Title: Loving Jacob
Author Name: Lee Brazil
Publication Date & Length: November 28, 2014 — 113 Pages
When Malcolm Jenner’s sex-on-the-side turns into more, he isn’t above begging for a second chance.
High profile attorney Malcolm Jenner is looking for a bit of fun, nothing serious. He’s got duties and responsibilities, after all. Though he’s not one to choose his lovers from the office, Jacob Renault is an attraction too compelling to resist.
However, Jacob isn’t interested in temporary. He wants it all—Prince Charming, the castle, the happily ever after. There’s no rule that says the younger man can’t have fun while he’s searching for his prince, though…
At first neither is willing to compromise on their stance, but an agreement is reached, with each man planning to do his best to subvert the other to his viewpoint. Lust turns to love, and what’s impossible becomes merely improbable, but is it going to be enough?
1) Can you describe in detail what your writing environment is like?
I write in my kitchen. It’s a tiny little corner with a window that faces east. I chose that spot because when I get up in the morning I can sit there and listen to birdsong and drink my coffee and watch the sunrise over the forest. I write on a desktop computer on an antique table, with a tiny bookshelf and a terra cotta pot full of pens. There’s a copy of Ray Bradbury’s Zen in the Art of Writing, and a paperback of Robert Frost’s collected poetry. The table is just barely big enough to hold a desk top calendar, so that’s about it.
2) Is there one of your characters that you relate to (from any of your works)? Why?
I relate to many of my characters, but today, Adrian from The Librarian comes to mind. He’s a quiet and studious man, with hidden depths. I think people have looked at me all my life and never realized who I really am. Just as Val never really knew Adrian.
3) If you couldn’t be an author, what would you do instead?
I’ve been asked this question before, and I can’t really recall what I said. At various times I know I’d have said I’d go back to teaching, but I don’t think I can say that today. I very much enjoy writing, and I think that’s what I’d look for. If I had to go back to work, it would have to be doing something I enjoy. Perhaps I’d do culinary school and open a restaurant. Or a bakery… baking is fun.
4) Is there anything that you learned during the writing process that you wish you had known before hand?
Tons of things. Let’s see… I wish I had known that I have an addiction to ellipses and exclamation marks. Then I could have avoided using them. Instead I spent ages editing them out.
5) Is there anything that you wish you could change about your book now that it is out?
Well, not really. I do occasionally think that I should have written the dual perspective, given people glimpses into Jacob’s mind as well, but… Really, this is more Malcolm’s story.
6) How do you come up with new ideas for your story?
New ideas usually come to me when I am least prepared for them. In the shower, whilst driving, while in line at the grocers, that sort of thing. They can be inspired by snippets of conversation, pictures, songs…
7) What’s next for you as a writer?
I’m currently working on a few projects. There’s the third season of Pulp Friction- which this year has taken a turn for the paranormal, and an m/m contemporary romance about a small town deputy and a big city lawyer with an illicit hobby, and Story Orgy is writing Superhero stories, which I’m enjoying immensely.
8) Where do you live? Do you think this influences how or what you write?
I live in the country, surrounded by woods and fields and farms. There’s rivers and mountains and not a lot of people. I don’t know that it influences what I write, but it certainly makes writing possible. When we lived in the city, it was hard for me to hear the voices of the characters. Here, the noise of life doesn’t drown out the stories.
9) What is your favorite genre outside of the one you write in? Why?
I like gritty, tense detective fiction like John Connally and John Sandford right.
Why? Escapism, pure and simple.
10) Do you have any vices? Shoes, coffee, shopping…etc?
Coffee is a vice? I thought it was a necessity. LOL Sure I have vices. Don’t we all? I’m easily distracted, have an awful memory, and can just lose myself in books and margaritas. Which isn’t good for the dogs, the cats or the rest of the family.
Malcolm stood in the hallway, gritting his teeth and reminded himself that an office fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.
He kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was focused…fuck…on Malcolm’s obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion, he snarled at his libido. There will be no casual hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he’d ever seen. He wanted like hell to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he wore. He didn’t go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he’d make an exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public.
A law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary, Marge, that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn’t control his urges around the tech guy.
He threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man from the technology department when he caught that sultry purple gaze on his cock for what must have been the hundredth time as the slight young man brushed against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator on the second floor.
Impulsively, Malcolm grabbed Jacob’s hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He’d had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his embrace. He tilted Jacob’s head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed in the heated, slick haven of Jacob’s mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been hidden there. Fuck. He could drown in the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn’t even try to escape the kiss; he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He brushed his tongue against Malcolm’s, sweeping it gently along the roof of his mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily when their lips parted.
Malcolm pulled back and spoke harshly. “Is that what you’re after, little boy? You want a quick fuck in the elevator to start the week off right?”
Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.