COMING SOON: FRANKIE & FRIENDS (PAPERBACK) BY SUE BROWN

Blurb:

Frankie’s Series Collection

Frankie and Al

Dumped by his boyfriend, Frankie Mason 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, but Frankie fails to get the man’s number. A few days later, he’s dragged out to a club only to be saved by Green Eyes again. This time, he isn’t letting the man go.

Ed and Marchant

Ed is miserable in life and at work, until he meets Marchant Belarus. Marchant, the owner of a BDSM club, realizes Ed is a closeted sub. Marchant tries to draw Ed out of his shell, but nothing helps until he discovers Ed’s secret love of dancing—a forbidden passion that might be the key to unlocking the confident, secure man Ed could be.

Anthony and Leo

Tony is unhappy at not having found a Dom of his own. He thinks he’s too big, too old, and too hairy—until he meets funny, toppy Leo, who also sells sex toys. When tragedy strikes and Leo offers his support, Tony believes Leo is the Dom he’s been looking for… until he catches him kissing another man.

Excerpt:

Prologue

FRANKIE MASON got dumped two days into a holiday with his friends. He stared at the text his boyfriend had sent him, trying to make sense of the words.

We’re over. Don’t come back. Your gear is at your mums.

Jonno flopped down beside him on the sunbed and stretched out luxuriously. “Hey, party pooper, why aren’t you dancing?”

Frankie stared at the guys dancing on the makeshift dance floor on the beach and then back at the phone. The words hadn’t changed. “Chaz dumped me.”

“What the fuck?” Jonno frowned and snatched the phone out of Frankie’s hand. He squinted at the screen. “Bitch! What are you going to do?”

“What can I do?” Frankie swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat. “It’s his house. I was just his boyfriend. I didn’t even pay rent.”

“Key his car,” Jonno said promptly. “You always said he loved that more than you. Or cut up his clothes. Or post pictures of his wiener on Tumblr.”

“I’m going to regret ever showing you those photos.”

“The bloke’s built like a chipolata. How could you not show the world?” Jonno rubbed Frankie’s back soothingly. “Fuck, babe, where’re you gonna stay?”

“Not with my mum, that’s for sure. We’d kill each other within a day.” Frankie laid his head on Jonno’s shoulder. “Can I stay with you?”

Jonno hesitated. “You know I’d have you like a shot, but Will….”

“Doesn’t like me.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you.” Jonno was crap at lying. “He was just….”

“Forget it. I’ll stay at a hotel.” Frankie sat up, scrubbing at his eyes. What he wanted to do, what he was going to do in the next ten minutes, was step into a shower and bawl his eyes out. He’d not seen this coming. He loved Chaz and he’d thought Chaz loved him. Why the fuck had his boyfriend dumped him? The bastard owed him an explanation.

He texted Chaz and then wished he hadn’t when the answer flashed up ten seconds later.

Found a younger model.

“Fuck it. I may be nearly thirty but I’m not too old to have some fun.” Frankie got to his feet and pulled Jonno up with him. “Come and dance.”

Jonno kissed him on the mouth, smearing cherry lip gloss across Frankie’s lips. “That’s more like it.” He slapped Frankie on the arse and ran onto the dance floor, dragging his friend behind him.

Frankie plastered a fake smile on his face and ripped off his T-shirt. He had a body worth showing off, and now he was young, free, and single. Well, one of those three. He wasn’t free to anyone.

He danced until his feet hurt more than his heart, grinding against Jonno, dancing with anyone who approached, but he ignored all the offers and the cards stuffed into his pockets. Tomorrow maybe he’d look at the meat, but today the twink who was too old closed his eyes and let the music take him.

AFTER JONNO dragged him to the bar and made him down shot after shot, Frankie’s pain dulled and his world was woozy. He stumbled along the corridor of the hotel, squinting as he tried to focus on the room numbers. He wasn’t even convinced he was on the right floor. Jonno, the bitch, had deserted him to go to another club. He’d tried to persuade Frankie to go, but Frankie knew his limits.

“Room 245, room 254,” Frankie muttered.

“Which one is it?”

Frankie tried to focus on the man standing next to him. It wasn’t easy. The man kept swaying. “Stand still,” he ordered.

“Christ, you really are drunk, aren’t you? I am standing still. You’re the one doing the swaying.”

Frankie shook his head and then wished he hadn’t. “Gonna hurl.” He heard the man groan.

“Why is it always me? Hold on for two minutes. Give me your keycard.”

After that, Frankie’s whole focus became not humiliating himself in front of a complete stranger. By some miracle, the first door the stranger tried was the right one, although Frankie still wasn’t sure of the number. He was pushed into the bathroom, and what followed was the worst fifteen minutes of his life—since the last time.

To his surprise, once he’d got his stomach under control, he realized that the man hadn’t left. He sat on the floor next to Frankie, his hand on Frankie’s back.

When the retching ceased enough for Frankie sit back, the man offered him a drink of water. “Sip it slowly,” he warned.

Frankie used it to clear his mouth and then sipped it, feeling his stomach rebel at even the small amount of liquid.

“Feeling better?”

“Much.” Frankie wiped his mouth. He squinted at his savior. “Thanks.”

“I suppose there’s no point me saying you shouldn’t binge-drink.”

Frankie groaned. “You’re not a teetotaler, are you?”

“Would it be an issue if I was?”

“It is if you’re going to give me a lecture.” Frankie was so not in a mood for a fucking lecture.

“Bad day?” The man sounded more sympathetic at least.

“Yeah.” The worst fucking kind of day.

“Have you finished puking?”

“I think so.” Frankie would reserve judgment until he stood up.

“Come on. You don’t want to spend the night here.” The man helped Frankie to his feet and led him into the bedroom. “Lie down on the bed.” He pushed Frankie onto the bed and removed his shoes. “Here, I’ll leave the bin next to you in case you feel sick again. And more water.”

Frankie curled into a ball and wished he could die. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.” Frankie felt a ghost of a caress over his hair. “Go to sleep.”

Obediently Frankie closed his eyes, wishing he could ask the stranger to stay and hold his hand.

But you don’t ask strangers to hold your hand while you fall asleep, and as he heard the door close behind his Good Samaritan, Frankie let the tears fall.

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