Sue Brown discovered male/male erotica when she woke up once to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. Since then, she’s made a name for herself in the world of male/male romance. In today’s guest post, Sue confesses to wishing summer would just be over, already…because teenagers!
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It’s the start of September and the end of the longest summer ever with my kids since they started school. Compared to the US, the UK school system usually has a six week summer holiday and that used to seem long enough. This year both my kids had exams, GCSEs and A-levels. First of all they had study leave from the middle of May and then finished school in the middle of June. I had both of them home, invading my work space. This has made me very grumpy. I like my quiet time.
It hasn’t been all bad. They are both teenagers, 18 and 16, and they’d sleep all day if I let them. I managed to get some work done while they snored. They usually emerged about one in the afternoon, bed hair and sleepy face and grunting at me. They also don’t need my endless attention like little kids and they live on their computers. Both my kids are anti-social nerds. My daughter’s an avid Doctor Who and Marvel fan, and my son loves anime with a passion that slightly worrying.
But it’s hard to write with people around me. I usually write with just the sounds of the doggies snoring, camped out on the sofa, with a large cup of coffee and Bourbon biscuits next to me. Now I have my daughter chatting to the dogs, my son wants to know what’s for dinner. The TV goes on, they’re padding backwards and forwards, bickering with each other, and not giving me any peace.
ARGH! I’m trying to write, guys! Please go away.
But oh no. They may not be five years old any more but somehow they have to ask me a question just as I get into the zone, and watch the rerun of the Simpsons every single day. Good grief, wasn’t that episode on yesterday? They stay up ‘til two in the morning and I can hear them laughing and shouting downstairs. I’m a lark, they are night owls. It ain’t a good combo.
I can do my day jobs 1 and 2 – I work for a publisher and an author – but I can’t formulate the sentences to make the words go in the right order. I’m getting frustrated here. I’ve been trying to write the prologue to The Rogue Wolf, the third in my shifter series and all I’ve done is rearrange the first three paragraphs.
I love my kids but now I want my world to return to boring routine. Still *deep breath* son is back to school in ten days to start the sixth form. The next job is to help the daughter find a job. She really will, I hope. I need my peace back. And my words. I really need my words.
Dreamspinner Press is publishing all of Sue Brown’s Frankie’s series as an omnibus collection, Frankie & Friends. We’ve got a dramatis personae below (ie, who’s sleeping with who!) to help you keep track of everyone, and a short excerpt as well:
Frankie and Al
Dumped by his boyfriend, Frankie Mason 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, but Frankie fails to get the man’s number. A few days later, he’s dragged out to a club only to be saved by Green Eyes again. This time, he isn’t letting the man go.
Ed and Marchant
Ed is miserable in life and at work, until he meets Marchant Belarus. Marchant, the owner of a BDSM club, realizes Ed is a closeted sub. Marchant tries to draw Ed out of his shell, but nothing helps until he discovers Ed’s secret love of dancing—a forbidden passion that might be the key to unlocking the confident, secure man Ed could be.
Anthony and Leo
Tony is unhappy at not having found a Dom of his own. He thinks he’s too big, too old, and too hairy—until he meets funny, toppy Leo, who also sells sex toys. When tragedy strikes and Leo offers his support, Tony believes Leo is the Dom he’s been looking for… until he catches him kissing another man.
And an excerpt from the Frankie & Friends omnibus:
Frankie Mason got dumped two days into a holiday with his friends. He stared at the text his boyfriend had sent him, trying to make sense of the words.
We’re over. Don’t come back. Your gear is at your mums.
Jonno flopped down beside him on the sunbed and stretched out luxuriously. “Hey, party pooper, why aren’t you dancing?”
Frankie stared at the guys dancing on the makeshift dance floor on the beach and then back at the phone. The words hadn’t changed. “Chaz dumped me.”
“What the fuck?” Jonno frowned and snatched the phone out of Frankie’s hand. He squinted at the screen. “Bitch! What are you going to do?”
“What can I do?” Frankie swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat. “It’s his house. I was just his boyfriend. I didn’t even pay rent.”
“Key his car,” Jonno said promptly. “You always said he loved that more than you. Or cut up his clothes. Or post pictures of his wiener on Tumblr.”
“I’m going to regret ever showing you those photos.”
“The bloke’s built like a chipolata. How could you not show the world?” Jonno rubbed Frankie’s back soothingly. “Fuck, babe, where’re you gonna stay?”
“Not with my mum, that’s for sure. We’d kill each other within a day.” Frankie laid his head on Jonno’s shoulder. “Can I stay with you?”
Jonno hesitated. “You know I’d have you like a shot, but Will….”
“Doesn’t like me.”
“It’s not that he doesn’t like you.” Jonno was crap at lying. “He was just….”
“Forget it. I’ll stay at a hotel.” Frankie sat up, scrubbing at his eyes. What he wanted to do, what he was going to do in the next ten minutes, was step into a shower and bawl his eyes out. He’d not seen this coming. He loved Chaz and he’d thought Chaz loved him. Why the fuck had his boyfriend dumped him? The bastard owed him an explanation.
He texted Chaz and then wished he hadn’t when the answer flashed up ten seconds later.
Found a younger model.
“Fuck it. I may be nearly thirty but I’m not too old to have some fun.” Frankie got to his feet and pulled Jonno up with him. “Come and dance.”
Jonno kissed him on the mouth, smearing cherry lip gloss across Frankie’s lips. “That’s more like it.” He slapped Frankie on the arse and ran onto the dance floor, dragging his friend behind him.
Frankie plastered a fake smile on his face and ripped off his T-shirt. He had a body worth showing off, and now he was young, free, and single. Well, one of those three. He wasn’t free to anyone.
He danced until his feet hurt more than his heart, grinding against Jonno, dancing with anyone who approached, but he ignored all the offers and the cards stuffed into his pockets. Tomorrow maybe he’d look at the meat, but today the twink who was too old closed his eyes and let the music take him.
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, or at university listening to lecturers discuss long-dead theologians. (In her head, however, she’s plotting how to get her cowboys into bed together; she just hopes the lecturer doesn’t ask her any questions.) You can connect with her online on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, Pinterest, and her Blog.