Thursday, May 19, 2011

A Chat With Author Sue Brown: Nothing Ever Happens (and much more!)

Today we welcome author Sue Brown, author of Nothing Ever Happens,  a new m/m romance that focuses on love between two men for one another.   Since the path of true love never runs smooth for any of us, Nathan and Andrew must confront their obstacles before they can see if they can build a relationship together.

The m/m romance genre is growing fast and gaining fans including myself.   I like to read about two people and their journey into love!

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We have a blurb and an excerpt sure to intrigue the reader but first, let's learn more about the author.

How long have you been a writer?

I started writing four years ago after seeing two men kissing on screen in Torchwood, the Dr Who spin-off. It was like a light going on in my head. I hadn’t really thought about it beyond casual interest before. The BBC turned me into a romance writer.

Tell us about your latest or coming soon book(s). What inspired it?
My next book is the last of a trilogy with Chris Quinton and R.J Scott called The Fitzwarren Inheritance. The books are about the breaking of a curse that has afflicted the Fitzwarren family for hundreds of years and centres around six gay men named in the curse. My book, The Lord’s Tale, is the final book and involves a member of the family, Phil Fitzwarren. It was very exciting working with two very good authors.

Chris came up with the curse and between her and R.J there was this whole world that they created. I thought I had the easy bit as I was playing in their world. I was wrong…

Was there a lot of research involved in creating this book?
I had research on two levels. I had to make sure I got to know the other two books very well, and make sure I was in keeping with the other two authors. Both Chris and R.J had already written about Phil and the Fitzwarren family. Then there were historical details that can make or break a book for some readers.
How much time did it take from writing your first book to having it published?
My first story was Sacrifice in Making Contact, an anthology with Dreamspinner. I wrote it and sent it immediately so about three months. Chance to be King, Morning Report and Nothing Ever Happens were already written but about took between three and five months from submission to publication. It has been a very quick process.
Do you work on one project at a time? Or do you multi-task?
I’m better doing one project at a time. I fail miserably to multi-task because I can’t wrap my head around two different story-lines and sets of characters. I really envy authors that can go between WIPs.
When not writing, how do you relax?
Badly. Writing used to be my relaxation. Now I go into a bubble bath to avoid being on the computer. I’m also dragging my kids out to enjoy the summer.
Please tell us what you got coming up and what you may be working on in the future?
I am currently writing the sequel to Morning Report, which is about Noah, the gay pastor and Tommy, the virgin ranch hand. It is set on the Lost Cow so there will be plenty of Luke and Simon as well.
I’m also writing a story for an anthology, Chasing the Dream, with a number of excellent authors.

What’s a guilty pleasure you have?
A hot bubble bath, with a glass of red wine, chocolate and a copy of my favourite M/M romance. I just wish the kids would understand that the guilty pleasure is for me, not to be shared with them. I can’t remember the last time I managed a bath undisturbed.
Where can we find you on the ‘net?
I can be found!/suebrownstories

BLURB  Nothing Ever Happens by Sue Brown

Andrew’s life is a cliché: he’s a gay man trapped in a loveless marriage, thanks to his religious, overbearing mother. Then a new couple moves in down the street, and Andrew finds himself falling for Nathan in a big way. Nathan is straight, married, and just about to be a father, but after one fateful night out together at a club, Nathan has to face the fact that his feelings for Andrew go way beyond that of a friend and neighbor.

When Andrew’s wife asks for a divorce, both men’s lives are thrown into disarray. Arguments about their responsibilities to their wives and children, doubting themselves and each other, and some harrowing lies pull them apart… but they never leave each other’s thoughts.


Andrew watched the new couple with a cynical eye. Mr. and Mrs. Newlyweds, matching rings glinting in the sunlight, his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close. He could only see their backs as they were introduced to the neighborhood vultures, but Jesus, he was tall. Built like a brick shit house. His wife was tiny compared to Mr. Newlywed, barely coming up to his shoulders, yet from Andrew’s perspective she had him on a tight leash, her fingers hooked firmly though his belt loops. She wasn’t letting him go anytime soon. Andrew couldn’t hear them, but he could see the guy laughing at some wisecrack Allison had made.

He knew how this would pan out. An introduction at the cookout, polite smiles exchanged, then they would vanish behind the front door, only emerging for work and grocery shopping. No one was really friends here, not unless they had kids, and then it was play dates, carpools, and sneaky gins at two in the afternoon. Still, they had to pretend for the newbies—Allison’s orders.

If there was one thought in Andrew’s head at any of these neighborhood parties, it was how soon he could escape. No matter how much he drank, or how much he tried to fit in, every party was long and tedious, even with the agreement with Stephanie that, after showing willingness, he could retreat to his dark room. He was so tired of pretending to be something he wasn’t. Andrew Matthews, model husband, father, and town photographer. Andrew looked at his watch. Half an hour, then he could leave the neighbors to their amusements and disappear back to the darkroom. Twenty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. He took a swig of his beer. Idly, he wondered how long they had been married. A month? Six weeks tops. He predicted that in nine months time there would be a little Newlywed in a stroller, or… hello! Maybe next week, judging by the size of that stomach! Andrew found himself transfixed by Mrs. Newlywed’s belly as she turned around. Either they had been practicing before the wedding or Andrew’s intuition was way off.

Hidden in the corner, Andrew was able to stare freely at the woman, noting her slightly swollen ankles in their strappy high-heeled sandals. He was surprised she could get them on. Despite her advanced pregnancy, she was a slender woman with delicate bone-structure. Andrew could see how attractive she was. Then for the first time he got a proper look at the man. Shit, he was young. Too young to be married and expecting a kid. He looked like a college jock on his first date, all shaggy hair and rippling muscles, with broad shoulders and narrow hips.

“Don’t they look cute? All hearts and flowers. Sooooo in lurve.”

Andrew looked down at his wife. Stephanie was staring at them with something approaching dislike, her long fingers wrapped so tightly round a wineglass they showed white round the knuckles. He sighed quietly. They had never been like that. He watched the man, so young and in love, a big grin on his face as he hugged his wife close to his side. Andrew felt an emotion he hadn’t experienced for a very long time. He was jealous, envious of the love they were showing each other, and the smiles, the goddamned fucking affection. He and Stephanie had never looked at each other like that—ever.

Taking another pull on the beer, he said, “Wait ’til the sleepless nights kick in. The hearts and flowers won’t count for a lot then.” Andrew looked at Stephanie’s glass. It was empty, as usual. He wondered how many glasses she had consumed. “Want another one?” He waggled his bottle at her.

She nodded. “Yeah, why not. The booze is the only thing that makes this day bearable. I’m going to find out where Colin is. Be back in a moment.”

Andrew took her glass, then wandered off towards the kitchen. Allison and Jim’s house was the same as his, all gleaming white appliances in exactly the same place. He opened the large fridge to find it stocked top to bottom with wine. Allison was well known for taking these cookouts very seriously. Taking an open bottle of white wine, he topped up Stephanie’s glass right to the brim—otherwise she’d only complain—and closed the fridge door to look for the beer bucket.

“Is there one in there for me?” Andrew looked up as he reached into the icy water to get a bottle. Mr. Newlywed was grinning at him, a hopeful expression in his eyes.

“Sure.” Andrew passed over the one he had been rooting for, then acquired a second one for himself.

“Thanks.” The guy cracked it open and took a long pull, his moan of pleasure as the cool liquid hit the back of his throat almost obscene. Andrew tried hard not to stare. “God, I needed that.” He suddenly seemed to remember his manners, and wiping his hand on his jeans, he held it out. “Nathan Peterson. Just moved into number twenty-four.”

Andrew refrained from his desire to laugh at him, merely shaking his hand and saying, “Andrew Matthews. My wife Stephanie and I live at number twelve.” Andrew stood over six feet, but this man dwarfed him both in height and physique; his handshake was firm but not bone crushing. Idly he wondered what he would look like in black and white, shirt off and wet. Maybe washing the car. Andrew preferred to take his photos where people were actually doing something. He realized he was holding onto his hand for too long when he caught Nathan’s amused expression.

Laughing nervously, Andrew tried to make small talk. “So, have you met everyone yet? Remembered all their names?”

“Not a single one. You’re Justin, right?” He grinned at Andrew’s appreciative snort. “To tell you the truth, it’s kinda overwhelming. We’ve only been here forty-eight hours.”

“I’ll bet. Still, you’ll soon get to know us all, and you’ll be dragged to these events often enough. Allison and Jim love their ‘aren’t we all such good neighbors’ shindigs.”

Nathan frowned, trying to remember who they were. “Small skinny blonde and older grizzled dude?”

Andrew nodded. “Yeah. They run the neighborhood watch program. The rest of us just fall in line.”

“Huh. Okay, I get the picture.” Nathan looked at his bottle. It was empty. He waved it hopefully at Andrew. “Any chance of another one?”

Andrew waved his hand at the bucket. “Just help yourself. You never go home sober from one of these gigs. Not if you wanna stay sane.” He watched as Nathan dug around eagerly in the bucket for another bottle. “So, expecting your first child soon?”

“You noticed?” Nathan seemed to be almost bouncing in excitement at the prospect. “Gummi bear?” He pulled out a half-empty bag of candy from his pocket. Bemused, Andrew nodded and dug into the bag. Pulling out a red one, he tipped his head back and tossed it into his mouth.

Nathan continued, “Alex looks like she’s going explode any moment. I hope she doesn’t. Explode, I mean,” he added hastily at Andrew’s bemused look.

“I guess this is your first then?” Andrew laughed outright. The dude was like a small kid himself.

Nathan laughed with him, not taking the slightest offense. “Certainly is. He’s due in four weeks’ time.” He proffered the gummi bears again.

Picking a green one, Andrew bit the limbs off it before decapitating it and swallowing the body.

“Jesus, what did that bear ever do to you?” Nathan had been watching the whole process in fascination.

“Didn’t get the chance. I got him first,” Andrew said smugly, taking a drink although the bitter taste of the beer didn’t really mix well with the candy.

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” Nathan drawled.

They grinned at each other, then Andrew asked, “A Texas boy?”

Nathan tipped an imaginary Stetson and said, “Yes boss. San Antone born and bred.”

Andrew pretended to groan. “Oh no. A Spurs fan? I think I may never speak to you again.” He spoke in a slow deep drawl, allowing the accent he normally suppressed to become more noticeable.

“Wait a moment!” Nathan’s hazel eyes positively sparkled. “Do I hear me another escapee? Only, one from the wrong side of the tracks?”

“Born in Dallas, moved to Santa Fe when I was ten,” Andrew confirmed.

“Ah, a Mavs then?” At Andrew’s nod, the younger man hummed. “Not sure we should be talkin’, but as we’re both momma’s boys, shall we put aside our differences, at least until I whup your ass at Madden?”

Andrew winced at the reference to his mother—Momma’s black sheep perhaps—but kept his smile glued to his face. For once, he liked this new addition to the area. He hoped Nathan wasn’t a hiding behind the front door type. “In your dreams, boy,” he drawled.

Nathan whooped. “You are so on.” A challenging light entered his eyes. “How ’bout we escape from here and you pretend you can try and beat me?” He lunged forward to engulf a startled Andrew in a bear hug. Arms flailing, Andrew found himself smushed up against a cotton shirt. He inhaled the scent of laundry detergent, and beneath it sweat, and something he couldn’t define. His hands, trying to get a purchase on something solid, landed on Nathan’s back. Fuck, this guy was packing muscle. He made Andrew look like a stick insect.


  1. What a great interview and excerpt.

    Its on my TBR!

  2. Thank you for having me here, Lee.

  3. Sue, it was my pleasure. Now it just has to go on my TBR list!!


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