We have Sean Michael stopping by today with his new release A New Way To Dance
Thank you to Divine Magazine for hosting me today!
One of the things that inspired me to write A New Way to Dance, was that I wanted to put two Doms together and see what happened. While Brook isn’t heavy into the BDSM scene, he definitely considers himself a Top and has a lot of ideas of how he can use that to help Seth out.
In the relationship that Seth gets publicly dumped from, he is the Dom while his lover Fayden – a dance choreographer – is the sub. Fayden uses their BDSM relationship to claim that Seth was abusing him. He doesn’t go to the cops, but he does go to the press and so Seth is publicly branded. Of course, then he’s hurt and figures he’ll never have sex again, so it doesn’t matter.
Seth is more of a sub, than a Dom, though, but when he was 19 and this important man in his world wanted to have a relationship with him, he was happy to try out this Dom thing in order to give Fayden what he wanted. So, Seth was more pushed into it than was naturally that way.
I was given all this information as I wrote the book – my characters are always in control and while I might expect them to go a certain way, they’ll often veer off on me. It definitely keeps things interesting for me 😉
I hope you enjoy Seth and Brook’s exploration of their roles in the relationship.
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Title: A New Way to Dance
Author: Sean Michael
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Length: 65,000 Words | 262 Pages
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance, M/M Romance, BDSM
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.
“Do you mind if I have a glass of water?” Seth asked.
“I do. It’s more precious than gold.” He waited a beat before winking.
“I probably have a quarter in my briefcase to spare.”
“I was teasing.” The urge to take that kiss got stronger.
“Me too. I don’t carry cash,” Seth said.
He laughed, delighted, and gave in, leaning in to touch their mouths together.
Seth blinked, then leaned back, blinked again. “That was unexpected.”
“I want to kiss you.”
“Why?” There wasn’t a hint of self-pity in the question, just honest curiosity.
“Because I’m attracted to you.”
“Nonsense.” Seth laughed at him. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m well aware that I’m… not a particularly desirable lover.”
He tilted his head. “Did you just insult yourself or me?”
Seth shook his head. “No insult intended.”
“Then let me kiss you.” Brook leaned in again, this time not stopping his own forward momentum. There was something about Seth that lit him up, that fascinated him bone-deep.
Their lips touched. Seth’s were warm and soft and he pressed against them, the touch setting off a warmth in his belly. Seth was thin but solid, muscles firm and surprising under his fingers. Brook kept kissing, enjoying the closeness even more than he expected.
They breathed together, the kisses chaste, gentle.
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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.