NEW RELEASE: WHEN THE BAND CAME TO TO TOWN BY H. LEWIS-FOSTER

Blurb:

In the swinging Sixties, life gets rockin’ for Jeff McInnery when a new band plays at the local pub. Caught up in lead singer Danny Speed’s cool, Jeff sneaks a kiss. But being found out as homosexual could stop Danny’s hot career fast, and even land him in jail. With harsh words, Danny leaves to head for fame and fortune while Jeff starts university. On campus, Jeff meets Archie Ballatine, a history student living as openly as possible. It’s an exciting new world of sex and friendship for Jeff, but then the band comes back to town.

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COMING SOON: WHEN THE BAND CAME TO TOWN BY H. LEWIS-FOSTER

Blurb:

In the swinging Sixties, life gets rockin’ for Jeff McInnery when a new band plays at the local pub. Caught up in lead singer Danny Speed’s cool, Jeff sneaks a kiss. But being found out as homosexual could stop Danny’s hot career fast, and even land him in jail. With harsh words, Danny leaves to head for fame and fortune while Jeff starts university. On campus, Jeff meets Archie Ballatine, a history student living as openly as possible. It’s an exciting new world of sex and friendship for Jeff, but then the band comes back to town.

Available for pre-order now at Dreamspinner

Giveaway: A Valet’s Duty from H. Lewis-Foster

H Lewis-Foster has a passion for period drama. She’s offering a copy of her story, A Valet’s Duty if you leave a comment with your favourite period drama – book, film or TV?’ The giveaway closes on 3rd December at midday GMT.

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It doesn’t seem like five minutes since I was here talking about my cricket novel Burning Ashes, and now here I am again for the release of my Edwardian romance A Valet’s Duty.

As some of you may know, I’m a bit of a fan of Downton Abbey, so it was pretty much inevitable that I would write a story set at that time. I’ve always enjoyed books and dramas set at the start of the twentieth century. I loved Anthony Andrews as Sebastian Flyte in the television adaptation of Brideshead Revisited. The wistful, rose-tinted picture of Oxford’s dreaming spires melted my sulky teenage heart, and the unspoken love between the two main characters no doubt ignited my passion for gay romance.

I adored the similarly idyllic Merchant Ivory films, too, with Maurice being a particular favourite. I also have a soft spot for the slightly darker, more melancholy Another Country, starring the fabulous Rupert Everett (and a young Colin Firth, of course).

I loved the wonderfully lyrical books these dramas were based on, too. I recently read Wendy Moffat’s fascinating biography of Maurice author, EM Forster. While he led an active, if secretive, life as a gay man, I found it unbearably sad that he apparently gave up writing fiction at an early age because he dared not write openly about love between men. I count myself so lucky that I grew up at a time when I could read and watch beautiful stories of gay love, and am now able to write them too.

So I wanted to bring both the elegance of the Edwardian era and the hidden nature of gay love at that time to A Valet’s Duty. The main character of the story is Henry, the eponymous valet, who moves to Taverslow, the Earl of Wayshaw’s Somerset home. He leaves behind a life in London, where he has an enjoyable if clandestine sex life with domestic staff from other grand houses. Out in the countryside, Henry finds himself in the midst of a sexual drought, as does Rafe, his employer’s younger brother, who is visiting from his villa in Italy.

Their relationship quickly progresses from professional to sexual, but right from the start, Henry finds Rafe to be far more than simply his social superior. There’s a warmth and sincerity to Rafe which Henry hasn’t seen in other gentlemen, and that is where his problems begin. When the line between employer and servant blurs, emotional drama is bound to ensue.

I hope you enjoy meeting Henry and Rafe, and maybe it might just fill the gap if you’re missing Downton Abbey!

A Valet’s Duty by H. Lewis-Foster

Blurb

At the turn of the twentieth century, Henry Simpkins is a valet at Taverslow, the Earl of Wayshaw’s Somerset home. When the Earl’s younger brother, Rafe, arrives from his villa in Italy, Henry is given the task of caring for his mischievous dogs, Pepe and Paolo. As part of his valet’s duties, he also goes to Rafe’s room each night to tidy away his clothes.

One night, Rafe tentatively asks Henry if he would go beyond his valet’s duty to relieve his sexual tensions. Henry enjoys their increasingly intimate encounters, but he’s soon disturbed to find he feels more for Rafe than mere physical attraction. Henry faces a difficult decision. Can he bear to remain in the same house as Rafe if his affections are not returned?

Excerpt

Henry followed Fenton through the house, its walls festooned with paintings and gilt-framed mirrors. He recalled his previous place of employment, which couldn’t have been more different. Wareham Mews had been the London abode of the Berringtons, whose family wealth had been acquired in the publishing industry. They were pleasant enough and terribly modern—they’d installed electricity in every room—but Henry didn’t share their taste in interior design. They’d taken a liking for a Mr Mackintosh from Glasgow, and while his finely carved chairs were undoubtedly stylish, they looked bloody uncomfortable.

Even so, Henry couldn’t deny he’d had some fun at Wareham Mews. The Berringtons threw fabulous parties, where women dared to bare their ankles and sometimes a lot more, as they danced to the latest American music. They even hired a ragtime band one night. When Henry had finally been dismissed, he found some entertainment of his own with the valet of one of the visiting guests. He’d thanked heaven for the relatively small staff of a London residence, as it meant he had a room of his own tucked away in a tiny roof turret. As the music continued several

floors below—the party lasted into the early hours—Henry took full advantage. The bed springs had squeaked like they were about to give way and his companion cried out in such ecstasy when he came, Henry was afraid there would soon be a knock on the door to find out what was he was up to.

It had been one hell of a night, but shortly after Henry heard the Earl of Wayshaw required a new valet for his Somerset home. Henry loved living in London with all

its madness and bustle, and his friends working in houses only a stone’s throw away, but Henry was rapidly approaching the age of thirty. He needed to move to a larger, more established house if he wanted to advance his career.

And so Henry found himself standing in Taverslow’s drawing room, with its ornate ceiling and sumptuous crimson furniture. Noticing a low rumbling sound, he looked around to trace its source. Two pairs of glimmering brown eyes stared up at him.

“These are your wards, Mr Simpkins.” There was no doubting the smirk on Fenton’s face this time. “Pepe and Paolo.”

“Pepe and Paolo?” Henry tried, in vain, not to laugh. “But they’re Yorkshire Terriers.”

“That they may be, but Mr Rafe spends a lot of time in Italy, hence the rather exotic names.” Fenton dropped two leather dog leads into Henry’s hand. “Just walk them,

feed them, and don’t let them run off, and everyone will be happy.”

A Valet’s Duty is available to buy at: https://spsilverpublishing.com/a-valets-duty-ebook-p-60427.html

Author Bio

H. Lewis-Foster has worked with books, in one form or another, since leaving university. As a keen reader of gay fiction, she decided to try writing herself, and is now the proud author of several short stories and a debut novel.

H. has lived in various parts of the UK and has recently moved to the north of England, where she’s enjoying city life, especially the theatres and cinemas. She tries not to watch too much television, but is a big fan of Downton Abbey, and while she’s writing, she loves listening to Test Match Special (where they spend far more time talking about cakes than cricket!)

Links

Website:

http://hlewisfoster.wix.com/books

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/HLewisFoster

Release Day Fever: Burning Ashes by H. Lewis-Foster

I am incredibly excited about the release of my debut novel Burning Ashes. It’s been a long journey for Nat and Scott to finally reach the printed page. They began as a quietly curious ‘What if…?’  one sunny day a few years ago, as I sat with hundreds of cricket fans in Regent’s Park, watching the final match of the Ashes series on a giant screen. I love watching cricket when I get the chance, especially if I’m in London. I’ve even queued all the way round St John’s Wood to get a ticket for a match at Lord’s—but it was a fantastic match, so it was worth it!

At its best, cricket is a sublime concoction of elegance, patience and pure aggression that is hard to find in any other sport. And of course, the men who play at the highest level embody all of these qualities. While I won’t pretend every professional player is some kind of Adonis, there is something undeniably sexy about a man in cricket whites. (I’m afraid the multi-coloured one-day strips just aren’t my thing!) Perhaps it’s down to the fact that very little bare flesh is on show. The all-covering modesty of their white shirts and trousers lets the imagination run wild, and picturing the perfectly toned muscles beneath adds a whole new dimension to the game.

So back to my ‘What if…?’ on that wonderful summer’s day, as the bowlers thundered across the turf and the batsmen smashed the ball to the boundary; young men in their physical prime, giving their all to beat the old enemy. But what if those talented, powerful limbs were used for a quite different purpose? What if that intense rivalry were flipped on its head and turned into an equally intense love? Now there was a story I wanted to tell.

The characters of Nat, the supremely confident, openly gay Australian bowler and Scott, the inexperienced and utterly endearing England batsman, took shape pretty quickly. They are completely different characters, both in looks and personality, but the connection between them is immediate and I wanted to explore their story from the very beginning—from the moment their eyes meet across a cricket pitch.

Their tentative affair begins with a cold, wet week in the Lake District. (Apologies to those of you in that beautiful part of the country. I know you have some fabulous weather too!). And from the start, Nat and Scott know there are so many reasons why a relationship should be out of the question—the reactions of their teammates, the public and the media—and these pale into insignificance compared to the time they would spend apart each year. But the attraction they feel is unstoppable, and so begins a deeply romantic story of fun and passionate stolen weekends, heartbreaking months of separation and a determination to do whatever it takes to be together.

I absolutely love these characters and I hope that you will too. And if you’ve never seen a cricket match, or didn’t think it was your cup of tea, perhaps Burning Ashes might change your mind. The Ashes tour of Australia is only a few weeks away, so you’ll soon get your chance to see the real thing.

   Burning Ashes

Blurb

Intelligent and confident, Australian cricketer Nat Seddon is one of the world’s best bowlers. He’s openly gay, but keeps his private life to himself, with everything under control. But on the last day of his team’s Ashes tour of England, he meets Scott Alverley, England’s promising new batsman. Nat tries not to be attracted to Scott, but he can’t help finding the privileged young man handsome and endearing. Nat is tempted by a little end of tour fun, but finds himself playing agony uncle to a virgin. Instead of going home to bask on a beach, he spends a wet week in the north of England with Scott. Try as he might to resist, he can’t help falling hopelessly in love.

The hectic sporting calendar is a persistent obstacle to their growing romance; Nat and Scott are rarely even on the same continent. They make the most of the time when they can be together, but the months apart take a toll on Scott, professionally and personally. The possible solutions are nearly unthinkable, but if they are willing to make sacrifices that will change their lives forever, they might hold on to the love they found in the Ashes.

 

Author Bio

H. Lewis-Foster has worked with books, in one form or another, since leaving university. As a keen reader of gay fiction, she decided to try writing herself, and is now the proud author of several short stories and a debut novel.

 

H. has lived in various parts of the UK and has recently moved to the north of England, where she’s enjoying city life, especially the theatres and cinemas. She tries not to watch too much television, but is a big fan of Downton Abbey, and while she’s writing, she loves listening to Test Match Special (where they spend far more time talking about cakes than cricket!)

Links

Website:

http://hlewisfoster.wix.com/books

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/HLewisFoster