We have Sean Michael stopping by today with his new release Just the Right Notes from Dreamspinner Press
Thank you to Divine Magazine for hosting me today.
It’s great to have Just the Right Notes available again and I’d like to thank Dreamspinner Press for reprinting it. The wonderful thing about a reprint for me as an author is that new life is breathed into an older title.
It gets a spiffy new cover, and the while I haven’t added any significant content to the story, it gets re-edited and made shinier.
I remember when I started writing Elliot and Graham’s story, I wanted to take the trope of the Dom always being the strong one and helping the sub through their problems and foibles, and turn it on its ear. I wanted to make the sub the strong one, the one to remind the Dom that it’s through their D/s relationship that they can find their centers and focus. That together, they can face anything.
Smut fixes everything
Just the Right Notes
Elliot is an up-and-coming architect who just opened his own firm—which is a lot more work and pressure than he expected. His partner, Graham, is a respected composer and conductor. They share their love and lives in a beautiful house designed by Elliot, and whenever things get too hard to handle, they retreat to their cabin getaway where Elliot becomes Dom to Graham’s needy little sub.
When things at Elliot’s firm begin to crumble, Graham needs to be the tough one, the one to suggest the cabin and the games they play there, knowing Elliot’s role as Dom will give him strength and that their games will recharge his lover. Together, they keep working to find that precarious balance in their lives—until an accident threatens to change everything. Elliot and Graham’s love faces its greatest challenge yet, and only the resilience they draw from each other can see them through hardship and keep the music in their lives.
God, what a day.
Elliot hadn’t realized quite how much nonarchitectural work would be involved in running his own firm. It wasn’t even like it was a big firm or anything. Him, two junior architects fresh out of university, and a secretary.
He pulled into the driveway and took a minute to admire the house. It really was beautiful, if he did say so himself. He chuckled as he got out, grabbing his jacket and his briefcase. It was probably egotistical as hell to love your own work so much, but he did.
Now, if Graham was just in a better mood than when he’d left this morning, his Friday night just might be salvageable.
He let himself in. “Hey, honey, I’m home.”
Well, that could be good or bad….
He wandered through the living area into the kitchen, where he found a half-full bottle of wine and a shattered glass. He was leaning toward not good, and a plan began to form in his mind. The bag was packed and it was late enough they’d have missed the worst of the traffic. An hour and a half and they could be at the cabin.
He headed for the study.
The light was on, Graham sprawled over a chair, score sheets crumpled and torn around him, tears streaking his lean cheeks even in sleep.
Oh, he didn’t think so. Enough was enough. If anything or anyone was going to torture Graham, it was going to be him, and Graham was going to love every fucking second of it.
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.
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