Monday 20 June 2016

Release Day Blog Post - Island Counselor by Sue Brown


Island Counselor by Sue Brown


Today, I'm thrilled to host Sue Brown's new book Island Counselor, book 2 in the Island Medics series set on the beautiful Isle of Wight. Sue is one of my auto buy authors and I already have this book on my Kindle.

Island Medics #2, part of the Isle universe.



 

Release Date Jun 20, 2016

Words 61,503

Pages 200

ISBN-13 978-1-63477-336-2

File Formats epub, mobi, pdf

 

Buylinks:

Ebook:Dreamspinner | Amazon | ARe


 

Blurb

Logan is there for everyone, but who is there when he falls apart?

 

Counselor Logan Wilde has a successful therapy practice in London, but when a traumatic incident there leaves him suffering from PTSD, he takes refuge in his holiday cottage on the Isle of Wight, unable to face going back to work. Not that he’s allowed to relax. Logan’s time is taken up with helping Liam Owens, plus there’s Nick Brent, whom Logan discovers collapsed on the beach. Nick and Logan spend their time bickering with each other, but that doesn’t alter the attraction they feel.

 

Logan is forced to make some hard decisions about his future, which entails facing up to recent events. Only he’s not alone—Nick is with him. Unfortunately someone else makes a decision too, and now trouble is on its way to the Isle of Wight.

 



 
The Isle Series Information





 

Island Medics

 



 

Excerpt

THE PAT-PAT of Logan Wilde’s feet hitting the hard-packed sand echoed as he ran along the beach. He ignored the splashes of sea and sand on his shins and calves, instead focusing on the white building on the far side of the bay. The beach was mercifully free from tourists at this hour, and the sounds of the island waking up to a new day didn’t disturb his rhythm. His breathing was focused and even as he ran, although the tightness in his abdomen told him he shouldn’t overdo it.


A dog came bounding down the beach to the water’s edge and momentarily disturbed Logan’s pace. He dodged around the golden retriever, which barked happily but thankfully ignored him after that, more interested in the small waves rolling across the sand. Logan loved dogs, but he preferred to like unknown dogs at a distance. As a jogger Logan had been chased, jumped on, and even bitten by dogs. The owners were always apologetic, but apologies didn’t do much to control their mutts.


As the sun rose over the horizon, he ran on, enjoying the time to himself. Logan loved the Isle of Wight. He’d been coming here since he was a teenager on a school trip. Now that he owned a holiday cottage in Freshwater, he spent as much free time there as he could. Unfortunately—or fortunately—as his therapy practice back in South London was thriving, his free time had rapidly decreased. His time on the island was precious and he guarded it jealously. Most of the time he didn’t even let his friends on the island know he was here; he needed alone time to decompress.


Logan had nearly reached the end of the bay and was contemplating turning around, when he spotted a man sitting on the sand ahead of him. He wouldn’t have paid much attention except the man had taken off his left trainer and his sock. As Logan watched, the man swore loudly.
 

Logan jogged up to him. “Are you okay?”


“Do I look okay?” the man snapped. He was young, maybe midtwenties, with dark hair and long dark lashes that framed green eyes. He would have been handsome but for the sour look on his face.


Logan ignored the hostile words and looked down at his ankle. “Can I take a look? I’m a doctor. At least I was,” he amended honestly.


“Great,” the man muttered. “Like I haven’t seen enough of you lot.”
 

“It’s up to you. I can leave you here if you want,” Logan said cheerfully enough. “You’re going to have to move soon. The tide’s coming in.”

 

Sure enough, the sea was creeping up the sand and it wouldn’t take long for the beach to disappear.


The man scowled at him. “Just help me off the beach.”


Logan offered his hand. The man ignored it and tried to stand up by himself, only to crumple with a pained cry when he tried to bear weight on his left foot.


“Look, stop being an arse and let me help,” Logan said. He tucked the sock into the trainer, picked it up, and slung his arm around the guy’s waist.


They managed to get to the promenade without incident. Their progress was slow, and by the time they’d climbed the stairs, the man was sweaty and pale beneath his tan.


Logan manhandled him onto a seat and knelt at his feet. “I’m going to look at your ankle. You might need to get to the hospital and get it x-rayed.”


“It’ll be fine,” the man said. “I had an accident a few weeks ago. I shouldn’t have tried to run yet.”


Logan frowned as he gently examined the ankle. He didn’t fail to notice the man’s muscled calves and thighs with their dusting of dark hair. “I think you just twisted it.”
 

“That’s what I said.”


“So why do you look like you’re about to pass out?” Logan asked.


“I’m fine. You’ve done your Good Samaritan bit. Now you can go away.”


If the guy hadn’t been looking like death warmed over, Logan might have done just that. He had better things to do with his morning than deal with Mr. Bitchy, but something was wrong and Logan wasn’t going to leave the man here alone. He’d probably pass out and smack his head on the concrete.


The man tried to pull his leg away, but Logan kept him where he was. Logan sat back on his heels. “When you look like you can stand without passing out, I’ll go. Let’s start again. Hi, my name’s Logan Wilde.” He held out his hand.


The man stared at him as if he were mad, and then he gave a short laugh and shook Logan’s hand. “Nick Brent.”


“Pleased to meet you, Nick.” Logan gave him a direct look. “You twisted your ankle because…?” When Nick pursed his lips stubbornly, Logan sighed. “Jesus, Nick. I don’t need to be a doctor to tell you’re in pain.”
 

“It’s my left hip,” Nick said eventually. Logan nodded at him, trying to encourage him to continue. “I’m a fisherman—or I was up until a month ago. I slipped on the boat and smacked my hip. It’s taking a while to heal.”


“You can’t work until it is?” Logan guessed
 

Nick shook his head. “I’m stuck on land until it does.”


“So what were you trying to do today?”


“I went for a jog.” Nick caught sight of the expression on Logan’s face. “I just thought if I could jog, then I could work.”


“So you overdid it even though your hip hurts like hell, then your leg crumpled, and you fell?”
 

“Something like that,” Nick said sourly. Then he sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know I was stupid, but I’m desperate, Logan. If I can’t work, I’m not earning any money. I can’t even pay the mortgage on my flat, so I’ve rented it out to get some money in. I’ve moved back in with my mum.”


Logan didn’t need to be a mind reader to see how unimpressed Nick was with the situation. “I understand, but you have to give yourself time to heal. You’re just going to end up doing more damage if you try to force it.”


Nick huffed and refused to meet Logan’s eyes. “I need to get home.”


“Where do you live?”
 

“About five minutes from here. I’ll be fine.”

 
“You still look pale and sweaty. I’m going to get my car and drive you home. And before you argue, I’m going to put your sock and trainer on too.” He waited, but Nick didn’t say a word. “What? No arguments?”

 
“It hurts too fucking much to bend over,” Nick admitted.


“Hallelujah. Sense at last.” Logan carefully rolled on Nick’s sock and helped him with his trainer. “Stay there.”


Nick leaned back in the seat, scowling at Logan, who ignored it and got to his feet. Logan stretched, groaning a little at his cramped muscles. As he relaxed, he noticed Nick eyeing him up and down. When Nick caught Logan’s gaze, he looked away, still scowling, but his cheeks had gone bright red.


Well, then!

 
 


 

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Saturday 11 June 2016

Rainbow Snippet 11th/12th June


 


Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook Group that invites authors to post six sentences of their work each weekend. It can be from anything you like, your current WIP, a recent release, the golden oldie that even you had forgotten you had written, or just a scrap of an idea (as long as it has six coherent sentences). Nothing of your own work worth mentioning? How about a six sentence review of your favourite LGBTQ+ story.

 

Today’s snippet is from Returning Home, the second in the Call of Home series and available for preorder with Pride Publishing on Tuesday, 14th June. On that day Choosing Home is available for early download as well as being on preorder on Amazon.

In this scene, at the end of chapter 1, Darach is trying to discover more about the man with the cat. He is visiting his family’s farm. Maggie is his sister who owns the café down the street.


 

“I met your neighbor and his cat when I was outside the café,” he said. “He seems an unlikely person to find living in a small Scottish village. Is there a story?”

Maggie gazed at him, eyebrows raised. “He arrived about two years ago, but we still don’t know much about him. Keeps himself to himself and says very little. The cat likes to visit the café, though, and charms the visitors. He’s an artist and makes the most wonderful pieces of pottery and decorated tiles, but remains something of a mystery.”

“Does the mystery have a name?”

“Yes, his name is Brice Drummond.”
 
 

 

Saturday 4 June 2016

Rainbow Snippet 4th/5th June






Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook Group that invites authors to post six sentences of their work each weekend. It can be from anything you like, your current WIP, a recent release, the golden oldie that even you had forgotten you had written, or just a scrap of an idea (as long as it has six coherent sentences). Nothing of your own work worth mentioning? How about a six sentence review of your favourite LGBTQ+ story.


Firstly, an apology for not getting around to everyone's snippet last week. I am to read this week's snippets tomorrow. My snippet today comes from Staying Home which will be the third in the Call of Home series. I got the contract offer yesterday. Choosing Home is now up for preorder here and Returning Home will be available for preorder soon.
 
 

In this scene from the first chapter, we meet Darach, who is one of the MCs from Returning Home, and Sam, one of the MCs from Staying Home. Sam believes his feelings will get him nothing but pain and regret, and Darach knows more about him than Sam wants people to discover. For now, I’ll keep secret who they are discussing. This is my edit.

 

“You don’t need to worry. He’s totally in the dark regarding what you and me used to get up to in the PE cupboard. Look, I’ve no idea what’s going on with you Sam, but if you hurt him, I’ll tear you limb from limb, policeman or not. He’s vulnerable and too caring.”

Sam glanced over Darach’s shoulder and sighed. “We’re friends Darach, and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

“Even if you want more?”

He swallowed hard. “Even if I want more. The reality of my situation is perfectly clear to me. I made a choice and became a minister. You might think it’s mad, but I was called to this role. You have your vocation, and I have mine.”


I hope people enjoy this series. Choosing Home will have a book blast on 12th July, general release day. Returning Home has its general release on 26th July. Knowing how these things work it will be a few months before Staying Home is released. I have ideas for a fourth story, but I need to do some research so if anyone knows sources about climbing, especially Munro bagging, or Shibari, please point me in the right direction.