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Hello my lovelies,
Recently I’ve been suffering from writer’s block. I suffer from it regularly and I know it will pass. It’s just infuriating while it lasts. However what it has meant is that I have a ton of partially started WIPs at the moment. I thought I’d share a few unedited paragraphs with you. You never know, one day they might make it into print.
Copyright all mine of course!
Kyle ran down the alleyway, dodged to the left of the house with the Great Dane statue and past old Mrs Baker’s house. He knew the alleyways like the back of his hand. He’d grown up here unlike the men chasing him so he had the home advantage. His heart pounded and blood rushed in his ears as he stumbled, recovered and ran on. They had the guns. He was hopelessly outnumbered and out-classed. Double-back along the narrow path, vault over the short fence, across the grass praying the yappy dog was inside and over the other fence. Kyle breathed a sigh of relief as the coast was clear.
He ran down the other alley until he reached the gate-house with the tall leylandii. He’d passed the house a million times, wishing he’d lived there so he could chop down the trees and breathe some life into the place. Now he gave silent thanks as he slipped in the back gate which he knew would be unlocked. The stupid owners never locked it. If he kept close to the trees he could evade detection by the owners. He knew, he’d used their garden as cover before.
Morning my Angel
As expected the message pops up as soon as I log on.
Quickly I type a greeting in return.
Anything further will have to wait until I’ve had my fifth cup of coffee. He knows that now.
Of course, my name’s not Angel and his isn’t Charlie but if we want to greet each other like we’re relics from a seventies show then it’s no one’s business but ours.
I smile at the computer and wander off to find more coffee. It’s just gone nine in the morning and I’m just about to drink cup four. This will elevate me from zombie to almost human. Yes, I will talk a lot about coffee. I’m addicted and if you’re one of these ‘green tea plucked from the Himalayas only on a full moon in a month beginning with Z’ types we’re probably not going to get on. I like my coffee black and strong, just like my dog.
Jordan & Rhys
Jordan Nicholls sat alone at the end of the bar, nursing a Coke and pretending not to notice the way his best friend Tony who was pushed up against the wall, his hands pressed flat against the rough plaster as Leo kissed him.
“Wishing it was you?” Marchant Belarus sat on the stool next to him. He was the owner of the BDSM club and too fucking perceptive. There was nothing that he didn’t see or interfere in when it came to his club.
Jordan didn’t take his eyes away from the couple, watching with a sad envy that didn’t come naturally to him.
“Leo’s not my type,” Jordan’s lame attempt at a joke falling flat when Marchant didn’t chuckle.
“I never thought he’d be Tony’s but look at them now.”
Finally Tony had a Dom of his own, and he exuded happiness. Despite the fact that Leo was younger and shorter than Tony it was clear who was dominant in their relationship. For the first time Jordan saw Tony, watched how beautifully he submitted, and Jordan was too late.
The Dream Team
Oh.” Kelly exclamation was more of a long sigh of satisfaction in Jack’s ear. “They’re back.”
“Huh?” Jack didn’t look up. Kelly got excited about everyone and anyone.
He yelped as she punched his bicep. “Look! The dream-team are back.”
Jack looked up and there they were; Mr Right and Mr Right-Now striding across the lobby, a vision in dark blue suits, moulding their broad shoulders, tight waist and—
“You’re drooling.” Kelly interrupted Jack’s intense musing.
“So are you,” he pointed out, not pleased to lose concentration just as he checked out below the waist. Jack was a holistic guy. He checked out the whole package before he concentrated on his favourite part.
I have so many of these half-started stories. Maybe one day I’ll get them finished. Maybe.
Title: The Hidden Wolf
Author: Sue Brown
Publisher: Love Lane Books
Publication Date: 05/22/2015
Cover Artist: Meredith Russell
Genre: M/M Romance
Sheriff Milo Clarke has met his mate, Eli Watkins, and now they’re conducting a long distance relationship while Eli runs the Cavalry, the security firm protecting Joe and Cal at the Sapphire Ranch from the hunters.
The long distance loving is hard on all three of them, Eli, Clarke and Clarke’s wolf, who is becoming more restless as Clarke refuses to shift. When Clarke going to give into the other side of him and how will Clarke and Eli resolve the distance between their lives?
Milo watched the team—at least he watched Eli. His whole attention was focused on the dark-haired man. Just watching him made his mouth dry and his dick hard. From the second Milo had shifted to prove the existence of werewolves to Eli and his assistant Ross, he’d realized that Eli was his mate.
Unable to resist, he’d trotted up to Eli and laid his head on his lap. Tentatively Eli had stroked his head, and Milo leaned into the caress, wanting Eli to touch him more. Eli filled his wolf senses. He smelled woodsy with a touch of citrus. He smelled good.
“Good doggy,” Eli had murmured.
Doggy? Milo gave a low growl at the insult, grinning in wolfy satisfaction as Eli snatched his hand back. He wouldn’t have hurt him—much.
And Eli had seemed equally drawn to him, finding it hard to take his eyes off Milo, even as they’d talked strategy with Joe, Cal’s mate and the owner of Sapphire Ranch.
But they hadn’t gone near each other, hadn’t touched each other at all beyond that one brief contact. Milo had been relieved because they had needed to focus their minds, not their dicks, to defeat the hunters. Relieved—and frustrated beyond belief to have his mate so close and not be able to touch him.
About Sue Brown
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 favourite television series. The kissing was hot and tender and Sue wanted to write about this men. 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.
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I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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