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Monday, May 19, 2014

It’s Simple, Simon by Lee Brazil #BlogTour #RafflecopterGiveaway





I'm a big fan of Lee Brazil and excited to be part of the Blog Tour for It’s Simple, Simon. Enjoy Lee's post and don't forget to enter the giveaway.


Rafflecopter Prize: THREE Prizes! #1 gift basket containing: The Lost Art of Pie Making Made Easy, + a Pie crust circle, + a $10 Marie Callendar's Gift Card.   # 2 - $10 ARE gift card.  #3 - $10 Breathless Press Gift Card

Now here's Lee... 


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*Sings off-key, as usual* "I've lived all around this great big world,"…*trails off* *coughs* Ahem. I actually moved around quite a bit as a child, but just in the US. Before my memory begins, we lived in Florida and Pennsylvania, and Texas. After that, well, there were two NY houses, two Texas houses, two Colorado houses, three North Carolina houses, a Maine cottage, and I’m sure I’m forgetting some. Some were imminently forgettable, but some were awesome. Then I moved out on my own into a succession of studio apartments and apartments I shared with roommates…ugh. That is an entirely different blog post, though. *shakes off the bad memories* 

The first house I remember was a huge (to my three year old mind) red brick colonial in the NY countryside. It sat on the top of a hill that ended in a huge clump of honeysuckle bushes. *Sigh* In the winter, my father would take us sledding right there in the back yard, dragging the toboggan up the hill, loading us on and sending us flying down again until the wind and the chill seeped through layers of outerwear and our teeth chattered endlessly. 

Then we'd all head inside for hot chocolate and warm up in front of the fireplace. 

In the summer, we (when I say we, at this point I mean myself and my two older siblings. There were four of us at that time, so I was three of four rather than three of nine, which is what I ended up.) played outside in the fresh air a lot, and those honeysuckle blossoms provided a neat little treat. What? You've never sucked honeysuckle nectar straight from the blossom? You don't know what you're missing! 

Anyway, that is one of my favorite houses that I've ever lived in, probably because it holds all those important memories, time spent with my siblings and my father.  Oh, and it was haunted. 

*holds up right hand* Swear. At least, my father said it was haunted, and he had the civil war belt buckle to prove. My mom always supported his story, too, so I can't really doubt it. What? 

Oh. Well, family legend has it that one dark night, my father and mother woke up, certain that someone was in the room with them. My mom didn't see anyone, but my dad said there was a man, a shadow really, asking him to come with him. 

I know what you're thinking, because you've seen as many horror movies as I have. Don't do it. Now, my dad wasn't the trusting sort, he had his head screwed on right, but he went. He always told us that he knew…that he didn't feel any threat from this guy, so he went, followed the shadow figure all the way up to the attic of this old house. 

And the attic was chock full of other people's junk, because this was a rental house, and people had left all kinds of things up there. Somewhere in the dark recesses of the attic, the figure stopped and pointed, and my dad found an old leather box. 

Inside the box were the civil war items, a bullet, a belt buckle, a few pieces of metal, a canteen. No papers, nothing to identify the soldier the items had belonged to, and nothing of extreme value. 

But my father kept those things all his life, and when he passed away they were still in a box on his dresser. 

So this is the story of a house I once lived in, when I was three, and struggling to learn how to tie my shoe, when honeysuckle was a snack, and I had my father to tow me up the steep slopes. 

Who was I then? I was the same person I am now, younger, more innocent of mind, less cynical maybe. The Lee I was then didn't even dream of writing, or the written word, (dude, I was three! Words looked like chicken scratches!) but stories… Oh yes, even then there were stories! 




Book Name: It’s Simple, Simon
Author Name: Lee Brazil
Author Bio: I’m an avid reader and former teacher of grammar and composition who believes that falling in love is the grandest adventure anyone can have. In a nutshell, that’s every story I have to tell.

Relocating from the crazy pace of life in Southern California’s Orange
County to the beautiful and leisurely atmosphere of the Illinois
countryside has given me the time to indulge the desire to write that I
set aside when I started teaching fourteen years ago. 

Readers can find out more about me and my writing by visiting me at my blog, Lee’s Musings at http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/ or finding me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001551666797

Feel free to drop me a line at lee.brazil@ymail.com.Author Links: http://www.facebook.com/lee.brazil
https://www.facebook.com/leebrazilauthor https://www.facebook.com/BreathlessPressPage

Cover Artist: Victoria Miller
Publisher: Breathless Press

Blurb: 

Simon Carter has achieved unimaginable success and he owes it all to a man from his past whose scorn set fire to his ambition.

"It's Simple, Simon. You lack ambition."

Chase Garvin's jibe had sent Simon Carter on unexpected paths and brought him unimaginable success. No longer a penniless musician, the highly paid investment banker is going home for the first time in years. He plans to rest, relax, and spend a little time rubbing his ex-lover's nose in his success. A visit to the Renaissance Fair brings this not-quite-so-simple- Simon nose to nose with his past and somehow revenge doesn't seem quite so attractive.

Chase Garvin, Denver, Colorado's very own Pie Man, is still incredibly handsome. What's more, the more mature Chase is very appreciative of Simon's talents.

When the old attraction flares between them, Simon and the Pie Man get caught up in tasting the wares, and neither counts the pennies.

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1 comments:

Hank said...

My mother loves to bake. I love her chocolate chip cookies and oatmeal scotchies. But she makes a pecan pie that is crazy good. She always makes our favorite desserts for holidays, and by the time dessert is brought out we're so full! But we seem to find the room, and then there's some leftover to take home. Nothing better than a pie of homemade pie late at night with just the Christmas tree lights on. *sighs*