Interview with Sean Michael

What is one of your favorite things about writing?

Just one? I love writing so much, and knowing that there are people out there who want to read what I write is the coolest thing ever. My readers rock!

When you’re brainstorming for a new story, what usually comes first for you, the plot or the characters?

It really depends. Most often, I have characters show up in my head and demand their story be written. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to find a spot for them within one of my existing deadlines. Not that having noisy boys in my head is in any way unlucky!
Other times, I have a deadline or a submission call I want to write for and then I have to consider what I’m going to need for the story before the characters show up.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Definitely a pantser – the more I plot and outline, the more my brain thinks I don’t have to write the story anymore because it’s already been told, even if only to me.

When you’re writing, who is more in control, you or your characters?

Characters. Characters. Characters.

Can you write sex scenes at any time or do you have to be “in the mood?”

I can write them any time. Of course they’re more fun to write if I’m in the mood 😉

Do you find it harder to write novels or short stories?

Once upon a time, I would have said short stories are easier, but now I find it easier to write longer than shorter. If a call is for a short story, I usually have to work harder to keep it in the range needed.

Would you tell us about your latest release?

Shibari Auction House: Tony was released yesterday and was written because I did a little smutty advent snippet featuring Yves, who runs the show at the Shibari Auction House. And I’ll be damned if the snippet didn’t turn into Shibari Auction House: Tony and the follow-up Shibari Auction House: Yves, which will be out later this year.

Here’s the book blurb:

Closing up the Shibari Auction House on Christmas Eve, manager Yves is looking forward to his hot turkey dinner and a week off when he’s propositioned by a young man, offering blow jobs. Yves doesn’t need to pay for sex, but he can’t leave the young hooker out on the street on Christmas Eve.

Tony’s been on the street for a long time, and now he’s also on the run from his pimp. When the tall dude agrees to pay him five hundred dollars for the night, and then takes him home and feeds him instead of fucking him, he’s worried it’s too good to be true. He’s waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Yves to turn out to be a serial killer.

Can anything real come out of this chance meeting?

And you can buy it here: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2348

What are you working on now?

I’ve always got a number of stories on the go – at the moment there are seven that are demanding attention.

Do you have an excerpt from your latest release you would like to share?

Sure!

Chapter One
Yves left the Christmas lights on for the night, going out and locking the doors of the Shibari Auction House. They wouldn’t open again until after the New Year. It had been a good year. A busy year. And now he was ready for his week off to relax and enjoy and celebrate.
A young man stepped out from the alley, wearing torn, painted-on jeans and a tight T-shirt that did nothing to protect the lad from the bitter wind that was kicking up.
“You need company for Christmas? A hundred gets you a blow job.”
“How much for the night?” Yves asked, opening his wallet.
Blue eyes went wide. “Five hundred.”
“Done.” Yves gave the lad the two hundred he had in his wallet. “We’ll stop at a bank machine on the way.”
His turkey would feed two, his guest bed had clean sheets, and no one should have to sell themselves at Christmas.
“My name is Yves.” He held out his hand.
It was cautiously taken. “Tony.”
“Merry Christmas, Tony.”
* * *
Five hundred dollars. Five hundred. That was enough for a bus ticket somewhere warmer, somewhere safer. Somewhere new.
Tony figured he’d end up fucked, but the old dude was fine enough, and God knew he’d fucked some losers.
“I’m just two blocks down,” Yves told him, still holding his hand. “But we’ll go to the bank machine on the corner first.”
“Whatever you want, man. I’m all yours.” For the night.
The bank machine was right on the corner, and the guy took out the three hundred he still owed Tony and solemnly handed it over.
Then they crossed the street and headed south. “You like turkey?”
“Huh?” Was that a new drug or something? Tony’d never heard of it. “I don’t do nothin’ harder than grass.”
“Grass? Are you telling me you’re a vegetarian?”
“What? I don’t… I don’t get you, man.”
“I have a turkey in the oven at home. To eat. For Christmas dinner?” Yves clarified.
“Oh. Oh, I… Do you got company?” Tony charged more for groups.
“Well, yes. You. You will join me, won’t you? That’s why I was asking if you liked turkey.” They turned the corner, the streets becoming residential as soon as they left the main drag.
“I’m like the least picky dude around.” He could murder a plate of food.
“Excellent. I ordered a bird for one, but it’s still enormous, and there’s only so many turkey sandwiches a man can have for leftovers.”
God, Yves was tall. Like hugely so. Tony was just to the middle of the man’s chest, and he stopped looking up at the guy because he was getting a crick in his neck. But the big hand swallowed his right up, holding on.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at a big house that had clearly been split up, four mailboxes on the wall next to the front door. Yves went in and they headed up the stairs. This wasn’t a hotel. Or a flophouse. This was someone’s home.
They went in and he was immediately hit with the smell of food. Really good food. His stomach started growling, loud enough to hear.
The dude chuckled. “Yeah, I feel the same way.”
The lights were already on when they got the kitchen, bright and warm. It was fairly small, with a little table and two chairs. There was a note on the stove.
The guy picked it up and read it. “’Everything is ready to go, keeping warm in the oven. Merry Christmas, Yves’.” The dude — Yves — smiled. “My neighbor, Sue.”
Tony smiled back, body beginning to shiver as he started to warm up.
“Are you cold?” Yves asked. “There are blankets and I can turn the heat up.”
“No. No, I’m c-c-cool.” His teeth were chattering.
“Yes, love, I asked if you were cold.” Yves made a clicking noise with his tongue and pulled out one of the chairs. “Sit.” Then Yves disappeared out of the kitchen.
Tony looked around. This was like… like a real home. He didn’t belong here.
Yves was back a moment later, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders.
“How old are you?” Yves asked as he began to set the table for two.
“Tw…twenty one,” Tony lied. He’d turned nineteen on Halloween. “Or sixteen, if you like ‘em young.”
Yves rolled his eyes. “Somewhere in between then?”
“Nineteen. I just. I’m legal, okay?”
“That’s what I needed to know. And whether I could serve you a hot buttered rum or not. I’ll warm some cider instead. It should go well with our dinner.”
Tony didn’t know what to do, what Yves wanted him to do. “You… you want some help?” God, this was weird.
“No, I’ll have everything ready to go in a moment. You need to warm up.”

Do you have a favorite character or characters you feel especially close to?

There are some who are always right there in my head, who always volunteer for a smutty advent snippet, or things like that. Jim and Marcus as well as Billy and Montana fall into that category. As do the Jarheads. It doesn’t take much to wake Rock, Rigger and Dick right up.

What are a few of your favorite book covers that have been done for your books?

My all time favorite cover from my books is Underground: Special Teams.

What are your favorite genres to read and write?

For writing, erotic romance is my favorite (which I’m sure is no surprise!)

My absolutely favorite genre to read is post-apocalyptic fiction. I also love time-travel fiction (I love the paradoxes). I’m a big fan of sci-fi in general. But I will ready any genre.

Where can we visit you online?

My webpage is at http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com/
My blog, which I try to update daily as much as possible can be found at http://seanmichaelwrites.blogspot.ca/

When you’re not writing, what do you like to do?

Read and watch TV

How long have you been writing?

Always. I’ve been published since 2003, though.

Do you have any particular writing habits? (Listening to music, best time of day to write, etc.)

I do have a particular writing habit – I do it every day.

Where would you go on your dream vacation?

I suppose saying around the world would be cheating?

I want to see Iceland and I want to do an Alaskan Cruise to see the icebergs/glaciers.

But I also want to go back to New Zealand and Australia, back to Europe to see the places I haven’t seen yet (and revisit those I haven’t). Hell, I want to see the rest of Canada – I’ve never been West of Ontario (or to Newfoundland.)

Name three fictional characters (not your own) that you find hot. They can be from books, movies, or TV.

Derek Morgan of Criminal Minds
Thor from the Avenger movies
Hawkeye, also from the Avenger movies

What is your favorite season?

Winter!

What book are you currently reading?

Good Omens

What is the last movie you watched?

Earth to Echo – it’s a modern ET

What is your favorite comfort food?

Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. And they need to be cheese slices or cheese whiz grilled cheese sandwiches. I love all other kinds, but it’s only the cheese slices/cheese whiz ones that are a comfort food *grins*

Thank you for having me, Kate!

Sean Michael
smut fixes everything

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