Coming Soon: Cross to Bare (Men of London Book 5) by Susan Mac Nicol

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Blurb: It’s amazing what a little mascara and lipstick, a blonde wig, false boobs, and top-notch female fashion can hide. Not that Lenny James is hiding his masculinity. He uses his normal voice when he’s Laverne, and he’s not particularly camp as a man. His reasons for creating his alter ego are locked deep in his past. He is who he is: tough in business, and a romantic at heart. What he’s hiding is vulnerability. He wants a man to accept both sides of him.

Gorgeous, commanding, and dark as sin, Brook Hunter meets Lenny and knows nothing about Laverne until fate pushes her into his path. Cross-dressing is as far from Brook’s reality as fashion is from his world of diplomacy and high finance. Understanding and truth take time, and trust doesn’t come easy. But Brook is about to show Lenny that there are no sides to true love, just the place where they meet in the middle.

Susan’s Bio:

Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. She is never happier than when sitting scribbling down words and making two men fall in love.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She lives in the quaint village of Bocking in Essex, set in the countryside and not far from the sea should she get the yen to eat crab or oysters on the Cromer Pier.

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Susan Mac Nicol: Anniversary Tour

The wonderful and very talented Susan Mac Nicol is celebrating two years in M/M Romance and today she celebrates with us.

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Author Bio:

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Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason.  She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.

Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK.

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Saving Alexander

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Release Date: October 28th 2013

Blurb

Punishing himself for a horrific past that is not his fault, bestselling author Alexander Montgomery seeks redemption and love—and perhaps he will find it.

Famous author though he may be, Alexander Montgomery is not someone you take home to meet your mother. Seriously flawed, damaged by a horrific past, he’s trying hard to claw his way back to normality. But how can anyone respect what he truly is? His therapy involves regular sessions at Study in Scarlet, an exclusive S&M club.

Then comes Sage. Tall, with black hair and blue eyes, an up-and-coming actor with impossible charm and boy-next-door good looks, he’s the perfect choice to play the leading man in a TV adaptation of Alex’s latest best-seller. Even more, he is a man you introduce to your family. Which Alex would do—if he weren’t taken by another man who offers the punishments Alex prays will wipe away the past and make him the person he wants to be. Yet, perhaps there is another path to redemption. If only the solution would reach out and touch him.

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Saving Alexander Excerpt 1

Baroque figures scattered about the room watched Alex and Eric with dead eyes, their faces pastel white and non-judgmental. The sheer opulence of the room was overwhelming.

But for Alex, this place was not about the décor or the ambience. His world revolved around the four square feet he stood on and the man standing in front of him. Eric wore a look of sheer avarice. This constituted Alex’s solace and universe when he was here. Alex’s body was bound right in the centre of this sacred space, his arms outstretched and secured to the cross. The green silk ropes binding his wrists were tight, the long, loose ends trailing down his arm, brushing his body as he moved. It tickled, the sensation sometimes driving him crazy. His legs were spread apart, ankles secured to large, golden hoops on the floor, the same type of silk ties binding them fast. He was almost on tiptoes and the muscles in his long, strong legs threatened to cramp and seize up with the effort.

Eric lifted Alex’s chin with one hand. “Look at me!” he commanded , brushing his fingertips against Alex’s two-day-old stubble.

Alex levelled his eyes to Eric’s, and he lost his breath at the greedy look in them. Not for the first time Alex wondered whether these sessions were for him or for Eric. The lines between customer and seller seemed to blur. The other man seemed to take such special pleasure in Alex.

Eric spoke huskily. “I’m going to let you go now. You know what to do.” He reached up, untying Alex’s arms and dropping the ties onto the floor. Alex stood unsteadily before him. Eric motioned imperiously with his hand. Alex walked over to the large four-poster bed in the corner of the room , lying down on his stomach and turning his head away from Eric, his arms above his head. The silk sheets felt cool and slippery against his skin, soothing the welts and injuries on the front of his body. His cock was hard, needy and he desperately wanted release. He pressed himself harder into the bed, trying to ease the ache and throbbing in his groin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NEW RELEASE: SUIT YOURSELF BY SUSAN MAC NICOL

Blurb:

Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING THE BEAST

Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Star,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.

Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.

Excerpt:

“Hello? Mr. Brown, are you home? My name is Leslie Scott and I’m here with your new suit,” he announced grandly.

He wriggled his backside uncomfortably—that damn thong, what the hell was wrong with it—and scowled as he raised a hand to knock again. As he did so, the door opened. A man’s face peered out of him, half hidden. It was dark inside but what Leslie could see of the face looked rather tasty. That was the first surprise of this visit.

A shock of shaggy, honey-blond hair hung over Mr. Brown’s forehead, and his tanned skin, neat beard and stubble and one wide amber eye all mingled together to make Leslie feel much better about his customer delivery. Mr. Brown also looked a little familiar.

Leslie gave the man what he knew was a dazzling smile, as he’d been praised for it more than once, and indicated the suit hanging across his right arm.

“Mr. Brown? I’m from Debussy Fashion. I’m here to deliver the suit you ordered.”

The man looked a little taken aback, but the door didn’t open any wider. “Oh, I see.” His well-modulated voice sounded a little strained. “Ermm, perhaps you could hand it over to me?” An arm covered in the faintest blond hair and ending in long, slender fingers with well-kept nails reached out of the door, clearly intent on Leslie pressing the suit into his hand.

The whole thing reminded Leslie of YouTube videos of Salad Fingers, something he was addicted to. He shook his head vehemently. “I really need to come in and get the delivery receipt signed, plus you might like to try it on before I leave, make sure it fits?”

The door wobbled to and fro as Mr. Brown indicated his refusal of such a kind offer. “Oh no, I won’t be trying it on. There’s really no need for that. Do you really need to come in?” His voice seemed hopeful that the answer would be no.

Leslie sighed. He was starting to think he didn’t really want to go in there with a man who seemed a little, well, strange, but he knew Laverne would have a hissy fit if he didn’t. “I’m afraid I do need the paperwork signed, yes. I won’t take up much of your time, I promise.”

There was silence and Leslie shuffled from one designer-clad foot to the other in impatience. It was rather chilly outside and his steadily rising nipples chafed underneath his snugly tailored shirt. Finally, Mr. Brown conceded defeat as the door opened wider and a hand swung behind him, bidding Leslie to enter.

Available now from Boroughs Publishing Group, Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk and ARe

Love You Senseless by Susan Mac Nicol

Love you senseless

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Blurb:

One of London’s up-and-coming chefs, Eddie Tripp has just the right recipe to drive tragedy from the mind of Gideon Kent—and leave him senseless with desire.

THE MEN OF LONDON
From Soho to Norwich, there’s no escaping love.

A TASTE OF FOREVER
An award-winning chef with his own restaurant and an inexhaustible passion, Gideon Kent once had everything. Then came tragedy. It stole more than Gideon’s home. He hasn’t cooked since.

Until Eddie Tripp. Fun-loving and vivacious, the Norfolk redhead’s a real up-and-comer in Gideon’s kitchen—and other places. Slim where Gideon’s broad, easy-going where Gideon is growly, he and Gideon seem polar opposites, and yet Eddie conjures flavors that would tempt anyone with a taste for perfection. The sauce of love is already simmering, and this pair is about to dine on the most delicious dish they’ve ever prepared. Because Eddie’s been Gideon’s missing ingredient all along.

Excerpt:

Eddie could only nod fervently as he felt Gideon tense, his strong thighs tightening as he pushed Eddie’s legs further apart to drive deeper and Eddie thought he might split in two as pleasurable as it was. The sound of Gideon’s husky ‘Come for me,” sent an eight-point-zero sized earthquake tremor through Eddie’s body. He cried out as his hand gave one last hearty pull on his aching hard-on and he released warm spunk onto the covers below him. Gideon gave a strangled cry and pulsed inside him, the warmth of semen coating Eddie’s arse and thighs then Gideon collapsed on top of him, flattening him, still deep inside his now aching channel. He turned his face to find Gideon’s mouth, hot, needy lips that sucked the life out of him and tried to choke him with a desperate tongue.

Eddie kissed back, wanting nothing more than this moment, this man in his body and his lips on his. Somewhere a bell rang and for a minute Eddie thought it might be the sound of his own passion translated to tinkling sleigh bells and fireworks like in the cartoon movies when two people kissed. He smiled at that thought then as the bell got more insistent and irritating, he turned to Gideon only to find he was no longer there. Eddie scowled and reached across to where the annoying bell sound was….

He woke from his dream upright, sweating, sticky with come and tangled in musty smelling sheets that had seen their fair share of jack off action lately and needed washing. His hand rested on his mobile phone as it trilled incessantly with his Big Ben alarm. He blinked owlishly for a minute, wondering where he was, then as the dream faded, he fell back in a loose heap with a sense of loss.

Book of the Day: Double Alchemy by Susan Mac Nichol

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Double Alchemy by Susan Mac Nichol

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Powerful yet tormented modern warlock Quinn Fairmont must initiate the silver-eyed Cade Mairston into the world of witchfinders, Withinners, and what can happen when two men fall truly, madly, deeply in love.

THE WORLD IN SHADOW

In modern London there lurks a warlock, Quinn Fairmont. Dangerous, powerful, tortured, sharing his body with the soul of an ancient Welsh sorcerer, Quinn is never alone—and never wholly himself. He fights against all those who would exploit his kind. He takes pleasure where he can find it.

In the forest of Hampstead Heath, Quinn’s hometown, Cade Mairston appears to him like a waking dream. Lithe, lean and silver-eyed, he evokes feelings in Quinn unlike any other: lust with true affection, immediate and shocking. Cade is clearly more than he seems. And yet, if a man of the world, Cade is innocent. He knows nothing of warlocks, witchfinders or Withinners. He knows nothing of what he is, what he might be, or what he might feel. For him, the story is just beginning. Magyck, peril and passion await. More awaits in book two…

Excerpt:

The stranger frowned as he moved forward, holding out his hand. “Perhaps if I introduced myself, we could start again. Quinn Fairmont.”

He held out a hand and Cade regarded it mutinously. Finally he reached out and shook it half-heartedly and Fairmont pulled him to his feet. “Cade Mairston. And I’m no fucking knave in need of rescue.”

Quinn Fairmont smiled at him, having the last word but his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. He held onto Cade’s hand too long until finally Cade pulled it back, feeling a strange disquiet as well as a familiar sexual stirring in his groin, with his cock slowly rising, scenting a possible conquest.

He was used to getting rock hard when he saw something he liked but the speedy progression of his current hard-on surprised him. Quinn regarded him with a more intense scrutiny than before. He lifted his head, sniffing the air, the same as the figure Cade had seen earlier had done. It was a disconcerting sight, like a lion scenting its prey.

“Did you see that man in the clearing?” Cade asked him. He needed to take his mind off the turmoil in his groin and the feeling of disquiet in his belly. He blinked, trying to clear the irritating haze in the air.

Quinn frowned and turned around to peer behind him. “What man?”

“There was a man crouched down on the ground not too long ago. He was whispering.” Cade’s vision cleared.

Quinn Fairmont took another step back, his face set. The smile he’d been wearing had disappeared.

Quinn shook his head carefully. “I didn’t see anyone. There’s only me around to my knowledge.”

Cade stepped forward and gestured toward where he’d seen the figure. “He was there. I saw him. Are you sure you didn’t see anyone?”

Quinn’s face was blank now, his eyes watchful. He seemed less composed than before. “I saw no one. Like I told you, there was no one else around when I saw you.”

Cade shook his head, mystified. “He must have disappeared very quickly then. I wonder where he went to.”

Quinn moved closer to Cade and once again his nostrils flared. Cade’s pupils dilated. His insides churned, lust for this man rising through his body as his groin burnt with heat. He stepped back in confusion, his erection swelling most uncomfortably. He swallowed.

Quinn’s nostrils flared and he narrowed his eyes. His chin lifted and he sniffed. Despite his discomfort, Cade was taken aback by the action.

“Are you sniffing me?” he asked acerbically.

Author Bio:

Susan Mac Nicol was born in Leeds, Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom. At the age of eight, her family moved to Johannesburg, South Africa, where she stayed for nearly thirty years before arriving back in the UK in December 2000. The first year Sue was back in the UK, it snowed on her birthday, as it did the day she was born in 19*coughs* and she swears this was England welcoming her back.

Sue’s career has mostly been in the financial services area and she specialises in what she calls “boring” compliance and regulatory work. That’s why she escapes into the world of writing and fantasy where she chats to her characters ad nauseum and is overjoyed when they reply. It beats the monotony of legalese, contracts, and legislation, and let’s face it, writing hot scenes between men can only be more rewarding.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She is also a member of a rather unique writing group called the Talliston Writers Circle, whose “creator” is a man who is both a Bard and a Shaman. It makes for a really interesting evening and dinner conversation. She lives in the quaint village of Bocking in Essex, set in the countryside and not far from the sea, should she get the yen to eat oysters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Male Pole Dancers by Susan Mac Nicol

I have a confession to make. I am the Madam of a group with a bunch of very sexy, half naked male pole dancers as members, who writhe around in very little clothing and make movements with hips that should be classed as weapons of mass destruction.  And this all started because I wrote a book called Waiting for Rain which had a character in it who fancied himself as a bit of a mover and shaker and loved to dance and in particular, pole dance for his boyfriend. Rain Engel is a carpenter, building a customer made bar at a hotel in rural Stamford when he comes across Toby Prentiss, the General Manager of the hotel. Rain is shirtless, Toby hasn’t had any for a while and a kiss in the lost property room leads to a lot more.

Rain is a bit of an exhibitionist and he fancies himself as a pole dancer. So during the research I did, I fell in love with this performance art/sport and started stalking *coughs* sorry, following the artistes around YouTube and Facebook, posting random videos here and there on my Facebook page. It was amazing just how quickly people, men and women, latched onto the fact there was a whole new pole dance activity out involving men and before long I had quite a few converts. I met someone online, a lady called Shanella McBeth, who sent me some clips of men dancing in heels to further whet my appetite, and I was totally hooked.  Eventually the demand was so great, I thought , why not form a group so we can enjoy these performances in peace and not clog everyone else’s newsfeeds up with sultry, sensual moves of men wrapping themselves around poles, looking like demonic snakes. The men not the poles.

And Male Pole Dance Groupies (and more) was born. The ‘and more’ was because we feature aerial artistes using silk and ropes and men dancing in heels  and various things that bring us pleasure and make our jaws drop.  At last count we have 141members and among that number we count 48 professional pole dancers, of varying experience and rank.  We have World Champions, gymnasts, Cirque du Soleil performers, numerous people who are winners of various awards and titles, Irish dancers, Burlesque acts, teachers and coaches at Cirque schools across the world and those who are competing and trying to get ahead.

You can see the page and check out all the members names here –

Male Pole Dance Groupies (and more)

It’s a diverse membership, spreading from Columbia, Russia, to the US, Europe, South America and  Japan.

And these men all have a few things in common. They train hard, they work hard at what they do, they travel to promote their art, they have dedication and tenacity and they want to be seen as serious contenders for what they do and not the old stereotype of male strippers.  These men are not ‘strippers’, they are serious professionals who deserve recognition for what they do and the effort and hard slog that it takes to get them where they are. Yes, of course we talk about their bodies and their sexy movements but that never overshadows the fact that these guys are professionals.  There are sites out there dedicated to get these guys their dues – http://www.polemen.com/ is one of them.

Even the Wall Street Journal has espoused the benefits and given us an article explaining that pole dancing is not just for women. Oh and by the way, the artistes featured in this article- Keem Martinez, Matty Shield and Timber Brown – they are all members of our group.

WSJ News article

I am a dedicated Pole Junkie. I have a little secret too. My new book trailer for Waiting for Rain will feature an amazing young man called Andre Corey from New Zealand. I was on the look-out for someone to do a simple dance for me to the scene at the end of the book and Andre, bless his heart, said he would do it for me. He took studio time, went in, choreographed it (he says it’s just freestyle, I say its sheer bloody perfection) and has given me four minutes of heart stopping, sexy, jaw dropping pole dancing that makes the knees weak and goes back to what I said earlier – it should be illegal for men to move their bodies like they do and thrust and writhe sinuously, causing palpitations and a lot more heat in other regions…but I digress. It was such a generous thing to do and I can’t thank him enough. So here’s a loud cheer to you, Andre ! If you want to see some of his work, here’s the link

Andre Corey

This whole thing has another aspect to it, apart from the appreciation society we have built and the fan-girling that goes on in there. (And oh boy does it go on.) I’m a great believer in taking something from your book and finding that USP -unique selling point- that could draw a reader in and make them invested in your story. For me, the pole dancing in my book was the hook I needed to promote the book and get awareness of Rain and Toby’s story. There’s also a sheep phobia and some sheep thefts going on in the book but I didn’t think that would work as well as the pole dancing thing. You can only see so many Shaun the Sheep pictures and honestly, they are quite boring animals after all is said and done.

The pole dancing group has enabled me to draw people in and in fact, some of the dancers themselves are reading my current books as they say ‘having an author in here and not reading her work is the same as me not going to see my friends performances.’ It’s a sentiment I can only marvel at and thank them for. So while it might only one or two new readers, we all know that one leads to many, if word of mouth has anything to do with promoting, which I firmly believe it does.

So if you’re interested in the group pop down and join, come in, say Hello and prepare yourself for a rather raunchy and wild ride.

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Author Bio:

Susan Mac Nicol was born in Leeds, Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom. At the age of eight, her family moved to Johannesburg, South Africa, where she stayed for nearly thirty years before arriving back in the UK in December 2000. The first year Sue was back in the UK, it snowed on her birthday, as it did the day she was born in 19*coughs* and she swears this was England welcoming her back.

Sue’s career has mostly been in the financial services area and she specialises in what she calls “boring” compliance and regulatory work. That’s why she escapes into the world of writing and fantasy where she chats to her characters ad nauseum and is overjoyed when they reply. It beats the monotony of legalese, contracts, and legislation, and let’s face it, writing hot scenes between men can only be more rewarding.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She is also a member of a rather unique writing group called the Talliston Writers Circle, whose “creator” is a man who is both a Bard and a Shaman. It makes for a really interesting evening and dinner conversation. She lives in the quaint village of Bocking in Essex, set in the countryside and not far from the sea, should she get the yen to eat oysters.

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Waiting for Rain by Susan Mac Nicol

Due 24th February 2014

Blurb:

The village of Stamford, the quintessential chocolate box English scene, seemed an impossible dream for foster kid Toby Prentiss. Now he’s found a home among the haystacks and village fairs as the general manager for the Duck and Drake Hotel. With the fears and demons from his youth hidden away in this bucolic oasis, he’s very protective of who he lets in. Until he stumbles across shirtless carpenter Rain Engel building the hotel’s new custom-designed bar.

Working in the countryside, Rain prepared to face his biggest fear: sheep. He didn’t expect to deal with his second biggest fear: commitment. Toby’s controlled, tough guy façade coupled with his “find happiness where you can” optimism calls to Rain like nothing before. While Rain may be an exhibitionist, his romantic history forces him to hold his emotions close. As their relationship develops, secrets from their pasts drive a wedge between them: the ex-boyfriend who tore apart Rain’s trust and Toby’s history with the law. But can the secrets hiding among the quirky villagers bring them together? With missing sheep, pole dancing at the winter festival, and a crippling drought, everyone is waiting for Rain.