They say write what you know and the one thing I can remember is suffering through the work team building exercises of the eighties and nineties. That was the last time I worked in a big office. Do they still have them now?
These wretched events were the bane of my working life. It was like being forced to do PE at school. How could I get out of them? I spent all week at work. The last thing I wanted was to spend the weekend with my work colleagues, as much as I liked them, throwing eggs out of windows and building constructions with plastic cups and straws. The worst for me was the Winning Ways (yes, I did it) programme. Weeks of meetings where everyone mixed from the top director to the newest junior – and wasn’t that comfortable – not! If you turned the logo upside down it looked like the logo for a popular brand of condoms at the time (no longer in production). It caused much amusement among the younger members of the work-force.
If someone had offered to send me on an all-expenses paid weekend in the sunshine with cabana boys serving cocktails I’d have been first in the queue. Sadly that was never on the agenda. I imagine Frankie would have loved a weekend with hot cabana boys. Instead he got Womb Weekend. He also got Al. Lucky, lucky boy.
Frankie & Al Excerpt
ONE OF the joys of working in a large insurance company was that Frankie had a Monday-to-
Friday job processing new insurance policies. He waved good-bye at five o’clock Friday evening
and didn’t have to think about work or his colleagues until eight thirty Monday morning.
Until the day Frankie opened the e-mail from Human Resources. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding
Charlotte looked over from her desk. “What?”
“They’re sending me on a team-building exercise.” He didn’t appreciate Charlotte’s chuckle.
“Winning Ways? What the fuck is that?”
“You’ve been caught. They get us all in the end. You get to spend the weekend in a swanky hotel,
building egg wombs and sucking up to managers. Don’t sweat it. You’ll enjoy it.”
“Don’t bank on it,” he muttered. “Wait, egg what?”
“Egg wombs. You know.” At Frankie’s frown, she said, “You have to drop the egg out of a window
without it cracking, using only a plastic bag and a cup.”
“Is that what they really call it?”
She shrugged. “Who knows? That’s what you’ve got to do. And the sucking up to the managers.
They give you the ‘We’re all equal here. Call me Jeff’ speech but you know they’re just spying on
everything you do.”
It was Frankie’s recurring nightmare—to be stuck in a small room with his colleagues and not be
able to get away. He got that five days a week but at the weekend as well? “Karma’s a bitch.”
“What have you done?”
“Do you want the list?”
“You’ve been that bad?”
“Probably worse,” he admitted.
She smirked at him. “Frankie’s been a bad, bad boy, and now he is going to get his bottom
“I wouldn’t mind if it was that sort of weekend.” Frankie grinned as Charlotte’s cheeks crimsoned.
“You’re wicked,” she said. “My mother warned me about boys like you.”
“My mother warned me about boys like me too. They sounded much more fun than the good,
church-going boys she wanted me to meet.”
She gave him an odd look. “She knew you were gay back then?”
He rolled his eyes. “Girl, look at me. Could anyone not realize I’m gay?”
“You have a point.”
Frankie’s mum said it was obvious he was gay from the moment he came out of the womb. According to her description, Frankie flounced out to the song on the radio. Frankie thought that
being born to Kylie must have been prophetic. It could have been worse—he might have been
born to Meat Loaf.
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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TITLE: Anthony & Leo
SERIES: Frankie’s – Book Three
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press
COVER ARTIST: Paul Richmond
RELEASE DATE: March 25, 2015
BLURB: Watching Marchant train his new sub leaves Tony unhappy at not having found a Dom of his own. Running Marchant’s BDSM club, Tony sees who the Doms prefer and it isn’t him—too big, too old, and too hairy. When his friend Jordan suggests he look outside the club, Tony’s mind turns to Leo, a man he met in a traffic jam. Tony manages to arrange a date and happily learns Leo is funny, very toppy, and not averse to Tony's lifestyle. As a bonus, Leo sells sex toys.
When tragedy strikes the club, Tony fears he can’t help the mourning club members, but Leo offers his unwavering support. After such a tough start, Tony believes Leo is the Dom he’s been looking for... until he catches him kissing another man.
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