Guest Post and Giveaway: Groom of Convenience by Vicktor Alexander

Vicktor "Vic" Alexander:

I’m over at The Novel Approach talking about Groom Of Convenience, Scandalous Whispers Of The Remmington Realm, and how I write outside the lines/box of the genre. There’s even a giveaway!

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Line? What Line? I Don’t See No Freakin’ Line

First of all I want to thank the Novel Approach for having me here today. Yay!! I’m so excited to be on this site. Everything’s so shiny. –touches everything- -breaks a vase- I’m totally going to pay for that. Promise.

Anyway. When I talked to Lisa about doing a blog post for the site, especially since I wanted to feature my newest release, Groom Of Convenience, I told her, honestly, that I had no idea what to write about. When she suggested that I write about the book, its characters, and why I liked to shake things up a bit in the romance genre with creative settings, storylines and characters, I knew that she understood me. I also knew that I had definitely found my blog topic.

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Monday Meets: Vicktor Alexander and a Giveaway

Vicktor "Vic" Alexander:

I’m over at Brynn Stein’s blog today.

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Excerpt (From Groom of Convenience):

“Here we are,” Rosemary announced, her voice louder than normal, with a false cheeriness to it. Lucien’s eyebrows rose at his mother’s behavior, and he stopped her in front of the closed doors, which once again let Lucien know something or someone was behind those doors that his parents didn’t want him to know about until they’d had a chance to explain it to him.

“Mother, what is going on?” Lucien asked her. Rosemary looked at Lucien and shook her head. “Why, Luce, absolutely nothing. Why would you ask me something like that?”

Lucien was really concerned, as neither of his parents used his nickname. Ever. He said nothing to her, just staring, unmoving. Rosemary removed her hand from Lucien’s elbow and raised it to the pearls hanging at her neck to play with them a moment. Lucien was very aware of that gesture…

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Thank You

Thank you so much to Lila who nominated Groom Of Convenience for Best Historical and Best Family Drama for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group Member Choice Awards!

I am continuously humbled by you, the readers. Where I agonized and fretted over the release of this book, you have made it a Bestseller at Dreamspinner, Amazon, and ARe. You have nominated it for awards, you encourage others to read it, but even more than that (and this to me is the greatest thing ever) you have told me how much you loved the book, how it touched it you and how you’re looking forward to the next one.

And thank you to Holly who nominated It’s You, Then Breathing for Best Love’s Landscapes Story and Best Coach/Athlete. I wrote the story for you and I’m beyond happy that it touched you so much that you wanted to nominate it for awards (and wrote a haiku about it too! Wow!)

Thank you so much. It has been a pleasure always pushing those lines and boundaries with my readers and I’m so glad you all have gone with me on this ride. Thank you for nominating me. I am so humbled by this.

 

 



-Vicktor Alexander

Here Comes NaNoWriMo!

With NaNoWriMo starting, I’m going to be focused on writing The Servant Duchess Of Whitcomb (Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm 2-the sequel to Groom of Convenience from Dreamspinner Press). So I will be taking a break from being online except for updates.

Before I go, however, I did want to let everyone know of two things:

1) For the month of November I was supposed to do Create The Story Contest. I’m putting that on hold because I just can’t keep up with who is bidding what to the Elton John AIDS Foundation. I’ll start it up when I return.

2) My birthday is coming up! (November 16th! Woohoo!!) I know that some of my readers and author friends asked last year about sending me prezzies. So you can do 1 of 2 things this year. You can either send me candy corn. Yes. I said candy corn. I have an obsession (I need to join a Candy Corn Anonymous) or you can donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in either memory of my friend Justin, to honor my friend, Angel, who is currently fighting this horrible disease, or someone you know or many others who are living every day with this.

So there you have it.

Thanks everyone! See you all on the other side of NaNo! And to all my fellow NaNo-ites: GOOD LUCK!

Groom Of Convenience Giveaway Winner!

Congratulations Jen CW! You are the winner of the Grand Prize: A free Ebook copy of Groom of Convenience and the Limited Edition GoC Wedding Gift Bag!

Woohoo!

I have sent you an email with further instructions. Thank you to everyone who participated and who promoted GoC. You all ROCK!

Groom Of Convenience was #6 on the Romance > Science Fiction Bestseller List on Amazon, was on the Bestseller List on ARe, and is currently in the Top 10 Bestseller List on Dreamspinner Press! That’s because of all of you! And the reviews that you all send to me on FB, in my Yahoo group, etc.? Thank you so much. They mean so much. I’m glad you all think this is my best one yet. I’m determined to keep getting better.

I’ll be announcing the winner from the Rainbow Gold Reviews Giveaway on Monday.

Congratz again, Jen!

 

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Groom Of Convenience Reviewed At Rainbow Book Reviews!

I’m so excited that Groom Of Convenience was reviewed over at the Rainbow Book Reviews by Trish! Here’s what she had to say about the book:

“This is a totally fascinating story that had me hooked from the very beginning! At first, it seems to be just another historical romance set in 19th-century England, but nothing could be further from the truth….This compelling story is a sweeping saga set in a universe where sex and gender are a fluid concept, and if you want a satisfying historical romance with a twist to spend a lazy afternoon reading, then this book will more than fit the bill.”
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Excerpt (From Groom of Convenience):

“Here we are,” Rosemary announced, her voice louder than normal, with a false cheeriness to it. Lucien’s eyebrows rose at his mother’s behavior, and he stopped her in front of the closed doors, which once again let Lucien know something or someone was behind those doors that his parents didn’t want him to know about until they’d had a chance to explain it to him.

“Mother, what is going on?” Lucien asked her.
Rosemary looked at Lucien and shook her head. “Why, Luce, absolutely nothing. Why would you ask me something like that?”

Lucien was really concerned, as neither of his parents used his nickname. Ever. He said nothing to her, just staring, unmoving.
Rosemary removed her hand from Lucien’s elbow and raised it to the pearls hanging at her neck to play with them a moment. Lucien was very aware of that gesture; it meant Rosemary was nervous and trying to figure out just what to reveal. He waited expectantly, confident she would let him know what was going on before he had to face his maldy, but when Rosemary shook her head and squared her shoulders, Lucien knew his ploy of silence wouldn’t work this time.

“All you need to know, Lucien, is that everything we do, we do as your parents and because we love you,” Rosemary told him. She raised a hand to his cheek and stroked the skin gently, lovingly. “We were so happy when I gave birth to you and discovered you were a girl. We had been surprised by the pregnancy, as the doctors told me I was past my conceiving years, but you were a delightful surprise. We always wanted a son, and we were finally given one.” She dropped her hand from Lucien’s cheek and lifted it to her face to wipe away the tears that had gathered in her eyes. “We do this because we care about you and only want the best for you.”

Rosemary turned back to the double doors of the red rose room and pushed on the handles to open them. She grabbed the skirt of her morning gown in one hand and glided into the room. Lucien stood in shock for only a moment before he followed her.
“Close the doors, Son.” His maldy’s husky voice came from the direction of one of the chairs next to the fireplace.

Lucien nodded and, as he turned to close the doors, saw the Duke and Duchess of Cumbria sitting on the loveseat across from his maldy. He froze in shock for but a moment. Years of etiquette training wouldn’t allow him to just stand in front of the door, but he had never seen anyone in the red rose room who wasn’t family, and now here were two of the most prestigious peers of the realm, not only in their home but in their private family room. Lucien took a moment to compose himself. He smiled at both of them and bowed slightly before turning back to close the doors. After he released the handle, Lucien took a steadying breath and moved to face his parents.

“Well, have a seat, Lucien,” Annabelle directed him.

“Yes, Maldy,” Lucien answered automatically. His maldy was a stern woman. Lucien could only remember one instance where he had ever seen her be soft and loving, though he wasn’t supposed to have. He had woken up in the middle of the night when he was seven years old and had walked out of his room and down the family wing toward his parents’ room. He knew he was too old to actually sleep in the bed with them, but he had wanted comfort from a dreadful nightmare. Halfway down the hall, he’d stopped, frozen in place as he saw his mothers pressed together against the wall next to the bedchamber. They were dressed in evening attire, Rosemary in a gorgeous dress of blue velvet, one hand holding a white shawl, her black hair spilling down her back in a mass of curls. Annabelle was pressed close to Rosemary’s body, her thick blond hair pulled back into a harsh, unforgiving bun, her face pressed into the crook of Rosemary’s neck. Annabelle wore a slim dark green evening gown, embroidered in onyx gems under her small bust and around the hem.

As Lucien continued to watch them, he saw Rosemary lift her leg and circle it around Annabelle’s waist, while Annabelle dropped a hand beneath Rosemary’s skirts. Lucien’s eyes had widened, and he’d turned to leave, not in the least bit interested in watching his parents copulate in the middle of the corridor. It was something he only knew about because he’d overheard his sisters speak of it and because he’d sneaked into the servants’ quarters many times and seen the same thing occurring among the servants. Just as he started to turn away, he saw Annabelle lift the hand that had been pressed against the wall on the side of Rosemary’s head and tenderly stroke Rosemary’s cheek. She had leaned close and kissed Rosemary’s lips gently before lifting Rosemary’s leg higher. It was Rosemary’s gasp and harsh groan of Annabelle’s name that had spurred Lucien to turn and race down the hallway to his room.

 photo GroomofConvenience_headerbanner_zps1eecee1e.jpgSo while one part of him was happy to know his maldy had a gentle side, the self-preservation side of him tried not to remember how he knew that.
Lucien settled himself on the edge of the chaise next to the loveseat where the duke and duchess sat.

“I believe you know the duke and duchess?” Annabelle said, smiling thinly up at Rosemary, who stood and began pouring tea for all of them. Lucien crossed one leg over the other, balanced his teacup and saucer on his knee, and sat straight up—something else he’d learned how to do in his etiquette class—and nodded.

“Yes, Maldy. So nice to see you again, Your Graces,” Lucien said with a smile at two of the highest-ranking members of society. The Duke of Cumbria was a harsh-looking man. His skin had a healthy tan from spending a great deal of time outside, no doubt riding his horse or hunting, like most titled members of the gentry. It was a luxury Lucien wished he would have once he married, but one he believed he would have to go without once that occasion happened upon him.
The duke’s black hair was brushed back from his face and pulled into a queue at the back of his neck; gray had seeped into the dark strands and colored his temples. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of light gray, almost silver, his chin pointed, a dimple resting in the middle of it.
He had broad shoulders shrouded in a brown morning coat over a startling white dress shirt with a white cravat and a black vest. He wore black breeches, which could barely contain his large thighs, and black boots on his feet.

Next to him, the Duchess of Cumbria wore a morning gown of yellow that caused her pale skin to look sallow. Her red hair, cluttered with gray strands, was pulled back in a bun, tendrils escaping to curl around her rounded face.
Lucien admired the fact that the Duchess had not felt the need to buy a wig of blonde or black hair that would make her much more fashionable. She no doubt felt she didn’t have to, being a superior member of the gentry. Her bonnet rested on her lap, and Lucien wondered if perhaps she had just removed it moments before he’d entered. Where his mother Rosemary had foregone heels for slippers, the Duchess wore a beautiful pair of white heeled shoes with lace and embroidery over the front of them. Her eyes were a deep jade color, and she smiled brilliantly at Lucien when his eyes fell on her.

“And it is indeed a pleasure to see you again, young Lucien,” the Duchess, Jane, if Lucien remembered her Christian name correctly, said, her voice light and melodious.

“I am sure you are wondering why you were summoned to the family home when we did not have a scheduled meal,” Annabelle stated, and Lucien gave the Duchess a final smile before turning his attention to his maldy.

“The thought had crossed my mind, yes, Maldy,” Lucien admitted.

“Well, my dear, we have taken it upon ourselves to make a decision about your life that I am sure you will find not only agreeable but practically miraculous and fortuitous,” Annabelle stated with a pointed look.
That look Lucien knew quite well. Even if he didn’t find the decision “miraculous” or “fortuitous,” he was being ordered to pretend he did in front of the duke and duchess.

“Thank you, Maldy. I am sure that I will,” Lucien agreed. He wondered if he had been offered to be a companion to the Duchess. While it wasn’t at all a notion he would have chosen for himself, it was inherently better than what he thought he’d been summoned to the estate for.

“Your mother and I have decided to accept the suit offered by the Duke and Duchess of Cumbria,” Annabelle told him before calmly lifting her teacup to her lips and taking a sip.

“Suit?” Lucien questioned, looking back and forth between the two couples.

“Yes. You are to wed Heathcliff Eddington III, His Grace, the Duke of Pompinshire, Marquess of Manchester, Earl of Southerby, Viscount of Berkinstock, Baron of Hempstead, heir to the Dukedom of Cumbria, in six months’ time.”

 

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By: Vicktor Alexander

Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm, #1
M/M Erotic, Historical, Scifi, Fantasy, Transgender/Intersex Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: October 17, 2014

Length: Novel/290 pages

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Description:

In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.

Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.

After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.

About the Author:

Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.

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‘Not At GRL’ Celebration: #Guestpost by Vicktor Alexander with #Giveaway

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Today we are happy to welcome Vicktor Alexander to our blog. We had a wonderful ‘Not At GRL’ celebration last night and today we will continue with some great Guestposts and even more opportunities to win! Vicktor Alexander will offer 4!!! prizes (2 prizes for comments on this post and 2 rafflecopter prizes) in addition to a wonderful Guestpost, a deleted scene and an excerpt :) Enjoy!!!

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Why The Scandalous Whispers of The Remmington Realm?
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Thank you so much Rainbow Gold Reviews for having me and for doing this “Not At GRL” Event. I hope it becomes an annual thing. What a great idea!
WHEN I first got the idea for this book, I was beyond excited. You see, I am a member of the U.N. No, not the United Nations (though wouldn’t that be awesome), but of the Undercover Nerds. We’re not an official group…

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Freaky Friday: Groom of Convenience Release Week (IT’S OUT NOW!!!)

So it’s Freaky Friday! It’s also HAPPY HAPPY RELEASE DAY for me!

WOOHOO!!!!

Groom of Convenience (Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm) released today from Dreamspinner Press!

I am soooo excited! And the CAH-RAY-ZEE thing is that IT’S ALREADY A BESTSELLER ON ARe!!!! Oh my Godiva! You guys are too good to me! (Do you like my new saying? “Oh my Godiva” I’m thinking about putting them on some T-shirts or something, not sure if I can. I’ll have to look into that)

Since it is Freaky Friday I thought I’d share with you all a deleted scene from Groom of Convenience.

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1813

The air was muggy and the street was practically deserted as Lady Lucien Hawthorn alighted from his sister Charlotte’s borrowed carriage.

“Luce, you must promise me that you will be safe,” Charlotte whispered harshly.

Lucien looked over his shoulder, shoving the infernal fabric of gown his maldy had forced him to wear to the latest ball thrown by the Viscount and Viscountess of Bolton deep into the cushioned carriage seat. He gave Charlotte a reassuring smile and reached out to touch her gloved hand with his own. He loved that his sister was so concerned about him. To be sure, his reputation could in fact be severely damaged by his appearance at such a lecture, but how could he stay away? Jeremy Bentham was giving a lecture on the abolition of the slave trade and Lucien was determined to listen to it. Especially since Lucien had heard there were going to be men in attendance who could help him in his study of the Tswahili language.

“I give you my word, Char,” he said, using his nickname for her. “I will do my utmost to be ever on my guard. Protecting not only my reputation but my virtue from those who would see it come to ruin.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “I care not about your virtue, you ninny. Maldy and Mother have locked away your virginity in the safe at Hawthorn. I am only concerned about you, a gentle-bred young lady, only son of the Earl of Yorkshire, being seen at a lecture of intellectuals. They shall think that you are a bluestocking.”

Lucien snorted and leaned close to whisper into his sister’s ear. “That’s because I am.”

Charlotte laughed. “Oh! Go on then. Rourke and I shall be ’round to fetch you in exactly one hour, Lucien. Be sure to be ready. If you are not, I shall send my great big Tscottish husband inside to fetch you.”

Lucien shivered as he thought of his brother-in-law storming inside, red hair swirling around his shoulders, green eyes flashing, as he tossed Lucien over his shoulder and carried him out. It would completely shame Lucien, horrify the men in the room, and ruin his family’s name. He mentally shook his head. No, he would be ready.

“I assure you. I will be ready.”

With a nod and a final kiss to his sister’s cheek, Lucien ducked out of the carriage and hurried across the cobbled road to the barely lit townhouse where the lecture was being held. Opening the door as quietly as possible, he stood at the back of the room, not caring if he got a seat and listened with anticipation as Jeremy Bentham was introduced. He tried not to clap too enthusiastically, going for a more sedate applause, as the elder, white-haired gentleman approached the front of the room and began speaking. Lucien listened in awe wishing that he’d thought to bring his journal with him so that he could document Mr. Bentham’s powerful words.

A slight movement occurred in the corner and he turned his head and observed the sight of a long leg resting next to a cane, wide, blunt-tipped fingers wrapped around the handle. As his gaze continued to travel up the body attached to those legs all he saw was the back of the man’s head, thick, black hair that he, for some unexplainable reason, wanted to run his fingers through. Swallowing nervously, Lucien turned his attention back to the lecture and away from the tempting, unidentified, faceless, stranger.

“This offering to liberty ought to be determined by lot. Choice, under the pretext of honouring the most worthy, would be a source of cabals: it would cause more discontent and jealousy than happiness. The lot is impartial; it gives all an equal chance of happiness; it spreads the charm of hope among those whom it does not favour; and the dread of being deprived of this chance, on account of any crime committed, would be another bond to the fidelity of the slaves.”

Lucien wanted to applaud. He really did. But he did not. Instead he nodded just like the men in the room. He kept his head lowered, hoping they did not notice that he was a lady among them. Though there were other ladies among them, he did not have the same liberties they did. His maldy would skin him alive were she to find out that he had been consorting among philosophers, discussing slavery and abolition, even though she favored the latter and abhored the former.

When Mr. Bentham concluded his speech, Lucien clapped and made his way quickly to Lord Bryce Cullingham, Marquess of Balmouth, whom he knew was well-versed in Tswahili. They conversed for a moment on the language and Lucien accepted the notes the man had brought with him on the complicated vowels and consanants.

When the door to the townhouse slammed open, he groaned, already knowing who it was. Bloody hell. His time was up.

“Please excuse me, my lord. It seems that I have overstayed my welcome. I must go.” He executed a perfect curtsey. He ignored the gasps around him and hurried towards the hall just as Rourke roared his name.

“I am looking for me brother-in-law! He is the son of Lord York-” Rourke stopped when he saw Lucien appear in the hallway and grinned. He gestured out towards the street. “Ah, there ye are lass. Shall we go?”

Lucien nodded, his face flaming hot. He bowed his head and rushed towards the awaiting carriage.

“I shall send me man ’round to pay for the damage to your door, old chap. Sorry about the bother,” Rourke apologized behind him.

Lucien opened the carriage and scrambled in, sitting across from Charlotte, folding his arms across his chest. She smiled sweetly at him. The carriage rocked as Rourke climbed in beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Did you learn a great deal, Luce?” she asked.

Lucien glared at her and turned his head to stare out the side of the carriage as it pulled away. Rourke chuckled.

“I was,” he mumbled.

“Cheer up, Lucien. It wasn’t as bad as all that,” she said.

He snorted and refused to look at either of them. He knew he was pouting but he refused to care.

“But did you have a good time? That’s what is important,” Rourke asked cheekily.

Lucien turned to look at him, his mouth hanging open. He squeaked indignantly before bursting into laughter. Charlotte and Rourke joined him seconds later. He sat up and began to tell them all about the lecture, his hands gesturing excitedly.

He was animated as he told them everything, describing everyone in attendance.

Well almost everyone.

He kept the black-haired man holding the cane a secret, though he did not know why.
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“Here we are,” Rosemary announced, her voice louder than normal, with a false cheeriness to it. Lucien’s eyebrows rose at his mother’s behavior, and he stopped her in front of the closed doors, which once again let Lucien know something or someone was behind those doors that his parents didn’t want him to know about until they’d had a chance to explain it to him.

“Mother, what is going on?” Lucien asked her.
Rosemary looked at Lucien and shook her head. “Why, Luce, absolutely nothing. Why would you ask me something like that?”

Lucien was really concerned, as neither of his parents used his nickname. Ever. He said nothing to her, just staring, unmoving.
Rosemary removed her hand from Lucien’s elbow and raised it to the pearls hanging at her neck to play with them a moment. Lucien was very aware of that gesture; it meant Rosemary was nervous and trying to figure out just what to reveal. He waited expectantly, confident she would let him know what was going on before he had to face his maldy, but when Rosemary shook her head and squared her shoulders, Lucien knew his ploy of silence wouldn’t work this time.

“All you need to know, Lucien, is that everything we do, we do as your parents and because we love you,” Rosemary told him. She raised a hand to his cheek and stroked the skin gently, lovingly. “We were so happy when I gave birth to you and discovered you were a girl. We had been surprised by the pregnancy, as the doctors told me I was past my conceiving years, but you were a delightful surprise. We always wanted a son, and we were finally given one.” She dropped her hand from Lucien’s cheek and lifted it to her face to wipe away the tears that had gathered in her eyes. “We do this because we care about you and only want the best for you.”

Rosemary turned back to the double doors of the red rose room and pushed on the handles to open them. She grabbed the skirt of her morning gown in one hand and glided into the room. Lucien stood in shock for only a moment before he followed her.
“Close the doors, Son.” His maldy’s husky voice came from the direction of one of the chairs next to the fireplace.

Lucien nodded and, as he turned to close the doors, saw the Duke and Duchess of Cumbria sitting on the loveseat across from his maldy. He froze in shock for but a moment. Years of etiquette training wouldn’t allow him to just stand in front of the door, but he had never seen anyone in the red rose room who wasn’t family, and now here were two of the most prestigious peers of the realm, not only in their home but in their private family room. Lucien took a moment to compose himself. He smiled at both of them and bowed slightly before turning back to close the doors. After he released the handle, Lucien took a steadying breath and moved to face his parents.

“Well, have a seat, Lucien,” Annabelle directed him.

“Yes, Maldy,” Lucien answered automatically. His maldy was a stern woman. Lucien could only remember one instance where he had ever seen her be soft and loving, though he wasn’t supposed to have. He had woken up in the middle of the night when he was seven years old and had walked out of his room and down the family wing toward his parents’ room. He knew he was too old to actually sleep in the bed with them, but he had wanted comfort from a dreadful nightmare. Halfway down the hall, he’d stopped, frozen in place as he saw his mothers pressed together against the wall next to the bedchamber. They were dressed in evening attire, Rosemary in a gorgeous dress of blue velvet, one hand holding a white shawl, her black hair spilling down her back in a mass of curls. Annabelle was pressed close to Rosemary’s body, her thick blond hair pulled back into a harsh, unforgiving bun, her face pressed into the crook of Rosemary’s neck. Annabelle wore a slim dark green evening gown, embroidered in onyx gems under her small bust and around the hem.

As Lucien continued to watch them, he saw Rosemary lift her leg and circle it around Annabelle’s waist, while Annabelle dropped a hand beneath Rosemary’s skirts. Lucien’s eyes had widened, and he’d turned to leave, not in the least bit interested in watching his parents copulate in the middle of the corridor. It was something he only knew about because he’d overheard his sisters speak of it and because he’d sneaked into the servants’ quarters many times and seen the same thing occurring among the servants. Just as he started to turn away, he saw Annabelle lift the hand that had been pressed against the wall on the side of Rosemary’s head and tenderly stroke Rosemary’s cheek. She had leaned close and kissed Rosemary’s lips gently before lifting Rosemary’s leg higher. It was Rosemary’s gasp and harsh groan of Annabelle’s name that had spurred Lucien to turn and race down the hallway to his room.

So while one part of him was happy to know his maldy had a gentle side, the self-preservation side of him tried not to remember how he knew that.
Lucien settled himself on the edge of the chaise next to the loveseat where the duke and duchess sat.

“I believe you know the duke and duchess?” Annabelle said, smiling thinly up at Rosemary, who stood and began pouring tea for all of them. Lucien crossed one leg over the other, balanced his teacup and saucer on his knee, and sat straight up—something else he’d learned how to do in his etiquette class—and nodded.

“Yes, Maldy. So nice to see you again, Your Graces,” Lucien said with a smile at two of the highest-ranking members of society. The Duke of Cumbria was a harsh-looking man. His skin had a healthy tan from spending a great deal of time outside, no doubt riding his horse or hunting, like most titled members of the gentry. It was a luxury Lucien wished he would have once he married, but one he believed he would have to go without once that occasion happened upon him.
The duke’s black hair was brushed back from his face and pulled into a queue at the back of his neck; gray had seeped into the dark strands and colored his temples. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of light gray, almost silver, his chin pointed, a dimple resting in the middle of it.
He had broad shoulders shrouded in a brown morning coat over a startling white dress shirt with a white cravat and a black vest. He wore black breeches, which could barely contain his large thighs, and black boots on his feet.

Next to him, the Duchess of Cumbria wore a morning gown of yellow that caused her pale skin to look sallow. Her red hair, cluttered with gray strands, was pulled back in a bun, tendrils escaping to curl around her rounded face.
Lucien admired the fact that the Duchess had not felt the need to buy a wig of blonde or black hair that would make her much more fashionable. She no doubt felt she didn’t have to, being a superior member of the gentry. Her bonnet rested on her lap, and Lucien wondered if perhaps she had just removed it moments before he’d entered. Where his mother Rosemary had foregone heels for slippers, the Duchess wore a beautiful pair of white heeled shoes with lace and embroidery over the front of them. Her eyes were a deep jade color, and she smiled brilliantly at Lucien when his eyes fell on her.

“And it is indeed a pleasure to see you again, young Lucien,” the Duchess, Jane, if Lucien remembered her Christian name correctly, said, her voice light and melodious.

“I am sure you are wondering why you were summoned to the family home when we did not have a scheduled meal,” Annabelle stated, and Lucien gave the Duchess a final smile before turning his attention to his maldy.

“The thought had crossed my mind, yes, Maldy,” Lucien admitted.

“Well, my dear, we have taken it upon ourselves to make a decision about your life that I am sure you will find not only agreeable but practically miraculous and fortuitous,” Annabelle stated with a pointed look.
That look Lucien knew quite well. Even if he didn’t find the decision “miraculous” or “fortuitous,” he was being ordered to pretend he did in front of the duke and duchess.

“Thank you, Maldy. I am sure that I will,” Lucien agreed. He wondered if he had been offered to be a companion to the Duchess. While it wasn’t at all a notion he would have chosen for himself, it was inherently better than what he thought he’d been summoned to the estate for.

“Your mother and I have decided to accept the suit offered by the Duke and Duchess of Cumbria,” Annabelle told him before calmly lifting her teacup to her lips and taking a sip.

“Suit?” Lucien questioned, looking back and forth between the two couples.

“Yes. You are to wed Heathcliff Eddington III, His Grace, the Duke of Pompinshire, Marquess of Manchester, Earl of Southerby, Viscount of Berkinstock, Baron of Hempstead, heir to the Dukedom of Cumbria, in six months’ time.”

 

 photo GroomofConvenience_postcard_front_DSP_zps01e970c7.jpgGroom of Convenience

By: Vicktor Alexander

Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm, #1
M/M Erotic, Historical, Scifi, Fantasy, Transgender/Intersex Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: October 17, 2014

Length: Novel/290 pages



Order:
Dreamspinner ebook| Dreamspinner paperback| ARe| Amazon

Add to: Goodreads

Description:

In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.

Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.

After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.

 

About the Author:

Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.

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Excerpt:



HEATHCLIFF ROBERT Eddington III was livid. No, he was beyond livid. He was enraged. After picking up a vase from the stand it rested on, he hurled it across the room and watched with satisfaction when it exploded into pieces. His father’s words, written emotionlessly across the piece of parchment paper that Heathcliff—called Heath by his friends, few as they might be, and “Pompinshire” by everyone else—was clutched, completely crumpled, in his hand. He didn’t need to look at the letter again to know what it said. The words were engraved on his brain, his father’s tightly scrawled handwriting echoing in his mind.

Heathcliff,

Per our agreement, your mother and I have made a splendid union for you. You will wed Lady Lucien Hawthorn six months hence at St. George’s Cathedral. The engagement announcement will go in The Times on the morn’ of the 15th. You will present yourself to the Yorkshire Estate for a dinner on the evening of the 16th, at which time you will begin to get to know your future husband. On the 19th you will accompany me to the Yorkshire Estate to negotiate the marriage contract, and on the night of the 20th there will be an engagement ball, which you will attend. Your mother has made sure to include a schedule of balls, dinners, operas, plays, and musicales to which you would be wise to invite your betrothed. The young lady is eight and ten years of age, so it will be your duty to lead him in your relationship. And do not act poorly, for your reputation is now tied to his, and while yours is one filled with debauchery and stains, his is one of pristine innocence and upstanding character.

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Cumbria

Letting out a growl, Heath picked up the vase stand and heaved it into the wall as well, watching with grim satisfaction as it not only splintered but left a gaping hole upon impact. He turned his head at the hesitant knock at the door to his study, and, raking his fingers through the thick black strands of his hair, mussing his queue, Heath marched to the door and wrenched it open.

“What?” he growled out into the face of his butler, Annise.

“Your Grace? Are you quite all right?” she asked him.

Whereas the other servants had no doubt raced away in terror, Annise had been with Heath since he was a young boy and understood his temperament. She was a man of upstanding character and was the soul of discretion, never remarking on the number of males who trooped in and out of his bedchamber on an almost daily basis. She merely gathered their coats and escorted them out. Even the number of times Heath had stumbled into his large town house completely foxed had not deterred the older man. She had merely helped him into his bedchamber and woken his valet, Thomas, to make sure he helped change and ready Heath for bed.

Heath was not at all surprised to find Annise standing on the other side of his door inquiring about his well-being. What did surprise him was the fact that Annise stood there holding an ice pick and looking for all the world as if she were prepared to fight someone. The sight so shocked him that Heath was immediately stunned out of his anger, and he chuckled.

“Are you looking to kill me, Annise?” Heath asked her.

“No, Your Grace, but it sounded as if there was a brawl going on within your study, and I just wanted to be sure—” Annise hesitated for a moment. “—that you were all right.”

Heath laughed again. “You mean you wanted to make sure I had not killed someone who you would have to try to explain to the constable, correct?”

Annise blushed before straightening her shoulders. “I would do it, should I need to, Your Grace,” she told him staunchly.

Heath reached out to grip her shoulder. “I know you would, Annise. You are a good man, but it is not needed. I was just venting my frustration over my father’s actions,” he admitted, turning to look at his study and wincing at the destruction.

“Again?” Annise asked as she stepped into the study past Heath. He followed her into the room and shook his head. He didn’t understand why he not only still allowed his father to rouse his emotions to such heights but also to still dictate his life. While Heath was the only one of his parents’ children to survive infancy and was the heir to his father’s dukedom, Heath had become a duke in his own right when his grandfather, his mother’s father, had died the year before with no heirs besides Heath, since his mother’s sibling had no offspring.

Perhaps it was a matter of familial honor and tradition. Or perhaps it was his mother. Whenever he got it into his head to tell his father to go to the devil, he would see her sweet face looking at him beseechingly, begging without words for him to hold his tongue. And Heath always did, to the point where he found himself absently agreeing to most anything his father suggested just to get the old blowhard to go away.

Which was how he found himself engaged to some young cherry who didn’t know anything about the world, how to please a man, or even the more innocent of relations between two persons.

Heath had gone to visit his parents for their weekly Sunday brunch, enjoyed after spending the morning in church, when he’d been confronted by his father about his need to get married.

“Heathcliff, you are eight and thirty. It is high time you took for yourself a wife. Male or female, it does not matter, but you need one who will provide you with heirs and will not be too clingy as to make your life miserable. You have duties, and the men in the House of Commons do not tend to trust those who have no one depending on them for their well-being,” his father stated exasperatedly.

Heath had shrugged and teased, “Well, Father, since you have such a firm definition of what type of woman I need to marry, why don’t you find the male for me and make it happen?”

The table had grown silent; not even the clink of silverware on the fine china dishes could be heard. Heath had stared his father in the eye while lifting his glass of wine to his lips, then took a sip. He had been startled when his father had clapped his hands and said, “Well done, Son. I am glad you are finally seeing things my way.” He hadn’t expanded upon that statement, and Heath had to admit he had forgotten about the conversation entirely.

Until now.

“Yes, again,” Heath retorted as he walked to his Chesterfield sofa and fell onto it in quite a dramatic fashion.

Annise chuckled and began to straighten the room around him while Heath groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. He knew he was exaggerating things to a certain extent, and that as a man, he was to display no emotion beyond pride, confidence, and arrogance, but he was in his own home, and no one was there to see his very “unmanly” display but her.

“I am sure things are not as bad as you think they are, Your Grace,” Annise said before tsking when she noticed the hole in the wall and the shattered pieces of furniture and vases on the floor. “I’ll have to get a few of the maids in here,” she muttered, and Heath winced.

“I am sincerely apologetic about the mess in here, Annise, but I assure you, this time my father has gone too far,” Heath apologized. “He has seen fit to marry me off to some young chit of only eight and ten! Lady Lucien Hawthorn. Why, I’ve never even heard of him.”

 photo GroomofConvenience_postcard_front_DSP_zps01e970c7.jpgGroom of Convenience

By: Vicktor Alexander

Scandalous Whispers of the Remmington Realm, #1

M/M Erotic, Historical, Scifi, Fantasy, Transgender/Intersex Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: October 17, 2014

Length: Novel/290 pages

Order:

Dreamspinner ebook| Dreamspinner paperback| ARe| Amazon

Add to: Goodreads

Description:

In an alternate universe, in the country of Angland, 1814, the gentry live lives of culture and class. It is a time of courtships, marriages of convenience, and titles, where scandal can ruin an entire family. Gender lines are blurred, and making a good match is of utmost importance. Children are born to men and women, which has led to the acceptance of same-sex marriages.

Lady Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is shocked and angry when he is betrothed against his will to Lord Heathcliff Eddington, III, the Duke of Pompinshire. While drowning his frustration at a popular gentleman’s club, he meets “Robert,” a gorgeous older man whom he sleeps with as “Timmy,” regardless of the potential damage to his reputation.

After their liaison, Lucien corresponds with Robert via letters left at Remmington, and they decide to elope. Before they can get away, Lucien meets his betrothed, Heathcliff, who he is surprised to discover is also his beloved, Robert. Both men desire a marriage of the heart, but they find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love under the right circumstances. But Lucien has a secret, and Tlondon isn’t as safe as they once thought.

About the Author:

Vicktor “Vic” Alexander wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds) because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also breathes history and science fiction and grew up a Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing he loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters one of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by videos of John Barrowman, Scott Hoying, and Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He knows that he will be still be writing about hot men falling in love with each other, long after he is living in an assisted living facility, flirting with the hot, male nurses.

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