10/25/2013

Inspiration

I saw this on a Face Book Friend's wall this morning


Well? What are you waiting for? 

Go! 

Write! 

Where Hard Boiled Meets Erotic

This week, I have an amazing deal for you. You can get the first four Pulp Friction 2013 books at All Romance eBooks for only 99 cents each! 


Pulp Friction is an adventure in M/M serial fiction that combines mystery, romance, and erotic overtones with dark, rough around the edges men who'd do anything for each other- and the men they love.





Join Chance, Zack, Wick and Marcus in Pulp Friction 2013's shared world. Discover danger, despair, and enough love to make it all turn out right…
if you can hang on to the end!



10/24/2013

Deal Update: 99 Cent Sale

Hey everyone! 

Just wanted to let you know that my publisher, Breathless Press, is offering my paranormal werewolf story, Saint's Curse for 99 cents for the next seven days. Sale will end on Wednesday October 30th. 




Luke Leveraux hates seeing suspicion darken Jeremy St. James's eyes when he leaves for his monthly hunting trip, but some secrets just can't be shared.

On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this unpredictable side of his life.

Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly excursions.

Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to put an end to the situation.



EXCERPT 

Excerpt
It was another of those mornings when Luke awoke, washing blood from his hands. He stared into the cracked sink basin and shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and pink washed-out blood swirled down the drain. The blinding light from the single bare bulb above the small mirror hurt his eyes. He hated his face in that mirror more than the blood washing through the drain.

His muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.

Shards of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the transformation caused, he had to shower.

Luke dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.


Love Romances And More gives Saint's Curse 4.5 Hearts! Reviewed by Helen 

"As well as great characters and a well written plot with some nice twists, there was also plenty of hot male/male sex scenes, and some sparkling dialogue, including a couple of truly memorable lines. All up, an excellent book, well worth reading."


Mrs Condit & Friends Read Books Gives Saint's Curse 4 Sweet Peas! 

Reviewed by Lady McNeill 

"It was very erotic and yet equally touching. Luke was a great blend of an alpha male in bed yet he is dealing with his insecurities about what he is"



Reviewed by Mvasquez at Coffee Beans and Love Scenes Reviews

"very highly recommend this book and give it 4.5 stars! The writing is outstanding, with a captivating story and wonderful characters... This fast-paced story is refreshingly unique. There is a bit of a paranormal twist to the story, but it's a little different from the norm.... There's action, mystery, and a touch of suspense, as well as tender romance and sizzling hot passion."

Reviewed by Sammy at Joyfully Jay

"...intensely hot lovemaking scenes, and the richly detailed inner emotions of the two men and their journey together. I highly recommend Saint's Curse by Lee Brazil. It is a beautiful story of love triumphing over the dark and well worth the read."



"If you are looking for a romance with a unique spin on the everyday shifter story, Saint's Curse: Luke is definitely the book for you! ... it has an interesting, freshness to the storyline and with the characters' situation itself that kept me interested in the book from the very first page to the last word." Recommended.

Crawl in Bed With Amanda Young

Crawling Into Bed With Amanda Young And a Good Book



Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Only the best Egyptian cotton sheets in my house. Silk is nice to the touch, but no good for traction. :D

What are you wearing?
Clothes in bed? Never. You can’t work up any body heat with all those fabrics in the way.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Hmm… Good question. How about something salty and sweet? I’m thinking a bowl of ripe strawberries and a little chocolate sauce sounds scrumptious. And if the chocolate drips anywhere interesting and needs to be cleaned up, well…that can be our little secret.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
The usual amenities can be found secreted away in my nightstand. A hot pink Nook, a couple of bottles of different kinds of liquids to make things interesting, and roll of antacids for when things get too hot.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
I kick the covers right off. Since I’m so hot-natured, you’d be more than welcome to snuggle up against me and warm whatever bits need a little heating up.

What are we reading?
My latest novella, Windfall is perfect for a quick evening read before bed. Here’s the blurb and a sneak peek to wet your appetite.


Windfall Blurb:


Landon and Daniel have been best friends since grade school. Through thick and thin, they’ve always been able to rely on each other. So it only seems natural for Landon to step in and offer assistance when Daniel has a run of bad luck.
Moving in together and splitting the bills seems like a simple solution to Daniel’s financial problems. However, sharing close quarters makes it difficult to keep less than platonic feelings on the down low.
The line between friends and lovers blurs during a late night moment of weakness fueled by alcohol, leaving both men on uneven ground. Just when they think they have things worked out and might have a shot at something more than friendship, a sudden shared windfall provokes all new complications that could end more than the new physical side of their relationship.

Excerpt of Windfall:
Daniel had beat off more in the last month since Landon had moved in with him than he had since he’d discovered porn right after hitting puberty. He was going to develop Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in his right wrist if something didn’t give soon.
Otherwise, he loved having Landon around more often. It was so nice to come home and find someone waiting for him after a fruitless day of applying for positions he was either over or under-qualified to get. When Landon was home, they hung out, watched movies, and just generally bullshitted with each other. It was almost like they were teenagers again. Daniel loved it and didn’t want to contemplate what would happen when Landon decided to move out. He’d gotten accustomed to having the house to himself since his mom passed away, but he hadn’t realized how much he missed living with someone until Landon came along to chase away the doldrums.
The only problem was that his unwanted attraction toward Landon had reared its ugly head again and was refusing to be ignored. The more time he spent with his buddy, the more he was tormented with thoughts and feelings he’d rather avoid. Once upon a time, he’d been in love with his best friend. Landon had been all he could think about. Then Landon came out and started going through men faster than he changed socks.
Daniel had been forced to accept the fact that they both wanted very different things out of life. He wanted to find someone to settle down with, maybe even adopt a couple of kids way on down the road. Landon, however, seemed comfortable on his own and only went out in search of men to scratch his itches. A relationship between them would be like mixing oil and water. It just wouldn’t work. Worse, if they tried and failed, it would mean the end of a lifelong friendship Daniel treasured. He couldn’t take that risk.
Not that Landon had ever shown the slightest interest in Daniel that way anyhow.
Daniel shook his head as he stirred a little fresh oregano into the tomato sauce he was preparing. He had to get over his attraction to Landon. Now. Before he fucked up everything.
He turned down the heat under the pot and put the lid on top so the sauce could simmer a bit while he finished up the noodles and cheese toast. Spaghetti was quick and filling and they both liked Italian food. His mom had made sauce from scratch, but Daniel had never gotten the hang of that. He didn’t have the patience. Instead, he bought jars of the stuff from the store and added some green pepper, onions, and a few key spices to make it taste better. The end result was a far cry from his mom’s pasta, but it would suffice. Better than buying canned ravioli and cheaper than going out to eat.
He was just pulling the toast from the oven when the front door rattled open and then slammed closed.
Landon entered the kitchen in baggy gray shorts and a white tank top drenched in sweat from his run. He offered Danny a smile as he pulled the hem of his shirt up to mop moisture from his face. “Something smells good in here and I know it’s not me. Damn, it’s hot out today.”
“You’ve got that right.” Danny laughed. “And you have good timing. Spaghetti’s almost done.”
“Great.” Landon grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and carried it to the fridge. “I’m starving.” He poured himself a glass of sweet tea and took a long drink.
Daniel watched his friend’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and then quickly turned away, mortified at his body’s response to something so innocent. Since when did watching someone take a drink give him wood? He’d like to blame his physical response on some kind of kinky neck fetish, but the truth wasn’t so simple. These days Landon could sneeze and Daniel’s trouser pup would sit up and beg.
Landon’s glass clanked as he set it on the table. “Is there time for me to jump in the shower before we eat?”
“Sure. Go ahead.” Dinner would keep for a few minutes and the time would give Daniel a chance to cool his jets. Landon should have looked gross dripping with sweat, his black hair damn near matted to his head, but Daniel’s libido didn’t mind one bit. Hell, if anything the perspiration was a turn-on. It made Daniel think of all the ways they could work up some good steam together.
“Thanks. I’ll be quick.” Landon rushed from the room.
A second later, Daniel heard the hot water heart chug into action as the water was turned on in the bathroom. He did not think about what Landon must look like in the shower, with hot fluid pouring down over his taut, overheated flesh. Concentrating on washing up a few of the pots and pans he’d used to make dinner took all of his focus.
All too soon, Landon returned to the kitchen dressed in a pair of loose white drawstring pants. “Is there anything left I can help with?”
“Everything’s done.” Daniel set the pot he’d just rinsed in the drainer by the sink. He grabbed bowls out of the cabinet and set to work filling them. “I just have to dish it up. You can put the toast on plates if you want, though.”
“All right.” Landon moved around Daniel, taking out two plates and getting the toast off the cookie sheet. “Is everything okay?”
“Sure.” Daniel shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Just asking.”
“Oh.” Daniel set their bowls on the table, pulled out his chair, and took a seat. “Well, everything is fine. Same shit, different day. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, I do. Things will get better, man. You’ll see.” Landon followed suit, sitting across from Daniel. “Thanks for cooking dinner.”
“It wasn’t any trouble.” He liked cooking now that it wasn’t just him around to eat. Cooking for one sucked.
“Did you have any luck today?”
“No. Not really.” Nowhere was hiring. He’d even broken down and hit the local restaurants, thinking someone must need kitchen help, but apparently everyone was fully staffed at the moment. “I did apply at a few of the temporary agencies. They said they’d call if anything came in that I was qualified to do.”
“That’s good.” Landon nodded and offered a smile around a mouthful of noodles. He swallowed and took a sip of his drink. “I’m sure you’ll be getting a call any day now.”
“Yeah.” Daniel tucked into his food, not wanting to discuss his employment status. He was tired of listening to himself complain about it, so he could only imagine how Landon felt hearing the same broken record replay time and again.
They ate in companionable silence until Landon let out a long groan and pushed his empty bowl away. “Oh man. I’m stuffed. I should have ate a little slower.”
“You think?” Daniel laughed. “You just huffed down two slices of toast and a bowl of spaghetti in under five minutes.”
“Hey, now… I couldn’t help myself. It was good.”
“Not that good.” Daniel finished off his own helping and used his last piece of toast to soak up the tomato sauce.
“Better than anything I can make. I’d have moved in sooner if I’d known you were going to feed me like this.”
Something about knowing he’d satisfied Landon in some small way appealed to Daniel. “I hate to think what you’ve been eating if you think this is gourmet cooking.”
“If you can deep fry it or microwave it, I’m your man. Otherwise, I’m clueless.” Landon pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. “However, I can help out by doing the dishes.”
“You don’t have to. I’ve already cleaned most of them.”
“It’s no biggie, Danny. Hell, it’s the least I can do since you cooked. It’s not like I have anything else pressing to do until I have to be at work later.”
“Suit yourself. I think I’m going to grab a quick shower and change before I flop on the couch for the evening.” His scintillating night was going to consist of watching brain-numbing television and feeling sorry for himself.
“As exciting as that sounds…” Landon spoke as he gathered up the plates and cups and carried them over to the sink. “Why don’t you skip the prime-time lineup on cable and come hang out at the club? You can sit at the bar and keep me company. We can make fun of the drunks like we used to before Perry came along and started sucking up all your free time.”
“I don’t think so,” Daniel said, his gut clenching at the mention of his ex. As many times as they’d broken up and gotten back together, it was really over for good this time. While he couldn’t say he was heartbroken over the loss, he did miss Perry. The other man was fun to hang out with when things were good between them, and the sex… God, Daniel missed the sex. Jacking off was a poor substitute for a lover. “You’ll be busy and I don’t really have the money to spend on going out.”
“Come on, buddy. It’ll be my treat.” Landon moved behind Daniel and palmed his shoulders, rubbing and kneading. “You need to get out of the house.”
Daniel wanted to melt into a puddle of goo beneath Landon’s persuasive hands. His muscles warmed and softened, relaxing under the firm massaging caresses. He closed his eyes and leaned back into Landon’s touch, enjoying the contact while it lasted. What he wouldn’t give to have Landon touch him and mean it… He could imagine how much better things would feel if Landon’s intent was to work Daniel up into a frenzy of lust before pouncing on him and dragging him off to bed where they would strip down and continue to touch each other all over until nothing but making love would satisfy their needs. Daniel would force Landon onto his hands and knees and eat his ass until he was begging and pleading for more, then…
“Well? What do you think?” Landon’s hands stilled on Daniel’s shoulders.
“Huh?” Daniel leaned his head back and blinked up at Landon.
“Was I putting you to sleep?” Landon smile down at him. “What do you think about coming down to the bar?”
“I…um…” Daniel shook his head, trying to dislodge the fantasy that had taken root there. “I don’t think so, Landon. Another time maybe.”
Landon frowned and released his hold on Daniel. “All right, then. If you change your mind, the offer stands.”
“Thanks anyway,” Daniel said. Although he hated to disappoint his friend, he couldn’t stomach the thought of sitting idly by all evening while Landon flirted with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Landon was young, single, and on the prowl for fun. He was welcome to do what he liked. Daniel wanted Landon to be happy. However, that didn’t mean Daniel wanted a ringside view of whoever the flavor of the night turned out to be. He could barely stomach listening to Landon go on and on about all of his hookups. He didn’t need a live preview of the coming attractions. He knew he was being stupid. He didn’t have the right to be jealous. He never had. They’d never been more than friends. His feelings on the matter wouldn’t listen to reason. Whether Landon was his or not didn’t seem to matter to his stubborn heart.


Buy links:
All Romance eBooks:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-windfall-1269744-149.html
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Windfall-ebook/dp/B00CYN7HXE/

For more information about Amanda and her books, please visit her website at www.amandayoung.org


10/23/2013

WIP Wednesday : Insomnia

This week I'm working on edits for a few stories I'd love to get out this month and early next month, so I don't have an actual WIP to share with you today. Instead, here's a bit of a flash- longish, about 1250 words- that is on my "Expand this someday" list. Meet Zeke and Jordan.

Insomnia
Flash Fiction
Copyright 2013 @Lee Brazil

"I can't sleep." Zeke yawned and belatedly covered his mouth with his hand as he noticed his host's eyes narrowing. Of course, his modesty would have been better served clutching his shirt closed over his thong underwear, but since he couldn't sleep…
"Maybe," Frosty disapproval echoed in Jordan's voice and his eyes were cold enough Zeke had to resist the urge to shiver. "You're just used to having someone else in bed with you."
And now he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes at his best friend's big brother's prudish attitude. "I don't think that's the problem, Jordy. I sleep alone plenty." Where the hell had Jordan McIntosh gotten the idea he was some sort of slut anyway?
"You forget I had the pleasure of being your next door neighbor for three years," Jordan's lips curled in a sneer. "The parade of men in and out of your door…"
Blinking, Zeke sipped the whisky in his tumbler and remembered those days. During college, he and Perry had lived in a duplex that Perry's parents owned. The unit next to theirs had been occupied by Perry's older brother Jordan, who had been ordered by his father to keep an eye on the young boys and keep them out of trouble. "That wasn't just my door." He pointed out calmly. He could say more, but the truth of the matter was that if Perry hadn't told his brother about his gay adventures during their years of schooling, then it certainly wasn't Zeke's place to do it.
"Oh, right. Perry is straight, or have you forgotten he's getting married next weekend? Which is why you," This was accompanied by a derisive, assessing glance that left Zeke's skin tingling, "are sleeping, alone, in my guest room."
"Whatever. I can't sleep because I'm too keyed up. It's been a hell of a week. I thought a drink might help, but you're right. A good fuck might turn the same trick. Are you offering?" He threw the last bit in just for shits and grins, and because he was annoyed with his friend's brother's judgmental attitude. Not like he didn't know damn well that Jordan McIntosh had been promiscuity itself until an HIV scare in his last year of college had reformed his habits.
""I'll pass. I’m not desperate enough for release to fuck just anyone." His distaste was clear in the way his head lifted and his nostrils flared. Or was it?
Zeke set his tumbler down and stretched his arms over his head, relishing the relief to his tense muscles as much as the flutter of Jordan's nostrils and the white line that bracketed his mouth. Smiling the sexy smile that made a million hearts throb on his daytime soap opera, he couldn’t resist teasing a little more. "But Jordy, Perry swore you'd take care of me." He let his lashes flutter, peeked at the six foot mountain of stoke broker in front of him from under them.
And found himself crushed between the marble counter top and what had to be at least two hundred pounds of hot, hard muscle. This time his eyes closed for real and he dragged in a breath, trying to jumpstart his heart after the foolish organ stalled with the contact. "Fuck." He breathed, feeling a branding iron of steely cock rubbing against his groin.
"That's all it would be, movie star." Hard hands closed on his shoulders. Jordan bent forward, and Zeke retreated, leaning back, struggling to unpin his arms. The movement brought their grins into even closer contact, and Zeke's cock made its own preference for resolving the sleep issue with sex instead of alcohol clear.
"Who needs anything else?" He wormed his arms out of Jordan's embrace and made the most of his freedom by wind his fingers in Jordan's thick, dark hair and dragging his mouth down for a kiss.
Jordan jerked his head back with a wordless snarl. "No kissing. Kissing is for lovers, and this is most definitely not going to be any of that romantic drivel you put on for the world."
The nearly hysterical urge to laugh at that little bit of prunes and prisms was overcome by dwelling on the fact that it made it sound like Jordan actually watched his show. "That's not me, it's script writers. I can give up on the kissing, as long as it's only mouth to mouth you're saying no to." He let his gaze drop, inventorying places on that hard body he'd like to kiss. The man wore pajamas, for Christ sake, silky green fabric that matched his eyes, clung to his body and did absolutely nothing to conceal the length and breadth of his shoulders, the flatness of his belly, or the mouthwatering stretch of cock tenting the fabric.
"Yes…you can kiss me anywhere else you like…" The sentence ended on a groan as Zeke took immediate advantage of the permission, latching his lips onto the fabric that covered Jordan's nipple. Dampening it with his tongue, he fancied he could taste the man through the silk, and twisted his hips. His cock pulsed, and he shuddered, liking the feel of the silk.
"It would be better…" Zeke pulled away, breathing hard, "naked." He finished, sliding his hands under the silk and lifting. Jordan took over, stripping the shirt over his head and tossing in on the black marble counter top. He stepped back and holding Zeke's gaze, hooked his thumbs in the waist band of the pajama pants.
"Go on," Jordan's voice had lowered, roughened, and the husky new tones conveyed a desire that encouraged Zeke to shake off any doubts. Shaking his head, he shrugged his shoulders and let his own shirt fall, leaving him standing in his thong while Jordan looked him over hotly.
Pouting slightly, he lifted a brow. "I'm still ahead of you here, McIntosh."
The pajama pants fell to a silken swirl around Jordan's feet and Zeke's gaze followed them. He kept his glance there, trained on the pool while he got his breathing under control. He was suave, debonair, a heart throb. He was experienced, this wasn't his first time at the rodeo, or on stage, or up to bat or whatever fucking metaphor you wanted to fill in the blank with.
Just because Jordan McIntosh had always been the unattainable fantasy, the image he'd jerked off to for the first time at thirteen, the crush who'd never known he was alive, was no reason to act like a virginal idiot. And he knew he'd waited too long to look back up, because  Jordon was forcing his chin up, searching his eyes and all Zeke could do was swallow and close his lids against the intrusion of that pale gold gaze, to hide everything he shouldn't be feeling.
"Fuck."
The kitchen door slammed, and Zeke crossed his arms protectively over his chest.  Fucking whisky. Now he'd never sleep. And, he'd be lucky if he didn't find himself shuffled off to some hotel in the morning despite the way the press hounded him at every sighting.
Sighing, he tossed back the last of the whisky and returned to his guest room, lying on the bed and feigning sleep when he heard footsteps in the hall outside his door. The sound stopped, as though someone stood outside the door, then continued, fading into the darkness, leaving him alone in a strange bed, with the fear that had originally sent him to the kitchen, and a healthy dose of humiliation in case that jittery someone's watching you feeling ever faded enough.

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You can also pick up the first book in my Pulp Friction series on sale at Smashwords this month!  

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10/22/2013

A Paranormal Tale With aTwist : Fabulous Review for Truth Deeper Than Logic

Check out this awesome review for Truth Deeper Than Logic
then click on over to Breathless Press and score your own copy for 20% off! 

Truth Deeper Than Logic by Lee Brazil

"This short story by Lee Brazil is not your average “man vs the bureaucracy.” I love how Lee is able to combine nature, history, passion, and modern problems into a seamlessly entertaining tale that kept me entertained from beginning to end."



Title: Truth Deeper Than Logic
Author: Lee Brazil
Publisher: Breathless Press
Pages: 83
Characters: Nathan Hawthorn, Seth Greenwood
POV: 3rd
Sub genre: paranormal
Kisses: 4


10/21/2013

Top Five :Ghostly Songs





Good morning friends and readers! Got some fabulous hot coffee going here, and workign on a few special treats for Halloween. I'm not going to be too specific, but you might find a treat if you remember to stop in over here on October 30- 31!




Got a lot of work to do, so without further ado,

here's my Top Five Country Ghost songs... Who knew? 


1.  The Legend of Wooley Swamp - Charlie Daniels Band


2.  The Ride - David Allan Coe


3.  Riding with Private Malone - David Ball


4.  Phantom 309 - Red Sovine


5.  Ghost Riders in the Sky - Johnny Cash








Want a bit of seasonal reading to accompany your music?
 




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 A nervous wannabe actor slips away to steal a smoke at an audition and finds more relaxation than he expected. 

A Ghostly Story for the Season 

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