Sean Michael on Honeycombs, Baking, and his new release ‘Home and Heart’ (author guest blog)

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Home and Heart by Sean Michael

Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza

Sales Links:  Dreamspinner Press | Amazon

 

 

 

Thank you to Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words for hosting me today!

December is such a busy month, isn’t it? On top of all the regular stuff there’s parties and presents and a big meal with family and friends. It just seems to be go go go until the big day and then it’s all over just like that.

I have been a cookie baking fiend. I always give family and close friends a variety of cookies. I love being able to make a wide variety and then split them out and everyone gets a half dozen of a bunch of different kinds. It works out well. But it makes for a very busy cookie-baking time! I have my favorites, but I also bake a few that I never eat because I know family members love them best. My favorite this year was honeycomb – because omg, it worked and I didn’t burn down the house!

I imagine of all the guys in Home and Heart that Sawyer is the one most likely to bake cookies, although he’ll have an enthusiastic helper in Derek. And all the guys will definitely help eat said cookies. As to what kind of a cookie-man each of the four main characters are – I’ll let you decide for yourself what kind you think they’d each like!

And that just begs the question – what kind of cookie do you like best?

Sean “Honeycomb” Michael

smut fixes everything

Blurb:

Is it possible to find the heart’s home twice in a lifetime?

Six years ago, Sawyer Burroughs’s life fell apart. His soul mate and husband of four years died of cancer, and he fell into depression… and a bottle. It’s taken six years, but he’s turned his life around and is ready to start again on the other side of the country.

In his new apartment, he’s welcomed by his young and carefree neighbor, Derek, from across the hall. Derek is eager to make Sawyer feel welcome and even offers him a place to stay when Sawyer arrives ahead of his furniture.

The upstairs neighbors are just as friendly, and soon Sawyer finds a place with the friends-with-benefits threesome. He’s not the shy, vanilla lover they think he is, though, and he’s hiding more than a pair of nipple rings. As it happens, the guys have kinky secrets of their own, but for four men to make a BDSM relationship last, they’ll have to figure some things out.

Excerpt:

Sawyer opened the door to his new place and stared around at the empty space. He’d rented the place sight unseen, and he had to admit it looked small without any furniture. Even with furniture it was going to be smaller than the house back… the old house. He took a deep breath.

Okay. Okay, this was going to be home now. He’d sold everything he didn’t need, he’d sold the house, and he’d packed up his SUV and moved across country to Halifax.

A new house. A new start. A new life.

He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t. He was a grown man with cash and a good freelance job writing for catalogs with a side gig of writing greeting cards. Change was good. Scary, but good. Right? Right. He took another deep breath and squared his shoulders.

Sawyer opened the windows to let the air in; then he went to explore—he had a nice living area, an eat-in kitchen that was plenty big enough to cook in, a master, and a tiny second bedroom for an office. The leasing agent said it was the smallest apartment of the four, but it suited him, and the price was reasonable.

The building was an old house converted into four apartments. The bones of the place were lovely. He just hoped the other tenants didn’t throw too many loud parties. Gosh, that was such an old-man thing to think, wasn’t it?

Of course, he was a widower, a recovering alcoholic, and a bit of a hermit. Which made him sound ancient. But it was the mileage not the years, wasn’t it?

He supposed he should do something about getting the stuff in his van into the apartment. At least a chair so he had somewhere to sit. He had a couple of lawn chairs, a foldout cot, his laptop, his books, and his kitchen stuff with him. The rest he was going to have to buy. Now that he was here without anything, it was tempting to second-guess the decision to sell everything, but his reasoning had been sound. He was starting anew, and that included leaving behind the things he’d shared with James and actually starting fresh.

A knock sounded at the door, startling him out of his thoughts.

He jumped, put his hand on his chest, then went to the door, curious. He opened it slowly. “Hello?”

A young guy with shaggy blond hair and lovely gray eyes stood there, lounging against the door. “Hey, man. I’m across the hall in 1B—Derek. Nice to meet you.”

“Derek? Hello, I’m Sawyer Ham… Burroughs.”

“Hamburroughs? Cool.” Derek looked past him. “Dude, your place is pretty bare.”

“This is my first hour, and it’s just Burroughs.” He didn’t know why he’d stopped using James’s name, but… this was part of his new start, right?

About the Author

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

Sean Michael on the web:

WEBSITE: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

BLOG: http://seanmichaelwrites.blogspot.ca

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites/

TWITTER: seanmichael09

INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/seanmichaelpics/

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