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TITLE:
Frankie & Al
SERIES: Frankie’s – Book
One
AUTHOR: Sue Brown
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner
Press
LENGTH: 158 Pages
COVER ARTIST: DWS
Photography
RELEASE DATE: March
21, 2014
BLURB: A
Novella in Frankie's Series
Dumped
by his boyfriend, Frankie Mason goes out with the girls, gets totally trashed,
and ends his night by falling in front of a taxi. He’s rescued by a man with
beautiful green eyes who takes care of him until he’s put into an ambulance.
Frankie curses himself as he realizes he doesn’t have the man’s phone number.
Still in pain a few days later, he is dragged out to a club only to be saved by
Green Eyes once more. This time, he isn’t letting the man go.
Unfortunately
Frankie has to attend a team-building exercise, nicknamed Womb Weekend,
organized by his company. Al is working so he doesn't mind, until he discovers
who the team leader is. Al has a lot of explaining to do!
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EXCERPT
ONE OF the joys of working in a
large insurance company was that Frankie had a Monday-to-Friday job processing
new insurance policies. He waved good-bye at five o’clock Friday evening and
didn’t have to think about work or his colleagues until eight thirty Monday
morning.
Until the day Frankie opened the
e-mail from Human Resources. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Charlotte looked over from her
desk. “What?”
“They’re sending me on a
team-building exercise.” He didn’t appreciate Charlotte’s chuckle.
“Winning
Ways? What the fuck is that?”
“You’ve been caught. They get us
all in the end. You get to spend the weekend in a swanky hotel, building egg
wombs and sucking up to managers. Don’t sweat it. You’ll enjoy it.”
“Don’t bank on it,” he muttered.
“Wait, egg what?”
“Egg wombs. You know.” At Frankie’s
frown, she said, “You have to drop the egg out of a window without it cracking,
using only a plastic bag and a cup.”
“Is that what they really call it?”
She shrugged. “Who knows? That’s
what you’ve got to do. And the sucking up to the managers. They give you the
‘We’re all equal here. Call me Jeff’ speech but you know they’re just spying on
everything you do.”
It was Frankie’s recurring
nightmare—to be stuck in a small room with his colleagues and not be able to
get away. He got that five days a week but at the weekend as well? “Karma’s a
bitch.”
“What have you done?”
“Do you want the list?”
“You’ve been that bad?”
“Probably worse,” he admitted.
She smirked at him. “Frankie’s been
a bad, bad boy, and now he is going to get his bottom spanked?”
“I wouldn’t mind if it was that
sort of weekend.” Frankie grinned as Charlotte’s cheeks crimsoned. “Gotcha!”
“You’re wicked,” she said. “My
mother warned me about boys like you.”
“My mother warned me about boys like
me too. They sounded much more fun than the good, church-going boys she wanted
me to meet.”
She gave him an odd look. “She knew
you were gay back then?”
He rolled his eyes. “Girl, look at
me. Could anyone not realize I’m gay?”
“You have a point.”
Frankie’s mum said it was obvious
he was gay from the moment he came out of the womb. According to her
description, Frankie flounced out to the song on the radio. Frankie thought
that being born to Kylie must have been prophetic. It could have been worse—he
might have been born to Meat Loaf.
“When are you going on the
exercise?”
Frankie scanned the e-mail. “Next
month. They’ve got a dropout and they want me to fill in.”
“Can you go?”
Frankie shrugged. “It’s not like my
calendar is full or anything.” It would give him something to do. Since Chaz
had thrown him out, his social life consisted of clubbing with Jonno or staring
at the walls in his tiny flat, eating ready meals he could ill afford and
wishing he had Sky TV instead of Freeview. “It might be fun.”
She gave him a dubious look. “Your
life really is boring at the moment, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea.”
“Why don’t you come out with me and
the girls? We’re going to try that new club in town.”
“Uh, gay, remember?”
“Uh, gay club, remember?”
He frowned. “There’s a new gay club
in town? In this dump of a town?”
“God, Frankie, you really are out
of it. It opened a couple of weeks ago. It’s near Primark, over the slappers’
shop.”
“I didn’t know. Anyway, why’re you going
to a gay club?”
“Ignorance is no excuse, and I’m
going to a gay club because most of my mates are dykes and the rest of us are
married. It suits us fine not to be hit on by sleazebags. Anyway, the booze is
cheaper and the music’s better.”
“How did you end up with lesbians
for friends?”
Charlotte grinned at him. “Some of
us aren’t narrow-minded little pricks like some people I could mention.”
“You mean….”
“Uh-huh.”
She did a dramatic head roll to
their manager who sat not ten feet away, oblivious to their conversation. Ed
Winters was a 1950s Tory poster boy. He disliked women, black people, anyone
from the Indian subcontinent, curry, the French, the Irish, dogs, and
particularly hom-o-sex-uals—he always enunciated the word as if a bad smell was
under his nose.
Frankie grinned at her. Taking the
piss out of Ed was one of the few joys in his life. “I’m on for the club. You
say where and when.”
Maybe he needed a change from the
scene with Jonno. Those clubs were hook-up sites, and much as he needed action,
he needed fun. God, he really needed some fun.
“Done. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure
the straight girls don’t treat you like their pet poodle for the evening.”
He shrugged. “They can be my bitches.”
“They’ll love it. Do you want to
bring the leashes?”
“I worry about you sometimes.”
Charlotte tossed her hair. “You
love it.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Mr. Mason, Ms. Tiller, is
something wrong?” Winters peered over his frameless glasses to stare at them.
They shook their heads and smirked
at each other when he scowled and turned away.
Frankie looked at the files on his
desk, and the e-mail telling him he had to play nice for a weekend. Charlotte
was one bright sparkle in a sea of beige and gray. He pecked disconsolately at
the keyboard. “Okay, I’ve confirmed my attendance at the egg womb thing. Now
you take me out.”
Charlotte looked up from her phone.
“Friday? The girls can’t wait to meet you.”
Frankie nodded. “I’m all yours.”
“Ah baby, if only that were true.”
Charlotte blew him a kiss and turned her attention back to her own work.
Hmmm, a new club, potential new
meat. Frankie needed something new to wear. He might be short of cash, but he
could work that budget. Frankie rocked at the vintage look.
AUTHOR BIO
Sue
Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their
orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can
plot and has gotten expert at ignoring the orders.
Sue
discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her
favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may
be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until
she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.
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INTERVIEW
What was it that led you to write in the genre(s) you write?
Curiosity. I wanted to see
if I could. I used to write fanfic and then I tried my hand at original
fiction.
That worked so now I’m trying different sub-genres. I love trying my
hand at something new.
Are your books character led or plot led, or both?
Generally character led.
My guys talk a lot inside my head. I’m only worried when they go quiet.
What is your favourite part of the writing process?
Typing The End.
What is your least favourite part of the writing process
Mid-plot droop. Doesn’t
matter the size of the story, I always get a slump in the middle. Shifting past
the droop can take months.
Where do you get your inspiration for your characters?
I know this sounds trite
but life. There is so much rich inspiration out there. You just have to look
for it. I’m always listening and looking for ideas.
If you could have one wish what would it be?
Not telling. Because I’ll
jinx it.
What's your deepest fear?
Being buried alive. Please
don’t asked me to talk about it.
If I came to dinner what would you feed me?
Depends what you eat. How
about a roast, or pasta, or potroast, or salmon?
Which of your characters would you like to be sharing the dinner table
with us?
Ed would only eat spinach salad
so could I have Frankie and Al please?
Tell us in the character’s own words, what he/she would have to say
about you.
Sue’s not a brilliant cook
but she did her best. Is there any chamomile tea?
Which other fictional character(s) would you like to be present at the
dinner party?
My Luke and Simon from
Morning Report because cowboys…
What other authors would you say have either influenced your writing or
you would like to emulate?
I hesitate to say this now
because of the issues surrounding her but I wish I could write a story with the
impact Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Catch Trap had on me.
Which character from literature, would you most like to have invented?
Oooh, good question. Mr
Darcy. What a *insert British colloquialism*. I’d love to take him further.
What do you prefer writing. A one off novel, a series or short stories?
All of the above. I like
trying all of them to give me some variety.
What kind of books do you read (if you have time to read)?
The MM genre always. At
the moment I’m reading crime and thrillers.
Where do you see yourself personally and professionally in 5 years
time?
5 years ago I was just
thinking about writing one of the submissions. In the next 5 years I would like
one of my stories to go mainstream. We are slowly penetrating the mainstream
market. I’d like to be one of those authors. Personally? To be helping my kids
take their first steps into adulthood.
Do you have any other projects in the offing we should look out for?
Anthony & Leo – 25th
March
In-Decision – 15th
April
Hidden Wolf – 22nd
May
Letters from a Cowboy -
June
TITLE:
Anthony & Leo
SERIES: Frankie’s – Book Three
AUTHOR: Sue Brown
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner
Press
LENGTH: 30000 words approx.
COVER ARTIST: Paul
Richmond
RELEASE DATE: March
25, 2015
BLURB:Watching Marchant
train his new sub leaves Tony unhappy at not having found a Dom of his own.
Running Marchant’s BDSM club, Tony sees who the Doms prefer and it isn’t
him—too big, too old, and too hairy. When his friend Jordan suggests he look
outside the club, Tony’s mind turns to Leo, a man he met in a traffic jam. Tony
manages to arrange a date and happily learns Leo is funny, very toppy, and not
averse to Tony's lifestyle. As a bonus, Leo sells sex toys.
When tragedy strikes the club, Tony fears he
can’t help the mourning club members, but Leo offers his unwavering support.
After such a tough start, Tony believes Leo is the Dom he’s been looking for...
until he catches him kissing another man.
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