I am so excited to host AE Via today after the release of her latest novel, You Can See Me.
Synopsis:
World renowned chef Prescott Vaughan was at the height
of his career. Right before he's to leave for Paris to work alongside his
idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind.
His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and
depression. He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find
it in the form of his very sexy neighbor. Sexy male neighbor,
Dr. Rickson 'Ric' Edwards.
Prescott's not gay - at least he never considered himself gay
- until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The
two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and
learning each other. Things are great until Ric begins to
have his doubts about meeting Prescott's many wants.
When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds
himself lonely and lacking again. Enter, male escort and
aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void.
In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibits him
from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is
finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he's not sure that Pres can let go
of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his
own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help but
become entranced and crave more as well.
Pres soon realizes that there's no need to choose
between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together
- grab a cold drink - the heat is going to go all the way up!
This is not your typical gay ménage romance. Everyone is not
happy, skipping along, and loving life. These men are at each other’s throats.
They live completely separate lives; fuss, cuss, and fight until they all
realize exactly what the problem is...too damn much sexual tension.
AUTHOR BIO:
A.E.
Via is the new best-selling author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her
writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include
intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When
she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful
paralegal-for-hire business and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her
family – a husband and four children – her two pets, a Maltese dog and her
white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late great gay romance author ELynn
Harris.
While
this is only her second novel, she has plenty more to come...so sit back and
grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up!
Go
to A.E. Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on
how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on up-coming work, free reads,
and where she’ll appear next.
Links:
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/A.-E.-Via/e/B00GMNMS4U/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1390865523&sr=8-1
Excerpt:
Ric
leaned his head back against the elevator paneling and watched the numbers
light up all the way to floor ten before his eyes drifted shut for the rest of
the way. When the doors opened, he came face-to-face with Prescott’s Texan.
Fuck me.
Instead
of the gorgeous prick getting on the elevator and leaving, the cocky bastard
took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of
the hallway and stared openly at him as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His
hazel eyes scanned Ric up and down, taking in his disheveled, stressed-out
appearance.
“Do
you have a fucking problem?” Ric growled, refusing to pretend to be cordial to
the man even though he was a complete stranger and had done absolutely nothing
to him.
The
man had the nerve to smirk at him and shake his head as if pitying Ric, or
perhaps throwing it in Ric’s face that he’d definitely had a better night than
he had. Ric did try to hide his anger at knowing the man had slept with his
Pres. Why the hell else would he be leaving at five in the damn morning? Unless
he delivered newspapers or milk, he had absolutely no reason to be on this
floor this time of morning. Bastard.
“No,
I don’t have a problem,” he drawled slowly, making sure to put extra
enunciation on the “I” part of his sentence. “But, obviously, you do. Or else
you wouldn’t be scowling at me for no reason.”
“Fuck
you,” Ric snarled, stepping just a little closer. He wanted to tear the man’s
lips off for talking with that accent. Then he wanted to rip his hands off for
daring to touch his Prescott. The man’s
probably a male gold digger.
“Did
you enjoy taking advantage of Prescott? Did you get what you came for?” Ric
growled like a rabid animal three inches away from the man’s face, but he’d be
damned if the asshole didn’t even flinch at his showcase of fury. No reaction
whatsoever.
The
Texan had one hand casually tucked in his jeans pocket, kicking back one side
of his stylish blazer, while he lazily rubbed his other hand over his taut
chest and washboard abs that showed through the thin material of his untucked
dress shirt. Ric hated to admit it, but the man looked well fucked, and he wore
it well.
“How
could you do that to someone like him?” Ric fumed, and it took everything in
him to control his rage.
If I hit him, no one would know.
There’s no one around, no witnesses. It’d be his word against mine.
“I
knew I’d peg you in less than five minutes.” The man spoke with one dark brown
eyebrow cocked up. He ran his fingers through his bed-tousled dark brown hair
and let out an exasperated breath.
“Excuse
me?” Ric blinked.
“Now
I know why you were too stupid to hold on to Prescott Vaughan. You were too
busy feeling sorry for him. Instead of you seeing a brilliant man, a
world-renowned, accomplished chef who happens to be one of the most talented
men to ever set foot in a kitchen, you see a needy, helpless man. Ahhh. Now it
makes perfect sense.”
“Don’t
try to act like you know me because you don’t,” Ric growled, still trying to be
mindful they were in the hallway of the floor that he lived on.
The
Texan pushed off the wall and closed the few inches between them. His six feet,
two inches of height had him eye to eye with Ric, and the man showed no fear.
His handsome face was now a mask of furious anger.
“I
saw you treat him like shit on the bottom of your shoes last night. I watched
him beg you for five fuckin’ minutes of your time, and you spat in his face.
Now, you have the audacity to say I’m mistreating him? Fuck you,” he snarled
right back at Ric.
Just
as fast as the man’s anger came, it disappeared, and he composed himself to
reveal that smirk that Ric selfishly rejoiced Pres couldn’t see, because it was
sexy as fuck…and the man knew it.
Ric
watched his competition push the elevator button as he rubbed his hand over his
morning stubble before speaking again. “You know what they say, don’t you, Doc?
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and Prescott Vaughan is definitely a
rare, precious treasure.”
The
Texan inched in even closer, which surprised the hell out of Ric since they
were practically nose to nose. Ric was smacked in the face with a faint
soap-and-water fragrance that made his eyelids flutter and his own dick jerk to
life. Ric’s half-lidded eyes were riveted to the Texan’s plush lips as he
leaned in and whispered directly into Ric’s open mouth.
“If
you don’t pull your head out of your ass and claim Prescott Vaughan like he
wants, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked the sexy strawberry ten ways to Sunday
and there’s not a single trace of your existence left in his mind, because with
or without you, he needs love, and I was the one there last night to lick his
sweet tears when you walked away.”
The
elevator doors opened at his final words, and the smooth Texan took a few
graceful steps backward into the elevator and gave Ric a sexy wink right before
the doors closed.
Fucking asshole,
Ric thought.
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