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Guest Blogger: Sue Brown

It’s a first!  I’m hosting a guest blogger this week — fellow author and long-distance friend (she lives in the UK), Sue Brown.  I could say wonderful things about her (I certainly enjoy her writing!), but I’ll let her speak for herself.  After the blog, she’s been kind enough to supply us with a short bio and an excerpt from her current novel, The Isle of… Where?, which is available through Dreamspinner Press.

I am asked on a regular basis how I can write gay romance. Actually what they normally say is gay porn and that’s the point I roll my eyes and contemplate tearing their heads off.

Let me say this slooooowly.

I don’t write gay porn. Ro-mance. Re-la-tion-ships.  Okay?

With men.

Yes, with men.

Two men.

You’re on the ball today. Yes, with two men.  Sometimes more. Otherwise it would be het or femme fiction.

But why men? You’re a woman.

So good of you to notice. What gave it away?

Why don’t you write about a man and a woman?

Because I don’t want to.

But…

Yes?

They’re men. Isn’t that icky?

Did you mean sticky? Hopefully.

There’s usually a horrified face at this point. I’m good. I don’t point out that het sex is icky too. Still have bodily fluids, chaps.

So… how do you know what happens?

What happens?

You know…

Is this twenty questions? You’re an adult. Ask a bloody straight question.

You know, between two men?

Are we back to sex again?

*whispers* How do you know what they do?

Me. I can keep a straight face now. IKEA produce a guide. Stick cock A in hole B. It’s a fantastic guide. Not in English of course and the diagrams are bizarre but you can still recognize the…

You’re taking the piss, aren’t you?

Oh yeah.

I was only asking. No need to be sarky.

At this point my companion used to stop, but now, oh no, the torture doesn’t stop there. It carries on… and on.

You write sex?

Haven’t we just been there? Yes I write sex.

Why don’t you write…

Please don’t say it, please, please, please don’t  say it…

Fifty Shades of Grey.

You had to frigging say it, didn’t you?

Well?

Because it’s been written already.

But you could make millions.

Plagiarism. Heard of that?

But…

Look, I don’t write het and I don’t write BDSM.

But…

And if you say Brokeback I am going to kill you. Slowly, painfully and you are going to wish you’d never brought the subject up. Do you understand?

You’re very touchy, aren’t you?

Yes, yes I am.

So there we are, folks. Identikit questions. Identikit answers.

The next topic of conversation is the book that is burning inside of every person who discovers I’m a writer. I have a very short answer to that.

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 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.

She can be found at her website, her Facebook, and twitter.

The Isle of… Where?

Blurb:

When Liam Marshall’s best friend, Alex, loses his fight with colon cancer, he leaves Liam one final request: buy a ticket to Ryde, on the Isle of Wight, and scatter Alex’s ashes off the pier. Liam is tired, worn out, and in desperate need of a vacation, but instead of sun, sea, sand, and hot cabana boys, he gets a rickety old train, revolting kids, and no Ewan MacGregor.

Liam would have done anything for his friend, but fulfilling Alex’s final wish means letting go of the only family Liam had left. Lost, he freezes on the pier… until Sam Owens comes to his rescue.

Sam’s family has vacationed on the Isle of Wight every year for as long as he can remember, but he’s never met anyone like Liam. Determined to make Liam’s vacation one to remember, Sam looks after him—in and out of the bedroom. He even introduces Liam to his entire family. But as Sam helps Liam let go, he’s forced to admit that he wants Liam to hang on—not to his old life, but to Sam and what they have together.

Excerpt:

The beach was empty, miles of golden sand laid out for them to dig up. It was also freezing, and Liam shivered. It hadn’t occurred to him to bring a jacket, and the wind whipping off the sparkling waves sucked any heat from the sun.

“You’re shivering,” Sam said unnecessarily. “Here.” He slipped off the hoodie he was wearing, holding it out so that Liam could slip it over his head.

“Then you’ll get cold,” Liam pointed out.

“Put it on,” Sam insisted.

Giving in, because he was fucking freezing, Liam tugged on the soft gray hoodie. It drowned him a little, but it was warm and Liam didn’t care. He cared even less when he looked up and saw the open lust in Sam’s eyes.

“You like me wearing your clothes, huh?”

Sam swallowed and Liam had the feeling that if they weren’t in the open, Sam would have jumped him. As it was, he got up close, too close.

“I wanna fuck you wearing that hoodie and nothing else,” Sam whispered in Liam’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over Sam’s neck. There was no need to whisper, no one was in earshot, but it was hot as hell, and Liam couldn’t help the hitch of breath or the moan that escaped him. But because Sam was talking about fucking, Liam had to retort.

“Just remember, I do the fucking.”

“If you wear this hoodie and your arse is bare, I don’t care who fucks who.”

Liam swallowed hard. Sam chuckled and brushed a quick kiss over his lips.

“Sandcastles.”

“Huh?” Liam was soaking up the way Sam filled his senses. Words took a while longer to process.

To his regret, Sam took a step back. “Sandcastles,” he repeated. “Otherwise things could get interesting out here, and much as people like me, I don’t think they’d forgive a display of bare-arsed man-loving in a hurry.”

Sadly, Sam was probably right, and Liam had to postpone the thought of throwing Sam down on the sand for another time. It didn’t occur to him until much later that he was already planning to spend more time with Sam.

Sam jogged back to Molly and picked up the kids’ buckets and spades from the pea-sized trunk. Liam had been firmly corrected and told it was the boot. Whatever. It was still miniscule.

He handed Liam the purple spade and the orange bucket, keeping rainbow ones for himself. When Liam protested, Sam just gave him a look.

“You got my hoodie. Now stop complaining.”

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“Saturn in Retrograde” has been released!

My time-travel novella Saturn in Retrograde (part of the Time is Eternity Daily Dose anthology at Dreamspinner) was released this weekend!

So far it’s received a couple excellent reader reviews/ratings over on Goodreads and a very nice comment here on my blog!

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A Beautiful Ad For Marriage Equality From The UK

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Final Edits Done On “Saturn In Retrograde”!

My time-travel romance, Saturn In Retrograde, is now finished the final editing stage and all that’s left is to wait until it’s released in June 2012!  Anyone interested in order the entire Time Is Eternity anthology can click on the cover image.  Otherwise, my story will be available for individual purchase in June.

This is the finalized cover art, designed by the wonderful Catt Ford.  It has a terrific 1970s-style science fiction feel that perfectly fits the story, and I couldn’t be happier with it!

Also, there will be a chat on the LiteraryNymphsChat Yahoo! group this coming Saturday, May 5th, starting at Noon EST and going all day.  The chat will include me and as many of the other authors who are in the Time Is Eternity anthology as can be rounded up.  So if you’d like to chat with us, please stop by!

(Is that enough exclamation points, or should I add some more?)

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Getting Depressed For Fun and Profit

Well, not very depressed.  More like the kind of delicious depression we settle into when we watch a movie like Brokeback Mountain or read a book like A Separate Peace.

With the first edits done on Saturn in Retrograde, I’ve begun another project, tentatively called Billy’s Bones.  (Not a great title, so I’ll probably change it.)   Like By That Sin Fell the Angels, which I can’t wait to begin editing, this is a contemporary, and I’m going for a stark, realistic feel.  Unlike By That Sin…, it’s a romance, so I’m hoping it will appeal to a wider audience.

Billy’s Bones is about a psychologist (Tom) and the suicidal patient (Kevin) he treats at the beginning of the novel.  Kevin bails on the counseling, when things get too intense for him, but Tom meets up with him again years later, after buying a house in the country and discovering that Kevin is one of his neighbors.  The two begin to fall in love (of course), but Kevin is haunted by repressed memories of a tragic series of events in his childhood and he can never be happy until the secret he’s buried is uncovered.

I won’t give specifics about the Deep Dark Secret, but really there aren’t a lot of childhood traumas to choose from in a story like this.  We’re pretty much stuck with sexual abuse, physical violence in various forms, or traumatic events such as car accidents or fires.

As much as I love fantasy and science fiction, there’s something immensely satisfying about delving deep into the psyches of ordinary people who just happen to be screwed up.  Not screwed up to the point of being serial killers (I went through a phase of loving serial killer books and films in college, and I’m pretty much done with that), but screwed up in a way that a lot of people are.  Just magnify it a bit.

 

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“Saturn in Retrograde” has been accepted for publication!

This is the fastest I’ve ever received an acceptance of a submission: 6 days!  But it probably has more to do with deadline pressure than my brilliant writing:  Dreamspinner wants the anthology to be released in early June.

I’m very excited about it!  Not only did Saturn in Retrograde turn out to be something I’m rather proud of, but a release in June keeps me in the public eye.  It’s bad to go more than a year between releases, if you’re trying to build up a readership (or at least I’ve read that the “magic number” in the publishing world is a new release in not more than a year and a half, if you don’t want people to forget about you).  And although I did have a release in December (The Dogs of Cyberwar), and it garnered some nice reviews, it didn’t sell particularly well.  Seiðman will possibly be released this year, but I’m not sure yet.  So a new release in June is good.

In the meantime, I’ve been struggling with Shinosuke again, my re-telling of a 17th-century samurai love story.  I’ve written about five thousand words in the past two weeks, which is hardly a great pace.  It’s been pretty awful, in fact.  I was blaming the slow progress in the first week on having my attention focused on getting Saturn in Retrograde out the door, but I don’t have much to blame the slow progress of the past week on.  I have a handle on the manners of the period, now.  At least, enough so that I don’t have to worry about it constantly.  And I like the story.  But for some reason, it’s hard to write it.

I guess the only thing is to keep plugging away at it.

In other news, Dreamspinner Press is hosting a workshop for its writers in New York City this week and I’ll be there!  I’ll be hopping on board a train with my friend, Claire Curtis (who needs to be there for moral support — travel gives me panic attacks), Thursday, at 9:17am in that wretched time of day some more optimistic people like to call “morning” and returning Sunday night.  No doubt, I will achieve some kind of writerly enlightenment somewhere in the middle.

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