One of my favorite author friends, (an extremely talented writer), Lee Brazil, is visiting today. Please welcome him. How do you take your tea, Lee? Oh, I forgot, you prefer coffee. And you brought your own! And pastry, too...how lovely! LOVE your cover, btw.
Good morning
everyone! I'm Lee Brazil, author of mm romance with Breathless Press and Silver
publishing. Most of my work is contemporary, but I have at times ventured into
the realms of paranormal and historical fiction. *sips coffee* Help yourself to
some coffee...and pastry, if you don't mind sweets in the am. That smell is the
delightfully spicy scent of apple pie.
I'm here
today to talk about my new release, It's Simple, Simon. It's Simple, Simon is a
new venture for me in that it is based on a nursery rhyme. I know. Odd base for an erotic romance, huh? Six
months ago, if you had asked me where to look for inspiration, I would not have
directed you to Mother Goose. Today, I just might.
But back to
the pie. Are you a fan of fruit pies? We are at my house. Blueberry,
blackberry, peach...You name it, we consume it. But there is perhaps nothing
better than traditional apple pie.
When I was a
child pumpkin and pecan pies were reserved for holidays. But an apple pie often
graced our dessert table just because. I reckon it's because apples were cheap
and plentiful. Even the simplest meal
became a much anticipated feast when Mom baked an apple pie for dessert.
The house
filled with a delicious cinnamon scent hours before the pie could be eaten.
That smell alone would bring us all trooping through the kitchen to peer
through the tiny window on the stove and demand "Is it done yet?"
Once the pie
was removed from the oven and set to cool on the counter top, the temptation
was even worse. In addition to the scent, there was the object of our desire
"in the flesh" to deal with, so to speak. It sat in front of everyone
who wandered through the kitchen, golden brown and perfectly formed, prissily
crimped edges teasing, just begging to be broken off and sampled. Most pies made it to dinner unscathed...
And so, given
the temptation that pie has always been, how could I resist writing about a
baker who specializes in pies?
It's Simple, Simon
By Lee Brazil
M/M contemporary romance
Breathless Press's Naughty Nursery Rhymes
Simon Carter has achieved
unimaginable success and he owes it all to a man from his past whose scorn set
fire to his ambition.
"It's
Simple, Simon. You lack ambition."
Chase Garvin's jibe had sent Simon
Carter on unexpected paths and brought him unimaginable success. No longer a
penniless musician, the highly paid investment banker is going home for the
first time in years. He plans to rest, relax, and spend a little time rubbing
his ex-lover's nose in his success. A visit to the Renaissance Fair brings this
not-quite-so-simple- Simon nose to nose with his past and somehow revenge
doesn't seem quite so attractive.
Chase Garvin, Denver, Colorado's
very own Pie Man, is still incredibly handsome. What's more, the more mature
Chase is very appreciative of Simon's talents.
When the old attraction flares
between them, Simon and the Pie Man get caught up in tasting the wares, and
neither counts the pennies.
Excerpt
He sniffed the golden pies. Mmm. Chase had always been
talented in the kitchen. The aroma was intoxicating. Delicious. As he ate,
savoring the flaky crust and rich fillings, he contemplated the man who'd
treated him to the pies. Chase was one hot baker. He'd always been sexy, but
there was no way that hunk of beef could fit into his old Renaissance garb.
Chase had put on muscle. His shoulders had broadened, his biceps bulged, and
mmm.... The rest was hidden behind that voluminous apron, but Simon doubted
that it had changed much.
Best of all, Chase still seemed to find him
attractive. That was just icing on the cake. The sugar on the pie? He chuckled
softly. Whatever it was, he liked it. Liked the idea that Chase might still be
interested in him sexually. As he licked the sugary filling off his fingers, he
contemplated abandoning his plan. After all, Chase hadn't meant to hurt him
years ago, and he'd certainly seemed welcoming enough, even though to all
appearances Simon hadn't changed over the years. Yeah, there really wasn't any
reason to prove to Chase how successful and ambitious he really was. He should
just come clean.
On the other hand, he felt like enough of an idiot for
hiding his success in the first place. He bit into the next pie, feeling the
juice trickle down his chin. He licked at it, chewing and swallowing,
scrabbling absently for a napkin to wipe his chin. It would be horribly
embarrassing to go back to that booth and offer to pay for the pies, to tell
Chase why he hadn't wanted to pay in the first place.
"Here, I'll get that for you." Chase grabbed
his napkin. To his surprise, Chase dropped down onto the grass next to him.
Instead of dabbing his chin with the white paper napkin, the man leaned
forward, his breath a warm buttery scented breeze as he hovered close for a
moment before gently licking the juice off Simon's skin.
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