Friday, June 30, 2017

Guest Author Day with Sean Michael


Thank you to Dawn for hosting me on the Reading Nook today.

Dawn asked me what my fantasy cast would be if A New Way to Dance were to be made into a movie.

This is always a hard question for me because the guys show up in my head and they look like themselves, if you see what I mean. However, I can totally find a couple of actors I’d love to see play them who come close to the pictures in my head.

For Seth, I could totally see Ewan McGregor playing him, but he’d have to work hard to get a dancer’s body! He’s also not quite tall enough. He’s got the right look and the acting chops, though. Chris Evans has the right height and look, but he would need to streamline his muscles.

For Brook, I think Matt Bomer fits the bill. He’s got the right hair, the intense eyes, and the right body type.

And wouldn’t they be so pretty together? Yes, indeed they would.

Sean Michael
smut fixes everything


Title:  A New Way to Dance
Author: Sean Michael
Publisher:  Self-Published
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 65,000 Words | 262 Pages
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance, M/M Romance, BDSM

Synopsis

Dancer Seth Avery has it all. He’s at the top of his game as a dancer and he’s in love with famous dance director Fayden DelMonaco, the man who is his sub. Seth’s whole world is turned upside down when Fayden dumps him in the nastiest and most public way possible. To compound matters, he’s in near fatal car crash shortly thereafter that leaves him severely injured.
Brook Turner is an ex-lawyer turned micro-brewer, baby-brother of Seth’s best friend Lizzie. The two met briefly before Seth’s accident, but it’s when they meet again six years later that they get a chance to act on the attraction they’d initially felt.
With Brook’s help, Seth begins to heal not only from his residual physical injuries, but also from the emotional ones inflicted by Fayden. Will it be enough to keep the two of them together?
Join Seth and Brooke as they find a new way to dance together.


Excerpt:

He smiled against Seth’s lips, looking into amazing blue eyes.
“This is very unusual, Brook.”
“That I’m kissing a good-looking man in my living room? It has been a while but I don’t let that stop me.”
“No?” Seth chuckled. “I’ve never kissed someone in your living room before.”
God, Seth was funny, charming. It was unexpected. Laughing, he cupped Seth’s cheek and bent in for another kiss. Usually his hook-ups were fiery, intense, wild, and this was quiet, gentle.
There was something about Seth that brought out the protector in him. He’d had the same instinct the first time they’d met, too.
Brook slowly spread Seth’s lips, slipping his tongue between them.
Seth let him in, then backed off, easing them down again.
He rubbed their noses together, took another kiss. This one sparked a flame, and Seth swallowed a soft moan. He hummed and slipped his tongue back into Seth’s mouth.
Brook wanted to wrap around Seth, surround him and hold him, learn him. Fucking Seth’s mouth with his tongue, he let his hand slide along the man’s jaw.
Seth reached out for him, hand wrapping around his bicep.
Oh yes. He stroked Seth’s neck in approval. He felt the swallow moving his hand. Brook licked Seth’s lips and teased the man’s tongue into his mouth.

Excerpt 2:


 “Did you see USA Today, man?” Julian plopped down, eyes wide. “Fayden is… Well, he’s not naming names, but…”
Seth looked at one of his oldest friends and arguably the best choreographer he knew and tried not to growl. “I saw.”
He saw. His brother saw. His mom saw. His neighbor. Fayden’s sister. Ernie at the fucking convenience store where he bought his daily diet energy shot saw.
“World-Famous Director Escapes from Abusive Sex-Slave Relationship! Says He Feared for His Life!”
Sex slave.
Christ.
Ten years they’d been together. He’d been nineteen when he’d met Fay. Nineteen and horny and amazed that a man almost twenty years his senior with money and power and the most beautiful eyes on earth would want a dancer in the chorus.
“It’s all lies,” Julian told him. “You should sue him.”
“Just drop it, Jules. It’s no big deal.”
Just a huge, life-changing, world-altering deal.
Julian’s eyebrow went up, the man not saying another word but still speaking volumes.
“What do you want me to say? I… I don’t have anything.” He had an apartment. The cops had let him take his car and computer—after they’d copied the hard drive for evidence.
Evidence.
Christ.
“Honey, I’m on your side here.” Julian hugged him.
“I know. I do. Thank God for that.” Who else would he have called from the jail? His lawyer was Fay’s. His friends were Fay’s. Julian was it. His saving grace.
“Come on out with me tonight. There’s a new bar that we haven’t ever been to—he won’t be there.”
“No. Not yet. I’m not going out right now. I need to recover.” Seth needed his space.
“You need someone to take the bad taste of that asshole out of your mouth,” Julian said.
Seth blinked, then started laughing, deep, full belly laughs that felt so good. God, this sucked so hard. “I caught him with another man. That new dancer. Dylan.”
Dylan was nineteen now. Ah, the irony.
“Shit, he’s old enough to be that boy’s grandfather!”
“Yeah. Well, you know…” Seth was going to lie down and die, simple as that. Okay, he wasn’t, but he was going to pretend to, mentally.
“You think we should warn Dylan what a predator asshole he is?”
“Poor, innocent, victimized Fay?” He shrugged. “You wait. I’ll stop getting jobs soon.” It was inevitable.
Julian shook his head. “That’s not fair.” Seth noticed that his friend didn’t say it wasn’t going to happen.
“Life’s not fair. I have to work out and head home. I have an audition for a music video in the morning.” Hopefully he’d make a good impression. It would be good to put some money in the bank before the jobs started drying up.
Julian hugged Seth tight. “If there’s anything I can do, honey…”
“I love you, honest. Maybe we’ll meet for brunch on Sunday? Somewhere new?” Somewhere the paparazzi and Fayden wouldn’t be.
“You got it. Text me the deets.”
“Absolutely.” He grabbed his coffee and headed out of the little coffee shop outside of the studio he’d rehearsed in most of his adult life.
He was going to lose that too, he’d bet. Everything was going to just disappear because Fay had decided to trade him in for a younger model and was doing it in the nastiest way possible. Seth could feel everyone staring at him, could hear people talking about him.
He couldn’t stand it anymore and it was only going to get worse.
“Hey. Seth. I…” Lizzie Bean came up, took his arm, the leggy dancer as tall as he was. They’d worked together a hundred times at least. “I don’t know what to say except that I love you, man, and people suck.”
He made this weird half-tickled, half-surprised sound. “They totally do. God, they do.”
“Come have supper with us? Mel is grilling chicken.”
Mel was an amazing cook. And it was tempting, being with people who wouldn’t look at him like he was a monster.
“Please. Come on. You look exhausted and I promise to just feed you foods with no real calories and ply you with wine.” She put her hand on his arm. “Please.”
“God, you’re so demanding.” Seth nodded, though, found a smile. “Let’s go.”
She beamed at him and slid her hand into the crook of his elbow when they started to walk. Lizzie and Mel lived not that far from the studio in a converted loft with the most amazing roof garden full of potted trees and flowering plants and several large raised areas where they grew vegetables.
Mel was big into farm-to-table cooking and tried to grow as much of his own produce as he could.
Lizzie told him a story about one of Mel’s nephews—the man had far too many nieces and nephews to keep track of—who had gotten a skateboard for his birthday and become the terror of the neighborhood.
Seth tried to laugh in all the right places. Every so often he’d catch sight of himself in a window, just the barest hint, and he’d sigh. He’d really thought Fay was his Mr. Right. They’d been into the same things, the chemistry had been off the charts, they were uber-compatible in bed…

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Meet the Author


Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
Sean’s available for interviews, by the way. He can always be talked into, well talking about himself. Just drop him an email.

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