I’m actually pretty thrilled any time I find myself in a room with Sue Brown – crashing waves or not, it’s lovely she’s paying a virtual visit to my writing space… let’s all pretend it’s exotic and not surrounded by dust bunnies. Take it away Sue!
Over the last few months I have been introduced to other authors’ writing rooms and frankly… I’m jealous.
I’m currently sitting in the Beach Shack in Steephill Cove, writing furiously across the table from K.C. Wells, with the accompaniment of waves crashing against the rocks. My co-author of the With A Kick series, Clare London, writes in her garden and we have writing days, usually a Friday, typing away at another instalment of the series. It’s so much nicer than the usual place, my old sofa with Faith snoring next to me.
One of my favourite places to write is in the members’ bar of the Royal Festival Hall, with the Thames rolling past outside and inside a world of creativity; from writing to music, people making deals, to heated discussions. If I could afford the trip to London every day, that’s where I’d be.
Inspiration, on the other hand, comes in many places. Sometimes it’s being fed a little taste of heaven in the form of alcohol over ice cream, sometimes it’s sitting on an old train and talking to a gay couple about their cockerpoo. A writer never knows what sets off an idea. I love the fact that ideas pop into my head although I could do with it one at a time. Did you hear that, Muse? One. At. A. Time!
Hissed as a Newt (#2 in the With A Kick series)
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 discovered 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.
As he turned the corner into Covent Garden he noticed a small crowd had gathered, obstructing his path to alcoholic heaven. He huffed as he negotiated the kids and parents, and the tourists with their cameras snapping incessant shots. A large crowd had gathered in one corner and he expected to see a street performer juggling or miming—or whatever crap they called art. It was indeed a street performer but the bloke was rolling around in the road, flailing his arms and mumbling to himself. David’s lip curled as he realised the clown was drunk; absolutely paralytic in fact. Lucky bugger!
“It’s a strange show, Vera,” an old man standing next to David commented to his wife.
She sniffed in agreement. “Nothing like our day, Bert. They were true artistes.”
The couple moved away, the woman still complaining.
The man in the road rolled over and vomited. A groan of disgust rippled over the crowd and they moved away en masse.
David was about to do the same when he caught the man’s words.
“I loved you, you fucking bastard. I loved you and you cheated on me.”
Bastard, not bitch. Huh.
Cursing his impulsive nature, David knelt by the man, careful to avoid the puke. “Are you all right?”
The man mumbled incoherently. His makeup was smeared, and David realised he’d been crying. At the moment he looked more like an Allison Schulnik painting than a clown.
“You really need to get out of the road, man.”
“Leave me in the gutter.”
Oh Jesus, a drama queen. “Listen mate, you can stay here if you want but you’re liable to be nicked. Why don’t you get up and come with me? I want to drown my sorrows. We can cry on each other’s shoulder.”
The clown opened one eye. It would have been a pretty blue eye if it hadn’t been so bloodshot. “A drink?”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
“Probably.” With David’s help the clown sat up and clutched his stomach. “Definitely. I’m going to puke.”
Make sure you catch up with the first book in the series: A Twist and Two Balls by Clare London.
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.
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 become 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.
Come over and talk to Sue at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Her website can be found at http://www.suebrownstories.com/