Check out the latest from Sean Michael, Underground: Special Teams. There is a interview to read, a hot nsfw excerpt to fan yourself over, and a contest to enter! Now on to our interview…
STRW. A large percentage of your stories have a BDSM content. Why fold that element into your series?
Sean Michael: Because it’s hot. I love the kink, I love the power play — it throws a whole new dynamic into a story. And some characters need it.
STRW: The inclusion of kinky sex, including elements of D/s and BDSM get a wide range of treatment from authors, from the knowledgeable to the uninformed. How important is it to you that your stories are regarded as not only sexy and entertaining but factual?
Sean Michael: Sane, safe and consensual are important to me, but my books are not instruction manuals – they are fiction.
STRW: I love the way in which you show people why certain characters need to have bdsm in their lives. Which was the first character to show you that you had to go this route in a story?
Sean Michael: Thank you! Secrets, Skin and Leather was pretty early on, as were the Velvet Glove books. Conner and Desmond were the characters who really started that series for me.
STRW: . Do you find that using BDSM is a turn off or turn on to readers? Or both?
Sean Michael: I’ve heard from readers on both sides of that one, actually.
STRW: You also write M/M fiction that has little kink to them, some lovely sweet romantic stories. Do you find yourself alternating them to change up your writing or do you wait for the characters and storylines to talk to you?
Sean Michael: The characters dictate things, though I can usually tell from the start which way they’re going to go. They have on occasion surprised me!
STRW: You’ve been writing for some time. How has your writing changed over time?
Sean Michael: I’m writing a lot more kink now than I did in the beginning.
STRW: You are great friends with BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot. Do you find yourselves bouncing ideas off each other? And perhaps being crit partners too?
Sean Michael: All the time!
STRW: Favorite characters you have written?
Sean Michael: I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to have favorites. However, the ones that have stayed with me the most would be the Jarheads, a core group of the Hammer Club men, and the men of Chess. But I don’t have favorites. 😉
STRW: What childhood book or story had the greatest impact on you as a child and writer today?
Sean Michael: I don’t think I could put my finger on one. I’d have to go with just books in general. My folks used to put a book in the crib with me when I was little so I wouldn’t wake them up immediately. Growing up, most evenings were spent sitting in the living room together after supper, reading. Books were very important in my childhood and beyond.
STRW: What’s next for Sean Michael?
Sean Michael: I just started a new series that really came out of the blue and it has no deadline, no home as yet, but my God the characters are noisy and hot and I keep sneaking away from the other stories I should be working on to play with Tide, Lance, Ty and Bryan! I say series because while it’s starting with these four, I have a dozen other characters already jumping up and down, demanding their turn.Thank you for the interview!
STRW: Thanks for stopping by and agreeing to sit a while in our author interview chair! Now on to y0ur latest story, Underground: Special Teams!
Book Name: Underground: Special Teams
Author Name: Sean Michael
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.
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Title: Underground: Special Teams by Sean Michael
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris
Underground: Special Teams Blurb:
When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very naked. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.
With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.
Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?
Underground: Special Teams Excerpt (NSFW):
“Do you want me to observe only this evening?”
“For a few hours at least. Jack has vouched for you, but it’s important to learn us, how we work.”
Hunter nodded slowly. If these people were forcing men to be subs, making them stay, abusing them, he’d be very surprised. This level of care didn’t come out of a place of abuse.
“Let’s go downstairs. I’ll introduce you around. Ben wants to shave his boy today, head to toe, and he wants an audience.”
“Even eyebrows?” That was some hard core shit. And wouldn’t that surprise people who thought BDSM was all about whips and chains?
“Everything. This isn’t a punishment, but Pete is having serious issues with hiding from Ben.”
“Ah, Ben sounds like a very wise man.” Inventive, attentive, a good master.
Hunt already liked this group. If it turned out anyone was being held here against their will, if they weren’t on the up and up, he was going to be extremely disappointed.
“They’re both learning, but they’re getting there.”
“Are they a new couple?” Hunt asked, watching Dan move around the kitchen, triple checking everything.
Jack answered him. “Yeah, Ben has been waiting for Pete for years, but the connection is new.”
“I look forward to seeing them together, then. Watching their scene.”
“It should be intense, emotional. Pete is a fighter.”
Hunt nodded, already affected, just by the conversation.
Daniel chuckled. “Pete used to be a surgeon, and he had a breakdown. Went to work on a construction crew before he started working from home.”
“Those high pressure jobs often produce subs, don’t they?” The best sub Hunt had ever had was a man who ran a fortune five hundred company.
“You know it. We have a number of subs that are desperate to break, to allow someone else in.”
“I enjoy a challenge.” Hunt had to remind himself he was here on the job, not to find someone.
Jack grinned. “Me, I’m looking for a sweet boy, a good bottom who likes a hard fuck but isn’t pushing constantly.”
Daniel’s laughter filled the air. “In other words, you’re not looking for a boy like Keif?”
“Fuck, no. No, Keif needs an owner, not a Dom.”
Hunt’s eyebrow went up. “Keif?”
“One of our unattached subs,” Daniel said. “He’s got the need to be hard-used, broken down. No one man can handle him, no offense Jack.”
“Is he here tonight?” Hunter asked, intrigued despite himself.
“He’s with our group every night he’s not on call.”
“Is that a yes?” Because he hadn’t heard a yes.
“He is here — plugged, bound, gagged, and, I would imagine well-sounded by now.”
Jesus Christ. A bolt of pure desire went through Hunt.
Daniel grabbed a case of water. “Come on, guys. Let’s go down.”
“Can I take anything?” Hunt offered.
“Can you grab the fruit bowl? I find fruit to be hydrating, erotic, and less messy than chocolate.”
“You got it.” These guys were pros at this hosting a BDSM party thing and Hunt found himself once again hoping they were all on the up and up. He wanted to play, not to make arrests.
Following Dan downstairs, he felt his anticipation ramping up.
Instead of a dark, club-like atmosphere, downstairs there was a room with couches and lamps, pillows. It looked totally normal, at least until he saw the cage in one corner. The massage table. The man kneeling, wearing nothing but a collar.
Hunter took everything in, eyes moving over the men in the room, cataloging them. The man in the collar had to be Pete, the slender, whip-like man looking on proudly, Ben. There were a couple of men sitting together, a few wandering. In the back, bound and ring gagged, cock stuffed was…
Wait. Wait. Hunter knew that shock of near-white hair, the icy blue eyes. He saw that face every time the SWAT team was called out. Keifer Magnessen.