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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Hump day with Dreamspinners Press: Sue Brown

I admit I don’t write books about magic. At all. My stories tend to be contemporary and very boringly domestic. Prior to discovering MM romance I used to read fantasy all the time, with witches and wizards, potions and spells. I’ve probably been reading it for thirty years and my top ten authors are mainly fantasy writers, and yet I can’t write a word. I used to read David Eddings, Terry Goodkind, Patricia McKillip, Kristen Britain, Marion Zimmer Bradley and many more. I loved it when horror writers such as James Herbert weren’t afraid to throw some dark magic into their stories. I was always thrilled if I found a same sex couple in the books. In fact, fantasy was where I discovered gay couples without the need for a miserable ending.

I’ve tried to write fantasy, really I have. Plot number 1. Boy discovers he’s a wizard and goes off on amazing adventures. Hmmm, I think that’s been done before. Plot number 2. Girl discovers she’s a witch. Scrap that, a sorceress. Not such negative connotations. She goes off on amazing adventures. How many times has that been done? There are so many good books out there that I don’t get past the first page of the plot. I’m stifled by what I’ve read before. Everyone else has done it bigger, better, brighter. What I did discover in my failed attempts is that world building is bloody difficult.

Which makes me wonder. What stirs our writer’s muse? I read mainstream crime and fantasy and yet cannot formulate a story in my favorite genres. I stopped writing because I could never start/finish a story. My daughter begged me to write a dark romance with magic (this was the Twilight era) but no dice. No plot worked for me. I haven’t read a romance since I was a teenager and yet suddenly one kiss with Captain Jack Harkness and I’m popping out romance like a mother with octuplets.

I still love fantasy. I love the world building and the adventures. I love where the impossible can happen with a spell or a potion. Losing myself in a good fantasy series is a real escapism for me. I used to hide in the loos at work with the latest David Eddings because I couldn’t wait to get home and read it.

I’ve tentatively dipped my toe into reading MM magic and fantasy but I need recommendations. Over to you, dear friends. Which authors and books do you recommend? Who is going to have me hiding away from work so that I can catch up on their latest book?

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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!

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.


“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.

1 comment:

  1. It's funny - I used to devour all kinds of high fantasy when I was a teen, like David Eddings, Katherine Kurtz, Zelazny, Tolkein (of course) et all, but these days only urban fantasy will do. I guess I just got tired of all the world-building, and wanted the author to get on with the story already. But I've very much enjoyed Josh Lanyon's rare excursions into fantasy, and the Victorian magical realism (if I'm using the term correctly) of Jordan Hawk and KJ Charles. And, of course, the more modern stuff by Jordan Castillo Price.