Thank you, Dean, for having me today. I brought along an
excerpt from my newest release, Beloved Unmasked. It is an adult excerpt, so
your readers are warned. :-)
To give a little background – Beloved Unmasked takes place in New Orleans in the early 20th
century. The scene below is set in Storyville, New Orleans’s infamous red light
district. Spence and Pic are friends, buddies, and Spence feels it his
responsibility to guide Pic to manhood, in his own unique way.
If you are interested in learning more about Storyville and
the people who inhabited it, I invite everyone to visit my blog for daily posts
that started on October 16th and run through October 23rd.
Just click the blog link below.
Full details for a New Orleans-themed gift pack giveaway on
my blog.
And now let’s peek into the world of Spence and Pic.
Blurb:
Born to a spiteful prostitute in Storyville, the red-light
district in New Orleans, David comes into the world as Picayune, meaning “of
little value,” or, as his mother reminds him, “nothing.” In the early 20th
century brothels and clubs, his love of music sustains young Pic until a
life-changing meeting places him on the road to respectability, and Pic
reinvents himself as David Reid.
As David realizes happiness for the first time, conscription forces his friend and first love, Spencer Webb, into the Great War. While he pursues a law degree, letters from Spence connect David to his hopes for the future. After staggering news at war’s end, David must find a way to move forward. Under the tutelage of his benefactor, David’s career prospers, but specters from Storyville threaten all he’s worked so hard to achieve.
The past holds both pain and love. Will facing it head-on destroy David or give him everything he’s ever dared dream?
As David realizes happiness for the first time, conscription forces his friend and first love, Spencer Webb, into the Great War. While he pursues a law degree, letters from Spence connect David to his hopes for the future. After staggering news at war’s end, David must find a way to move forward. Under the tutelage of his benefactor, David’s career prospers, but specters from Storyville threaten all he’s worked so hard to achieve.
The past holds both pain and love. Will facing it head-on destroy David or give him everything he’s ever dared dream?
Excerpt:
With each stair, Pic’s curiosity built. Spence often boasted
a surprise and gave him a piece of filched cake from the kitchen. But there was
the time he had Pic hide behind a curtain while the most gorgeous man he’d ever
seen wore Spence out. Pic lost count of how many times Spence howled, “Yeah,
Daddy.” Not to mention the nights Pic had spent peeking through the crack in
the mahogany armoire.
On those nights Pic’s cock stayed hard until Spence relieved
him. Spence often promised that when the time was right, he, in all his
magnanimity, would personally oversee the popping of Pic’s cherry, and the
promise was all Pic had to show for his patience.
After each of those nights, in the darkened attic, Pic
pulled out every drawing he’d ever done of men and beat off three times in an
hour. Only then did the fear drain from him at the realization that a wife and
kids were not in the cards for him.
Halfway up the stairs, Pic’s instinct to go home nearly
turned him around. His gritty eyes demanded sleep. He’d gotten up early and
would have to again because he had work to do around the house. Sapphire needed
her room cleaned and insisted he do it.
Pic took a step back, but Spence opened the door, his prick
in hand. “What in hell takes you so long to climb a flight of stairs? Aren’t
you interested in your surprise?”
“Sure I am, but you gotta give a workin’ man a break.”
“You’ll get a big, long break when you’re dead. Get up
here.”
Pic trudged up the steps, summoned by the call of cock.
The lingering smell of sex and stale cologne drew him into
the massive room Spence called home. Lots of space, and he paid one of the
younger girls to polish his furniture every day, which left the room with an
underlying aroma of lemon oil.
“Tonight you are in for a treat. I’ve arranged your first
time, just like I promised.” Spence bounced with excitement.
Pic gave the room the once-over. “Really?” He shook his
head. “I don’t know. Here?”
Spence put a hand on his hip, though the other never left
his cock. “Perhaps you’d prefer the parlor downstairs, with witnesses. Yes,
here, with only me and the man I personally selected for you.”
“I don’t know, Spence. Maybe it’s too soon.”
“You can’t decide if you wanna get laid or not? What kind of
red-blooded American man are you?”
Pic shrugged. “Don’t you remember your first time?”
“Sure I do, and I was a damn sight more eager than you are.
Listen, take a drink, and you can ease your mind into the idea that I’m not
letting you out of here until you become a full-fledged pansy like me.” Spence
ran his long slender fingers down Pic’s face. “I want to set you on the right
path. Your partner is a perfect candidate, and he’s eager to help the cause.”
“I’ll take the drink.”
Spence clapped and giggled. “Excellent.”
With an exaggerated sway of the hips, he sashayed to a
bootleg liquor–laden table he’d set up near the window.
“I always love coming to your room. So much more comfortable
than my cot in the attic.”
“I rather like it myself. I do have a flair for décor, don’t
I?”
Spence turned his back, so Pic ambled about. The walls held
an overabundance of framed pictures, not just pages from magazines taped to the
wallpaper. One was of an older Queen Victoria, adorned in black, her face a
mask of sadness. Spence had a thing for England and dreamed of one day visiting
Kensington Palace, birthplace and once home of his favorite queen.
The heavy green draperies that hid the bed cost someone a
pretty penny, as did the fine lace canopy over Spence’s four-poster.
“There you are, a good vintage, from yesterday. It’ll water
your eyes when it hits the bloodstream, but guaranteed, it’ll loosen you up.”
Pic took a sip of the clear drink and wrinkled his nose.
“Whoo! That shit is potent.”
“Told ya.” Spence cupped Pic’s crotch. “Speaking of potent.
Have I got a treat for you.”
After another sip, Pic put his glass on a nearby table.
“What kind of treat? Something better than that shit I hope.”
Spence ran his fingers beneath Pic’s lapel. “You, dear boy,
will have your cherry popped by an esteemed attorney.”
Pic raised his hand to ward yet another of Spence’s wild
notions. “No.” He leaned in closer. “I’m not baring my ass for some grizzled
old fart on his last leg.”
“Au contraire, ma petite pomme de terre.” Spence chuckled
and pulled back the heavy drapery. “Does this look like a grizzled old fart to
you?”
(insert and center mask and resize
to 16%)
Lots of pre-release buzz about Beloved Unmasked
A Tarnished Novel
Cherished One: Book One:
Beloved Unmasked
is a beautifully written historical romance. You can feel the streets of New
Orleans, see the sights, and hear the sounds. (Cathy Brockman – MM Good Book
Reviews)
When you want a historical you can really sink into and feel
like you are there, this is the book to pick up. Really amazingly well done. A
Recommended Read (Tina Brunelle – Redz World)
Beloved Unmasked
has a whole lot packed into the pages. Brita Addams has certainly done her
research about New Orleans. (Kazza – On the Top Down Under Reviews)
Buy Beloved Unmasked
at Dreamspinner Press. Amazon, All Romance Ebooks
All Romance ebooks https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-belovedunmasked-1897343-367.html
The other books in the Tarnished series are Tarnished Gold
and Tarnished Souls Frankie and Gent. These take place in the Golden Age of
Hollywood and can be read as standalones. Beloved
Unmasked is a Tarnished novel, but the first in my Cherished One series. Check
my website for the details of those books and my other writings.
Born in a small town in upstate New York, Brita Addams has
made her home in the sultry south for many years. In the Frog Capital of the
World, Brita shares her home with her real-life hero—her husband, and a fat cat
named Stormee. All their children are grown.
Given her love of history, Brita writes both het and gay
historical romance. Many of her historicals have appeared on category
bestseller lists at various online retailers.
Tarnished Gold, the first in her gay romance Tarnished
series for Dreamspinner Press, was a winner in the 2013 Rainbow Awards,
Historical Romance category. The book also received nominations for Best
Historical and Best Book of 2013 from the readers of the Goodreads M/M Romance
Group.
A bit of trivia—Brita
pronounces her name, Bree-ta, and not Brit-a, like the famous water filter.
Find Brita at any of the following places:
Website – http://britaaddams.net
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/britaaddams
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