Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Vicktor Alexander joining us!

Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:

I’ll post a snippet from one of Vicktor’s books with the character names asterisked out.

Your mission is to guess which of Vicktor’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to William at AuthorAssistants (at) gmail DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!

Here’s a little bit about Victor Alexander:

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.

Find out more about Vicktor on his website, Twitter, Facebook, Facebook page, blog, Tumblr, or Google+.

HERE’s the snippet:

****** nodded silently and stepped back so his mother could place her hand on the inside of his maldy’s inner right elbow. ****** stepped around to take the left elbow. They walked up the stairs, through the entryway, and to the blue room. One of the servants—****** glanced to the side—********, opened the door for them to pass through. ****** turned back to look at her in surprise when he heard her mutter beneath her breath what sounded like, “He’s a handsome devil, that duke. If he was open to it, I’d bend him over me’self.”

****** gasped. He couldn’t believe ******** would say that. When she lowered her head, ****** tried to smile reassuringly at her, though his face was hot from her observation of his future groom, before turning forward again and avoiding his maldy’s stern gaze.

“Ah there you are, Lady ******!” The Duke of Cumbria’s voice boomed across the room. “We were wondering what was keeping you. Why, *********** even jested that perhaps you had met someone and escaped to Gretna Green to elope.” The duke laughed at his own joke. ****** smiled grimly before looking at the very tall, broad-shouldered, black-haired man standing in front of the Tfrench windows, his back to the room. He looked tense, at least from the back, and ****** suddenly had an image of ******. He shook his head to clear the memory of his clandestine affair and focused on the present and the fact that he was about to meet his future husband for the first time.

“Your Grace, we assure you that nothing of the sort would have occurred. Our ****** is a very respectable young woman. He would never do anything to bring shame to this family or dishonor to the family name. He was no doubt just nervous about meeting his future husband. I assure you, our family is very excited not only about the upcoming nuptials, but about the merger between two upstanding households,” Annabelle said, happiness in her words, and ****** turned to stare at her. He wanted to ask her who she was and when this happy man had replaced his stern, hard-to-please maldy. ****** kept his tongue, but he gave one final look of confusion to her before turning to look once again at the back of his future groom.

“***********, don’t just stand there. Turn around and meet your future duchess,” the Duke of Cumbria commanded. “Lady ********, ******, may we present our son, ********** ****** Eddington III.”

******’s breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened in surprise. Had he said ******? Was it his ******? No, ****** was a common name, like John and Edward. It couldn’t be his ******. But as ********** turned around, ******’s greatest hope and greatest fear came to pass all at once, for ********** was indeed ******, which was great, but his future husband now knew he was no innocent and that he hadn’t wanted to marry him at all.

“******,” ****** breathed, and watched as ******’s—no, **********’s—eyes widened as he took in ******’s face.

“***********, may I present to you, Lady ****** ******* ********, your future groom,” the duke introduced them. ****** wanted to say something. Anything. But all he could do was stand and watch as ******—no, **********. **********. **********—stalked toward him, his gaze never leaving ******’s face. He took ******’s hand in his own, bowed over it, and placed a gentle kiss on the backs of his fingers.

“Lady ******, may I say that it is an honor and my greatest pleasure to meet you and know that in six months’ time, we shall begin our lives with each other,” ********** said with a smile, amusement and shock lighting up his light gray eyes.

“I-I—” ****** stammered before darkness overtook him, and he swooned right into **********’s arms.

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Thanks for joining us, Vicktor!

If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email William at AuthorAssistants (at) gmail DOT com with your guess!