Risking It All Gets 4 Stars at scatteredthoughtssandroguewords

Stumbled on this awesome review of Risking It All, Truth or Dare #5 while reading reviews of the Chances Are series the other day. *grins* Rick was a challenge to write, and I'm so glad to see that he is appreciated! 

"I felt Rick had depth to his character and liked how Brazil created a character who is dealing effectively with his past abuse.  Too often we are given stories populated by characters broken by their past, it was a nice change to be given someone who has surmounted his past and we get a glimpse into how he has achieved this remarkable goal.  I found Rick believable, likable, and totally someone I become fond of immediately."

You can read more at the reviewer's blog

http://scatteredthoughtsandroguewords.com/2012/10/30/review-risking-it-all-truth-or-dare-5-by-lee-brazil/

The Truth or Dare Series  in Order

Keeping House (m/m)

Telling the Truth (m/m/m)

Giving Up (m/f)

Taking the Dare (m/m)

Risking It All (m/m)

Donovan's Deal  (m/m)

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Top Five : 80's Dance Songs

I probably danced to these songs at my prom in 1985, I can't really remember what exactly they played. But these are among my favorite dance songs of the 80's. Maybe you remember them too?

Just hearing them today is guaranteed to get me bouncing in my seat or taking a bop around the kitchen. .

1.  Like a Virgin - Madonna

2. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

3.  I Wonder If I Take You Home _ Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam

4.  Freeway of Love - Aretha Franklin

5.  Sugar Walls - Sheena Easton

Looking Back: I've Learned A Lot About Being An Author

Come October, it's been three years since I started doing this writing for a living gig. *bows* Thank you. How's it going? Well, I'm content with where I'm at although I've stumbled along the way.

There are dozens of things I wish I'd known three years ago, things about editing, about cover art, about reviews, and blogs, and promotion and it goes on and on.

When I started, I knew one thing.

The story I wanted to tell.

That's how easy I thought it would be. The story in mind would go onto the page and out into the world. I'd always been told, since elementary school that I had a natural gift for writing. My essays earned high scores and eloquent comments…

My favorite comment came from a college professor in a rhetoric class who wrote in red across the top of my essay, "Have you always written with such grace?"

Grace.

I'm blushing now just thinking about how I felt seeing that and more than twenty years have passed.

I started out that October with all kinds of preconceived notions about how I would behave as an author.

Arrogant, selfish and rude weren't on my list.

But I've been accused of all of them at more than one point over the last three years. (Oddly enough, never to my face.) Many of things I thought I'd do, I've been forced to adapt over the years. Who knew that just thanking a reviewer was frowned upon? Three years ago I thought it was only polite to say thanks on every review I received, as I found them. Turns out that is just one of the things I've been wrong about. I wish someone had told me back then.

And maybe that guy who called me arrogant was right, because I think that there are things I've learned over the years that others might benefit from knowing. So consider this fair warning. I'm going share what I've learned. Bits and pieces of things I wish someone had told me along the way.

I’m not telling you what to do, or how to do it. I'm sharing what worked for me, and how I achieved a level of success that I am comfortable with.

Some of what I have to say may be common sense, some of it may seem controversial. You've no doubt seen some of it before. Some of it is so trivial that you're going to wonder why the hell I've even bothered to mention it.

Take for instance, this bit.

When you put yourself out there as an advocate for equality, you make fair-mindedness a part of your brand.

When you then make sarcastic or jocular remarks that show what a low opinion you actually hold of some groups, whether they are race, orientation, gender, or body-type based, you tarnish your brand.

Think about who you are as a writer and what you stand for.

Let that image be your guide.

I can't really believe in your tolerance and avowed stance that "love is love" when I skim the news feed and see your public statements that show me your prejudices.  

You think it's funny to denigrate someone based on a physical characteristic, to equate intelligence with appearance, or size, or socio-economic background.

It's not. Because the gay community you claim to support isn't just made of "gay".

It's made of rich, poor, middle class working folks. It's made of pretty, beautiful, austere, stark, angular, round folks. It's made of geniuses and artists, savants and average Joe's. It's made of models and writers and gas station attendants and doctors and lawyers and teachers and chefs…

So when you point at the one guy and laugh, and wave the rainbow flag in your other hand…

It doesn't really matter, does it?

If you're an orientation bigot or a size bigot…

It's all the same.

Think before you post.

Because I'm not just an author; I'm a reader, a teacher, a chef, a musician, an OCD bleach freak, a long haired hippie, a procrastinator, a Catholic, a friend, a lover, a spouse, a loner, a sibling… and I care about equality for everyone, and tolerance for everyone.

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Dear Editor: Just Because It's Not Active...Doesn't Mean It's Passive

Good morning. *sips coffee* Welcome to my humble abode on the web. I've been writing for three years now, having started back in October of 2010. I've learned a lot in that time. Many things I struggled to learn on my own (marketing, finding my voice, time management) and many things I've learned from other authors, industry professionals, and editors. Please excuse me if the following comes off as arrogant. Or just snort and drink your coffee and think I'm an idiot for quibbling about inconsequential things. Totally up to you.

Everyone is full of advice for writers; even people who have never written a word want to tell me how to write. I listen, weigh, and use what I believe is valuable.

It's easy to dismiss some things, especially when you consider the source.

It's harder to say that a publisher or an editor is wrong, especially when you can tell that there's a kernel of truth in what they're saying. Sometimes, as a person with a degree or two in the English language, I stare at the comments on my manuscript pages, dumbfounded.

More than once I've said WTF?

More than once I've taken your comments to my colleagues and asked for an interpretation.

More than once, I've shaken my head and rejected your suggestion, because it just didn't make sense.

I've received comments that sent me off to find the CMOS, or any other grammar guide for elucidation. Sometimes I've searched in vain, and had to accept that things aren't the way they used to be, just because you said so.

But sometimes, it's not me; it's you.

For example... I occasionally get comments of "passive" in my margins. ( Is there a term for heavy reliance on "state of being" verbs? Maybe we ought to come up with one that's not already in use?)

Passive vs. Active. - Passive and active writing does not mean what you think it means. In order to BE passive, a verb must first BE active. An active sentence is one in which a subject performs an action. A Passive sentence is one in which an action is performed on the subject.

He ate peanuts. (ate is an action verb)
Peanuts were eaten by him. (were eaten is a passive construction of the action verb eat)

A BEING verb, does not convey action and cannot be passive.

He was nuts. (Nuts was he... hmmm rather poetic but hardly sensible.)
He appeared nuts.

I did not FIX the passive nature of that sentence by changing the verb from was to appeared. Appeared is a BETTER word choice, but it is still NOT active. It's a linking verb (expressing state of being), and any word I substitute for was in that context will serve the same function. Otherwise, the sentence doesn't make sense. (Now, shouldn't I be showing you that he's nuts and not telling you? Sure, but that's an entirely different post.)


I even have a list of verbs from one publishing company that they have deemed "passive". What they meant, of course, was "These words are commonly overused in one way or another so please don't use them in your manuscript more than once or twice."  I know this because I know that watch, listen and think are action verbs. I can use them in active sentences. I shouldn't use them in my ms, but for an entirely different reason than their supposed passivity.


The problem: When you tell me something is passive, you aren't actually referring to the voice. You're referring to the lack of action. Do I know what you mean? Well, I do NOW!

The solution: Tell me my passage is heavy on linking verbs, or that lengthy descriptive passages are boring. Tell me to break up the dull passages with actions, but don't tell me that it's passive. In grammar, passive does not mean simply inactive.


Simply put, an editor needs to use correct terminology. Otherwise, I think you don't know what you're talking about, and I don't trust your suggestions. 

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Crawl in Bed With Raven, Felicity, And Nash

Crawling Into Bed With Felicity Oakley and Nash Gretton

 from Nash's Niche ( book four, Behind Closed Doors, the story of The Brigstock Family)

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Felicity: Always silk. It makes me feel much more sensual, and in touch with my romantic side. Yes I do have one, even if it's well hidden.

She pokes Nash, he grunts. "Huh? I didn't say a word. I prefer cotton, but I abide by my lady's rules. In this anyway.

What are you wearing?

Felicity *looks down* A muslin shift, with a chemise.

Nash: Much to my disgust. Chemises are worn simply to annoy men

Felicity: true.

Nash: I'm in working gear. Boots, breeches and a tweed thornproof jacket. I will be in noth...er a nightshirt I believe. Felicity however will stay clothed, or put on that voluminous thick nightrail, and my banyan over it.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Felicity Cheese, Fruit, and no bread. I hate crumbs under me. Or over me, or in places where someone thinks they should be nibbled or licked.

Nash Spoilsport. *he winks* But I always find crumbs. Cheese is very good for that.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Felicity... You tell him. I'm too much of a lady.

Nash *rolls eyes* Yes love. *they both burst out laughing*. A candle, no sorry three candles varying thickness, an inking set, scissors, and some silk scarves. Oh and ouff, er… nothing else. *aside* Love that elbow very nearly stopped us having any young Grettons.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Nash I get what's left.

Felicity it depends on the weather. I prefer to roll up with Nash, and then roll us both in the covers.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Nash No.

Felicity. Well if you do and he lets you I will be very upset. I do try and Nash does extract retribution.

Nash That's why you try.

Felicity So true

What are we reading? (include your cover art, buy links & excerpt)

Felicity *sigh* Oh it's our story. Nash's Niche... *jumps out of bed, does a little jig around the room and jumps back in* from www.evernightpublishing.com

A wee tease...

What is it?"

Nash looked in the direction she was pointing. Set on the table was a leather pouch, around seven inches long, and a mere one or so wide, with several bulging pockets. "An inking set. To mark skin."

"For people?"

He inclined his head. "Or animals. To show to whom they belong. You pierce the skin and add ink to where the puncture is. That leaves a permanent marking. My animals are valuable, and this

way I can prove they are indeed mine. There will be no thought of disputed ownership." He knew he sounded grim, but he had been duped once, when he'd first set up his pack. It would never happen again.

Madame Felice knelt up and stretched over him to lift the leather pouch. Nash had left it there the night before to remind himself to take it back to Rutland with him.

"So can we use it? On us? To celebrate tonight? For even if it matters little to you, it has shown me what lovemaking should be. If I never feel like this again, then I'll have something to remind me." She looked so eager, his heart jumped. It had meant something more than a fuck to him as well.

"Why will this be the only time? We have other nights," he told her, and watched her eyes cloud over.

"But this is our first." Her gaze skittered away from his. "However, if you feel differently that is fine."

His decision made, Nash lifted her from him. "Stay there whilst I get what we need." He collected cloths and water, scissors and razor, in short shrift. "So where shall we mark? I thought here." He ruffled the curls that covered her quim. "As close to heaven as we can make it."

She nodded and sighed. "How beautiful. Will you mark yourself the same?"

He shook his head and she went ashen.

"No, I won't mark myself. You'll do it for me. I will however do the shaving. I'm not sure how well you would operate a cut throat and strop, and I need my cock and balls to fill you again."

 Her color returned and she giggled, even though her eyes were still shadowed by some indefinable sorrow. "Then who'll begin?"

"It's usually ladies first. Let me shave us both whilst you decide on the design." He cut her curls as short as he could. Her eyes widened as the cold steel skimmed over her skin. It seemed his lady was oh so receptive to that cold touch. If only he had some ice he could introduce her to many more sensations. Nash let the closed blades stroke her cleft, and laughed softly as she gasped and took a deep shuddering breath. It was with reluctance he put the scissors down and picked up the razor and strop and denuded a small circle of hair just above the entrance to her channel. He wanted to pin her under him, and tease every last inch of her with the chill of anticipation before showing her how heat and cold could work so well together.

 Later.

 She didn't move but watched him with wide eyes. Each scrape of the steel, each tiny piece of skin that showed under his blade, brought more tiny drops of perspiration to her skin. Her body had taken on a soft rosy sheen, her eyes cloudy with desire, and Nash wanted her with a need so fierce it took his breath away. Carefully he set the razor on the table and moved, to thrust his tongue between her lips. She met it with a determination to match his, and then to his delight, pinched one of his nipples. He had to force himself to move back.

"If we carry on no ink will be used, and you will be bare for nothing."

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WIP Wednesday : Gerard and Martin -

Welcome back to WIP Wednesday. I am continuing my work on the regency Gerard's Gamble this week, at a little more than 12K, its about 1/3 done. The first phase of writing is over, and I'm moving into the second, central portion of the story, bringing in the last little bits of the smuggling/treason plot. It's interesting because I'm getting to include some research about Venice in the 1800's, and let me tell you, I would SO love to be able to travel there!

Okay- enough of the babbling.

Gerard's GAmble
copyright 2013 Lee Brazil

Helplessly, Gerard stroked a palm down Martin's spine, cupped a taut buttock through the silk of the banyon. It had come from one of their first ventures, a trading ship to the East. The lush silk had netted them a small fortune, and Martin had selected the elegant grey on grey print for his payment. Gerard had allowed his siblings and spouse to do likewise, then the rest had been sold and the proceeds reinvested. The banyon was a reminder of Martin's faith, his friendship. Gerard calmed, the pain in his belly eased. He relaxed. Martin was his friend, first and foremost. They understood each other.

  He bent his head and inhaled a dear, familiar fragrance, lemon and vanilla, a hint of other spices. "I think, that I shall miss you more than any of the rest. The children will carry on, and that is as it should be, but what of you my steadfast friend? What will you do? How shall I picture you in my absence?"

Martin pulled back and peered into Gerard's face, his expression slightly incredulous. "I? You've left me the most daunting task of our careers. Riding herd on your offspring like a Yankee cowboy. If you must picture me as you explore the treasures of the continent, I do doubt you'll have time for it, picture me tearing out fistfuls of my hair because Harold has managed to blow up some national treasure, or wasting away from constant travel as Perry manages to annoy all his brothers. Perhaps I shall grow wrinkled and squinty eyed from worry as Randall insists on risking his life in service of our country. Yes…"

Gerard laughed until his stomach hurt. Bent double, he clutched his belly and gasped. "Please. Stop. While I can well imagine Harry blowing up something, it is more like to be Nash's ice house than a national treasure, and Perry has a good heart, despite what he may show the world. They like and respect you Martin, they always have. No…" He raised and a hand to stop more outrageous commentary. "I mean …I wish to picture you happy."

"Then picture me in the rose garden, digging up rocks and planting cuttings. Picture me, at the desk in the study, balancing our accounts and realizing that we could not only pay all the quarterly bills, but set aside a healthy portion for the boys schooling. Picture me, teaching Randall to fence, and allowing Celia to trod upon my toes as she practiced the forbidden Waltz."

*A lump rose in Gerard's throat and he swallowed hard. Seeking to hide the tears that threatened to spill over, he stepped back and let his gaze wander, searching for his clothing. "Damnation." He whispered under his breath as he realized his trousers were the only thing he'd been wearing when he'd stumbled through the door hours earlier, lips locked with Martin's, body humming with lust.

Gerard's Gamble is the third of my contributions to the Behind Closed Doors Series I am writing in conjunction with Raven McAllan. 

Available at All Romance 

Randall's Romance 

Cecelia's Claim

Harold's Haven 

Nash's Niche

Fabulous Reviews: Randall's Romance at Mrs. Condit's & Friends

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JOSIE’S OPINION: Randall’s Romance by Lee Brazil is a thoroughly enjoyable, steamy, action packed regency romp.

Mrs. Condits & Friends

Randall's Romance is the first book in the Behind Closed Doors Series written in collaboration with Raven McAllan. 

Available at All Romance 

Randall's Romance 

Cecelia's Claim

Harold's Haven 

Nash's Niche

Top Five: The Spin Doctors

Good morning and welcome back to Monday! *sips coffee* *pushes pot across* Caffeine?

Dashing back to the 90's this morning, because hey, not only was I twenty years younger then, but I could actually  stay awake for 72 hours straight if the right combination of music, books, company and caffeine were available...*spins* I love this group, and I always forget how much until I hear them again. This usually begins with an overwhelming urge to listen to Cleopatra's Cat and then from there....


Then the lyrics get stuck in my head and... yeah.

The Spin Doctors

1. Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

2. Jimmy Olsen Blues

3. Two Princes

4. What Time Is It?

5. Cleopatra's Cat

New Video from Steve Grand - Loving It!

If you liked All American Boy, then you're going to love this one!

*Sigh*

It's lovely.

Get your copy at  https://stevegrand.bandcamp.com/

Cover Reveal: Loving Bailey

Coming in October

Loving Bailey

Rejected by his first crush, Bailey Harris finds real love in the arms of a college professor.

Should be writing....

Gerard Awaits....

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

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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

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.  

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.)

"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 

Randall's Romance 

Cecelia's Claim

Harold's Haven 

Nash's Niche

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. "

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Top Five : Movies That Make Me Laugh

I used to watch a lot of movies, in fact, in a part of my misspent youth I worked in a video store. That was in the days before Blockbuster and Red Box, and predated Netflix by about thirty years. To give you an idea, we carried both beta tapes, and this newfangled thing called a VHS tape.

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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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"

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