Today on Love Bytes, with her blog tour, we have Victoria Sue, author of The Innocent Auction.

Welcome, Victoria!

Author Name: Victoria Sue

Book Name: The Innocent Auction

Release Date: December 28, 2015

Pages or Words: 61,000 words

Publisher: Victoria Sue

Cover Artist: Drawn2Designs

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Blurb:

London 1810.

Their love was a death sentence.

Deacon, Viscount Carlisle, was aware of the slums and gin-lanes of London. Just as he was aware of the underground traffic that furnished the brothels and bath houses with human innocents. He was also aware that the so-called justice system would hang the accused without much of an attempt at a defense, unless the unfortunate had deep pockets to pay for it.

He just hadn’t expected to be directly involved in any of it.
It started with a plea for help and ended with forbidden love, the love between a Viscount and a stable-boy. An impossible love and a guarantee of the hangman’s noose.

Will Deacon fight for Tom? Will he risk the death sentence and take that fight from the stately halls of his English mansion to the horrors of Newgate Prison and the slums of London?

Or will he realize that if he doesn’t, death will be a welcome end to the loneliness of the sentence he is already living?

Categories: Historical, M/M Romance

 

Today I’m very happy to be interviewing Victoria Sue author of The Innocent Auction. Hi, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.

Hi – I’m a legal alien. (I love that term, and use it to wake people up!) No, no short green legs – but I moved to Florida five years ago with my family from England. I started writing just under two years ago.

The Innocent Auction is set in England in 1810. A time where social class rules were absolute, Wellington was fighting Napoleon, and homosexuality was a hanging offence.

Do you have pictures that you use for your characters? Can you share them with us?

I would love to share my picture but I don’t want you to get into trouble with copyright laws. The BBC did an adaptation of Jane Eyre’s Pride and Prejudice in 1995 starring Colin Firth as Darcy. That’s my Deacon. Every time I think of Deacon, I think of Colin Firth. There’s a particular scene where he gets out of the lake he’s been swimming in, dripping wet….

What kind of book would you like to write that people would see as a huge departure for you?

I’ve actually been asked by a friend to write his autobiography. He was an assistant to, for example, Leonard Bernstein in West Side Story, and has stories that are utterly incredible, and stories that are likely to get one of us into trouble. He worked on many other Broadway shows, and I have seen the photos and the letters he has from many famous artists. I honestly don’t know if it will get written.

Have you ever killed a character? Was it traumatic for you? If you haven’t killed one, would you ever consider it?

I actually have. I killed one of my main characters in the second Sirius Wolves book, and I got a lot of complaints about it. I will just say this – without trying to give the plot away – read the third book! Trust me, and read the third book!! The actions in the second book always had to happen for the third.

Someone else dies in another of my books – I’m not saying which one – but it wasn’t one of the guys that are in love with each other. I’m going to put a new tag line on future books. “No characters were killed in the writing of this love story.”

Favorite location you’ve ever written about?

Got to be this one. It’s not the main location, and is only featured in two chapters, but London’s Newgate prison was, I think, the original “Hell on Earth.” This book to an incredible amount of research. I wanted to stay true to the time period.

How important is a Happy Ever After in your books?

I couldn’t imagine a love story without one. I would like your readers to know why I wrote The Innocent Auction, and why it’s not a sweet romance. All countries have periods of time that are glossed over. When you think of Regency Romance you think of balls, dressing up, drinking tea, possibly duels fought by handsome men in top hats and tail coats.

It wasn’t like that. A tiny part of society had wealth. The majority lived in poverty with the only laws of the land to protect those that could pay for them.

Social class rules were absolute. A Lord and a stable boy could never even be friends, never mind a loving couple.

The challenge was to make that happen. I am immensely proud of the happy ever after in this book. It fits the time period. It’s real. It gives a warm squishy feeling that everyone needs. At least, I think so. I would love to know what your readers think.

 

Tom was stunning in the candlelight. The servant’s clothes he wore were a hundred times softer than the rough shirt he had taken off him in the stables. Tom’s skin was just as soft, though, the muscles just as firm, and the reaction to Deacon’s touch just as thrilling.

He heard the small moan from Tom’s lips as he pulled the shirt from his trousers, his fingers touching the skin on his abdomen. Tom lifted his arms above his head in silent invitation, and Deacon’s cock swelled in eagerness. Tom let his arms fall as the shirt was thrown aside, and Deacon hurriedly unbuttoned his trousers, as Tom’s fingers went to work on Deacon’s.

Neither of them said a word. It wasn’t just fear that they would be heard, but more an affirmation that while ever they didn’t speak, they were equals, lovers. The sensation of Tom’s teeth as he grazed his collarbone was perfect. Something to be celebrated, not reviled. Surely something that made him feel so complete could never be a sin? For in that one moment, Deacon didn’t have to pretend anymore and he was content.

In moments, Tom had him undressed. “Stay still.”

Deacon groaned as the order went straight to his cock.

Tom’s calloused fingers swept over his shoulders and down his chest. Tom’s nails dug in around his nipples, and Deacon swayed towards him with every pull as if there were invisible strings attached. Tom bent his head, his warm lips drugging Deacon’s movements till they stilled. How could his skin vibrate as if alive, yet his body remain immovable as if cast in stone?

When Tom knelt in front of him, Deacon gasped. “You—” can’t? That was ridiculous, and Deacon bit the words off before they were uttered. His breaths came out in hurried gasps when Tom looked up, blue eyes on fire almost as they smoldered with heat.

Deacon almost couldn’t breathe as Tom wrapped his lips around his cock. His knees wobbled, inspiring Tom to bring two strong hands around to clasp his buttocks, pulling him nearer and making Tom almost seem to swallow him.

Almost immediately, Deacon felt the tingles in his spine. He had to hang on, and he threaded his fingers through Tom’s hair, desperate for some anchor before he exploded. Thrice. He’d had this done three times by whores, but never had he wished to think of something else while it was being done. Tom had his full attention.

“Oh.” Deacon pressed his lips together hard as Tom’s teeth scraped back and his tongue followed the fold on his foreskin, pushing it back slowly. He could nearly feel the come rush from his balls at the same speed as the blood pounding through his veins. Tom must have sensed this, because when Deacon’s back arched, he intensified the suction nearly to the point of pain, his fingers digging in Deacon’s buttocks to keep him close. That sinful tongue and commanding mouth wringing Deacon’s orgasm from him.

Deacon gasped. Eyes blinded by momentous pressure that rose in him and threatened to take over his body. He heard a small satisfied sound from the man on his knees and that was it, the catalyst that sent him over the edge. Deacon shot his pleasure into the warm mouth compelling it thus, and flung his head back, mouth open in a silent cry, his legs supported only by Tom’s hands.

Deacon’s cock jerked a final time just as Tom swallowed around it and let it drop from his lips. His eyes still closed, he felt the pressure from Tom’s hand pushing him backwards towards the bed. One more step, and Deacon hit the bed with the back of his knees, which folded, ably helped by the push of Tom’s hand. Deacon felt the bed dip and a cautious tongue lick at the side of his throat until he moved his head to the side to give the man better access. He vaguely heard a chuckle, and answered it with a tilt of his lips. He had neither the command of his body nor the presence of mind to do any other.

He just needed a minute. Then he would explore the gorgeous body laid beside him and return the favor. Just one minute.

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Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids’ adventure stories, she would go raid her mom’s. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.

She especially loves writing gay romance because as far as she’s concerned the only thing better than one hot guy, is two of them.

Where to find the author:

www.victoriasue.com

Twitter: @vickysuewrites

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Tour Dates & Stops:

25-Jan Jessie G. Books, Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents, MM Good Book Reviews, Let’s Get Ready To Romance, Louise Lyons

26-Jan Boy Meets Boy Reviews, Elaine White, Kirsty Loves Books, Caraway Carter, BFD Book Blog

27-Jan Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words, Happily Ever Chapter, Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings, Book Lovers 4Ever

28-Jan Inked Rainbow Reads, Alpha Book Club, Love Bytes

29-Jan Because Two Men Are Better Than One, Molly Lolly, Bayou Book Junkie, Velvet Panic, Cheekypee Reads and Reviews

 

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