Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway – Frankie & Al by Sue Brown

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BOOK DETAILS

Title: Frankie & Al
Series: Frankie’s – Book 1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: DWS Photography
ISBN: 9781627986588 [ebook]
Length: 158 Pages
Genre: Contemporary, Humor
Release Date: March 24th, 2014

2015About the book

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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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.

2015About the author

Author picSue 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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2015Giveaway

Winner’s Prize: $20 Amazon Gift Card

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COMING SOON from Sue Brown

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Title: Anthony & Leo
Series: Frankie’s – Book 3
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
ISBN: 971632168252
Length: 30k Approx.
Genre: Contemporary, BDSM
Release Date: March 25th, 2015

2015About the book

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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Guest Post – Shaken Up by Nicole Forcine

So, the upside of having a BDSM-themed book come out two weeks after the 50 Shades of Grey movie release is that kinky stuff is on people’s minds.

The downside of having a BDSM-themed book come out two weeks after the 50SoG movie release is that I feel the need to say things like:

“I’ve written a kinky book. No, it’s nothing like 50SoG.”

“No, I actually know how to write consensual kink.”

“Why are you backing away, I promise it’s nothing like that.”

It’s not a terrible problem to have, but the urge to slap myself on the back until I sprain something for writing a kinky story that wouldn’t send the entire community into convulsions is very strong.

It makes me wonder, though.  Why am I slapping myself on the back? Shouldn’t this be obvious? Safe, sane, consensual should be the standard, and for a lot of stories in the M/M genre, it’s true.  It’s more the rule than the exception.  It’s so obvious that when I sat down to write Shaken Up nearly two years ago, I wanted to take a new tactic – moving on after meeting an abusive Dom. An “I’m always right” Dom. An “I don’t make mistakes” Dom.

I wanted Tim, the main character, to not only have mostly recovered but to have thrived.  Not to write off the entire scene, but enjoy himself on his own terms.  If Jae hadn’t walked into his life, I wanted to make it that Tim would have been just fine, now that he’d found his peace.  The scars, physical and emotional, would always be there, but he’s living with it – without a hero Dom stepping in to fix everything.

Which made Jae have to watch himself, to earn the privilege of having Tim in his life. I like the idea of the Dom having to work for it.  I think I makes for an interesting take on the “Sub meets Dom” story, and I hope you feel the same.

At the very least, I don’t feel the need to ask why others are backing away.

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BOOK DETAILS

Title: Shaken Up
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
ISBN: 9781632164995 [ebook]
Length: 74 Pages
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Release Date: Feb 25th, 2015

2015About the book

Tim Myers is the flamboyant and overly fastidious owner of the adult shop Little Earthquakes. In his spare time, he moonlights as a sub for his friend’s BDSM classes, and while he’d love to find a Dom to cater to his domestic servitude kink, he’s wary of exposing his body and his heart. When Jae Seong comes into Tim’s shop and asks him for help with a wax play demo, Tim is turned off by the idea. Jae is nothing if not persistent, though. He’s a skilled Dom and soon finds out why Tim is so protective of his body, his neck, and his heart. Over a series of play dates, the two grow close, and it dawns on Tim that he might be looking at a match made for collaring.

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2015About the author

Nicole Forcine was born a strange child and former Georgia peach. When she was younger, she was never far from a composition book, a pen in hand, and way too many people in her head (she’s even been known to talk back to them). When two or more of them talk loud enough to overshadow the rest, a story is born. After years of writing and storing her tales in those books, she had a revelation: man, there are a lot of dudes kissing in these stories.

Her stories include themes of creating families of choice, how love can come in all forms and supersede all boundaries, and the joys and sorrows of earning a happily-ever-after.

Currently, she resides in Minneapolis with one of the most laid-back men in history and his even more laid-back cat. When she’s not writing (ha!), she’s saving the world/galaxy/humanity as we know it in the world of video games and general geekiness.

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Guest Post & Excerpt – Stones in the Road by Nick Wilgus

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I was never good with rules. You can see that in my SUGAR TREE series of books about a gay single father raising a deaf child in the Deep South. I rather casually ignored most of the rules of the genre. Am I not supposed to talk about religion and politics? Oh well. A book that features an MC who’s poor, who scrapes by, who isn’t even mildly successful? Done. Characters who spout rude, offensive and very politically incorrect statements? Of course. A MM romance set in the buckle of the Bible Belt? And why not? Are there no gay boys in Tupelo, Mississippi?

Rules are your friends, of course, and they have been enormously helpful over the course of my writing career. If you don’t color inside the lines, you leave readers disappointed or uncertain about your skills. Yet I reached a point in my writing where I decided the rules weren’t working for me. They were too confining. Gay romance stories are wonderful, but I wanted to do something a little different. I was not very good at writing steamy sex scenes, but I did have an ear for dysfunctional family dynamics. As a big fan of flawed characters, I wanted mine to be chock full of them. I wanted to write something that rang true – a family arguing over a dinner table about abortion, fist fights, disappointments, kids with special needs, adults with dreams slipping away, all of it steeped in the enormous and heart-breaking comedy that is life.

I came of age in the late 70s, early 80s. At that time, the “gay community” was a collection of lost souls at a bar, and the “gay lifestyle” was endless drinking, drugging and sex. I was one of those very uncool people who wanted to have a “relationship,” who didn’t much care for alcohol or drugs, and who not a big fan of one night stands. I wanted something a little more traditional. Kids were not entirely beyond the realms of possibility. As you can imagine, this made me wildly unpopular.

Here I am now, in my early fifties, and all my gay friends are getting married and adopting children.

Funny, that.

My books seem to be an extension of my inability to fit in. While they do have a romantic element, they are basically books about family — very messy families in all their messy but wondrous glory. They’re about fathers and sons, mothers who meddle, the knight in shining armor hiding a dark secret, the crazy grandfather who sits on the porch spitting and chewing and saying the most wildly inappropriate things. Because I think life is funny (much of it to the point of absurdity), I throw in a generous heaping of comedy. I wouldn’t be here today if I hadn’t learned how to laugh in the face of disaster. Love covers a multitude of sins, but so does laughter.

If reader reactions are anything to go by, I have struck a nerve. I was not sure my publisher would like SHAKING THE SUGAR TREE, but it quickly became a best-seller and wound up on several “best of” lists here and there. STONES IN THE ROAD picks up two years later in the lives of Wiley, Jackson and Noah, and most every review so far has been a solid 5 stars. My readers have been very kind to me.

Up next for me is a book called GET YOUR SHINE ON, scheduled for release in September/October 2015, also coming from Dreamspinner Press. SHINE is about a young gay couple who take in an abandoned boy. Like the SUGAR TREE books, it is a set in rural Mississippi, and you’ll find lots of laughs, meddlesome neighbors, crazy in-laws and a little boy who finds himself smack dab in the middle of it all.

At the moment, I am working on another SUGAR TREE book called GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAINS, which should be out sometime next year. This book will feature the story of what happens when Wiley and Jackson decide they want to adopt …

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BOOK DETAILS

Title: Stones in the Road
Series: The Sugar Tree Series, Sequel to
Shaking the Sugar Tree
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain
ISBN: 9781632167309 [ebook]
ISBN: 9781632167293 [paperback]
Length: 350 Pages
Genre: Contemporary
Release Date: Jan 30th, 2015

2015About the book

When his snobbish future in-laws travel all the way from Boston to visit, wise-cracking Southerner Wiley Cantrell learns that gay marriage is not without its disadvantages. Occupied by concerns over the health of his special needs son Noah, a meth baby who was not expected to live and who is now on the cusp of puberty, the antics of Wiley’s outrageous would-be mother-in-law and severely conservative father-in-law strain his relationship with Jackson Ledbetter, a pediatric nurse who poses problems of his own. As their respective families meet and greet, each just as meddlesome and inflexible as the other, North meets South and the fireworks and cultural misunderstandings are plenty.

A tornado blows through the small Mississippi town where Wiley’s mother lives, wrecking his mother’s house and leaving their lives in disarray. Then Jackson’s secret drug addiction comes to light, and Wiley and Noah are devastated. With so many stones in the road, Wiley and Jackson find their dream of becoming a real family falling apart. Though Wiley relies on humor to cope, he’ll need something more to keep his happily ever after from slipping away.

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2015Excerpt

From Chapter 51: There’s No Good in Goodbye

Jackson heard the crinkling of the plastic as I filled a bag with shorts, tanks, socks, and underwear.

He rolled over, opened his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

He sat, wiped his face.

“You’re leaving?” he said at last.

“They must have been lying when they said your IQ test came back negative.”

“Wiley?”

“Lost in thought, are you? Want me to send a search party? I realize it’s unfamiliar territory for you.”

“What the hell?”

“Don’t talk to me!” I snapped.

He threw on a bathrobe.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“We’re leaving. I suggest you leave me alone, because right now I want to take this cast and bash your fucking teeth in. And if you don’t believe me, I’ll be happy to prove you wrong.”

He paled at these words. I had never been so angry.

“Wiley, please,” he said softly.

“Noah saw you sucking that shit up your nose,” I said. “You’d do that in front of my son? It’s taken me weeks to drag it out of him because he was too afraid to tell me what you’d done. How fucking dare you! In front of my child!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about!”

“He saw me?”

“He gave me a little demonstration. Yeah, I’d say he saw you. Maybe next time you could teach him how to use a syringe, you fucking loser!”

Jackson looked horrified.

“And you know, I thought I could live with that, but then your mama told us about the woman in the wheelchair, and I’ve been thinking about that woman all night….”

“I can explain.”

“I’m sure you can. People like you always do. What if Noah had been in the car with you? What if he was the one you left in a fucking wheelchair?”

“I made a mistake!”

“A mistake? A mistake? You paralyze someone for the rest of their life, and it’s just a simple mistake? Jesus! Who the hell are you?”

I tied up one bag, dragged it to the door, grabbed another. It was almost impossible to get my stuff in the bags because of my cast, but I was not going to be put off. I yanked shirts and pants off their hangers and stuffed them inside.

“We can talk about this,” he said.

“No, we can’t talk about this,” I returned.

“Why?”

“Because you have nothing to say that I want to hear. I don’t care if your mommy’s a mean old cunt who didn’t love you. I don’t care if your daddy’s a shrink who made you feel inadequate. I don’t care if you’re some trust fund brat who doesn’t know what to do with all the millions he’s going to inherit. I don’t fucking care! You whine about having three people in this marriage. Well, you’re wrong, because there’s four people in this marriage. There’s me and Noah, and then there’s you and your fucking drugs. And you and your fucking drugs can go straight to fucking hell with all the other losers who don’t give a shit about what they do to the people who love them.”

“We’ll work this out!” he exclaimed.

“That’s what I’m doing right now, Jack. I’m working this out. This is how we do it down here in Dixie.”

“But where are you going to go?”

“What’s it to you? Why don’t you go take some more of your goddamn pills, you selfish prick?”

Jackson looked like I had just smacked him in the chops with a golf club.

I continued to pack, feeling suddenly embarrassed—ashamed— that I didn’t have suitcases, that I was packing my clothes in trash bags. It seemed symbolic of my whole life.

“Wiley, stop,” he said at last, coming over to me, grabbing the bag from me.

“I’m leaving!”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’d like to see you stop me!”

“You’re not leaving, because I am. Or I will. I’ll get a place somewhere. If that’s what you want, I’ll go. I’m not going to let you and Noah suffer because of me.”

“I can’t afford this place,” I pointed out.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“I don’t want your fucking money!” I shouted. “Haven’t you figured that out yet? I don’t want anything from you. I wanted you. There’s a difference!”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

“You’re breaking my heart, and you think I’m being unreasonable? I’ll show you how goddamned unreasonable I can be!”

He shrank away from me, as if afraid I was going to attack him. Which I was. Or wanted to. I wanted to put my hands around his neck and choke the miserable life out of him. Instead I sat down on the bed and burst into tears.

2015About the author
meandstick2-cropped300Nick Wilgus lives in Tupelo, Mississippi – birthplace of Elvis – and is the author of SHAKING THE SUGAR TREE, best-selling novel about a single gay man whose deaf son helps him find a boyfriend. The sequel, STONES IN THE ROAD, was just released on January 30, 2015. The third book in the series, GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAINS, is expected in early 2016.

A Lambda Award-nominee, Wilgus is also the author of the Father Ananda murder-mystery series: Mindfulness and Murder, Sister Suicide and Killer Karma (Crime Wave Press). His works have been translated into French, German, Italian and Spanish.

Wilgus also wrote the script for the award-winning film Sop mai Ngeap, based on Mindfulness and Murder, produced by DeWarrenne Films in Bangkok, which was nominated for Best Screenplay by the Thai Film Association.

Wilgus sold his first short story, The Boogeyman in the Closet, to The Horror Show when he was 17.

Under the pen name Sulayman X, he also wrote Bilal’s Bread, Adventures of a Bird-Shit Foreigner, Tears of a Dragon, King of Storms and One Night in Bangkok: The Short Stories. Under the pen name of Jerome Wilde, he is the author of Boy Crucified: A Thomas Noel Mystery, available from DreamSpinner Press.

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