Today we are delighted to have author Sue Brown visiting for a guestpost !

 

Being an author is like living with a cast of thousands. Some are sweet guys who fumble around and take their time with their true love. They build up a relationship, talk quietly to each other, don’t cause any trouble and are a pleasure to have in your head.

Frankie was not like that. Frankie popped into my head and informed me he wasn’t moving out until I’d told his story.

What happens to authors when their characters get into their heads and won’t let go?

Authors go slightly very peculiar.

Yes, yes I did. Because all the time I’m talking to the kids, walking the dog, ironing (okay, that last one is a total fantasy), Frankie is talking at me.

“When am I going to meet him?”

“What’s his name?”

“What shall I wear? Oh my God! What am I going to wear?” *shriek* Frankie is a tad highly-strung.

It’s non-stop night and day yap yap yap!

Why can’t he be like Peter (Hairy Harry’s Car Seat) or Liam (the Isle of…Where?) or Colin (you haven’t met him yet in Waiting for Ramos)? Lovely guys, quiet guys, not yelling in my head 24/7 guys.

But no. Frankie talks to me about his ex, his boss, Dick from accounts, tie-dying, sex. Ice-cream, chamomile tea, more sex. On and on until I’ve gone past peculiar and moved on to stark raving insane.

But I got my own back! Mwahahahahahaha!

Let’s just say Frankie wasn’t at his best the first time he meet Al. Or the second. Or even the third. I made Frankie wait for his moment, and found the man to shut him up. Bliss.

It’s not a good idea to annoy an author. She will make you suffer and dine out on your pain. Frankie knows this fact. Of course, he doesn’t care now he’s met Al.

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 become an 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.

 

Sue can be found at her website, http://www.suebrownstories.com/; her blog,http://suebrownsstories.blogspot.co.uk/; Twitter, https://twitter.com/suebrownstories; and her Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/suebrownstories.

 

Frankie & Al

Now available at Dreamspinner: Amazon: Amazon.co.uk: All Romance

 

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!

Excerpt
Dawn had arrived with a pale pink-and-blue sky, and thankfully no rain. Frankie decided to walk home, relaxed and full, and ready to sleep. At this time of the morning, he could cut off a few minutes by walking through the station concourse without negotiating hundreds of tourists.

He stepped off the curb, and after that, he wasn’t sure what happened except his world spun crazily out of control. He heard the sound of a car horn, and Frankie was thrown off his feet, only to land on the ground, an excruciating pain in his hip.

What the fuck?

“He just stepped out in front of me. You saw that, didn’t you? He didn’t look at all. He was probably after a score.”

Frankie opened his eyes and glared at the man standing over him. “Thanks for your concern, arsehole, but I’m not a druggie. Give me your phone number, address, and insurance details,” he said brusquely. At least, he aimed for brusque rather than weak and feeble.

The man sniffed and vanished out of sight. Frankie contemplated getting up. On the other hand, the ground was comfortable and he had nowhere to be.

“An ambulance is on its way. You have a habit of getting into trouble, don’t you?”

Frankie turned his head to deny the charge and was fixed by the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. “Take me home,” he said and was rewarded with a smile from the man.

“Huh, a faggot. Might have known.”

The driver was really getting on Frankie’s nerves. “Give me the details and then you can get lost.”

A hand squeezed Frankie’s, and Green Eyes said, “Give me the details. You can talk to the police and I’ll look after my boy here, before he gets into any more trouble.”

“Frankie,” Frankie said.

“What?”

“My name’s Frankie.” Frankie gave a melting smile to the nice man with dark hair and gorgeous green eyes. Then he glared at the driver. “That’s Mr. Lawsuit to you.”

“Listen, you little—”

Green Eyes sighed. “How the hell did you manage to get to adulthood, Frankie? The ambulance is here, thank God.”

Frankie was really pleased because fuck knows the pain in his hip was hurting like a bitch, and no one seemed to give a shit about him, and his mum would wash his mouth out with soap and water if he kept swearing, and….

His brain shut off as Green Eyes kissed him.

“What the…?” he said faintly.

“You were talking again, Frankie. It seemed the best way to shut you up.”

Giveaway

Sue Brown is graciouly offering an e copy of her new release to one Lucky commentor

Good Luck!

contest ends April 5 th