Blog Tour & Giveaway - A New Way To Dance by Sean Michael


Title:  A New Way to Dance
Author: Sean Michael
Publisher:  Self-Published
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 65,000 Words | 262 Pages
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance, M/M Romance, BDSM


Synopsis
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.

Thank you to Millsy for hosting me today!

People often ask for soundtracks for books, and I have to admit that I’m not one who tends to write with certain songs playing, or who has an easy time coming up with playlists for most of my books. There are always exceptions, of course, but A New Way to Dance was not one of those. I do, however, have songs that always make me itch to write when I hear them. 

So, I thought I’d share ten of my “go to the writing place” songs – in no particular order.

10. Need You Tonight
9. Mysterious Ways by U2
8. Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel
7. Diamonds on the Souls of Her Shoes by Paul Simon
6. Closer by Nine Inch Nails
5.  Drive by Melissa Ferrick
4. Lightning Crashes by Live
3. Sister’s of Mercy by Leonard Cohen
2. The Mummer’s Dance by Lorena McKennitt
1. Mystery by Live

There’s just something about all those songs that get my creative juices flowing.

Sean Michael
smut fixes everything

Excerpt:

Mel brought over little appetizers of melon wrapped in the thinnest of prosciutto, promising they were practically zero-calorie snacks.
He’d indulged in more than he probably should have when a good-looking guy, probably in his mid-to-late twenties, came out onto the rooftop garden. “There you are, Lizzie. Up to no good, no doubt.”
“Bro-Bro!” She lit up and went over, giving the new guy a hug.
“Hey, baby girl.” He kissed the top of Lizzie’s head, squeezed her tight.
“Seth, you’ve never met my baby brother before, have you?”
She brought the dark-haired guy over, his smile easygoing, his grey eyes bright.
“No. No, hi there. I’m Seth Avery.” He held one hand out, offering it easily.
A wide hand was held out, smooth and dry and the grip surprisingly strong without being hurtful or mean. “Brook Turner.”
“Pleased.” Seth nodded and sat back down.
“Wine, Bro?” Lizzie asked, but her brother shook his head.
“I brought some home brew.”
“Oh, Mel will be tickled pink.” She grinned. “Brook is going to be a powerful lawyer one day, Seth, mark my words. A powerful lawyer or a famous brewer.”
Seth chuckled softly, trying to be social, friendly. Real.
Grinning, Brook sat next to him.
“The brewing’s way more fun than the lawyering.”
“I can imagine. Law doesn’t sound fun.”
“It’s not. I didn’t realise that when I started. And I hate quitting.”
“Ah. Well, I’m sorry to hear that.” Seth loved dancing. Loved it. It was more than fun, more than anything. Not all the time, of course, but when it was right, it was magical.
“You must be one of Lizzie’s dancer friends.”
“I am, yes. We’ve known each other a long time.”
“I’m surprised we’ve never met, then.”
What was he supposed to say to that? He didn’t know, and that made him a little crazy. He wasn’t the type to flitter. “Yeah.”
Lizzie brought Brook a bottle opener and the man pulled a couple beers out of the cooler Seth hadn’t even seen him bring in. “You want one?”
“No. No, thank you.” Beer was fattening and he couldn’t afford that, not right now.
Mel chuckled. “Dancers, Brook.”
“Gotta admit, it leaves them with great bodies.” Brook was definitely checking him out.
“No shit on that.” Mel pulled the chicken off the grill.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “I know only one of you is looking at me.”
“I look at you all the time. Especially those awful feet of yours.” Seth had to tease. Lizzie had notoriously weak ankles.
She came over to hit him in the arm. Damn hard, too. “Asshole.” There was no heat in the word, though, and she was grinning.
“Freak.” He winked at her.



Excerpt
“Did you see USA Today, man?” Julian plopped down, eyes wide. “Fayden is… Well, he’s not naming names, but…”
Seth looked at one of his oldest friends and arguably the best choreographer he knew and tried not to growl. “I saw.”
He saw. His brother saw. His mom saw. His neighbor. Fayden’s sister. Ernie at the fucking convenience store where he bought his daily diet energy shot saw.
“World-Famous Director Escapes from Abusive Sex-Slave Relationship! Says He Feared for His Life!”
Sex slave.
Christ.
Ten years they’d been together. He’d been nineteen when he’d met Fay. Nineteen and horny and amazed that a man almost twenty years his senior with money and power and the most beautiful eyes on earth would want a dancer in the chorus.
“It’s all lies,” Julian told him. “You should sue him.”
“Just drop it, Jules. It’s no big deal.”
Just a huge, life-changing, world-altering deal.
Julian’s eyebrow went up, the man not saying another word but still speaking volumes.
“What do you want me to say? I… I don’t have anything.” He had an apartment. The cops had let him take his car and computer—after they’d copied the hard drive for evidence.
Evidence.
Christ.
“Honey, I’m on your side here.” Julian hugged him.
“I know. I do. Thank God for that.” Who else would he have called from the jail? His lawyer was Fay’s. His friends were Fay’s. Julian was it. His saving grace.
“Come on out with me tonight. There’s a new bar that we haven’t ever been to—he won’t be there.”
“No. Not yet. I’m not going out right now. I need to recover.” Seth needed his space.
“You need someone to take the bad taste of that asshole out of your mouth,” Julian said.
Seth blinked, then started laughing, deep, full belly laughs that felt so good. God, this sucked so hard. “I caught him with another man. That new dancer. Dylan.”
Dylan was nineteen now. Ah, the irony.
“Shit, he’s old enough to be that boy’s grandfather!”
“Yeah. Well, you know…” Seth was going to lie down and die, simple as that. Okay, he wasn’t, but he was going to pretend to, mentally.
“You think we should warn Dylan what a predator asshole he is?”
“Poor, innocent, victimized Fay?” He shrugged. “You wait. I’ll stop getting jobs soon.” It was inevitable.
Julian shook his head. “That’s not fair.” Seth noticed that his friend didn’t say it wasn’t going to happen.
“Life’s not fair. I have to work out and head home. I have an audition for a music video in the morning.” Hopefully he’d make a good impression. It would be good to put some money in the bank before the jobs started drying up.
Julian hugged Seth tight. “If there’s anything I can do, honey…”
“I love you, honest. Maybe we’ll meet for brunch on Sunday? Somewhere new?” Somewhere the paparazzi and Fayden wouldn’t be.
“You got it. Text me the deets.”
“Absolutely.” He grabbed his coffee and headed out of the little coffee shop outside of the studio he’d rehearsed in most of his adult life.
He was going to lose that too, he’d bet. Everything was going to just disappear because Fay had decided to trade him in for a younger model and was doing it in the nastiest way possible. Seth could feel everyone staring at him, could hear people talking about him.
He couldn’t stand it anymore and it was only going to get worse.
“Hey. Seth. I…” Lizzie Bean came up, took his arm, the leggy dancer as tall as he was. They’d worked together a hundred times at least. “I don’t know what to say except that I love you, man, and people suck.”
He made this weird half-tickled, half-surprised sound. “They totally do. God, they do.”
“Come have supper with us? Mel is grilling chicken.”
Mel was an amazing cook. And it was tempting, being with people who wouldn’t look at him like he was a monster.
“Please. Come on. You look exhausted and I promise to just feed you foods with no real calories and ply you with wine.” She put her hand on his arm. “Please.”
“God, you’re so demanding.” Seth nodded, though, found a smile. “Let’s go.”
She beamed at him and slid her hand into the crook of his elbow when they started to walk. Lizzie and Mel lived not that far from the studio in a converted loft with the most amazing roof garden full of potted trees and flowering plants and several large raised areas where they grew vegetables.
Mel was big into farm-to-table cooking and tried to grow as much of his own produce as he could.
Lizzie told him a story about one of Mel’s nephews—the man had far too many nieces and nephews to keep track of—who had gotten a skateboard for his birthday and become the terror of the neighborhood.
Seth tried to laugh in all the right places. Every so often he’d catch sight of himself in a window, just the barest hint, and he’d sigh. He’d really thought Fay was his Mr. Right. They’d been into the same things, the chemistry had been off the charts, they were uber-compatible in bed…
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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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