The RainbowCon Festivities Continue With Sue Brown, And There's A Giveaway!

Thank you, Lisa, for having me here!

In one month I’ll be in America at Rainbow Con. I booked to go at the start of 2013 so I can’t quite believe it’s arrived. It’s been a hell of a year and I’m really looking forward to this as a chance to let my hair down. Linda, get your Sharpie ready, and Jordan, mine’s a G&T at the bar.

I’ve finally got around to ordering swag. I’ll be honest, I’m only bringing pens. At the UK Meet I brought tissues and Maltesers, which went down very well, but the tissues are heavy and I don’t fancy bringing melting chocolate across the Pond.

I’m now getting used to the idea of conventions. The first time I went to one I nearly bolted at the front door of the hotel. But I pulled up my big girl panties (my step-mother buys them for me), stepped over the threshold and had a fantastic time. It took me a short time to realise there were lots of nervous people there and the best thing I could do was say the magic words.

“Hello, I’m Sue.”

I’m thrilled to be at the inaugural Rainbow Convention. I’ve never been to the first of anything before. I’ve been watching the author list increase with interest. I’m thrilled that some of my favourite friends and authors are going to be there. I get a chance to hang out with Facebook friends and fangirl authors. I have my pen ready to get some autographs. I have a mission at Rainbow Con. I want to say hello to everyone at the con, even if it’s only once.

If you’re going to be there and you get accosted by a short, dumpy woman with a London accent, that’s me. No, I don’t talk like Dick Van Dyke or even Julie Andrews. If you’ve watched Torchwood I sound a bit like Owen. So, see you next month, guys, I’m looking forward to meeting you.

Frankie & Al

BLURB: 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!

EXERPT:

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

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

What the fuck?

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh, a faggot. Might have known.”

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

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

“Frankie,” Frankie said.

“What?”

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

“Listen, you little—”

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

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

His brain shut off as Green Eyes kissed him.

“What the…?” he said faintly.

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

AUTHOR BIO: Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot, and has become an expert at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she’s made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

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

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