Love and Fate and Billy and Johnson
If you asked Billy and Johnson what it was about each other that made them fall in love, Johnson would hem and haw and if he had at least a beer in him, would tell you that he fell for Billy’s skin, for that smooth beautiful skin that he just knew would bruise like a dream. And that once he knew that’s what Billy needed, too, he was lost.
Billy would probably give you a case in point argument, complete with slides and possibly a break for lunch if it ran long.
Yeah, they’re different guys from different backgrounds with very different jobs. And they never would have met if Billy’s Jeep hadn’t conked out right near Johnson’s garage. But for that one little twist of fate, their love affair never would have happened.
I imagine everyone has people in their lives who they only met because they zagged in a situation where they usually would have zigged, be it a friend, an enemy or, like in Billy and Johnson’s case, a lover.
Were they fated to meet, was it destiny that put a hand in and made that one little thing happen so Billy and Johnson could meet? Or was it pure luck? Would they have found love even if it wasn’t with each other? Luckily, they’ll never have to find out because, as chance (or was it fate?) would have it, I saw the man who inspired Billy, or their story might never have been told at all!
smut fixes everything
About 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, organising 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 channelling 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.
Blurb for Bruised:
Johnson figures it’s got to be a sign when cowboy Billy shows up at his garage after hours, just as he’s about to go find someone to spend the night with. He’s horny enough that a lot of guys would look good, but Billy seems special somehow.
Billy thinks Johnson’s the hottest ticket he’s seen since he moved to California from Texas, and after a good meal and some good fun, he takes Johnson home. They both find out they’re getting more than they bargained for. Can Johnson and Billy figure out why they feel so connected and can they make it last once reality sets back in?
Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released by another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
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Bruised Excerpt :
The chili was good, the beer cold. The cobbler was promising to be perfect and the company?
Johnson was fine, nice eyes, great voice. They had started swapping horror stories from their childhoods—his own fights with his older brother, being the only boy cheerleader in a fifty-mile radius, Johnson’s most hated teacher, pranks he’d pulled.
It was fun, relaxing. A hell of a lot better than singing along with the jukebox and reading depositions.
Carol brought over the cobbler ’n’ ice cream and Johnson gave him that sexy grin again. “Now for the real test.”
He arched an eyebrow, licked his lips. “Yeah?” He waited to see what Johnson said, to see where the flirtation would go.
“Cobbler versus sex. That’s quite the challenge.”
“Hmm.” He scooped up a spoonful, balancing the pastry and cream, and held it out. “Open up, tell me what you think.”
Johnson gave him a slow, easy smile and leaned forward, mouth opening. Oh, now that was sexy as fuck. He fed Johnson the bite, watching as the hot-cold sweet hit Johnson’s tongue. The man’s eyes closed, a soft moan sounding, the whole experience sensual as hell.
Johnson took his time, savoring the bite, licking his lips. When his eyes opened, he gave Billy another smile. “Oh, now that was good. Of course, there’s only one way to make a true comparison.” Johnson’s voice was low, gravelly.
“Yeah? How’s that?” Oh, sweet fuck, he was hard as a frigging board and so ready to play.
“Have sex, of course.” Johnson winked at him, that smile firmly in place, invitation in the almost-green eyes.
“Do you kiss on the first date?” Hell, do you put out? How do you feel about nice hard fucks?
Down, Billy. Up-and-coming lawyers do not go to bed with mechanics after beer and chili. Don’t. Just…
Well, they might.