Thank you to Because Two Men Are Better Than One for hosting me today!
And what a great blog title! Two men are better than one when it comes to romance and I love giving everyone their happy ending.
Speaking of happy endings, I’ve noticed in a number of interviews I’m asked if I prefer HEAs, or at least HFNs. And my answer is always YES! A resounding YES! Yes! Yes! Yes! Because yes, everyone deserves a happy ending, but also because I don’t want to write stories that don’t end happily.
There’s enough awfulness and sadness and negativity in the world. I want my stories to be a place where, in the end, there is happiness, there is love, and there are two (or more!) men who have found their place in life with their lover.
So with very few exceptions, and certainly anything I’ve written in the last ten years or so, you can be assured that there will be a happy ending for my characters.
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She stuck her tongue out, but before she could retaliate, Mel was calling ready on the chicken. “You two stay sitting, I’ll go get you plates.”
“Remember that I like more food on my plate than you’ll eat in a week,” Brook told her. “I eat like a real person.” Brook turned towards Seth, his cheeks heating. “No offence, man, just most dancers I’ve met don’t eat enough to keep a mouse alive.”
“Don’t worry about it. I only eat vegetables and lean protein.”
“See? I mean, I get it, you’ve got to keep the form, but it’s so restrictive. I doubt I could do it.”
“It takes discipline, for sure.” And Seth was incredibly good at focus.
“You were in that show with Lizzie last winter, weren’t you? It was amazing.” If Brook was just making polite conversation, he was extremely good at it.
“I was. It was incredibly fun. I think we all had a good time.”
Lizzie nodded, refilled his wine. “It was hard enough to be interesting, but joyful enough to be entertainment.”
Brook’s eyes travelled the length of his body, the guy smiling at him when their eyes met.
“I’ll get those plates of food,” Lizzie said, moving away.
He offered a smile, but it wasn’t much of one. He wasn’t interested in looking at anyone right now, at having anyone see him.
Lizzie brought their food over, mostly salad and a bit of chicken for him, a full plate including potato salad for Brook. Then she and Mel joined them and they sat and ate, making more small talk in between bites.
He had to admit, it was easy, and a better way of passing time than sitting in his room and brooding.
No one mentioned Fayden or newspapers or being called a monster, thank God. It was just an evening with friends. Like everything was normal.
He let himself enjoy it, even though the constant voice in the back of his head insisted nothing would ever be normal again.
After supper Lizzie helped Mel clean the outside kitchen and the grill, leaving him with Brook, who was very nice, their conversation light.
The two glasses of wine were making him a touch maudlin, but he was forcing it back, keeping control of his emotions. That was what he did. Control. Discipline.
Brook moved his hand across to Seth’s chair and placed it lightly on his knee. “I’d like to see you again.”
He jumped, the touch surprising him. “I’m… I’m recovering from a rather intense break-up right now. It’s a bad time.”
His knee was squeezed gently, then Brook withdrew his hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too, but thank you for understanding. I appreciate it.”
Brook nodded, then reached for the bottle Lizzie had left on a nearby table. “More wine?”
“I… Sure. One more. I’ll catch a cab home.”
Brook filled the glass up for him.
“Thank you.” Seth knew Lizzie would make sure he got into a cab safely.
“I still think you’d like my beer,” Brook said.
“I probably would. I love a good brew.”
“I make good ones. I’m perfecting them, in fact.”
“Does it take long?” Seth asked.
“It varies. Depending on the type.” Brook leaned forward and began to tell him all about it, face and hands animated.
Seth had to smile. How charming was that?
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.
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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