Friday, October 3, 2014

Blog Tour, eARC Review, Excerpt & #Giveaway: Special Teams 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, 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.

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Book Name: Underground: Special Teams
Author Name: Sean Michael

Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris
When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very naked. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh? 


My Rating: 4 of 5 Stars
For BDSM Fans

Hunter was on an undercover assignment for a supposed Hard Core BDSM club that crossed the legal and moral lines. As he was a Dom, he knew he was the most comfortable going in and would know if lines are crossed. What he walked into was not only a typical safe BDSM party with conscientious DOMs in attendance and acting as monitors, but someone he never expected at all was there as well and he was bound, gagged, and ready for submission: super tough SWAT officer Keifer Magnessen.

Keiffer was on a tightrope that was ready to break at any given time. His work as a lead sharp shooter placed him on the edge every single assignment and even on the down low, he was paranoid at best. His is a life that oveflows with tension and stress on a regular basis and all he needed was someone who understood what he did and knew his needs. After being promised to get the satisfaction he needed as a submissive and getting disappointed countless times, he never expected to be with a Dom who would honestly know what he was doing any time in the near future. That is until Hunter Simms, a clean detective he knew of distantly. Him coming into the party where he was bound and ready was a huge surprise. That Hunter knew what to do for him and met his every need before he could even voice it, was an even bigger surpriseone. 

Actually falling in love with each other ~ this was stuff he only dreamed of.

Special Teams is a typical Sean Michael story where the romance is strong, the BDSM element is stronger, and the entertainment factor is the strongest of them all. There is just something about a lightly written book that reads fast that just makes me smile for I don't have to think, and neither do I have to get frustrated over so many societal angsts that could get a super story to go down with all the drama. Drama is absent here, and if others say that the injuries and adjustments Keifer had to go through was drama, well, it was so lightly written in that I completely forgot there actually was drama. As for the relationship between Hunter and Keif, well, that was one learning process they had to go through. A learning process that was surprisingly sweet and tender on so many levels. It is a great read.

Having said all these, I have one BIG thing to gripe over and it has nothing to do with the author nor the story at all, and does not affect my final rating. I leave this note to the editor: 

"Sir?" A little Pilipino nurse came in. "Sir, you have some company."

As I am a Filipino, I took immediate notice and I understand that this is a common enough mistake to make, unfortunately it jarrrrrrrssssss my eyes when I see such misspelling. Please see postscript below.


"Do you want me to observe only this evening?"

"For a few hours at least. Jack has vouched for you, but it's important to learn us, how we work."

Hunter nodded slowly. If these people were forcing men to be subs, making them stay, abusing them, he'd be very surprised. This level of care didn't come out of a place of abuse.

"Let's go downstairs. I'll introduce you around. Ben wants to shave his boy today, head to toe, and he wants an audience."

"Even eyebrows?" That was some hard core shit. And wouldn't that surprise people who thought BDSM was all about whips and chains?

"Everything. This isn't a punishment, but Pete is having serious issues with hiding from Ben."

"Ah, Ben sounds like a very wise man." Inventive, attentive, a good master.

Hunt already liked this group. If it turned out anyone was being held here against their will, if they weren't on the up and up, he was going to be extremely disappointed.

"They're both learning, but they're getting there."

"Are they a new couple?" Hunt asked, watching Dan move around the kitchen, triple checking everything.

Jack answered him. "Yeah, Ben has been waiting for Pete for years, but the connection is new."

"I look forward to seeing them together, then. Watching their scene."

"It should be intense, emotional. Pete is a fighter."

Hunt nodded, already affected, just by the conversation.

Daniel chuckled. "Pete used to be a surgeon, and he had a breakdown. Went to work on a construction crew before he started working from home."

"Those high pressure jobs often produce subs, don't they?" The best sub Hunt had ever had was a man who ran a fortune five hundred company.

"You know it. We have a number of subs that are desperate to break, to allow someone else in."

"I enjoy a challenge." Hunt had to remind himself he was here on the job, not to find someone.

Jack grinned. "Me, I'm looking for a sweet boy, a good bottom who likes a hard fuck but isn't pushing constantly."

Daniel's laughter filled the air. "In other words, you're not looking for a boy like Keif?"

"Fuck, no. No, Keif needs an owner, not a Dom."

Hunt's eyebrow went up. "Keif?"

"One of our unattached subs," Daniel said. "He's got the need to be hard-used, broken down. No one man can handle him, no offense Jack."

"None taken."

"Is he here tonight?" Hunter asked, intrigued despite himself.

"He's with our group every night he's not on call."

"Is that a yes?" Because he hadn't heard a yes.

"He is here -- plugged, bound, gagged, and, I would imagine well-sounded by now."

Jesus Christ. A bolt of pure desire went through Hunt.

Daniel grabbed a case of water. "Come on, guys. Let's go down."

"Can I take anything?" Hunt offered.

"Can you grab the fruit bowl? I find fruit to be hydrating, erotic, and less messy than chocolate."

"You got it." These guys were pros at this hosting a BDSM party thing and Hunt found himself once again hoping they were all on the up and up. He wanted to play, not to make arrests.

Following Dan downstairs, he felt his anticipation ramping up.

Instead of a dark, club-like atmosphere, downstairs there was a room with couches and lamps, pillows. It looked totally normal, at least until he saw the cage in one corner. The massage table. The man kneeling, wearing nothing but a collar.

Hunter took everything in, eyes moving over the men in the room, cataloging them. The man in the collar had to be Pete, the slender, whip-like man looking on proudly, Ben. There were a couple of men sitting together, a few wandering. In the back, bound and ring gagged, cock stuffed was...

Wait. Wait. Hunter knew that shock of near-white hair, the icy blue eyes. He saw that face every time the SWAT team was called out. Keifer Magnessen.

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Postcript: Pilipino refers to the Tagalog (native) language and we do refer to ourselves as Pilipino but only when we actually are speaking in Pilipino. Filipino is a noun that also refers to the Philippine national language and to the people (Filipinos).

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