4 and 5 Stars for The Biker’s Pup by Sean Michael – #MM #BDSM @seanmichael09 @Totally_Bound

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Title: The Biker’s Pup
Author Name: Sean Michael
Publication Date & Length: January 9, 2015 – 74pgs

Synopsis

Whip came to the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend looking for a good time, but what he found was infinitely better.

Whip always has a good time at the Gay Riders Carnival, and this year he’s hoping to meet up with some studs and top last year’s festivities. The last thing he expects when he walks into his cabin is to be nearly bowled over by a skinny lad with a bruised jaw.

Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.

Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.

But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?

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Review

FiveStars

This book hints at domestic violence.
Whip and Nicky were a smoking hot couple. Despite having a strange start to their relationship, their chemistry is undeniable. I loved that this book took place at a convention of sorts – that there were several people, a family, a community of people willing to stand against Nicky’s old Dom, who wasn’t really a Dom.
Nicky is able to show his  true self, without the worry of backlash – Whip is able to find someone to cherish, dominate and love. They are both sweet men in their own way, but together they are a magnificent pair.
Nicky’s piercings are insanely hot. It turns Whip on to no end. I love that Whip was so possessive, but also showed Nicky that nobody should own him. Whip was patient and kind, loving and domineering all wrapped in to a hot present. Nicky was able to find himself – learn to trust again, which made the story that much better.
I wish I knew more behind Whip’s friend, Trig. There is a story behind him too.
I really like Sean Michael’s writing style and would definitely recommend this story.
AvidReader
FourStars
This was a quick novella to read.  It was a short sexy read with lots of caring between two men, one of which had trust issues.  Nick was a Sub who had trust issues from a lousy relationship. Whip was great, taking care of Nick making him feel loved and  I liked that the author did that without Whip knowing Nicks whole story.  It was a story of falling in love quickly and making no judgements against someone.  A very good read.
Sherry

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Excerpt

Whip pulled up into the parking lot of the campground, grinning as he looked around. Bikes from one end of the parking area to the other. He did fucking love the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend. Bikes, leather, men as far as the eye could see. There were harnesses and collars, chaps and jock straps. It was like the horny man playground of joy.

Bring it on.

Grabbing his saddle bags, he put them over his shoulder and made his way to registration. He wasn’t too into fucking in tents, or sleeping in them really, so he’d made a reservation at one of the cabins on the property. He took his time getting to the front desk, admiring bikes and asses alike. God damn, there were some hot motherfuckers here—handlebars and leather daddies, cowboys and inked guys.

His cock was nice and hard in no time, pushing against his leathers like it wanted out. He didn’t worry about it, this was family here this weekend and people would be flattered, not offended. In fact, he got more than one nod, a grin.

Fucking A. He knew he looked good. At six foot seven and three hundred pounds, he was pure muscle and leather. In fact, he was going out for Mr. Leatherman 2014 this year. He’d been more or less dared to do it, so here he was, competing.

He got his key, and headed to the group of little cabins toward the back of the campgrounds. This was the farthest from the carnival itself and it was quieter back here, the woods heavier. He liked the back cabins. Out here he could make someone scream. He could tie someone up and drive them to the moon.

A big bruiser in head-to-toe leather walked by him, nearly as tall as he was. Yeah, someone like that would look good tied to his bed. The thought had Whip grinning as he opened up his cabin door.

A soft sound surprised him almost as much as the sight of someone running for the door, trying to get by him. His hand shot out automatically, wrapping around one arm.

Huge blue eyes stared up at him from under a shock of jet black hair that had to go as far as the guy’s ass. “Let me go!”

“I don’t fucking think so. You’re squatting in my cabin.” Why was the real question.

“I…” The guy was whip-cord lean and sported a huge bruise on his angled jaw.

Whip nodded at that mark. “Did you deserve that?”

The skinny pup shook his head. “I’ll go. I was just… I’m sorry, man. Please. I’m in way over my head.”

“And you think letting you back out in biker central with a sweet body like yours is the shallow end?” Whip shook his head. There were enough guys who would eat this pup alive… “Answer the question. Did you deserve the shot to your jaw?”

“No! No, I didn’t. I safeworded. I promise.”

That made him growl, loud and deep. “And he didn’t stop. Is he here?” It wouldn’t be the first ass he’d kicked and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Please. Just let me go, man.”

No. No way he was letting this wee pup loose with the lions and bears. He needed to check that jaw, make sure it was just bruised and not broken.

“That ship sailed, kid.” He walked the guy back to the bed and sat him on it, taking a close look at the jaw. Touching it gingerly, he tested for swelling. It wasn’t broken, he didn’t think. “Looks to just be a bruise. Don’t suppose there’s anything in the freezer.” A bit of cold would go a long way.

“There’s a freezer?”

“A teeny one. In the little fridge.” There should be anyway. “So who did this to you?”

The pup shook his head. “Not a snitch.”

Whip crossed his arms. “You got a name, pup?”

“Nicky. Nick.”

“Well, Nicky Nick, I guess you’d better stay for now.” This pup would get eaten alive out there.

AuthorBio

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 persuing 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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