Thursday, June 11, 2015

Blog Tour, eARC Review, Excerpt, Guest Post & #Giveaway: Loving Jacob by Lee Brazil

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Author Name: Lee Brazil
Book Name: Loving Jacob
Release Date: November 2014
Pages or Words: 27,000 words
Publisher: Lime Time Press
Cover Artist: Laura Harner

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

When Malcolm Jenner’s sex-on-the-side turns into more, he isn’t above begging for a second chance.High profile attorney Malcolm Jenner is looking for a bit of fun, nothing serious. He's got duties and responsibilities, after all. Though he's not one to choose his lovers from the office, JacobRenault is an attraction too compelling to resist. However, Jacob isn't interested in temporary. He wants it all—Prince Charming, the castle, the happily ever after. There's no rule that says the younger man can't have fun while he's searching for his prince, though… At first neither is willing to compromise on their stance, but an agreement is reached, with each man planning to do his best to subvert the other to his viewpoint. Lust turns to love, and what’s impossible becomes merely improbable, but is it going to be enough?

Review by: multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 4 of 4 Stars
(Based on Short&Light Read Category)
Loving Jacob is a romance but it is not written in the style we normally encounter. The whole romance began years ago, five years to be exact, and at that time, the boundaries were blurred and the consequences devastating.

Jacob wanted to have the Prince Charming of fairy tales and he thought he found it in Malcolm Jenner, one of the partners of a law firm who was married and had a son. Malcolm was known to be discreet in his extra-marital affairs and truly, his wife was in on it. To make sense of the confusion, both Malcolm and wife married for all the wrong reasons: family. Now Malcolm does what he wants, so does his wife and Jacob thought Malcolm would be the man to have his forever with. Unfortunately, not all fairy tales end with a happily ever after and Jacob discovers, too late, that Malcolm would never leave wife and son for a man he truly and wholeheartedly loves. Why? Again, for all the wrong reasons: family.

We read the tragedy that was the romance of Jacob and Malcolm from Malcolm's point of view. He does not really know what happened to Jacob in the past five years, but he does know that they are now brothers-in-law. For five years Malcolm lived in the past, letting go of himself the wrong way. When Jacob is widowed, Malcolm finally has his chance to redeem himself. Will Jacob let him? Will Jacob forgive him? Will Malcolm survive the rejection he truly expects?

This is a short story of love found, lost and maybe? found again. It is romantic, heartbreaking, and fulfilling. Yes, this is a romance but not. Yes, it is a story of betrayal and yet it is not. What it is a great love story of second chances that may not even happen. Did I cry? No. But my heart did break until it thumped in hope once more.

Beautiful short read.

multitaskingmomma asks: When an embarrassing moment happens, they say the best thing that can happen is to jump into a hole and disappear. My question is, where does your hole lead to?

Lee Brazil answers: 

Hi! Thank you for inviting me to participate on your blog. *sips coffee* For those of you who don’t recognize me, I’m Lee Brazil, author of m/m romance with Story Orgy, Pulp Friction and Totally Bound Publishing. In past lives, I have waited tables, sold books, and taught English. Currently, I am happily retired and loving this second career as a writer. The book I’m promoting here today is Loving Jacob, which is one of the very first books I wrote nearly five years ago when I first started writing. 

If I’m so embarrassed that I need to jump into a hole to hide, then that hole usually leads through a terrifying tunnel of horrors. In the tunnel, every single stupid thing I’ve done in my whole life just plays out repeatedly, incident after incident, and over and over. I usually wind up crawling into bed and sticking my head under a pillow. 

I’ve tried on occasion to avoid the cycle, by distracting myself with fluffy thoughts, but it isn’t always successful. It’s hard to think fluffy thoughts when you’re embarrassed. It’s even more embarrassing to remember stupid things you did when you were six. 

Lee Brazil


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Malcolm stood in the hallway, gritting his teeth and reminded himself that an office fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.
He kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was focused…fuck…on Malcolm's obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion, he snarled at his libido. There will be no casual hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted like hell to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he wore. He didn't go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he'd make an exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public. 

A law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary, Marge, that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn't control his urges around the tech guy.

He threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man from the technology department when he caught that sultry purple gaze on his cock for what must have been the hundredth time as the slight young man brushed against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator on the second floor.

Impulsively, Malcolm grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He'd had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his embrace. He tilted Jacob's head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed in the heated, slick haven of Jacob's mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been hidden there. Fuck. He could drown in the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn't even try to escape the kiss; he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He brushed his tongue against Malcolm's, sweeping it gently along the roof of his mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily when their lips parted.

Malcolm pulled back and spoke harshly. "Is that what you're after, little boy? You want a quick fuck in the elevator to start the week off right?"

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About the Author

Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
 If I hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.

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