Coming in October
Loving Bailey
Rejected by his first crush, Bailey Harris finds real love in the arms of a college professor.
9/14/2013
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9/12/2013
Crawl in Bed With a Barrow Wight
Crawling Into Bed With a Barrow Wight
And a Good Book
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
*A hot, lustful gaze travels over Lee. The barrow wight licks lush, ripe lips and moves closer to his host, not quite touching him* Why, my dear, nothing so ordinary. I have the finest cashmere blankets in which to wrap your tender skin.
*gulps* *flushes* Oh.... um...What are you wearing?
*The wight looks amused*Only my heart, lovely one. *He fingers the blanket covering them and leans against Lee, breath warm in his ear*May I see what you're wearing, darling?
*jerks back* Um...*glances frantically around for distraction* What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
*Hunger flashes in the wight's green eyes as he imagines the slide of rich marrow down his throat as he sucks Lee's sweet bones. He shakes his head to clear it, having promised Callum he'd behave. He traces Lee's lips with an unsteady finger* Brandy and chocolates to fill your pretty mouth.
*shivers* Oh my ....If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
*A tender smile transforms the wight's face, making him bewitchingly lovely* Silk scarves and scented oils for my beautiful Callum. Also, some trinkets from the gruagach, Liam. He knows I enjoy pretty things. *His gaze once again ravishes Lee. His voice drops to almost a whisper* There are also stray bones from my more precious lovers. I can't bring myself to part with them.
*swallows hard and measures the distance to the exit* Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I am never cold, pet. The covers are for your benefit. *His smile turns wicked and he tugs on the plush blankets* Of course if you're too warm we can do away with these.
*blinks* Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
*Lust darkens the barrow wight's eyes* Sweet man, you can put your feet anywhere you like. *He barely stops himself from pushing Lee onto his back, sighs and glances around the room* Don't we have a story to read?
*sighs in relief* Oh yes, story. That's what we're here for. What are we reading?
Callum's Fate
(Down on the Farm Anthology)
Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/
Callum came to the farm to find a home, but will he find his last resting place instead?
Excerpt:
Callum ran until his lungs burned; every breath ragged, painful. Fear spurred him on, though fog began to cling to the rough mounds of the barrows, making such flight dangerous. Stones stabbed through his worn boots with each footfall, but he daren't stop. There had been voices in the shadows...
Exhaustion slowed him, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Dusk began to lay its dark mantle on the landscape and he shivered as a finger of dread traveled his spine. Dangerous to be on the moors at night without shelter. He cursed the ill fortune that had sent him this way, but he was hungry and ill. He'd followed the will-o-the-wisp, thinking they were the lights of a farmhouse. His brothers would crudely have called them swamp gas and continued on the road, but Callum had always been the fool.
An owl hooted in the semi-darkness making his skin crawl. "Sweet lord," he muttered, heart thumping. "Protect me—"
He stumbled on a loose stone and fell heavily against a dark mound of earth.Oh God! The ground caved in under him and he dropped into the barrow in a shower of dirt.
"Save me!" he sobbed as he scrambled to his knees. Sinewy arms reached up from the blackness and wrapped around him. Callum screamed, but no sound escaped his throat, choked with terror. He was yanked against a hard chest and hands ran over him, disembodied in the darkness.
"Soft. Sweet." A voice sliced the silence, a cold breath against his face. He gagged on the waft of rot and decay. The tip of a dry tongue scraped over his jaw and he shuddered against the body under him. "Nice strong bones to gnaw," the voice continued. "Sweet marrow to suck and swallow. Shall I eat you, my lovely one?"
Callum whimpered as the low tones wound through his head. The mists parted and moonlight filled the barrow, showing him the creature. He gasped at the cold beauty of its face. Eyes dark as pitch burned into him, brushed against his soul. Lush lips, dripping honey, overripe, took his mouth in a kiss that sent his pulse into a riot of hunger and desire.
A vague warning sounded in his head, urging him to run. The wight's hands slid down his back and squeezed his ass and Callum groaned as he was rocked against the long, hard length of the creature's erection. His own cock grew heavy, aching as it rubbed along the impossible thickness of the ghoul's shaft.
Nimble fingers pushed against his balls and sensitive hole through his clothing and Callum's deep moan spilled into the lush mouth sucking his tongue. There'd been a boy back home he'd touched on occasion, but they'd never... He never... But the thought of the wight's huge cock sliding into him, stretching him open, filled him with a wild lust he couldn't control.
He trembled and sobbed with need as the creature in the guise of this beautiful man trailed kisses down his neck. It moved his long hair aside to nibble at his collar bone. The thing's hand reached between them and clutched his cock, and pleasure, hot as fire, swept through him.
The wight's plump lips returned to his ear. "Stay with me," it whispered as he stroked and squeezed him into a frenzy of bliss.
Callum fought to catch his breath, dizzy. "Yes." He panted. He'd promise anything to keep the creature stroking his dick. The wight's other hand snaked into his trousers, tugged his ball sack, and he shouted as he came, his orgasm ripping through him in waves of ecstasy. His seed spilled in a warm gush into the creature's hand. Even when he was spent, the thing continued to pull on his sensitive cock, sending unbearable sparks of bliss through him. He fell weeping against its chest, begging to be let go.
"Mine."
The wight's whisper nudged Callum from the dream he was falling into. What?
Dianne Hartsock
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Discount Update: Truth Deeper Than Logic
Did you know I've written paranormal? I have! and it's on Special Offer this week at Breathless Press!
When Daniel died, he'd chosen to live among them for simple reasons. He felt closer to his lover walking among his descendents. He took a warped pride in the growth and the progress of the town Daniel had started, in the prosperity of Daniel's people even as their growth and progress had overtaken his woods. Perhaps some fatalistic part of him believed that the circle of life would one day claim him, had known that they would one day kill him.
Truth Deeper Than Logic
His lover's death filled Nate Hawthorn with rage. From that time were born legends of bloodthirsty cats and killer bears, of humans entering the woods and never leaving.
Legend exaggerated, and he had calmed down and accepted the transiency of human life. Fragile, defenseless, but curious, brave, and loving. He'd allowed their presence in his valley in the beginning because they intrigued him with their resourceful cleverness in turning their fragile bodies into a strength rather than the weakness he'd taken them for.
When Daniel died, he'd chosen to live among them for simple reasons. He felt closer to his lover walking among his descendents. He took a warped pride in the growth and the progress of the town Daniel had started, in the prosperity of Daniel's people even as their growth and progress had overtaken his woods. Perhaps some fatalistic part of him believed that the circle of life would one day claim him, had known that they would one day kill him.
When Seth Greenwood, a junior architect with a local firm who dreamed of bigger things, pinned his hopes for career advancement on a project that required the use of Nate's land, Nate realized how much he wanted to live. And how very much he wanted Seth.
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9/11/2013
9-11
On September 11, 2001 - I stood in a classroom full of eager young learners, fighting back tears, hiding a breaking heart, hiding FEAR. Despite Vietnam, despite Iraq, I grew up in a world where we slept soundly in our beds at night, without worrying about the threat of violence.
September 11, 2001- stole our security, stole the innocence from our children. They live daily with the knowledge that we can be hurt, our buildings brought down, our fathers and mothers and children killed, our lives destroyed.
We live our lives differently in the wake of 9-11, with the knowledge that it could all be taken away, through no fault of our own.
Never forget what happened that day. If you love someone, tell them. Don't wait for a rainy day to enjoy life and the people who make it worth living.
September 11, 2001- stole our security, stole the innocence from our children. They live daily with the knowledge that we can be hurt, our buildings brought down, our fathers and mothers and children killed, our lives destroyed.
We live our lives differently in the wake of 9-11, with the knowledge that it could all be taken away, through no fault of our own.
Never forget what happened that day. If you love someone, tell them. Don't wait for a rainy day to enjoy life and the people who make it worth living.
WIP Wednesday: Gerard's Gamble
This week I'm working on the final book in the Regency series, Behind Closed Doors that I'm writing with Raven McAllan. This story focus's on Gerard Gretton, Lord Brigstock, and his search for love in his later years. In the first book of the series, we saw him departing England's fair shores for the continent in search of a long lost love.
In Gerard's Gamble, he returns.
EXCERPT
(Remember- these are unedited, raw excerpts and may be significantly changed in the final version.)
In Gerard's Gamble, he returns.
EXCERPT
(Remember- these are unedited, raw excerpts and may be significantly changed in the final version.)
"Good evening, My
lord." The bench rocked a bit as Gerard straddled it.
"The deed is done." The
sat in silence for a few moments, Martin steadfastly gazing at a horizon that
was too close, his heart tripping every few beats as he struggled to hide how
the other man's nearness affected him. He could feel Gerard's unsettled
emotions, sense his agitation.
"How did they take the
news?"
"With characteristic aplomb
and a distinct lack of furor. I wonder if they'll miss me at all or if they're just
secretly breathing sighs of relief to have me off their backs and out of their
way?"
His head snapped around and
Martin glared at Gerard. "Of course they'll miss you! Those children
positively dote upon you!"
"Those children are full grown
adults who haven't listened to a word I've said since they were breeched. Even
Cecy smiles and nods and goes about her merry way as though I were in my dotage."
A self-deprecating gesture accompanied the words. "They've got everything
I can give them, financial security, a respectably place in society, education
and moral fortitude. I’m not needed."
I need you. He wanted to shout it out so loud the stable
boys would hear it. 
Available at All Romance
9/10/2013
Fabulous Reviews : The Man Trap at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
Taking the opportunity to highlight the wonderful reviews I've received.
"Lee Brazil’s descriptions, whether they are of a balloon ride over the countryside (which I can attest the author got exactly right), to the wonderful romantic whisperings of love, ”I’ve saved up a thousand kisses, thousands of experiences, I only want to share with you, Alexi” , will sweep you into the story and the lives of Simon and Alexis. "
Read More at scatteredthoughtsandroguewords
The Man Trap is available at
9/09/2013
Top Five : Movies That Make Me Laugh
The video store was the center of some people's lives, and when a new tape came out, we had lines longer than the cinema. (Because people thought it was a big gyp to pay $5 to get into the cinema. Boy, would those folks get the shock of a lifetime now! )
Anyway, I was a big fan of comedy, action, and western movies. Here's a list of Five movies that STILL make my stomach ache with laughter.
1. Johnny Dangerously -
2. Stripes - Bill Murray
3. The Great Outdoors -
4. Moving
5. The Pink Panther
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9/08/2013
Fabulous Review : Harold's Havan
Very Excited to See a New Review This Morning!
A Fabulous 4.5 kiss review from Jack at Top2Bottom for my latest Regency era historical, Harold's Haven.
"From the moment Harold bursts into the office of his brother Peregrine oblivious to those around him I was in love. His disheveled appearance, smudged glasses and annoyance at being diverted from his work had me hooked. Harold Gretton is an inventor and scientist so when he is summoned to the Home Office as a matter of national security he is stunned and demands an explanation – in 15 words or less. Smitten, I am still totally smitten"
Intrigued? You can pick up your own copy of Harold's haven at
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