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Release Blitz and Giveaway! GOODNIGHT, MY ANGEL by SUE BROWN

 

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Angel Enterprises Series

Morning My Angel (Book #1) Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb:

Callum Ross has a tough decision to make. After years of working for the covert ops agency in the UK and owning his own security firm in the US, heís forced to choose between the business he loves, and the new fragile relationship with his partner, Josh Cooper.

A bottle of whiskey and almost being killed by a motorbike helps Cal make the decision, and he moves to the UK with plans to set up his own security consultancy. Then the head of the covert ops agency where Josh now works asks Cal for help. Agency operatives and their families are being injured or killed, including Calís friends.

Cal is asked to investigate with Joshís assistance. As the number of victims increase, theyíre aware either of them could be the next target for the killer. Josh wants Cal to back away from the investigation in case he gets hurt, but Cal refuses, putting a strain on their relationship.

Then they discover the motorbike incident wasnít an accident. Who tried to kill him, and why?

 

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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. She had an Aha moment and put pen to paper that same day. Sue 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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COVER REVEAL! Alpha Barman by Sue Brown

Today we welcome Sue Brown to Two Men for a cover reveal… and what a pretty cover it is! We’re looking forward to getting our grubby hands on this one.

Sue Brown – Alpha Barman

Release Date: November 24 2016
 
Blurb
 

Jake Tyler walked out of Special Ops two years ago, a devastated, broken man after he discovered his sister brutally murdered by her husband, Riley. Since then he’s found a kind of peace running a rural bar. The last thing Jake Tyler expects is his former team to turn up with grim news. Jake’s ex-brother-in-law has escaped from prison and is heading Jake’s way. The team is here to protect Jake, whether he likes it or not and a decision reluctantly shared by their leader, Jake’s ex-lover Mitch Mitchelson.

Mitch is angry and hurting. The man he trusted and the man he adored more than anything abandoned both his team and Mitch. Jake never gave Mitch a chance to help or come to terms with his desertion. Regardless of mission protocols, Mitch isn’t about to open his heart again to that kind of pain.

But the strong attraction between them can’t be denied. How are they ever going to work together when Mitch still resents Jake’s disappearance, and to Jake, the team represents everything that destroyed him in the first place? And meantime they wait for Riley to find them… and to settle the threat once and for all.

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. She had an Aha moment and put pen to paper that same day. Sue 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.

Come over and talk to Sue at:
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Her website can be found at:
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: Island Doctor by Sue Brown

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Sue Brown reveals the beautiful cover art of her upcoming book titled ISLAND DOCTOR coming out from Dreamspinner Press.

It releases on January 11, 2015.

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BLURB

Dr. Jeff Martin has spent five years as a rural general practitioner on the Isle of Wight hiding the fact he’s gay. He travels in secret to see his partner, Tris, but when he discovers Tris has been cheating on him, he ends their relationship. Then Jeff meets island native Cameron Gillard. Cameron is down to earth, lively, and treats Jeff like he’s the most important person in Cameron’s life. Jeff blooms under Cameron’s attention, and he decides to come out to his colleagues and friends.

Just when things are going well, Tris reappears out of the blue. Jeff is no longer interested in Tris, but it seems he has two men to convince. Tris, who can’t believe Jeff is serious about wanting to end their relationship, and Cameron, who can’t hide his jealousy of Tris. Jeff is certain about one thing—the only man he wants in his life is Cameron. Now he just needs to prove it to Cameron.

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Cover Art by L.C. Chase

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“He—they cheated on me.”

Jeff waited for the harsh words at his slipup, but they didn’t come. Instead she patted his shoulder.

“You did the right thing, then. No one should put up with that. You need to find yourself a nice boy.”

For some reason, Cameron Gillard popped into Jeff’s mind. “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am, pet,” she said briskly. “I have a son. He’s like you.”

Jeff blinked as he thought about that. “Is he happy?”

“He’s got a very nice man. They got married last year.”

He smiled at her. “I’m really happy for him.”

Sheila smiled back. “Me too. Peter’s a good man, and Evan is much happier now. He’s a vet, you know. Oh look, Bill’s coming back with the coffees.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT with GIVEAWAY: The Rogue Wolf by Sue Brown

Happy Release Day!
The Rogue Wolf

 

Blurb

Will Owen submit, or will the lone wolf run?

Shifter Owen Pope is a bitter man, a lone wolf, banished by his pack for defying his Alpha. He survives day by day, working as a laborer, sometimes living for months as a wolf. On the borders of Sapphire Ranch, he catches a scent that calls to his wolf as he hunts.

Then he’s cornered, trapped with nowhere to go, and Owen realizes to his horror that the delicious scent belongs to the human pointing a gun right between Owen’s eyes.

He escapes, only to be confronted by two wolves, and his world is turned when he realizes one of them is a shifter from his former pack. Owen has so many questions but he’s not sure he’s going to like the answers.

Zeke is huge and fierce to his co-workers in the Cavalry, but he has one desire; to protect Owen and create a life together. Will Owen submit, or will the lone wolf run?

The Sapphire Ranch Wolves series

#1 The Last Wolf

#2 The Hidden Wolf

#3 The Rogue Wolf

#4 The Forgotten Wolf (to come 2016)

#5 The New Wolf (to come 2016)

Excerpt

Zeke led Owen into the barn with the quad bikes. “You need to stay with me.”

“Can you keep up with me?” Owen wasn’t teasing. He could run fast, particularly with the sleep and food he’d had over the last couple of days.

“I think so.” Zeke swung his leg over the seat of the quad bike as Owen stripped off his clothes.

Owen shifted and looked at his mate. “Let’s go.” He started to run, hearing the quad bike cough into life and start following him.

He pushed hard, feeling the air burn in his lungs and the earth beneath his paws. This was what he needed. Exercise and connection to the universe. He couldn’t imagine being a human and not having a link to the world around him. Humans didn’t know what they were missing.

“Some humans,” Zeke corrected.

“You’ve known me for a couple of hours and you think you know everything?”  Owen meant it at as a tease but there was an element of truth in there. Being a shifter was so much more than most humans could ever imagine.

“I get the impression I’ll never know everything about you.”

“Damn right,” Owen agreed.

“I like that.”

Owen stumbled at the wave of satisfaction from Zeke. His big mate didn’t want simple. He liked Owen, as roughed-up and broken as he was. Owen wasn’t used to anyone wanting him for who he was.

“You were waiting for me.”

Owen laughed at him over the mate link. “You’re so full of it!” At Zeke’s amusement, Owen shivered with pleasure. “See if you can keep up with this—human!”

He forged on ahead, knowing he was going to reach the border of Sapphire Ranch soon and be on the old ranch’s deserted land. Aware of Zeke behind him, the quad drawing close, Owen had a decision to make. Part of him still wanted to run and keep running—a large part of him, if he were honest. But with his mate at his back, the moon was calling him to do something else.

“I’m here, Owen.”

Owen slowed before he reached the fence line, and turned to face Zeke, who stopped the quad. The moon glimmered off Zeke’s skin and Owen shivered again, this time with want. He wanted Zeke like he’d not wanted any other man. Owen had been hard from the minute he stepped into the diner. Now he wanted to do something about it. He shifted and walked up to the bike, knowing his intent was clear through the mate link and his body language.

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About the Author

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. Sue discovered M/M romance at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favourite television series. The kissing was hot and tender and Sue wanted to write about this men. 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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The Layered Mask by Sue Brown

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Blurb

Threatened by his father with disinheritance, Lord Edwin Nash arrives in London with a sole purpose: to find a wife. A more than eligible bachelor and titled to boot, the society matrons are determined to shackle him to one of the girls by the end of the season.
During a masquerade ball, Nash hides from the ladies vying for his attention. He is discovered by Lord Thomas Downe, the Duke of Lynwood. Nash is horrified when Downe calmly tells him that he knows the secret Nash has hidden for years and sees through the mask Edwin presents to the rest of the world.
And then he offers him an alternative.

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About the Author

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 got 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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GUEST POST, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: In-Decision by Sue Brown

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ABOUT THE BOOK

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Series: Left at the Crossroads #2

Author: Sue Brown

Length: 43,000 words/139 Pages

Release Date: April 15, 2015

Blurb: Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single village shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.”

Eighteen months ago Jason Havers lost the love of his life and it’s time to move on. Applying for the position of chef in a sleepy country pub, a million miles away from his previous life, may well be the fresh start he needs. His new employers immediately take him under their wing and before long he finds himself with a passel of new friends and a job he loves. What he doesn’t expect is Tom, a gorgeous midwife, who stirs up feelings he’s not ready to deal with.

But when someone from his previous life turns up in Little Mowbury, will Jason be able to keep them from revealing the secret he’s been keeping from those he’s come to love?

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Sue’s list of what not to say to an M/M romance writer.

“You write what?”

I’m faced with a table of lesbians, mouths open as they stare at me. Suddenly I know how it feels to be an insect under the microscope.

I smile sweetly. “Yes, I write gay romance.”

“But why?”

I give my usual answer. “Because I can.”

In fairness the ladies wanted to know why I didn’t write F/F, which is a change from most people who think I should write het. And I can see why F/F makes more sense to them.

Without trying to sound pretentious I write what’s in my head, and the voices talking to me in my head are guys, not girls.

I did try writing het. It wasn’t successful. I got a third of the way in and gave up. Some lovely readers  betaed it and they weren’t happy. I rewrote it and tried again. I failed miserably. They aren’t the voices that talk the loudest. If you can imagine living with Liam and Sam, or Luke and Simon, in your head, you’ll understand why I failed.

I want to be number 1 in Amazon. Of course I do. But if I achieve my goal I’ll do it with gay characters because that’s where my muse leads me.

Excerpt

Jason Havers drove down the narrow village street looking for the Thatcher’s Arms. The farmer’s directions to Little Mowbury had been clear enough, even if he had mumbled into his beard; turn left at the crossroads and keep driving.

“But when the hell am I meant to stop?” Jason muttered. He’d reached Little Mowbury and he still hadn’t found the bloody pub. He’d left plenty of time to find the place, not wanting to be late for the job interview, but there had been congestion on the motorway. The stupid satnav had given up with a mile and a half to go, leaving him cursing at the useless piece of technology and driving through unmarked country lanes for twenty minutes until he found a human who could give him directions. Now he had ten minutes to find the pub before he could kiss the interview goodbye. “It’s on the left,” he muttered. “On the left.”

Something out of the corner of his right eye caught his attention and he slammed on the brakes, missing the man who’d stepped out in front of him by a hair’s breath. The bloke actually had the gall to glare at him and give him the finger before he disappeared into one of the cottages.

His heart pounding, Jason sat back in the driver’s seat and stared after the arsehole. He shook his head in disbelief and said sarcastically, “Welcome to Little Mowbury, Jason.”

A loud honk behind him made Jason jump and he cursed as he stalled the engine before he finally managed to get the car started again. Waving his apology to the car behind, he pulled away and there it was, fifty yards down the road opposite the village green. A typical English village pub with a thatched roof, wooden tables outside and large hanging baskets everywhere.

Jason left the car at the edge of the green and jogged towards the pub. Then he stopped and squinted at the ridge of the roof, grinning as he spied the thatched duck perched on the top. He had three minutes before eleven o’clock. Not good but at least he wasn’t late. He paused in the doorway of the Thatcher’s Arms, his eyes adjusting to the dark interior after the brightness of the late morning sunshine.

“Come in, son. You’re making the place look untidy.”

Still blind from the sun, Jason moved towards the voice, which he discovered as he drew closer, belonged to an elderly lady who stood behind the bar.

“What can I get you?” she asked, looking at him expectantly. Her huge, dangling earrings rattled as she talked. Jason tried not to focus on them, but better to look at the earrings than her impressive chest which was really distracting, even for him.

“Uh… I’m Jason.”

She looked at him with a blank expression.

“Jason Havers. I’m here to interview for the chef’s position. We spoke on the phone?”

Her expression had moved on from blank to puzzled and Jason’s mind raced as he wondered whether he’d got the wrong day or time, or even the wrong fucking pub.

Then she beamed at him as she leaned on the bar. “Sorry, luv, I completely forgot. It’s been manic here this morning. We’ve only just cleared the breakfast crowd and we’ve got to get ready for lunch. Colin, he’s my hubby, isn’t feeling too chipper this morning and Rich, the other chef, has had to go to the dentist. I’m Maggie Mason.” She shook Jason’s hand. He resisted the desire to wince and flex his fingers as she let it go. For an elderly woman she had a bloody firm grip.

Jason looked around him. The bar was half-full but he could see the tables hadn’t been bussed and there were dirty glasses at one end of the bar. “Can I help? I can give you a hand with the lunch. That is, if you want me to, I mean….”

Maggie nodded and handed him an apron. “If you want a baptism by fire, you’re on. I’ll interview you as we go. Do you mind clearing the tables?”

“No problem.”

“Leave the dirty plates at that end of the bar and I’ll take ‘em through to the kitchen.”

Although Jason was a chef by trade, he’d done most of the jobs required in restaurants and pubs. He started at one end of the bar and worked down, removing the remains of the breakfasts and cleaning the tables. As Jason worked he was conscious of the other customers staring and whispering about him. Maggie grinned at him as he delivered the dirty plates.

“Are the locals giving you a hard time?”

Jason smirked. “They just want to know about the new boy in town.” He tilted his head at the two old gents sat in the snug. “Especially them.”

Maggie scowled at them but it was more affectionate than fierce and the old guys raised their pint glasses in response. “They’re the worst of the lot. Never tell them your business. It’ll be all round the village before you’ve had a chance to breathe.

“You’re the one who flaps her mouth, Maggie May.” An elderly man with an amazing amount of snow-white hair wrapped his arms around Maggie and tugged him against her.

She huffed but didn’t try to move away from him. “Jason, this is my husband, Colin. Ignore everything he says. I’m the one in charge.”

Colin shook Jason’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, Jason. We just let Maggie think she’s in charge—for a quiet life.”

“I understand,” Jason assured him then winked at Maggie, who burst out laughing.

“I like him. I think we’ll keep him.”

“You haven’t tried my cooking yet,” Jason pointed out.

Maggie looked at her watch. “You’d better get in the kitchen. Rich did the preparation before he left.”

Colin frowned at his wife. “I thought he was here for an interview?”

“We decided to make it a practical interview. He offered to help clear up.”

“Okay, son. The kitchen is all yours. I’ll show you round.” As Jason followed Colin he noticed the man shuffled one of his feet. Colin saw his gaze and shrugged. “I had a stroke the end of last year. I’m fine now but I still struggle walking any distance.”

“Is that why you’re looking for another chef?”

“Rich has been great. He’s picked up most of the shifts, but he’s found a girl in Southampton and he wants to spend more time with her. We agreed to split his shifts.”

Jason frowned. “So the job isn’t full-time?” He couldn’t afford to work part-time. Not now he was on his own.

“It is, but split over breakfast, lunch and dinner. You’ll have more than enough to do.” Colin opened the door to the kitchen.

“Wow.” Jason blinked as he looked at the stainless steel kitchen. He was hard put not to drool as he gazed around. “This looks new.”

“Almost,” Colin said. “We replaced it just before my stroke.”

“First orders, boys.” Maggie handed them to Jason, ignoring Colin’s outstretched hand. “Three mixed grills and hold the bacon on one of them.”

“Okay then.”

Colin limped to the fridge. “I’ll give you a hand if you want.”

Jason was about to protest he was fine on his own, but realised this was part of his interview. “Sounds good to me.”

They worked efficiently together with Colin holding back as Jason got the hang of the kitchen. Colin nodded in approval as he plated the order then Jason delivered the food to a family sitting in one corner of the bar.

He smiled at them all. “Who wants the no bacon?”

A teenage girl with soft curls and large eyes smiled shyly at him. “That’s mine.”

The man with her looked at his plate. “This looks amazing.” His stomach rumbled audibly and he blushed as his wife scolded him.

Jason grinned at them. “That’s what I like to hear. You’re my very first customers. Enjoy.”

As he walked past Maggie she handed him more orders. “It’s Thursday, so it’s liver and bacon day. Don’t forget the extra gravy for Deano Wells.”

Jason ruffled through the orders. “How will I know which one is his?”

“He’s usually the only one who orders liver and bacon,” Colin said drily.

Maggie shrugged. “We look after our customers.”

“Maggie has her favourites and they get whatever they want,” Colin said as they retreated to the kitchen. “I just shut up and do as I’m told.”

“Bollocks,” Maggie yelled behind them.

“I’ll make sure to do the same thing.” Jason deliberately raised his voice and smirked at Colin when Maggie responded with a loud snort.

“You’ll do just fine here,” Colin said.

Jason really hoped so because he hadn’t got nearly enough of this kitchen. “Tell me that at the end of the lunch session.”

 

Jason worked hard for a couple of hours until the rush died off. He was clearing up the last of the dishes when Maggie came in and handed him an envelope.

“What’s this?” He opened it to see a few ten pound notes.

“Your pay for today. You came for an interview, not to manage the kitchen. The job is yours if you want it.”

He cheered inside, but there were practical details to sort out. “I’ll need to find somewhere to stay. I couldn’t do this journey every day.”

Maggie pursed her lips before she said, “There’s a room upstairs if you want it. We used to run a B&B but after Colin’s stroke it became too much. There’s a room and a private bathroom.”

Jason hesitated for only a second. Although Maggie didn’t know it, this was the answer to his prayers. He had the chance to get away and make a fresh start. Away from David, and away from all the friends who looked at him as though he was broken. Those that had even bothered to stay.

“When do you want me to start?” He beamed at her and she grinned back.

“You can start Monday, but Saturday is Cricket Day for the village. Why don’t you stay Friday night and meet everyone before you start work?”

Jason opened his mouth to say it was too soon then closed it again. “Sure. I’ll drive over tomorrow evening, Mrs. Mason.”

Maggie held out her hand. “Welcome to the family, son. Call me Maggie.”

He dried his hand and shook it. “Thanks, Maggie. This means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome. Now finish cleaning those dishes.”

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she be found haunting coffee shops to feed her coffee addiction. She spends hours people-watching instead of typing. She feeds the plot bunnies, not the word count.

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

 

TOUR SCHEDULE

April 15: Diverse Reader || Multitasking Mommas || UK Gay Romance

April 16: Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words || Cia’s stories

April 17: Hearts on Fire Reviews || The Purple Rose Tea House

April 20: The Novel Approach

April 21: Prism Book Alliance

April 22: RJ Scott || Because Two Men Are Better Than One

April 23: Divine Magazine

April 24: Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

April 27: Anne Barwell || Love Bytes Reviews

April 28: MM Good Book Reviews

April 29: Bayou Book Junkie

April 30: BFD Book Blog || Rainbow Gold Reviews

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QUICK REVIEW: The Sky Is Dead by Sue Brown

The Sky Is Dead

The Sky Is Dead
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The Blurb

Danny is young, gay, and homeless. He lives in the park, preferring to avoid attention, but when thugs confront a stranger, Danny rushes to his rescue. He and the would-be victim, Harry, form a cautious friendship that deepens months later, when Harry persuades Danny to visit his home. Daring to believe he has found happiness, Danny finds his world turned upside down yet again when tragedy strikes.

Until he runs out of options, Danny won’t trust anyone. Finally he has to accept the offer of a home, and Danny becomes David, but adjusting to a new life isn’t easy. When he meets the mysterious Jack, it stirs up feelings he thought were long gone. Can David dare to allow himself to love? Or will the truth bring his new world tumbling down around him?

What did I think?

Great plot, dialogue and ending.

I loved Danny for the way he survived on the streets and he never lost his humanity. There are a lot of realistic parts of this story which made me want to read it and I really appreciated the mix with a dose of unrealistic moments, like how he met Harry, Sylvia and Mary.

If this story would have been totally realistic, I reckon, I would have been gutted,  walking around with swollen eyes from crying. The  writer blended reality with HEA ending really well. The story gives a good insight towards homeless issues as well as the goodness and darkness in humanity. I loved the pace of the story too…

A great story that I would read it again. 4 stars.

Lily x

About the Author

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 got 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 & GIVEAWAY: Un-Expected by Lisa Worrall

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ABOUT THE BOOK

 

CoverTitle: Un-Expected

Series: Left at the Crossroads #1

Author: Lisa Worrall

Length: 43,654 words/182 Pages

Published Date: February 25, 2014

Blurb: Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.”

After being dumped on graduation day by the love of his life, Harry Boyd, Micah Lewis returned to the sleepy village he grew up in. Living next door to his mother wasn’t his best idea, granted, but when your heart was broken, there really was no place like home.

Six years later, secure and content in his job as midwife for a local birthing centre, the last person he expected to move into Lilac Cottage across the street from him was Harry Boyd. Seeing Harry again sends Micah into a tailspin and opens wounds he thought had long since healed. Although, Harry himself isn’t the only issue Micah has to face. That would be Harry’s very beautiful and very pregnant partner, Selena. But is everything as it seems?

INTERVIEW

Today we are thrilled to welcome, Lisa Worrall who is answering some of our questions on the release of her new book, Un-Expected. This sounds exactly the sort of story I love. I love stories set in small town or village locations, and adore books about second chances at love.

Firstly, the location. Can you tell us a little more about Little Mowbury and how this came to be the setting for the story?

Lisa: I had been thinking about writing a story set in the UK countryside for a while and had already made a start on a story about a midwife, so when Sue said she wanted us to write a series together set in the UK, it all fell into place.

Can you share with us a little about Micah and the type of life he leads in Little Mowbury?

Lisa: Micah is a midwife in a small birthing centre in the local town about forty-five minutes outside of Little Mowbury. He lives in a tiny one bedroom cottage next door to his mum and has long become used to the fact that no secret is safe.

The blurb tells us Harry dumped Micah, and he has Selena in tow. Intriguing! Can you reveal any secrets that aren’t mentioned in the blurb? Please. 🙂

Lisa: Hmm, not without giving one of the big secrets away but, I can say that, Selena is not quite who you think she is.

Micah or Harry? Which character is closest to your heart?

Lisa: Micah, definitely. He is fiercely loyal and has a big heart.

What are you currently working on? I see the next book in the series is by Sue Brown. Will we see more from you in this series.

Lisa: Yes. There are six books in the series and we are writing three each, so I’m already working on book 3 which I’m hoping to have out in June… but that’s a very loose date 🙂

What book is currently on your bedside table (or your eReader)? We’d love to know what you’re reading!

Lisa: I’m currently reading The Chauffeur by Serena Yates and I’m really enjoying it. It’s book one in her Love in the Workplace Series, so I’ll be working my way through the series 🙂

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Micah’s pulse raced. This was it. A million thoughts flew through his mind, too fast for him to latch onto a single one. He swallowed hard as a fresh spurt of blood covered his fingertips. Glancing up at the pale face, etched in a mask of agony, frightened blue eyes staring back at him, he summoned up what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” he said softly, reaching up to squeeze limp fingers. “Stay with me. We’re gonna do this together. You and me.”

“You said… it would be… walk in the park.”

“Well… more like a brisk jog,” Micah grinned.

“Bastard.”

“That’s it, get pissed off,” he encouraged, not batting an eye as he lifted his best friend’s bare foot onto his shoulder. If he had time to think about it, he might have considered it quite bizarre that he was seeing quite so much of said best friend, but he was far too busy trying to deliver her baby to think about anything else. Micah swept two fingers around the perineum as another contraction hit and the baby’s head crowned for the third time. “Another push, Sarah and we’ll have the head. Bear down and we can meet this beautiful boy.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Micah scoffed as Sarah’s body ignored her protestations and concentrated on the job it was made to do. “You are doing it. Bear down, that’s it… keep it coming…” The contraction slowly receded and he gave her thigh an encouraging squeeze. “Fantastic job, darlin’. One more and we’ll be singing happy birthday, won’t we, Dad?”

“The only thing he’ll be singing is soprano,” Sarah panted as she flopped back onto the pillow. “You touch me again and I’ll cut your dick off!”

Micah bit back his snort of laughter at the understanding nod from Gary, Sarah’s adoring husband, as he smoothed her hair off her sweat-dampened forehead. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard something along those lines and he was more than certain it wouldn’t be the last. He was also fairly sure that in a couple of years Sarah would be saying the same thing again. Sarah’s belly hardened beneath his hand and he looked at the monitor as the contraction began to build strength. The baby’s heartbeat started to climb, which was perfectly normal. This was it. He felt that familiar frisson of excitement flow through him and he moistened his lips. “Okay, Sarah,” he said briskly. “I know you’re tired, but we’re nearly there. Deep breath in and push!”

He kept up a steady stream of encouragement, and whooped when the baby’s head didn’t slip back down the birth canal after the next contraction. Then the head was delivered to a resounding scream from Sarah. “Sarah, honey, stop pushing. I don’t want you to tear,” Micah instructed firmly. “I need you to listen to my voice. I want you to pant, and with the next contraction we’ll have a baby.”

“I can’t… I changed my mind.”

“Probably should have thought of that before you had that early night, Webb,” Micah shot back. The next contraction began almost straight away and Micah briefly gripped Sarah’s knee. “This is it, baby. I want little pushes while I ease him out. That’s it… another one… fantastic, honey. Blow your breath out. Think about all the blow jobs you gave behind 4C… yes… just like that….” Micah let out another yell as two shoulders slipped easily into the world followed by the rest of Sarah and Gary’s baby boy, his Godson.

Once the cord had stopped pulsing Micah clamped it and held the scissors out to Gary. “Come on, Daddy. I’ve done my part…” Gary was in a state of euphoric shock. Micah had to steady his hand as the other man cut the cord in between the clamps, and Baby Boy Webb was on his own. Micah rose with the baby in his arms and placed him on Sarah’s breast, not quite being able to join in the celebration; he wasn’t done yet.

While Sarah and Gary laughed, cried and stared in exhausted amazement at their new son, Micah efficiently drew the Pitocin into a syringe and injected it into Sarah’s thigh. Not that she noticed. He shook his head with a soft smile as he placed his hand on her abdomen, waiting for the injection to take effect. In the five years he’d been one of the midwives here at Cherry Tree Birthing Centre, he didn’t think any woman had ever paid attention when he’d administered the drug designed to deliver the placenta.

Thankfully the final stage of labour didn’t take long, and within twenty minutes he had weighed and discarded the disc-like placenta after checking it was intact. Turning back to Sarah, he surveyed his handiwork.

“You can stop staring at my girl parts now,” Sarah said sarcastically. “You’re done down that end… get your arse further north.”

“Sorry,” Micah said with a wide grin. “But I’m damn good. Not a single tear. Actually, if it weren’t for the fact that you shit yourself, you would never know you just had a baby.”

“You are seriously disturbed,” Sarah shook her head and gazed back down at her son. “If Uncle Micah ever tries to tell you the story of your birth, kick him in the shins and run like hell. Mummy would like to try and retain a little dignity.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Micah cooed, gently lifting the baby from Sarah’s arms. “We are going to have some serious fun, little man. I’m going to teach you all the ways to make your mummy get that crinkle above her nose when she’s piss—sorry—ticked off. I’m also going to fill you full of E-numbers, additives and preservatives, then send you home to your parents. It’s my job, no matter what Mummy says. It’s on page one of the Uncle Handbook. Right there with getting you your first lap dance when you’re twenty-one.”

“He’s ten minutes old, Lewis,” Sarah griped. “Don’t start corrupting him already.”

Micah chuckled softly as he gently lowered the baby into the scales. He made a note of his weight before measuring his length and his head. He completed all the tests he needed to do and updated his notes, then quickly administered the vitamin K injection, mumbling soothing noises as the baby let out a wail. With practiced ease, he fastened a nappy, and dressed the tiny boy in a vest and a baby-gro before wrapping him in the blanket Gary handed him. Picking the baby up, he dropped a gentle kiss on his soft skin and then placed him in his father’s arms. He settled himself in the chair in the corner and proceeded to finish the rest of his notes, allowing Sarah and Gary some alone time with their new son.

Watching the way Sarah stared in stunned awe at the baby had Micah swallowing past the lump in his throat. She was a year older than him, and she and Gary had already been trying for three years before they moved back to the tiny village where Sarah and Micah had grown up. That had been four years ago, so it had been seven years of miscarriages and three costly IVF treatments before they were able to see the beautiful puffy little face now yawning up at them.

“Look at him,” Gary grinned happily. “You’d think he’d done all the work. Who does he look like?”

“You,” Sarah replied immediately. “Poor little sod… and my dad.”

“He looks like Winston Churchill,” Micah piped up, not lifting his gaze from his notes. “All babies look like Winston Churchill… it’s the law.”

“You’re a knob, Micah,” Sarah shot back. “I’m going to rescind the Godfather invitation if you’re not careful.”

Micah closed her file and slipped his pen into the top pocket of his scrubs. Standing up he walked over to the bed and stroked a gentle finger over the baby’s downy cheek. “You can’t. I have to have some kind of reward for wiping your arse.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. “He is eight and half pounds of perfect, Sare. You did good.” Raising an eyebrow he tilted his head as he gazed down at the little boy he was planning to spoil within an inch of his life. “Are you seriously going to saddle him with,” he faked a shudder, “that name?”

“It was my father’s name,” Gary said firmly. “And his father’s name before him. It’s tradition.”

“Then why is your name Gary?” Micah reasoned. “Doesn’t it tell you something when your own mother refused to carry on the tradition? How can you do it to him? He’s going to get his arse severely kicked his entire life.”

“Shut up the two of you,” Sarah sighed heavily with a roll of her eyes. “Micah, get over it. We like it, it’s cute. Now hold your Godson… Algernon Micah Webb.”

Supporting the baby’s head in the crook of his elbow, Micah kissed him softly. “Don’t worry, Algie. When you’re eighteen I’ll pay for you to get it changed.”

 

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TOUR SCHEDULE

 

April 1: Joyfully Jay || Anne Barwell

April 2: Prism Book Alliance

April 3: Foxylutely Books || Love Bytes Reviews

April 6: Divine Magazine

April 7: MM Good Book Reviews || Because Two Men Are Better Than One || Charlie Cochet

April 8: Diverse Reader || Hearts on Fire Reviews

April 9: Nic Starr

April 10: Bayou Book Junkie || Elisa – My Reviews and Ramblings

April 13: Cia’s stories || Wicked Faeries Tales & Reviews

April 14: Rainbow Gold Reviews || Gay Media Reviews || Multitasking Mommas

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I live in Southend-on-Sea, a small seaside town just outside London on the South East coast of Essex, England that boasts the longest pier in the world; where I am ordered around by two precocious children and a dog who thinks she’s the boss of me. I’ve been writing seriously for three years now and love giving voice to the characters warring to be heard in my head, and am currently petitioning for more hours in the day, because I never seem to have enough of them.

 

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Win a copy of Lisa Worrall’s ‘Un-expected’ and 3 runners up will get to pick any one of Sue Brown’s books!

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COMING SOON

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Series: Left at the Crossroads #2

Author: Sue Brown

Length: 43,000 words/139 Pages

Release Date: April 15, 2015

Blurb: Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single village shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.”

Eighteen months ago Jason Havers lost the love of his life and it’s time to move on. Applying for the position of chef in a sleepy country pub, a million miles away from his previous life, may well be the fresh start he needs. His new employers immediately take him under their wing and before long he finds himself with a passel of new friends and a job he loves. What he doesn’t expect is Tom, a gorgeous midwife, who stirs up feelings he’s not ready to deal with.

But when someone from his previous life turns up in Little Mowbury, will Jason be able to keep them from revealing the secret he’s been keeping from those he’s come to love?

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Excerpt and Giveaway: Sue Brown’s Frankie’s Series

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Frankie & Al is the first book of Sue Brown’s Frankie’s series. I really enjoyed the book. It was easy to read with nice appealing characters. I related to the corporate components of the story – I’m sure I’ve worked in an office just like Frankie’s and been sent off to similar team-building retreats! The stand out for me was the humour in the story. Frankie was cute and Carol was a blast. This was a light and fun story.

Below is an excerpt. Do check it out as I really think you’ll enjoy it.

There’s also a Giveaway and a sneak peak at Anthony & Leo, book 3 in the series!

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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!

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.

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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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About 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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GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: The Next Call by Sue Brown

Today we are pleased to host Sue Brown, as she releases her new book, The Next Call. Check out her Guest Post below and don’t forget to enter the Giveaway.

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Guest Post

When I submitted this story I knew I was taking a risk. The Next Call is not your conventional boy meets boy love story. Nothing about it is conventional. I’m just lucky that Dreamspinner are prepared to take chances with me and I appreciate it very much.

I’ve just answered an interview question on whether where I live affects the way I write. I had to think about that for a while, because I’ve written books set in various places, from the UK and America, to cities and rural ranches.

I think though I’m most comfortable when I’m writing about what I know, which is not exactly unexpected. I live in outer London, a suburban lifestyle. It’s quiet and sedate, not a city buzz or a village life. Life in suburbia can be very anonymous. Most people commute to work, whether into London or another town. If you work all day, often you have no idea who your neighbours are.

Often my ‘towns’ are a mixture of three or four near me. The park in The Sky is Dead is down the road from me. The office building in Ed & Marchant is where my ex works, fifteen miles away from where it’s actually meant to be. The veterinary practice in Hairy Harry’s Car Seat is actually my vets where I take my dogs.

The Next Call is set in Surrey, again the details are fairly anonymous. Maybe one day I’ll take my camera and take you on a tour of my books. It would be fun to show you some of the places that make up my world.

On the blog tour I want to highlight the amazing work LGBT helplines and charities do for people who really need them. I’ve focused on the UK because that is where I live. Please take the time to look at their sites.

This helpline has recently celebrated its fortieth birthday, having been in existence since 1974. It went from 5 hours in the evening to 24 hours a day. The London Lesbian & Gay Switchboard’s (LLGS) information and support helpline has provided support to over 3 million people, and more people seek help from the LGBT community database, www.turingnetwork.org.uk. They’ve supported people through discriminatory legislation, the AIDS crisis, and the bombing of the Admiral Duncan pub in London to name a few examples.

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Mark Grayson volunteers for an LGBT helpline, the same one that helped him through his teenage years. One day he takes a call from “Ricky,” a suicidal man being forced into a marriage he doesn’t want. For weeks Mark talks to Ricky and provides support, but he’s frustrated by the lack of information Ricky provides and the decisions he’s making. In the meantime, Mark starts a relationship with another volunteer. Then tragedy strikes and Mark takes time away from the helpline, but when he comes back, Ricky is waiting. Mark realizes Ricky is stronger than before and their relationship changes, but Mark isn’t sure what their future holds if their relationship is destined to be at the end of the phone.

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Giveaway

Because two of her book tours (for The Next Call and Stolen Dreams) are going to run simultaneously, we have decided we would have a common giveaway for both the tours! It makes for an awesome giveaway as you’ll see 😀

There will be FIVE winners chosen from this contest:

  • First Winner will get a $20 Amazon Gift Card.
  • Second Winner will get a paperback copy of Stolen Dreams. (The contest is open for everyone and not limited to a specific region!)
  • First Runner up will get e-copies of The Next Call and Stolen Dreams
  • Two Second Runners up will win an e-copy of either The Next Call or Stolen Dreams.

Contest Begins: 26th January, 2015

Contest Ends: 28th February, 2015

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About the Author

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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