Thursday, September 15, 2016

Author Of The Month - Brandon Witt - Week Three

Welcome to our third week of celebrating the amazing and talented 

In today's post, we'll talk about The Imperfection Of Swans and Under A Sky Of Ash, plus take a look at the personal story Brandon has chosen to share. Of course, all the way down will be another chance to win!!

First up, The Imperfection Of Swans 


Kevin Bivanti’s dream is to open a wedding dress shop, a place with the stunning gowns to make every bride-to-be feel adored. At thirty-eight, he quits a successful advertising career to buy an old brownstone in a trendy Boston neighborhood and to make his dream a reality. When one of his cosigners drops out, fate intervenes, ushering in Casper James, who hopes to open his own bakery. With Casper willing to take the risk, their ambitions meld into a wedding dress and wedding cake boutique.

Extensive renovations to the brownstone, an affair with his ex-husband, family drama with his mothers, and the anxiety of significant life changes push Kevin to the brink of a nervous breakdown. In the midst of stress and uncertainty, Casper becomes more than a business partner, a mutual attraction that adds another layer of intensity and risk.
With their dreams on the verge of reality, Kevin and Casper must find the courage to face the stress of managing their attraction, the gamble of a new business venture, and the resurgence of Kevin’s personal demons.


The pretty salesgirl of Dream Day Bridal stared at them like Casper had just asked her if she wanted to watch gay porn with them.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“I think you do, Annie.” Casper motioned back to Kevin, who was the brightest shade of red of any human in the world. “My fiancé and I are both going to wear gowns at our wedding. It’s a political statement. And it will be pretty.”
Annie looked behind her, as if salvation were hidden in a back room. Casper hadn’t seen anyone else, so he figured she was alone on this one. “We actually don’t sell men’s wedding dresses.”
He channeled Kevin’s withering look, and though he couldn’t see himself, he felt like he nailed it. “I don’t think anyone carries men’s wedding dresses. They’re just called wedding dresses. And we’d like to try some on.”
The poor girl was sweating. “What if someone comes in and wants to try on a dress too?”
“Oh, Annie, I know we look too fabulous to be willing to share, but we will.” He grinned toothily at her. Did it make him evil that he was enjoying this so much? “It’s sweet of you to want to give us the celebrity treatment and offer us the entire store.”
She looked close to tears.
Casper called back to Kevin without looking away from Annie. “Sweetheart, would you make sure to get a picture of the outside of the store to put on Facebook? It looks like wedding dress shops who refuse the gays are the next wedding industry to face legal action. Apparently it’s not just bakers who won’t participate in wedding events.”
There was a tear. Definitely a tear. And panic. There was definitely panic. “No, we’d love to participate in gay weddings.”
Casper leaned on the counter. “They’re just called weddings, Annie dear.”
After she motioned them back to the showroom, Annie rushed to the window and flipped over the open sign. Casper noticed she forgot to lock the door. He decided not to be helpful and kept his mouth shut.

“Holy crap!” Casper gaped as Kevin stepped out of the dressing room, clad in a lacy gown that had fabric roses clustered over the right of his bodice and swooped down over his left hip. He was sure there was a name for that, but he had no idea. “You actually look amazing.”
Kevin stepped up onto the pedestal and looked at himself in the mirror. He tilted his chin appraisingly. “I kinda do. A lot better than the last one. The jewel neckline is much better on me than the sweetheart.”
Casper didn’t know what that meant, but he had to smother a laugh at how much Kevin was enjoying himself. When Kevin bent down and lifted the layers beneath the skirting, revealing a glittering pair of silver high heels, Casper couldn’t hold it back.
Kevin glared at him in the mirror. “Laugh all you want. You can’t get the full effect without the shoes. Granted, these are a little more garish than what I would recommend, but they were the only pair that fit.”

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Second in today's line-up, Under A Sky Of Ash:


More than a decade after leaving Colorado to attend college and escape his past, Isaiah Greene moves back and builds a life in Denver as a special education teacher. When he meets Ben Woods, the mentor of one of his students, the attraction is immediate. The revelations that they’ve both suffered traumatic childhoods form a bond between them.

Raised by an abusive grandmother, Ben is a recovering addict who has made a family with his construction worker boss, Hershel, and Hershel’s husband, Daniel—drag queen ManDonna. Adding Isaiah to his life gives Ben a glimpse of a future he’d never dreamed possible for himself.

Both Isaiah and Ben are survivors, but when guilt drives a wedge between them, the past threatens to end their relationship.

Ben and Isaiah embark on journeys of self-discovery. Though their path will be difficult at times, humor and love find a way to bring light to the darkness.


As we crept through the entrance, Ben turned his smile on me. The one that made him look young and his eyes less worn. Colored lights hidden behind fake crystals jutted through the walls, giving the dark cavern pastel yet creepy shadows. We passed over a wooden bridge with plastic skeletons scattered beneath. As we walked through a larger barren room, a huge gorilla zoomed out of the darkness, giving a mechanical roar, then receded once more. I jumped, yelling a higher-pitched scream than I would have hoped with Ben by my side. “What is it with this place and gorillas!”
Ben just laughed and pulled me deeper into the cave, then stopped in the next bend.
“If there’s something getting ready to jump out and scare me, I’m going....” My words trailed off as I saw his expression in the dim blue- and-red lights. “Oh.”
Putting his hand on my chest, he gently but firmly pushed me against the wall, bringing his body close to me. His other hand rose to my chest as well, and working together, they moved slowly over my shirt, running over my shoulders and upper arms, then back to my chest.
I sank back into the wall with a groan.
“This okay?”
“Oh, yeah.” I raised my hand, feeling Ben’s at stomach under his T-shirt, then slipped it around his waist to his back and pulled him against me.
Not to be outdone, he put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face down to meet his as he rose up. He paused when our lips were close enough that I could feel his breath. I didn’t move. I wanted him to kiss me this time, considering how I’d botched the first attempt.
I didn’t have to wait long. His lips were softer than I remembered. Warm and pleasantly dry.
He groaned and rubbed his body against mine, running his hand down from my neck and over my arm, then coming to rest at my waist. As he kissed me, his hips began a slow rhythmic thrust against my own.
Feeling him grow hard against me, still not breaking the kiss, I brought my hand back around, slid it between us, and wrapped my hands around his girth.
With an intake of breath, he pulled away, his hungry gaze meeting mine. “Any objections to getting a blowjob in a cave with a gorilla nearby?”
“Not as long as I can return the favor.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. He had my jeans unbuttoned before his knees hit the ground.

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Brandon's Personal Story:

My mom nearly died when she was pregnant, she had preeclampsia.  Most of the time, the condition improves once the baby is born.  With her, it gets worse.  Because of this, my parents didn’t trust the doctors when they said it normally only happens on the first child, so they chose not to have more children.  
At ten years old, my little sister (family friend) and I snuck to a whishing well and each threw in a coin.  I wished for a little brother, she wished for a little sister.  
Within a year, my parents got sick of me begging for a brother and decided to have my brother Trenton.  Also, that same year, my little sister’s (family friend) mom gave birth a daughter.
The power of wishing wells and begging.
I’m the only person I know who was so spoiled that I got everything I asked for as kid, even another living person.

More about Brandon:

Brandon Witt's outlook on life is greatly impacted by his first eighteen years of growing up gay in a small town in the Ozarks, as well as fifteen years as a counselor and special education teacher for students with severe emotional disabilities. Add to that his obsession with corgis and mermaids, then factor in an unhealthy love affair with cheeseburgers, and you realize that with all those issues, he's got plenty to write about....



Thanks for celebrating with us. Come back next week for our Grand Finale, with info about more of Brandon's books, our Q&A, and one more chance to win.

Until then, happy reading!!


  1. Great post. Both these books are amazing and in my Top favorites of this year.

  2. Not entering the contest since I have both those books. I haven't had a chance to read Imperfections of Swans yet, but I absolutely loved Under a Sky of Ash.

  3. Im a huge fan of Brandon Witt's books! :)


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