin). When I have a visitor to my sanctuary, I want the softest most luxurious material caressing my skin.

*gulps* Uhm...What are you wearing?

My usual writing attire- a pair of cotton running shorts, a camisole and (giggles) not much else. I must be comfy when in my refuge and preparing to stir up my muse.

*Blinks* Oh, yes...comfortable...That's exactly what I was thinking, you look comfortable. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Mmm... basil flavored gourmet wafer crackers and smoked cheddar cheese with a glass of Chardonnay. Oops, careful there Lee (reaches over, touches a crumb on his lower lip), wouldn't want crumbs in the bed. That can be very messy.

*blushes*  Oh, sorry... yeah don't want to make a mess.  *looks around for distraction* If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

(Bats Lee's hand away and giggles) Oh, you mustn't go in there. That is the haven for all my 'special' visitors when I get lonely. Oh, Heaven's sake...would you like a demonstration?

*eyes widen*  Demonstration?  Seriously?  *Looks over shoulder* I would so get my ass kicked if I said yes.  So, er...do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I am trashy in bed...(blushing) what I mean is that, I start out all snuggled in with a “huggie” pillow and by morning Bed Trashing Gremlins must visit me (damn them for not waking me up for the fun) and the sheets are twisted, sometimes even flung off the bed and my pillows, which I must have at least six, are scattered all over the bedroom. It's almost like a pillow fight occurred and I missed it.

*whispers* trashy in bed? *Shake my head* I mean, Bed Trashing Gremlins? I've never met any of those. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Oh Goodness...the calves are permissible but don't you dare inch your way up further...no further...not quite there yet, further up...yes, there (moans and squirms in the bed). That's the spot. You must never go up that far (moans again).

I see,  okay- well, I'll make a note of just how far I can go. *snuggles* What are we reading?

Oh this (flips through her print book) this is one of my 2011 releases and my favorite book called When We Meet Again.




Excerpt- When he got in the truck he asked, "So, where to?"
"Hmmm," she thought, nibbling on her lower lip. "Not much to do around here."
He started the truck, "Well, we’ll find something."
As he pulled out of the parking lot, Brynn remembered a park on the other side of the town and directed Ethan where to go. It was dark and the park was empty, so they parked near the entrance.
He removed his seatbelt. She followed suit and readjusted herself to be more comfortable. She turned to face him and sat with her legs bent beneath her.
She could still make out the contour of his face even though it was dark. Even though she could barely see his eyes, she knew they were gazing at her. She shifted a little and Ethan leaned in and kissed her. He placed his hand under her cheek and his fingers entwined with her hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer to him and into the heated moment.
His mouth was so sensual she could’ve stayed here forever. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she inhaled with exhilaration. She met each of his tongue strokes with a feverish desire of her own tongue.
She leaned over the center console of the front seat and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kisses were becoming so deep and intense that before Brynn knew it, she was sitting on his lap in the front seat. She needed to be closer. His arms wrapped around her waist and she was running her fingers through his hair.
"You can’t be very comfortable," he said when their lips finally parted.
"I’m fine," she said breathlessly and swallowed.
"Are you sure?" he asked, trying to reposition to give her more room. He put his arm under her bent knees that were dangling over the console into the passenger seat. He tried to pull her body more onto his lap.
"I’m fine, really," she said, smiling in the darkness.
"What are we doing?" he asked her. "Are we going to stay here, park and make out all night?"
Just then a vehicle coming up the street shined its lights on them. She squinted at the bright intrusion.
"Not exactly a lot of privacy here," he said holding his free hand up to shield the car’s lights from her vision.
"So I’ve noticed," she smiled. "Well, I guess it depends on how much privacy we need."
She kept running her fingers through his hair and he laid his head back on the headrest. He shut his eyes enjoying the tranquil moment and arousing caress.
"Oh, babe, that feels so good," he moaned and began lovingly stroking his hands over her waist. His hand was under her cotton shirt, touching her flesh. It felt so warm and smooth; Ethan thought he’d lose himself in her softness.
"I’ve been thinking about this night and moment forever," she admitted and stopped touching his hair. "It’s almost surreal."
He raised his head and looked at her. She appeared so innocent, with a hint of alluring charm. Her presence captivated him.
For a moment, Ethan was twenty-four years younger and they were up on Hannaford Hill. Her soft body and sexuality hadn’t changed, it became more enhanced, and he felt his own enhancement growing in his jeans. He shifted again.



2/15/2012

Welcome Guest: Diane Hartsock


A Gorgeous Set of Eyes


Hi Lee! Thanks for having me as a guest on your lovely blog today. But what better place to be during this month of romance than here? Don’t you all agree? When you’re done with my post, be sure to take a few minutes to look around. Lot’s of yummies to be found here.




Now grab a coffee and sit down. I have the most delicious story to tell you! Oh, and there’s a give-away. I’ll get to that later.

I was at work messing with the flowers, as usual—minding my own business, I might add!—when they walked in, the most gorgeous set of eyes I’ve ever seen. I’d never thought it was a true expression before, but my jaw actually dropped. I think I grinned like an idiot, too, but I don’t think anyone saw me.

See, I’m all flustered again! Let me start at the beginning. I’m the floral designer for a novelty garden and gift shop. I’d just finished an arrangement for a customer and was cleaning up my mess when this sexy six foot gorgeous hunk of a blond walks up to my counter. I blink, dazzled, when he flashes me a thousand watt smile, you know the kind that makes you forget who you are for a second?

He explained that he and his partner were looking for a gift for a friend. Partner? I didn’t see… But then I did and lost track of mister blond-god for a minute. His boyfriend wasn’t much taller than my 5’ 8”, but his blue jeans hugged him, oh so nicely! And the dark grey sweater molded lean muscles and a smooth stomach.

I groaned in silent frustration. The silky black hair that swept his shoulders also hid his eyes. I have a thing for eyes. His glance at me was too quick to see their color, and I had to be content with watching his lips as he handed blondie a cup of tea from the tea bar. They spoke softly while I contemplated the contrast of white skin softly blushed from the cold outside and full, pouty pink lips you want to kiss just to see if they’re as soft and sweet as they look.

They came to a decision and ordered the flowers they liked, then wandered the store for a gift while I put their selection of tropicals together in a vase. I couldn’t help but watch them. They were adorable! I don’t want to say the sexy blond hovered over his man, but they were never more than six steps apart. It was more like the dark beauty was the most precious thing in his life. He’d bring over things for his lover to look at. Touch his shoulder and reach something off a high shelf for him. Ah me, true love is beautiful to see, isn’t it?

When they came to collect their flowers, the dark haired dream finally looked at me. God…damn! His eyes were a clear sapphire blue, intense, amazing eyes that flashed across the room and nailed me to the floor. Wild fancies filled my head. What would those eyes be like blazing with passion; or soft and sated, dark hair spilled on the pillowcase… I tell you true, if I were twenty years younger and a man I would have given blondie a run for his money! I no longer blamed him for hovering. If those eyes affected me like that, what must they do to anyone who stood a chance at him? Wow.

I told you I had a thing for eyes! And that’s my segue into the reason for my post. In my m/m erotic romances, Nevil has just such a pair of gorgeous eyes and Shelton finds them just as irresistible. And what better way to spend this special month than curled up with your lover reading a sweet romance?

To help you do that, I’m giving away a PDF copy of any book in my ‘Shelton’ series to a commenter who tells me who, in their life, has the most beautiful eyes they’ve ever seen. I don’t need names! Just describe them to me.

Thanks so much for stopping by! Feel free to contact me any time.

Dianne Hartsock


Shelton in Love

Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil’s dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton’s desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil’s mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton’s secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.


Shelton’s Promise

Shelton has a gift he’s eager to give to Nevil. At a party, Nevil flirts with one man after another, keeping Shelton on his toes. Then Percy, an ex, shows up to complicate things. Despite his best efforts, Shelton can’t find the right moment to give Nevil his gift. Will Nevil ever let Shelton get close to him, or will Shelton have to keep the gift in his pocket all evening?

Shelton’s Choice

After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion he's been working toward at the bank. Unfortunately the new position is in another state, and Nevil doesn't want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted coworker. Torn between the pressures at work and at home, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.

Excerpt from Shelton’s Choice:

"What's that?" he asked sharply when a soft burr filled the room. He bit his lip. He knew that sound. He'd been mesmerized the times he'd watched Nevil use one. He'd even participated a time or two, holding Nevil's shuddering body in his arms as Nevil came with a shout of abandoned pleasure.
He'd been hesitant to try it himself, though. He sighed, embarrassed by his timidity. Nevil caressed his hot face and leaned close for a sweet kiss.
"You're such a delight to make love to," Nevil murmured as if reading his thoughts. "Trust me. This'll blow your mind."
Shelton drew in a lungful of air and let it out slowly, relaxing his muscles. He heard a click, and the humming of the vibrator stopped. Nevil's quick breathing filled the room, and Shelton smiled at the sound of his excitement.
"Now where did I put the lube...? Oh, yes."
Nevil moved on the bed, and Shelton heard him fumble with the nightstand. The mattress sagged again, and Shelton held his breath as Nevil blew cool air over his penis, hard and ready for their games.
"God, Nevil," he groaned as Nevil continued to tease him, flicking his tongue along his aching shaft. He cried out in surprise when Nevil licked the tip. Slippery fingers pushed against his hole and slid inside him. Shelton squirmed blissfully as Nevil stroked the sensitive tissue.
The fingers withdrew, and Shelton caught his bottom lip with his teeth as he felt a strange pressure against his hole—not unpleasant, just different. Nevil must have used plenty of lubricant, because there was little resistance as he carefully inserted the head. A tingle spread through him as Nevil pushed the vibrator in deeper, creating little ripples of pleasure.
Nevil slid the device in and out several times, then rotated it. God! "Nevil! I can't..."
"I think we found the spot," Nevil murmured gleefully. "Do you like it there?"
"I don't..." Shelton groaned loudly, arching his back as Nevil nudged the vibrator in farther, then turned it on. Intense pleasure instantly swamped Shelton's senses.
"A little faster?" Nevil urged, his voice sounding thick.
Shelton helplessly tossed his head. "I don't know."
Nevil did something, and a feeling bordering on ecstasy burst in Shelton's brain. He couldn't think as waves of bliss danced along his nerves.
"Nevil," he whimpered as his balls tightened, the pressure building toward climax. His body twitched, and he pushed his hips downward against the vibrator. He cried out, on the verge of coming, the exquisite pleasure of the vibrator almost painful against his prostate.
Then Nevil's hot mouth engulfed his penis, and it was all over. Shelton came in one quick thrust, his hips rising off the pillow. The orgasm went on and on, shattering him. He panicked slightly as a buzzing grew in his head. His lips tingled then went numb.
"Take a breath, dear.”

Welcome Guest: Johnny Miles

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Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955
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