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Friday, October 21, 2016

Review Tour: The Viscount and The Artist by Alyson Pearce #Review #Excerpt #Giveaway

The Viscount And The Artist - Alyson Pearce


Length: 299 pages


Blurb

Andrew Cardwell is a man driven by duty to his country and to his family. After the death of his uncle, he's determined to provide security and stability for his family as the new Viscount Cardwell—even if that means marrying and producing an heir. Surprising himself, Andrew decides to sponsor a young artist named Jeremy for the season, to help him find a patron. What he doesn’t anticipate is how well Jeremy fits in his bed…and his life.

Jeremy Leighton knows what it’s like to be a disappointment. The only son of a vicar, he's refused to follow the path his father set for him, choosing his passion for art, instead. He accepts Andrew's proposal, hoping to prove to his father—and himself—that he can succeed as an artist. After spending time with Andrew in and out of bed, Jeremy struggles not to fall for the damaged viscount, knowing the season will likely end in Andrew's engagement. 

Between a meddling cousin, a widow on the hunt for a new husband, and their own doubts about the relationship, how can Andrew and Jeremy shed the expectations of others to find true happiness? 

Review


I'm shocked that this was a debut book for this author. Her writing and world building in this historical story is wonderful and realistic. As a lover of historicals, I hope she keeps going on writing them because she did a fantastic job. The romance between a peer and an artist was beautiful and full of obstacles but one that I fell in love with.

I loved Jeremy’s sweetness and innocence to start but his confidence and strong will that eventually came out after the move to London really helped me connect to him since this gave him layers and purpose especially when it came to Andrew. He's an artist that's finding a world he didn't know existed before Andrew. A world of gay men who support and befriend others like them. What started out as a teacher/student sexual relationship grew to much more even though Jeremy knows he will just get his heart broken by Andrew.

Andrew, the new Lord Cardwell, due to his uncles death, is finding out being in charge comes with more headaches than he thought. One being the need to marry and produce an heir to protect the title and his family. Running into Jeremy after all these years was not something he expected but finding out they both share the same desires turns into a wonderful thing. But his attraction is becoming more and he cannot have more. Not after the losses he's had. He just doesn't have it in him. Andrew is so stoic and Jeremy seems, at times, to bring out a different side to him which for me is where I saw the change in their feelings for each other. You only act like your true self with those you trust.

The characters in this story were easy to love and easy to want to fight for. They are what drove this story for me; giving me that feeling of never wanting to put down the book and getting lost in the story was easy. The story, in some parts, may be what I've read before but the author brought her own twist and touch to it and made it her own. I love Andrew’s friends! Each one were unique but as a group their personalities all fit with each other. So much so that I hope that maybe the author will gift us with more books for them.

All this with a first time published author makes this story even better! Can't wait to read more from her.


Excerpt

Sitting in the carriage outside Boodle’s, Jeremy fiddled with his coat buttons. A cold sweat had started along the back of his neck. Talking about finding a patron was one matter. Actively looking for one was completely different. He looked over at Andrew. The man was the embodiment of fashionable: his jet black tailcoat was expertly tailored, the waistcoat beneath adding a touch of colour and pattern. Even his cravat was tied in a perfect Osbaldeston. Next to him, Jeremy looked like a simple country boy, wearing clothing his father had bought him when he entered Oxford. His stomach rolled, and he regretted eating such a large dinner.
“You’re going to be fine,” Andrew said.
Jeremy fastened his buttons for a third time.
“Just relax. Hands at your sides. Deep breaths. Follow my lead and stay by my side.”
Nodding, Jeremy let his hands drop. He waited until Andrew opened the carriage door before climbing out. The sight in front of him was formal and imposing, and Jeremy wanted nothing more than to climb back into the carriage. The ground floor exterior was a white stone, while the upper levels were brick. The showpiece of the building, though, was the large, domed window in the centre, trimmed by white, scalloped stone.
“Come on.”
Andrew clapped Jeremy on the shoulder and steered them toward the door. It felt rather like he was being marched to the gallows. As they passed through the columned entrance, Jeremy balled his fists at his sides.
“You have to relax, Jeremy,” Andrew murmured. “No one is going to come and escort you out. You are here as my guest, and therefore you belong here. Unclench your fists. Drop your shoulders. Remember, every man you meet here is a potential patron. Treat them as such. Be respectful, but be yourself.”
Jeremy nodded, forcing his shoulders down. “All right. Where to first, Cardwell?”
“Let’s start by finding friends.”
After a giving Jeremy a quick tour of the ground floor, Andrew led him up the steps, toward the salon. A number of men had already started to gather at the card tables, and Jeremy stayed as close to Andrew as he possibly could. A large man with a bulbous nose and beady eyes broke away from the rest and started toward the both of them, favouring his left leg.
“Thomas Stanhope,” Andrew whispered. “A member of the Commons and not someone you want to work with.”
“Cardwell!” The man’s voice was thin and raspy, and his gaze darted between Andrew and Jeremy. “Back just in time for the Season, I see. Is your uncle with you?”
Andrew’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Uncle Richard passed a few weeks ago. You sent a letter expressing your condolences.”
Stanhope’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Did I? I…You must forgive me. My mind is not what it once was.”
“Of course.” The words came out clipped. “Stanhope, allow me to introduce my friend, Mr. Jeremy Leighton.”
A flicker of emotion crossed Stanhope’s face, though Jeremy couldn’t place it. Whatever it was made him uncomfortable.
“Leighton…” The man frowned, as though he were trying to piece together a puzzle.
“It’s a pleasure,” Jeremy said, shaking the man’s hand.
“The pleasure is mine.” Stanhope didn’t release his grip. “Tell me, how did you become acquainted with our Cardwell, here?”
The man’s palm was sweaty and Jeremy longed to pull away, but when he tried, Stanhope simply tightened his grip. “My father was friends with Lord Richard Cardwell. I’ve been acquainted with his family since birth.”
The confusion twisted into something like satisfaction, and Stanhope smirked, a gleam in his eye.
“I see. And how—”
“Cardwell!”
Jeremy looked over Stanhope’s shoulder to see a man taller than Andrew walking over. When he looked back at Stanhope, the man’s expression had soured.
“Excuse me. I look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Leighton.”
Stanhope walked away, his expression clouded. Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and the tension visibly eased.
“Perfect timing, Percy,” Andrew said. “I thought I would have to cut Jeremy’s hand off to get him away.”
“You looked like a caged animal.” The man embraced Andrew and then pulled away. “I wondered if you would be here for the Season. We placed bets on whether or not you would turn up. Thaddeus put you down as sitting out.”
Jeremy blinked. How could he be so crass?
“It’s as though he doesn’t know me at all,” Andrew shot back. He turned to Jeremy. “Lord Percival Beaumont, this is Mr. Jeremy Leighton. Percy and I attended Harrow and Oxford together.”
As Beaumont shook his hand, Jeremy could practically feel the man scrutinizing his appearance. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord,” he said, not quite meeting Beaumont’s gaze.
Beaumont gave him the same easy-going smile he gave Andrew. “Pleasure’s all mine. Please, call me Percy. Andrew, Thaddeus and Oliver are at May’s Buildings. I thought you might want to head over.”
Andrew looked to Jeremy. “What do you think? Would you rather visit the Eccentrics than stay here?”
Given the stuffy crowd and their interactions with Stanhope, Jeremy was more than eager to leave. “Yes. Could we go, please?”
“Lead the way, then, Percy.”
The trio headed back down the stairs and out the door. Rather than hailing a carriage, they set off on foot. The sun had almost completely set, and a slight chill had entered the air, but it wasn’t anything Jeremy’s coat couldn’t protect against. As they walked, Jeremy found himself trailing behind Andrew, with Percy at his side.
“So you went to school with Andrew, then?” Jeremy asked. It was easy to relax around Percy, who treated him with the same warmth he treated Andrew. Stanhope, with his odd behaviour, had had the opposite effect on him.
Percy nodded. “Our families run in the same circles, so of course I knew Andrew, but I didn’t become friends with him until university.” He lowered his voice. “We, ah, share similar interests.”
The meaning was clear. Already, Jeremy was starting to pick up on the cues and the codes. “Of course,” he said.
Part of him wanted to ask whether or not they had been together, but a much larger part didn’t care to know.
“I do believe I’ve stunned you. Forgive me, I’ve said too much.”
“Not at all. I simply…”
“I see.” Percy nodded slowly. He glanced ahead at Andrew before turning back to Jeremy. “I wouldn’t worry, if I were you. What happened between us was years ago, and I found we’re much better suited as friends. Relax.”
“I would have a greater chance at relaxing if everyone stopped encouraging me to do so,” Jeremy retorted.
“My apologies. I meant only that I would like to get to know you better, as a friend of Andrew’s.”
“Gossiping about me, are you?” Andrew’s voice came from up ahead.
“You only wish,” Percy replied. He looped his arm through Jeremy’s. “Tell me about your relationship with Andrew.”
“My father was close friends with Andrew’s uncle, Richard.”
Percy flashed him a smile. “That tells me nothing about you and Andrew.”
“There’s not much to say.” Jeremy licked his lips. “I’m an artist looking for a patron. Andrew saw my work and commissioned me to paint his portrait, and in return he offered to let me come with him to London.”
“And does he give you anything else in return?”
Anger flared in Jeremy’s veins and he let out a harsh breath. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“I mean nothing by it,” Percy said gently. “As I said, I only wish to get to know you better. I know Andrew, and I only want the best for him. For you both. I know how difficult it can be to get close to him.”
“What do you know of his difficulties?”
“As one of his oldest friends, I believe a better question would be what do I not know of his difficulties?” The man regarded him with an air of suspicion before relaxing. “Come to my townhouse tomorrow afternoon. We can discuss the matter further there.”
“And what do I tell Andrew?”
“That he isn’t invited.” Percy laughed, his entire face lighting up. “He’ll hardly like it, but he will recover. Sometimes it is nice to remind him that he cannot control everything and everyone.”




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Author Bio
Alyson Pearce is an American transplant currently living in London, where she works full time in publishing and as an author of M/M romances. She fell in love with romances after discovering her grandmother’s library and hasn’t looked back. As a member of the LGBT community, she believes that everyone deserves their chance at a happily ever after. In her spare time, Alyson enjoys cooking, reading, and shouting at contestants on Chopped. The Viscount and the Artist is her first novel.






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Sunday, June 19, 2016

Promotional Post: The Private Secretary by Summer Devon #Review #Excerpt #Giveaway





Author: Summer Devon
Book: The Private Secretary
Publisher: Kate Rothwell
Publication date: June 13, 2016
Length: 141 pages




Reviewed by Meredith


Synopsis

Down on his luck and desperate for employment, Ezra Seton is offered only one job: to work in the house of a heartless bully, the very man who drove Ezra's lover away. Gritting his teeth, Ezra takes the position. But neither the new job nor the master of house are what he expected. Still, he vows to keep his distance, no matter how difficult it is to maintain his composure.

Robert Demme's pleasure-seeking days are over. Having rescued his cousin Ambrose from a lunatic asylum, he expends much of his energy pacifying the fragile eccentric. Hiring an assistant offers some relief--and also intriguing temptation. Unfortunately, the fascinating Seton apparently loathes him. Determined to discover the reason, Robert uses his considerable wit to get under the man's skin, stunned when his plan backfires. Instead of unraveling the stalwart secretary, Robert has undone himself. All he's accomplished is a deepening of his own interest.

When the two spend the night together in an inn, their mutual desire proves too strong. The secretary and the gentleman succumb to lust. But when Ezra's old flame reappears and the cousin's experiments go awry, it's a battle to discover which will win the day: love or lunacy.

This edition includes a selection from Simon and the Christmas Spirit, a title by Summer Devon and Bonnie Dee.








Excerpt

A few days after he’d found the secretary up a ladder, Robert was cautiously optimistic. He paused outside the study door to listen to his cousin’s monotonous droning and the new secretary’s pencil scratching on a pad. God knew Robert was fond enough of his cousin, but when they were between secretaries, Ambrose expected him to take those notes and fetch scraps for the vermin. And maybe, if this one worked out, Robert might be able to get away more often, or even hold a party—one without Ambrose.

Though he was well used to Ambrose and his quirks, anytime someone visited their home, Robert had to stop himself from apologizing for the awkwardness created by Ambrose’s pronouncements and occasional fits. Always a good lesson to remember that he mustn’t care for the world’s good opinion.

The invitations to dine and to balls and parties remained steady even after his cousin came to live with him. To celebrate the fact that life might become more settled at last, Robert had indulged in his interest in wearing clothes that were just on the fantastical side. Velvets or a brocade vest that was out of fashion—though he didn’t consider choosing one’s own clothes a creative activity.
His parties… A pity they had to come to an end, but soon after Ambrose moved in, Robert decided that his cousin and such events didn’t mix. Robert missed that one aspect of his old life. Really, one might consider his parties works of art.

The last one on the theme of poet and muse had been entertaining, at least until Ambrose had glared at a declaiming poet and said something about how his larvae were more entertaining. That same querulous voice, Ambrose Annoyed, interrupted his thoughts as his cousin came into the library, followed by the new secretary. Alas, the smooth sailing had hit high seas. Pity that Robert would have to send this secretary packing.

Ambrose waved a trembling finger and declared, “He suggested a change to my book. To my work.” He rubbed his knuckle against his teeth, not biting yet, so he wasn’t too far gone.
Robert had learned how to help this sort of upset; a soothing voice and repetition worked well. He rose from his chair. “It’s your work and your book, Ambrose. You don’t have to change a word if you don’t want.”

“He thinks I should do more research about the time differentiation in finely ground versus coarsely chopped waste. This is a good suggestion. Yes, a good suggestion, so I shall take it.”
Robert stopped, mouth open ready to continue his usual attempts to calm Ambrose. A moment passed before he said, “Ah. Carry on, then.”

Ambrose did an about face and marched out again.

This secretary was different, and not only because he was more pleasing to the eye than the others. He worked hard and didn’t seem to object to the trays of creatures Ambrose had set up in every room. As he’d passed a room one evening, Robert had heard Ambrose laughing. The noise was so unusual, Robert had paused until he understood the secretary had said something that actually amused his cousin. Robert should do what he could to keep the man on.

Later that day, he sought out the secretary to give him advice. “It’s usually best to let him talk. No interrupting, I mean.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. Startled by the look of sheer hatred, and in such fine dark eyes as well, Robert almost took a step back. Instead, he waved a hand. “All right. Tell me why you are looking daggers at me…” He paused, searching for a name. “Seton.”

He waited for some kind of oh nothing at all, sir, I beg your pardon, sir, response and was disconcerted when the secretary challenged him. “Mr. MacBean deserves respect. His intellect is enormous.”

“Naturally, he deserves respect. He also deserves peace, and such a thing is hard-won for him.” Why was he arguing with a secretary? Because Ambrose required someone who would stay and this one had lasted more than a week, which was days longer than most. And Seton actually seemed to see under the tics and odd habits to the real Ambrose that lay beneath. He should celebrate the fact that the secretary appreciated his cousin. So Robert gave Seton a wide smile and went on. “I expect, if you can manage to get along with him, you will find your own way.”

“Manage to get along with him, sir?” The acid in his voice would have curdled milk. “I fail to understand your meaning.”

“Oh for pity’s sake—that tone! Are you so determined to dislike me?” He wondered if it could be his taste in clothing, although today he’d allowed his valet to choose his clothing. He wore a heather tweed suit, impeccable and conservative.

Apparently, Seton had wisely decided not to answer the question…although perhaps now was the time for him to protest and say he didn’t despise Mr. Demme, no, sir, not at all. Funny that he remained silent.

Robert had never before explained the Ambrose situation to previous secretaries, which might have been a mistake. It might be disloyal to his cousin, but he decided to pursue a new policy: forewarned was forearmed. Ambrose’s occasional bad behavior had shocked and driven off other employees, including Robert’s former butler. Robert took a step closer to Seton, who stepped back at once.
What was wrong with the man? Did he fear or hate Robert, and why the hell did Robert care?




Review



I rarely read historical romance. But when Summer Devon writes one I read it. She’s one of very few authors that just does it for me in the historical department.

The Private Secretary is a lot of fun. We have this guy, Ezra, who has a rough go of things and is in need of a job. Of course he gets it and discovers that it’s for a guy he can’t stand. But, he doesn’t like him because of rumors he's heard from a very close person in his life. We, as humans, tend to dislike people who wrong our friends and loved ones. It’s some sort of support.
When Ezra steps foot into Robert’s home to be the secretary for his cousin Ambrose that’s when the fun begins. Ambrose is “eccentric” but in modern times he’d be autistic no question. He requires a lot of assistance with his book on bugs. *shivers* As the book progresses we meet a wonderful ensemble, discover that word of mouth isn’t always truth, and we fall in love… err we watch others fall in love.

When I read this, like when I read other gay historical romances, I see how relationships were, how society was, and just the everyday... It blows my mind. I know I couldn’t have lived in that time. How Robert and Ezra need to keep quiet about their love… it breaks my heart. But they are smart and they make it work and it’s wonderful.

Summer Devon is masterful with historical romance and this one is amazing.



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