Saturday, May 7, 2011

Meet Lee Brazil - author of the just debuted awesome "Keeping House"

I am delighted to focus on Lee Brazil's new work, Keeping House, that debuted from Breathless Press on May 6.  We'll get to an excerpt, Lee's bio, the cover art, and other information in just a moment but first I want to say that this book is awesome.

I am a lifelong reader, reading any and everything from the time I first figured out that letters make words and words strung together turn into stories.  I like stories of all sorts, everything from scary ghost stories to adventure to my favorite romances.

I believe in the power of love.  That's why my own author tagline is "Romance that lives and breathes the power of love".   Love between two consenting individuals is a beautiful thing and it comes in all flavors, all types.  Life would be boring if it didn't and I love to read about love.

When I first read the blurb and excerpt for Lee Brazil's new novel, it intrigued me.  I wanted to know more about Mischa and Donovan.  I wanted to see where the story would lead so I noted the release date on my calendar and asked Lee if he would like to guest on this blog.

First thing yesterday morning, I bought the book, downloaded it and when I started reading, I wanted to continue.  Lee's writing drew me into the story from the first sentence.  The story flows so well that reading is effortless.   All of the characters are so well portrayed that I felt like I knew them.   I don't want to give away any spoilers but I want to say that I enjoyed it very much.   In fact, Keeping House ranks on the short list of the recent reads I have enjoyed the most!  This is a very sweet, realistic and tender love story about two men who care very deeply about one another.  It also has some erotic moments as well.

At just $2.99, it is a bargain for a great read.   I plan to read it again, taking my time to savor the story because the first time, I hurried because I just had to know what happened next.

Now...about Lee Brazil:


I wish I had some dramatic tale of daring do and adventure to share, but at the same time, I can promise you that I write about love because it’s been the greatest adventure of my life. That’s what you’ll find in the fiction I write, real people who lead real lives and find real love. Readers can find out more about me and my writing by visiting me at my blog,
or finding me on Face Book at
or feel free to drop me a line at .

Keeping House  - blurb

Mischa knew his brothers were up to something.

He didn't know it would lead him to Donovan Holloway and change his carefree lifestyle forever.
Donovan Holloway, advertising executive, newly made vice president of the company where he's worked for twenty years, grew up in a free love hippie commune, taking care of the parents who should have been taking care of him. He's worked hard to put himself through school and achieve the American dream. All he's ever wanted was a normal family life—house in the suburbs, two cars, two kids, a shaggy dog. A family to come home to—to care for, and to care for him.
Mischa Blake is the green eyed, liberally-pierced, black-haired, Mohawk-wearing spoiled youngest son of a Hollywood producer and his actress wife. Mischa has made a terrible mistake. In a fit of childish pique, he's accepted a dare from his older brothers. The dare? Live on his own, supporting himself completely for a year without accessing his trust fund. No problem. Except Mischa has never worked a day in his life, hasn't finished college, and has absolutely no skills that he can bring to the table.
So when he sees Donovan's ad for a housekeeper/gardener, he has nothing to lose by applying, because hard can it be?

 Now here is the excerpt that got me intrigued:
"So, tell me why you want to work for me." That should give him pause.

"I don’t. My brothers dared me to get a job, and it’s been a lot harder than I expected. I just came from a McDonalds where the manager had a guy with a BS cleaning the toilets and an MBA flipping burgers. The economy sucks." Mischa sounded dejected.
"Ahh." He wanted a job on a dare? What the hell? Who told a prospective employer they didn’t want to work for them? "Let me tell you a little about the parameters of the job.”

Mischa gazed at him quietly, waiting. Maybe the daunting aspects of the task would send the kid the way of the first applicant. "You’ll be responsible for preparing meals. I eat breakfast at six, daily, take a boxed lunch to work, and expect a minimum of a three course dinner. Sometimes I have guests, and occasionally dinner parties." He didn’t really, but threw out the possibility anyway. For a moment, he was distracted by the amusing vision of a room full of elegantly clad clients and coworkers staring in horror as a Goth-garbed Mischa, hair spiked and piercings glittering in the candlelight announced that dinner was served.

"Got it. Cooking. I can do that." Mischa seemed to be trying to convince himself as much as Donovan of that fact.
"You’ll have to do the shopping. I don’t have time for things like that. Then there’s the cleaning. I expect the house to be spotless at all times." He assiduously ignored the fact that the house was currently anything but clean.
Mischa wasn’t inclined to be so kind, though. He glanced pointedly around the kitchen, at the stack of dirty dishes in the sink, the debris from several takeout meals on the counter tops, and the unpacked boxes of kitchenware. "Ok. Clean. I can do that."
"I need the house put together, too. The boxes," he waved around, "unpacked and stuff put away. The walls painted, furniture ordered and assembled and put in place."
Mischa looked shocked. "You trust me to decorate your house?"
"No. I have the plans here." He thumped the red leather-bound album that held the dream house drawings he’d labored on over the years on the marble counter. "I need my housekeeper to coordinate the workmen, decorators, deliveries and so on."
More nods. "I can do that."
Donovan stared helplessly at the kid. Stop calling him kid. It’s too pervy. What else? "References? Do you have references?"

Mischa bent over and the tight black t-shirt rode up as the skinny jeans inched down. Damn. All that creamy white flesh, hairless and smooth tempted him to reach out and touch, to examine the texture and resiliency. He wondered if there were any more shiny piercings hidden under that severe black garb.

"Hey," Mischa was waving a handful of papers in front of his face, and Donovan flushed slightly. Could Mischa tell he’d been staring inappropriately at his exposed skin?

"I’ll, ahh, I’ll keep these. I need to call on them later." He searched desperately for something, anything to turn the kid-man off the idea of working for him. Recalling the indignation and vitriol of the second applicant, he took a shot in the dark and threw it out there. "I’m gay."
No response.
"I said I’m gay, a homosexual, a flamer."

No response. Just inquiring green eyes locked on his face. Someone must have told the kid–man that eye contact was important.

"I sleep with other men?" Shit now he was making statements as questions.
The pierced brow rose slightly at that in an enigmatic gesture, but no response was forthcoming.
"This is a live in position. You don’t mind working for and living with a gay man?
Finally, Mischa smiled. Donovan’s heart lurched at the sexy sweetness of that smile. The tiny silver hoop in his lower lip glinted seductively. Wonder how that piercing would feel when he pressed his lips to Mischa’s? It certainly drew attention to the swollen plumpness of the full red lower lip. Yeah—he really needed to get laid this weekend.
"No. I don’t mind working for a gay man, as long as you don’t mind hiring one." Mischa’s smile was now a broad grin, and he settled back more comfortably on the barstool, as though he were suddenly making himself at home.
Sudden sympathy overrode Donovan’s concerns. Why not give the kid a chance? If Martin Weston hadn’t hired him to work in the copy room at his company all those years ago despite his being an underage gay hippie he wouldn’t be where he was today. He’d probably regret this, but it looked like the skater-Goth-boy/man had talked himself into a job. And the corporate advertising executive was sentencing himself to a series of cold showers.

Lee Brazil

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer
Buy it here:
And the beautiful cover here:
Read it - you won't regret it if you, like me, believe in love!


  1. *blushing* Thank you for your so kind words, LeeAnn! I"m glad you enjoyed the story!

  2. I have it. I'm reading tonight!



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