Cover Reveal: M/M ~ Lovers Entwined by Lillian Francis ~ (Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)
Lillian Francis reveals the beautiful cover art of her upcoming book titled LOVERS ENTWINED.
It releases on August 03, 2015.
Ewan Matthews is one of Boston’s leading genealogy experts. When a would-be bridegroom comes looking for confirmation that there are no skeletons in his ancestral closet, Ewan considers turning the job down. Trey Capell is a jerk of the highest order and yet Ewan experiences an infuriating attraction that’s easy to justify. Trey’s exactly his type—a carbon copy of the man Ewan’s been looking for his entire life.
Harder to explain is the sense of recognition that leaves Ewan speechless the moment Trey steps into his office. Or the stomach-churning sensation at the thought of casting the job aside.
Trey gets more appealing by the day, leaving Ewan struggling with forbidden desire for his client. Desire not helped by strange voyeuristic dreams that have started to haunt his sleep. Dreams that appear to be an echo of the past.
Cover Art by Meredith Russell
“Why only five minutes?” Did Trey sound disappointed?
“‘Cos I’m knackered and I want to go home.” Ewan flicked his gaze up to the dark slick of hair, straight and pushed back from Trey’s forehead, and tried not to wrinkle his nose in distaste. All the life and colour was gone from the normally wayward, but temporarily tamed tresses. To deflect from his aversion to the hairstyle, he indicated the high-fashion shirt Trey was wearing. “Anyway, it looks as if you’ve got somewhere to be yourself.”
“Dinner and drinks at the polo club.” Trey glanced down at himself. “D’ya like it?”
“Not really to my taste,” Ewan said as diplomatically as he could muster. In his opinion, it was hideous and did nothing to define Trey’s wide chest or highlight his narrower waist. “I veer from traditional to scruffy casual with little space for anything in between.”
When Trey’s smile dimmed a little, Ewan added, “As long as you like it.”
“Yeah.” Trey plucked at one of the oddly shaped buttons, and left Ewan with no idea if Trey liked the shirt or not.
“I don’t have to meet the others until eight.”
Ewan resisted the urge to state that this gave Trey enough time to go home and change his shirt. It appeared Trey-baiting had quickly lost its appeal, or at the very least, left a nasty aftertaste.
“Honestly, I’m ready for a shower and then bed.”
“I can be all yours for the next hour and a half.” There was nothing suggestive in Trey’s tone, but that sentence following the word bed created interesting and unwanted scenarios in Ewan’s imagination. And surely the flash of something in Trey’s eyes had been the desk lamp reflecting in the pale blue irises, not a flicker of interest.
“Come on. You can’t be that tired.” Trey followed this up with a pout, which should have annoyed the hell out of Ewan, but worryingly, he found kind of endearing.
“An hour.” Ewan gave up against the charm offensive that Trey appeared to be bombarding him with—God he must be tired if he was succumbing that easily to Trey’s allure. “I’m looking into Tristan’s father. You could help me with that.”
The vague dream connection to the eighteenth century would be too difficult to justify. He could continue with that line of inquiry tomorrow, when he was alone.He had yet to tell Trey about the first two dreams. He certainly wasn’t going to start with one where he’d woken with the tang of gunpowder in his nostrils and a sense of despair in his heart.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lillian Francis. Author of gay romance. Happy Endings guaranteed. Eventually.
An avid reader, Lillian Francis was always determined she wanted to write, but a “proper” job and raising a family distracted her for over a decade. Over the years and thanks to the charms of the internet, Lillian realized she’d been writing at least one of her characters in the wrong gender. Ever since, she’s been happily letting her “boys” run her writing life.
Lillian now divides her time between family, a job and the numerous men in her head all clamouring for their stories to be told.
Lillian lives in an imposing castle on a wind-swept desolate moor or in an elaborate ‘shack’ on the edge of a beach somewhere depending on her mood, with the heroes of her stories either chained up in the dungeon or wandering the shack serving drinks in nothing but skimpy barista aprons.
In reality, she would love to own a camper van and to live by the sea.
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