Spotlight: You Can See Me - A.E. Via
Author A.E.
Via
Title: You
Can See Me
M/M/M GAY
EROTIC CONTEMPORARY
WORD COUNT
- 78,200
Release
Date: February 07, 2014
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:
Publisher:
http://www.amirapress.com
Author’s
Official Website:
http://authoraevia.com
Amazon
Author Page:
http://www.amazon.com/A.-E.-Via/e/B00GMNMS4U/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1390865523&sr=8-1
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/aeviaauthor
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/AuthorAEVia
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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