Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Summer's Song

I'm writing Summer's Song at the moment with a planned released date of August 15th. It will be a YA short like Summer's Dawn.

Summer is freedom, sunshine and the first kiss.

Like most teenagers, Jesse longs for summer vacation. For him it's a chance to get away from the bullying and the beatings, and to be the one thing he can't be at home. Himself.

An unedited excerpt of the start.

Most kids longed for the school bell. The one that signaled the end of the school year and the start of the long summer vacation. At sixteen years old Jesse Hartnell was no exception. For him the bell meant one thing; the end of nine months of  the jocks sticking their feet out to trip him up and then laughing at the faggot sprawled on the floor and the shrill giggles of their girlfriends. The start of the summer vacation meant freedom of a kind that Jesse only had for a few precious months of the year and he wasn’t going to waste a single moment.

Unlike most of the kids at his school Jesse didn’t go to summer camp. His mom didn’t approve of any camps except those run by her church, but she and Jesse’s dad still had to work. She sent Jesse to stay with her sister-in-law every summer. Mrs. Hartnell knew that Vi was a godly woman and would do right by Jesse, making him go to church twice during the week and three times on Sundays. When Jesse go old enough to travel by himself she packed him onto the Greyhound bus with a lunchbox and instructions not to annoy anyone. Mrs. Hartnell was proud of her son. Jesse never complained. He knew better.

Jesse sat on the bus for the fourteen hours it took to get his Auntie Vi, staring out of the window as the bus slowly ate up the miles towards his freedom. He’d been going to Auntie Vi’s house for eleven years. When he was little it never occurred to him that she was a good woman just to accept her sister’s off-spring dumped on her for four months. Auntie Vi didn’t have kids. She’d never got married, and shared what had been her parents’ house with a roommate, Beth-Mae Larimer. Auntie Beth was a vibrant women, with a loud laugh and a penchant for colorful clothing. Jesse loved her. His mom felt Vi should find someone more demure but Auntie Vi told her to hush. She was the only one who could. Certainly not her husband or son.

Only once had Jesse’s Pa ever defied his wife, and that was after Jesse had been beaten black and blue by two of the boys from the church. Then his mom had insisted Jesse spend the summer at church camp ‘to fix what the Devil had wrought’ but John Hartnell had quietly and firmly told his wife that Jesse was going to his sister’s and that was final. Nothing more was said; not to his wife and certainly not to Jesse. That summer had been different. Instead of going to find his friends Jesse had spent it hiding in his room at Auntie Vi’s. He was broken but not in the way his mom had thought. 

Monday, 27 July 2015

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Sunday, 26 July 2015

Blast from the Past: With A Kick Series

It's time to give my ice-cream shop series with Clare London lots of love. We are in the middle of writing Double Scoop, Patrick and Lee's story.

With A Kick by Clare London and Sue Brown 

A Twist and Two Balls (WAK#1)
Buylinks here
Eduardo Mancini is going to be a star of the London stage and screen. Or that was the plan. His alter ego Eddy March hasn’t got further than the chorus and a bit part in a TV series. His parents aren’t supportive, his agent can’t place his particular skills, and he’s finding it hard to hang onto his young dreams. Things go from bad to worse when he’s late for an important audition, hasn’t got enough money to pay the taxi fare, and is chased across the streets of Soho by the irate driver.
Eddy reaches what he believes is sanctuary – With A Kick, a store where ice creams are blended with alcohol and imagination, and where his friends can help him. But Nuri the taxi driver is persistent in his steady pursuit, above and beyond the money he’s owed. Despite their very different characters and background, Eddy and Nuri’s relationship goes from a complete unknown to a wary balancing act. There are still mistakes to be made, and hurdles to clear. And both of them have to admit that their life so far hasn’t gone the way they planned.
But maybe being caught by Nuri was just what Eddy’s career needed – both for his job and his heart.

Hissed as a Newt (WAK#2)
Buylinks here
 "All guys do emotional just in different ways. I eat ice-cream, you get drunk in the gutter…”
A drunk clown rolling around in the gutter is not what David Wright expects to find as he walks to With A Kick, his favourite ice-cream shop. David has had a lousy day. A literary agent has crushed his dreams and all he wants is the consolation of alcoholic ice-cream. He’s about to walk away when he realises the clown has been dumped by his boyfriend. On a whim, David takes the clown into With A Kick before he gets arrested. Underneath the smeared make-up, he meets Stan, who has just found his boyfriend and best friend getting more than friendly. Over ice-cream, David and Stan discuss their problems and discover maybe they can help each other

Slap and Tickle (WAK#3)

Bryan Harrison is a successful accountant and a man who admires order and self-discipline. It’s a startling break from his routine when he literally bumps into Phiz Bussman outside With A Kick. Phiz’s lifestyle and behaviour are in complete contrast to Bryan’s, and appear totally chaotic. But they each recognise something in the other that they need.

Bryan has been helping With A Kick with its financial difficulties, and is finding it difficult to balance his professional persona with friendship with the owners. But then he’s always found it tricky to expose his more vulnerable feelings. His cool facade hides loneliness: he believes he’ll never find a lover who accepts and welcomes his secret desire.

Whereas Phiz is all about exposure: he’s defined by his cheerful but clumsy liveliness, his open-hearted emotions, and his physical needs. Despite that, he’s lonely as well. He craves someone who will help him bring purpose and focus into his life, and admits freely he needs a firm hand – in every way.

If they can both accept a friendship that’s destined for more, Bryan may be just the man to provide it.

Bells and Balls (WAK#4)

Rob Barker had plans for his weekend and they didn’t involve struggling through the pre-Christmas crowds with the five-year-old niece he barely knows. Left with no choice, he grudgingly takes Pearl to see the sights of London but, instead of following the list his sister-in-law gives him, Rob takes her to With A Kick, an ice-cream shop with a difference. 

His plan is foiled when he discovers With A Kick is closed for a private children's party, but the owners kindly let Pearl join in. Rob’s mood improves considerably as he watches Father Christmas hand out presents. Not only is Santa a hot red-head under the beard, he is also one of his rugby team-mates, Mick, a man Rob has always lusted after. After Mick confesses a mutual interest, he agrees to meet Rob at With A Kick’s evening party—where there are definitely no kids - or girls - allowed. 

Pluck and Play (WAK#5)

Everyone knows Curtis Wilson around the Soho business scene: a hard-working, budding young entrepreneur, who can get you supplies of whatever you need, and always with a joke and a laugh. Only Curtis knows that’s a purely public persona. Secretly, he’s still licking his wounds after being beaten up by his ex-lover, and he’s not about to let his guard down again.

Handsome Riley Richmond was born to be a cowboy, on his father’s side at least. But after his parents’ deaths, he finds himself stranded this side of the Atlantic, an anachronism in the bustling capital, and without financial capital. His consolation is his music, albeit he’s not a very successful busker and he loses his only decent piano gig after standing up for Curtis against a homophobic bully.

After that, they keep meeting, partly by accident, partly by Riley’s design. He’s smitten, and doesn’t mind letting Curtis know. Their music brings them together – Riley’s guitar playing and Curtis’ sharp, sexy poetry are a powerful combination. But Curtis still has some unfinished business with his ex-lover that he’s struggling to handle on his own. Riley intends to be the man Curtis calls on for help, whether he likes it or not. He’ll do whatever it takes to show Curtis that people can still be trusted to be honest and caring – even if it means walking them both into danger.

Saturday, 25 July 2015

The Island Doctor: Isle#5

The last few weeks I've been writing up a storm with The Island Doctor, a spin-off from my Isle series. I'm thrilled to say Dreamspinner accepted my submission and it will be published at the start of 2016.
All our Isle boys are in there, although two of the couples are having a rough time at the moment. Yes, I'm sorry, *hangs head*, you know what I'm like with throwing in a little angst. But I promise to make it up as the series goes on. All my boys get a Happy Ever After - eventually.

A draft blurb for Island Doctor:

Dr Jeff Martin has spent five years as a GP on the Isle of Wight, hiding the fact he is gay, and spends most of his free time travelling to see his partner. Then he discovers Tris is cheating on him and walks out on their relationship. Jeff meets Cameron Gillard, the great-grandson of a patient, who decides to introduce Jeff to a new life on the island. Cameron is down to earth, lively, and treats Jeff like he’s the most important thing in Cameron’s life. Starved of affection for years, Jeff blooms under Cameron’s attention, coming out to his colleagues and making friends with other gay men on the island.

Then Tris reappears in Jeff’s life. Jeff is not interested in Tris, but it seems like he has two men to convince. Tris who can’t believe Jeff is walking out of his life, and Cameron who is jealous of Tris. The one thing Jeff is convinced about is that the only man in his life is Cameron. Now he just has to convince Cameron.

And this is an unedited excerpt from near the beginning,

“Doc, wake up.”
Jeff opened his eyes to see Cameron staring at him, an amused expression on his face. “Huh?”
“They’ve just called for people to return to their cars.”
Jeff sat up and ran his hands through his hair. “I fell asleep?”
Cameron’s lips twitched. “Like a baby.”
“Did I snore?”
“Not once I nudged you.” Cameron burst out laughing at Jeff’s look of horror. “Don’t panic, doc. You were fine. I did have to fend off a few people who wanted to talk to you.”
“Thanks,” Jeff said gratefully. The call to return to cars came again and Jeff got to his feet. “Do you want a lift anywhere?”
“I was going to phone my mum.”
Jeff raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, why not.” Cameron grabbed his backpack and followed Jeff back to his car. Jeff smirked as he noticed Cameron patting Daisy before he got in.
They settled in Jeff’s car waiting for the ferry to dock.
“I thought you were going to your girlfriend’s,” Cameron said after the silence stretched just a little too long.
“I was, I did,” Jeff said grimly. “We split up.” He gave himself credit for remembering the fake girlfriend this time.
Cameron turned to him, concern written all over his face. “Hey, man, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.”
“Was it bad?”
“He… she was cheating on me.”
Jeff shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. “It happens.”
“Gran said you’d been together a long time.”
“A decade.” Ten years of his life spent with that lying, cheating bastard.
Cameron nodded. “You okay?”
“No,” Jeff admitted, “but I will be.”
“Gran’ll be disappointed. I swear she was hoping for an invitation to the wedding.”
Jeff gave a bark of laughter. “I hate to disappoint her but that was never going to happen.” He started the engine and followed the car in front as they slowly drove off the ferry.
“What was his name?”
“Tris.” Jeff said it without thinking. “Trisha. I….”
“S’okay. You don’t have to pretend.”
Jeff looked at Cameron quickly. “How did you know?”
Cameron shrugged. “I just did. Your secret’s safe with me. I’m gay too.”
“You are?” How had Jeff missed it? Considering Cameron set his hornydar pinging it was pretty stupid of him to have missed the fact that Cameron was as queer as he was.
“Since the day I watched Lance Bass on TV and discovered the use of cushions.”

Friday, 24 July 2015

The Layered Mask is out!

Now out from Dreamspinner, my extended Regency love story.

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 see to it he’ll be shackled 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 that Nash has hidden for years, and that he sees through the mask that Edwin presents to the rest of the world.
And then he offers him an alternative.

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“Good evening, Downe.”
Thomas Downe, the present Duke of Lynwood, smiled at the greeting from his friend. “Evening, Leicester. I’m surprised to see you here. The weather has been foul.”
Lord Leicester sat in the high wing-back chair next to his. They were the closest to the fire in the large study, and Downe appreciated the warmth after the chill of the winter’s day. “I was in London to see my solicitor. The rain was so heavy I’ve delayed my return to the country for a day or two. Can’t afford to lose another carriage to the mud.”
“Or the horses,” Downe said.
At the start of the winter, Leicester had been lucky to survive a serious accident after a landslip that had cost him a new carriage and pair.
“Or the horses,” Leicester agreed. “I thought I was going to lose my stable master. He was distraught after the accident. It was only the gift of Gideon’s foal that calmed him down.”
Downe smiled at his friend. “I’m only too pleased to restore calm in your household.”
Gideon was Downe’s prize bay stallion and giving his first foal was no small gift, but then Leicester was no ordinary friend. Downe would have given twice that to have his friend happy and laughing next to him.
Leicester looked speculatively at Downe. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look a little gloomy.”
“I—” Downe expelled a long breath. “I can’t deny I feel a little below par today.”
“For any particular reason?” Leicester smiled and murmured his thanks as a footman brought a pot of coffee and set it at the small table by his elbow.
Downe waited until the footman had poured the coffee and retreated before he answered. “’Twas my birthday a sennight ago.”
“Seven-and-twenty.” Leicester smiled. “I remember.”
“You always remember, my dear friend. You sent me a fine red.”
“More than one, as I recall. But why should that make you gloomy?”
Downe huffed loudly. “The Valentine’s Ball is in a few days.”
Leicester groaned just as loudly. “You think I don’t know? Charlotte and Elizabeth have driven me to distraction with their preparations.”
“They are coming?” Downe was surprised. Leicester’s wife and children spent most of the year in the country, none of them having a taste for Town.
“My eldest grandchild is being presented this year. They will be in town for the season.”
“I had no idea she was old enough to be presented to the king. The last time I saw, she was a mere slip of a thing.” Life was flying by far too quickly for Downe’s liking.
“To me she’s still a mere slip of a thing, as are you, my friend.”
Downe shook his head. “I am getting old, Monty. It is time I took a wife and started a family.”
Leicester frowned. “What brought this on? I thought matrimony was the last thing on your mind.”
“I’m….” Downe trailed off. In truth, the thought of a wife and squalling brats made him feel nauseous, but Leicester knew that as well as he did.
“Lonely?” Leicester suggested gently.
“Sometimes,” Downe agreed.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve been involved with anyone.”
“Over three years aside from the occasional visit to the Blue.”
The end of Downe’s last relationship had been so vicious, it had curdled his desire for another for a while. But “for a while” had extended beyond Downe’s expectations as he had dealt with the loss of his parents and his sister had been widowed and returned to the family household. The Blue, a brothel he had been visiting for many years, satiated his physical desires. The madam was handsomely paid to supply his demands and keep her mouth shut.
Leicester frowned, his green eyes fierce. “You don’t want a wife, Thomas.”
Downe smiled at him. “You only call me Thomas when you think I’m being stupid.”
“Or when we made love.”
Downe didn’t bother to look around to see if anyone was listening. They were in a safe place where they could be honest with each other. “Or when we made love. But that was a long time ago.”
Leicester leaned forward and took Downe’s hand. “Do you need…? We could go upstairs.”
Downe looked at their entwined hands. Despite the fact Leicester was fifteen years older than him, he was one of the most attractive men Downe had ever met, his dark hair graying slightly at the temples and green eyes framed by long lashes. A few years ago, he would have jumped at the opportunity to take Leicester to bed. As a young man, Downe had fallen desperately in love with Leicester, but age had brought wisdom and more than a little resignation. The attraction between them was mutual and occasionally flared into something physical, but they weren’t destined for anything long-term because Leicester’s heart belonged to someone else. Downe accepted their friendship as a blessing because Leicester had shown him how to be the man he was today.
He brushed the back of Leicester’s knuckles. “I am tempted,” he admitted, his voice hoarse in its honesty. “But it wouldn’t help. Not today.”
Leicester pressed a hot kiss into Downe’s palm. “I understand, my friend. I truly do.” He let go of Downe’s hand and sat back to signal for more coffee.
“If your wife is in town, will you be at the dinner tonight?” Downe asked.
“Of course. She has plans to visit my son. His wife is unwell, and she wants to check on her.”
“Will Asher be here?”
Leicester’s face softened as Downe mentioned the name of the man he had loved for over twenty years. They were the owners of the Gentlemen’s Club and an enigma Downe had never cracked. The love between them was passionate and fierce, but as far as everyone knew, they had never consummated it. They both had taken lovers over the years, yet their hearts remained only for each other.
“He will be.”
“I look forward to seeing him.”
Downe had been away from London for many weeks dealing with business interests at his various properties. He’d missed his weekly dinner at  the club and looked forward to reconnecting himself with his friends. “Tell me what’s been happening.”
“Did you hear about Walsey?” Leicester asked.
“He was found balls-deep in some young whore when he should have been in Parliament.”
Downe wrinkled his brow. The Walsey he knew was a terrible bore and someone to avoid at all costs. “Deadly-dull, God-fearing Walsey?”
“The very same.”
“So he can get it up for a young filly. Good for him.”
Leicester’s lips twitched. “It wasn’t a young filly.”
Downe’s eyes opened wide. “He was screwing a boy? The old hypocrite!” Downe had been subject to many a lecture on sodomy when he’d had the misfortune to cross paths with Walsey.
“Caught hook, line, and sinker by his wife.”
“Where is he now?”
Leicester sobered. “He’s in Newgate.”
The amusement slid off Downe’s face. All of them faced the possibility of the same nightmare. Being caught with a man and sentenced to hard labor—or worse.
“What’s going to happen to him?”
“His wife is determined to have her pound of flesh.”
“Is there something we can do?”
“I don’t know, my friend. I really don’t know.”
They both knew that attempting to intervene laid them open to the same kind of charges.
“We should be extra careful,” Downe said.
“I agree, but that doesn’t mean you need to take a wife. Even at your vast age of seven-and-twenty. You have plenty of time to make that decision.”
“You were married with two children by my age,” Downe pointed out.
“Because I knew I could never have Asher.” Leicester gave a wry smile. “My wife is a remarkable woman.”
“She knows.”
It wasn’t a question. Downe had met Leicester’s wife on more than one occasion, and he knew that she was, as Leicester said, a remarkable woman, aware of where her husband’s true heart lay. She accepted it for a stable marriage, a beautiful home, two children, and many dogs. Downe knew that many wives among his acquaintance did the same. He didn’t like imposing that on any woman, but the alternative…. The alternative was Walsey’s fate.

It didn’t stop him being lonely, though.

Monday, 20 July 2015

A Rose for my Sister.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death, bereavement, cancer. 

My sister died last November of cancer. I felt at the time of her death that I'd spent the eighteen months since she told me of her diagnosis mourning for her and by the time the end came I felt mentally numb. I cried at the news and cried at her funeral, but inside I didn't really feel anything much. I'd done my grieving for so long. I'd cried, been angry, railed at the unfairness of it months before her death, now I was done.

The two months following her death were much the same, There was the funeral, followed by the flu from hell up to Christmas, then I had my own cancer scare which only got resolved in the middle of January. There wasn't time/brain space to mourn for her loss. Being totally selfish, at that point I was worrying about me and my kids and oh fuck, could it really strike twice?

Eight months on. God, is it really eight months? Nearly a year? I'm not so numb any more and I find myself being triggered by so many things.

  • Cancer ads on TV. They are relentless. There is no break from them, especially breast cancer ads. I want to slap my hands over my ears and go LALALALALALA. #fuckcancer? Fucking stop shoving it in my face what I've lost (I didn't say my feelings are rational or unselfish). 
  • my phone contact list. I won't delete her phone number because the messages are all I have left.
  • I signed up for Whatsapp. Under her name it says 'available'. I cried for hours when I first saw that.
  • Her birthday. I cried most of that day too.
  • Her name. It's not that common.
  • Crochet. She crocheted a blanket for the grandchild she'd never see,
  • Floribunda roses. Her nickname - a Brown thing.

In a way it's a relief to know that I can still cry for her, although I'd like to be able to stand in a garden centre and not weep at the roses. That will come in time. Meanwhile my garden will be full of beautiful roses in memory of my sister... if I don't kill them with my black thumb.

Susan Mac Nicol: Anniversary Tour

Worth Keeping

Release Date: December 23rd 2013

Abused horrifically as a boy, Nick Mathers has come to terms with his existence as a man. Mostly. Other days life seems a little much. Especially when Nick knows he’ll always be alone. 
On those days his thoughts turn black. He walks the Norfolk coast and considers the frigid embrace of the waves. And then, one stormy night, he finds someone who’s tasted just that. The beautiful stranger on the beach is near death, and Nick rushes him home to slowly nurse back to health. As he does, he finds a love unlike any other. Owen Butler’s body is as warm as the sea was cold, his heart as big as an ocean. And Owen is a man who swears to repay the favor. Nick can yet be saved from himself, and he will see that he is indeed a man… worth keeping. 

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Worth Keeping Excerpt 

It was a small, intimate fishing village and everyone knew everyone else. He sighed as he pottered in the kitchen, cleaning up dishes and putting things away. He tended to be a messy cook . Finally he poured himself a glass of wine and sat down at the kitchen table. Socks was nowhere to be seen. Nick frowned as he went in search of the errant capuchin. He found him in Owen’s room, curled up on his pillow , slowly stroking the man’s sooty hair. He looked at Nick as he entered, chattering softly.
“Looks like I’ve been usurped in your affections, pal,” Nick said softly. “Is he your new best friend then?” Socks scarpered over the bed, launching himself onto Nick’s shoulder.
He seemed to know the right one to sit on every time, always choosing his left. He nuzzled Nick’s hair softly, little paws caressing the strands of bronze hair that covered Nick’s ear. Then he shot back to Owen and resumed his position on the pillow. Nick nodded in amusement.
“I get it. He needs you more than I do at the moment, just like I did when I first got you.” The little capuchin had been a lifesaver when Nick had first arrived on the island. His adoptive father, Don, had bought him as a companion for him, saying that it would get very lonely out here and he needed someone else to keep him company. Nick knew it had been a subtle hint to him to stay alive because if he didn’t the monkey would suffer. He knew how Don’s mind worked after fifteen years together. “Well, you take care of him for me. I’m going to finish my wine and go read in bed. Night, Socks.”
Nick turned and went back into the kitchen. He hoped tiredly that tonight there would be no more nightmares. Having another lost and troubled man in his home didn’t help. He sighed. He’d need to keep Owen at a distance, made sure the man didn’t get too close. No point starting something that couldn’t be fulfilled. Nick had a feeling there were going to be some interesting times ahead.

Author Bio

Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.

Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK.