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Quinn’s Secret Gifts by Skye Michaels (Clue for The Romance Review Contest)


This story takes place in the exiting world of international equestrian competition on the Village of Wellington in Palm Beach County, Florida.

This was a fun book for me to write since I love horses and the horse show world. I love going to The WEF shows in Wellington, and especially love the dressage competition and the Musical Freestyle rides. Of course the Ooos and Ahhhs of open jumping are thrilling. My heroes in this story are a veterinarian (Quinn O’Laughlin) and a show jumper (Jessop Stoneman). Very exciting. Throw in some horses you will fall in love with, and I think we have a winner! Please give it a try. Please google Winter Equestrian Festival if you get a chance. It really is an amazing show with participants from all over the world competing. Check out the blurb and the excerpt in my Book Shelf.

Here’s the Blurb!



By Skye Michaels

The Wilton Park Grand Hotel Seven


Irish born and trained large animal veterinarian, Quinn O’Laughlin, has a secret. He has developed a loyal and wealthy clientele who trust him with the wellbeing of their best friends and equine partners in the small but international horse community of Wellington, Florida. Since his arrival in the United States from Dublin, Quinn has not been truthful with them. While he is on the cutting edge of veterinary medicine, it is his other gifts that are most useful. His equine patients aren’t spilling the beans that it is Quinn’s healing hands and ability to communicate with them mind-to-mind that are his greatest talents. Quinn knows that the suspicious, sometimes superstitious, and über-careful horse owners might take that particular ability askance so he keeps it just between himself and his horse patients.

International open jumping star and Master Dom, Jessop Stoneman, is one of Quinn’s clients. Jess had followed Quinn from his job at a prestigious Wellington equine clinic to his own new solo veterinary practice. While Jess finds Quinn interesting and very attractive in an elemental way, he had been in another relationship when they met. Now that his on-again, off-again affair with his ex-jumping trainer, Gordon Smith, is definitely off for good, Jess is interested in finding out just which way the ethereal, red-headed Irishman actually swings and if he might join Jess in his BDSM leanings.

The opening of the international Winter Equestrian Festival is rife with excitement and danger in the air when some very valuable horses go missing. What can the vet and the jumper expect of this pre-Olympic show season on both the professional and personal levels? And can Quinn help to solve the mystery of the kidnapped horses?


Happy and healthy New Year to all my friends and readers.  I hope this year is fabulous for all of us!

Here’s my Fall submission to ManLove Fantasies, Jake’s Dream Scream, for all to enjoy!

Don’t forget to check the submissions on the ManLove Fantasies Blog every day during January for the Winter contest and to post a comment to enter to win the fabulous prizes!





By:   Skye Michaels

Chapter One

Forty-Second Street, New York, New York, Friday, October 7, 2016, afternoon

The day was crisp and cool with a beautiful blue sky, but Jake Setterfield hardly noticed. He was getting desperate as he made his way from costume shop to costume shop on bustling 42nd Street in the City. He had to find the perfect Halloween costume this year. Just any old vampire or pirate suit would not do the trick—or treat. He knew in his mind’s eye what he was looking for—sort of.   That could be a problem, though. When a person went out looking for something with a preconceived idea in their head, they were destined to be disappointed. The annual Halloween costume contest at the Le Club Lower East Side – Manhattan, Jake’s ultra-discreet BDSM club, was wildly popular among the members every year.

This year the first prize was a scene with the Dom of the winner’s choice as well as a cash prize for first, second and third place winners. First place winners were encouraged to choose an unattached Dom if they wanted more than just a scene. Jake wanted the whole enchilada. He had been mooning after one of the Master Doms at the club for months, and he would really love this opportunity to get to know him. Most of the Doms at the club were hetero or maybe bi, but Sebastian Warfield was definitely gay. He made no apologies or disclaimers, and Jake really admired that. Until recently Sebastian had been in a committed relationship which mysteriously dissolved. No one at the club knew the details as Sebastian was a very private person. Jake just knew Sebastian made his heart flutter and his dong ding. He giggled to himself. He hoped it was to himself since walking down 42nd Street giggling all alone would be frowned upon and could bring unwanted attention in the form of being scooped up and taken to Belleview by the men in the white coats with the little nets.

Jake had always known he was different than his siblings. When he’d figured out that it was because he was gay and liked other guys like some guys liked girls, he’d been devastated. He didn’t know how to deal with the revelation. It had taken some work on his part and help from his loving family to get past the shock of it all. Finally, his dad had said, “Son, I wish it were otherwise and you were destined to have an easier life, but you have to accept yourself as you are and make the best life you can.   Your mother and I support you in all your efforts in every way, and hope that you will live a happy, contented life. Hopefully you will find the one person for you.” With the anticipated family pressure off the table, Jake had been able to settle onto his own path. He’d made friends in school whom he’d had ever since because he just was who he was—no pretense or excuses. Anyone could accept him or not as they chose.

Four years at the Professional Performing Arts High School in Manhattan followed by four years at Columbia had put a polish on his drama and musical theater skills. He’d had chorus line parts in several Broadway musicals during high school and college, and answered numerous Broadway casting calls when something that suited him came up. But he was still trying for that one magical part and his big break. In the meantime, he waited tables and tutored other aspiring students to supplement his trust fund income. A lot of actors didn’t have the luxury of knowing that they wouldn’t starve no matter what happened. His acting skills also came in handy at the club. Jake was really good at roll-playing scenes where a little high drama, as well as makeup and wardrobe skills, was called for.

Besides being drop dead gorgeous with a ripped body and glistening black wavy hair and dark eyes, Sebastian Warfield was an Off-Broadway director and producer. He certainly would be a great contact to have whether or not they got into a relationship.  But that was not Sebastian’s main draw for Jake. Sebastian was just so sexy and commanding with a very Dommy presence. Watching him in action made Jake want to fall to his knees and say, “Anything you want, Master.”

Sebastian Warfield was contemplating skipping the Halloween costume party at Le Club this year. He really wasn’t in a party mood. His breakup with Maximillian was still on his mind. He was sure he’d done the right thing in cutting Max loose, but he was lonely. Max had become more and more demanding and more and more of a drama queen by the day. Sebastian thought he was ready for a permanent relationship, and he didn’t want one that was constant drama, tears, and recriminations. Oh well, Halloween was the one night of the year when he could really and truly be himself with no one the wiser. Warlocks could not go out in full costume and flaunt their powers on just any night of the year. Maybe I’ll get lucky and meet someone new at the club. You just never know what is coming down the road.   Besides, it was damn hard to say no to Barbara Brown when she was on the take for her charities. He laughed to himself.   He had just the outfit tucked in the back of his closet.



Chapter Two

Le Club Eastside – Manhattan, Lower East Side of Manhattan, New York, Monday night, October 31, 2016

Jake stepped through the door at Le Club with a skitter of nerves coasting down his spine. This was it. His big chance to meet and get to know Sebastian Warfield. Le Club was located in an old factory building on the lower Eastside of Manhattan. The entire parking lot was fenced and under camera surveillance, and entrance was gained through a palm scanner on the aged brick pillar. He drove through the high, black iron gates into the heavily secured parking lot, parked his red Kia Soul, and then walked to the back door of the club. The rear entrance to Le Club and the parking lot were unmarked. There was no clue as to what the warehouse building contained. The only signs said “No Trespassing” and “Danger/Enter at Your Own Risk”.

Again Jake put his palm to the security plate located beside the heavy metal door and went inside. The club was buzzing that night, and the costumed participants and spectators were all standing around waiting for the action to begin as cocktail waiters circulated with trays of drinks and hors d’oeuvres. It was a popular event and the costumes ranged from Star Wars to Star Trek, vampires, witches, and goblins of every description, as well as the more mundane celebrity look-alikes. There was no sub or Dom-wear in evidence, and members not participating in the contest were in formal wear.

Jake glanced around but did not see Sebastian Warfield in the lobby or main dungeon area. Maybe he just didn’t recognize him. Yikes. That Klingon could be Warfield or the grim reaper with the cowl hood pulled down over his face. Jake took a mojito from a tray and began to circulate checking out the competition. There were some excellent costumes here, but he was a professional, and, if he did say so himself, the modifications he’d made to his costume were brilliant. He grinned as one of the subs he was friendly with came up to congratulate him.

“Looking good, Setterfield. How many transvestite Lady MacBeth’s could there be?”

“Not many I’m hoping, John. I like your Dr. Spock, by the way. Have you seen Sebastian Warfield? I’ve been all the way around and haven’t spotted him yet.”

“Are you still on that kick? I don’t think you are going to be able to crack that nut.”

“You never know until you try.”

“True, but no, I haven’t seen him. My Mistress has arrived. See you later and good luck.”

John was right about one thing. Warfield was going to be a hard nut to crack by all accounts, but Jake wanted the chance to try. Barbara Brown, the well-known Domme and philanthropist, called the group to order. “We’re about to start the contest. Anyone desiring to participate in the contest should have already paid the entrance fee. If not, please do so now.” She smiled at the general grumbling sounds. “Never mind that. You know the proceeds of this evening will be split amongst our roster of charities for this year. It wouldn’t hurt anyone to drop a little extra into the bucket.” Jake had already done that. It was a painless way to contribute. Ah, there he is.   Master Warfield was dressed as a warlock complete with swirling black cape, tight pants and silk shirt open to the waist with a pale face darkened by a scruff of beard, kohl-lined eyes, and his long black hair spread across his broad shoulders. Very effective and downright hot.

The contestants were divided into categories and the judging began with preferences being determined by the loudness of the clapping. The finalists were winnowed down to a dozen.   Soon there were six left, and then only three. Jake was relieved to still be in the running.

It was time for the three finalists to strut their stuff one-by-one on the makeshift stage. Jake’s stomach was jumping with excitement. He was so close to his dream of a scene with Sebastian Warfield.   Each of the three contestants strolled on stage to model their costumes with Jake last.

Jake did a full runway stroll. His long gown in cream velvet highlighted the dramatic blood dripping down the right side of the gown from his bloody hand which grasped a blood-stained dagger. The dress was split up the front to show his taut body encased in a skin-colored body suit.   He wore a long black wig over his naturally blond curls and had applied the standard Lady MacBeth stage makeup. The bodice of the gown was open from the neck to the waist and the body suit camouflaged the breast implants that gave him a woman’s shape. When the deafening applause quieted down he’d won first place. Second went to the Klingon, and third to Marilyn Monroe. OMG, he now just had to have the balls to choose Sebastian Warfield for his prize. He hoped he had the nerve to go through with it.

Barbara Brown went up on the stage to congratulate each of the contestants and to hand out checks. She turned to Jake. “As you know, Jake, part of first prize is a scene with the Dom or Domme of your choice, to be conducted in the main dungeon tonight. Are you ready to choose?”

“Thank you, Mistress Brown. I choose a scene with Master Warfield.” There was a gasp from certain members of the audience, and then the room broke out in loud applause. Apparently his choice was popular.

“Excellent, Jake. We’ll break for refreshments, and you can have some time to confer with Master Warfield about hard limits, etcetera. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, Mistress. Thank you.” Jake looked out over the audience and made eye contact with Sebastian Warfield. He hoped he hadn’t made a mistake.



Chapter Three

The main dungeon at Le Club Eastside – Manhattan, Lower East Side of Manhattan, New York, Monday night, October 31, 2016, 11:00 p.m.


Sebastian was surprised that Jake Setterfield had chosen a scene with him. He really hadn’t anticipated that he would be center stage tonight. He’d noticed the sleek sub with the head of blond curls and sparkling green eyes on several occasions, but he’d had his hands full with Max at the time. Since then, he had really not been on the lookout for someone new. But maybe it was time to change that.

Jake appeared before him, bowed his head, and said, “Good evening, Master Warfield. I hope I have not been too forward in choosing a scene with you.”

The sub had nice protocol manners. “No, sub. That will be fine. Let’s find a quiet seat in the aftercare area and have a chat about hard limits. I understand our scene is to be held at midnight.”

“I believe that is correct, Master. I would very much like to confer with you regarding hard limits.”

Sebastian gestured for Jake to fall in behind him and made his way to the aftercare area and a comfortable-looking gray suede sofa. He sat down and motioned for Jake to assume the slave position at his feet.   Very pretty. When Jake was in position he continued. “Well, sub, what are your hard limits?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, Master. No extreme whipping, bondage, fire, water, breathe, or potty play.”

“Then I take it non-extreme impact play and bondage are acceptable?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Shall we go with red, yellow and green for safe words?”

“Yes, Master.”

The sub now looked a tad nervous—which was as it should be. Just imagine how nervous he’d be if he knew he was about to have a Halloween scene with a real warlock. Sebastian had dabbled in the dark arts when he was younger, but as he’d matured he had distanced himself from his coven and paranormally gifted family. Some of their practices went against his grain. In business he had no need of dark arts to succeed, and so he usually did not practice them. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun once in a while. “Fine then. Let’s proceed to set up the scene. Since you are outfitted as Lady MacBeth, you may as well stay in character, or at least time period.” He was going to keep what he had in mind to himself. Let subbie be surprised.

Jake’s heart did a little stutter. Sebastian had looked fabulous in club attire, but the warlock getup took his breath away. There was just something about it. An authenticity maybe? Sebastian was also in the theater after all. Jake couldn’t pinpoint what he was thinking. Despite his nerves and the fear in the pit of his belly, he wanted to peel off that silk shirt to find the treasure beneath and lick his way up and back down that chest to the prize. Sebastian was darkly delicious.

Sebastian led him to the hanging chains in the middle of the dungeon. The station was lit by a spotlight from the high, industrial ceiling of the warehouse. “We’re in the scene, sub. Put on your wrist and ankle cuffs, and then stand at parade rest, arms behind your back and feet spread apart. I’ll check the cuffs for fit.” When that had been accomplished he said, “Stand under the chains facing the room.”   He fastened Jake’s arms over his head and adjusted the length of the chains until his feet just barely touched the floor.   Sebastian’s voice was an octave lower, and he appeared even more imposing than he had just moments ago. “Well, sub—Jake—do you want to explore the dark side with me?”

“Yes, Master.”

Sebastian circled just outside the edges of the spotlight. Jake could see little more than the outline of his dark presence. He twirled with his arms raised high and his cape spread out around him. Suddenly, Jake felt slightly dizzy and the rest of the dungeon and their audience phased out of his consciousness for a moment. When he came back to himself, his cream velvet gown lay billowing around his feet and he was standing in only the skin-colored body suit. How the heck did that happen? He had no memory of Master Sebastian removing the gown. Applause rang out from the crowd surrounding the hanging chains, and Jake could hear the puzzled comments from the audience. They had no idea how he had suddenly lost his outer costume either. Sebastian twirled again and a hush fell over the crowd.   Jake found himself suddenly naked and just as confused and amazed. The audience seemed to be waking from a daze as well.

The Master came up behind him and slowly ran his big, strong hands down over Jake’s back and ass. He felt the heat of those hands penetrate his suddenly chilled skin. Sebastian bit and then kissed the back of his neck. He wanted to move back into Sebastian’s broad chest but didn’t dare. The loud sound of a cracking smack bounced off the walls before Jake felt the sharp sting on his butt. He was now really beginning to feel disoriented. He was naked and didn’t know how he’d gotten that way, and he was hearing sounds before he felt the repercussion. It was unworldly. It was scary. Although this scene was a dream come true, he thought he might scream.

Sebastian was pleased with the result of his spell. He hadn’t done that in a long time and hadn’t been sure it would work. By the look on his sub’s face and the applause of the crowd, the move had been a success although no one knew exactly what had happened. He bundled Jake’s black hair over his shoulder out of the way and efficiently rolled a condom onto his nearly erect cock. It wouldn’t do to make a mess on the floor.

He chose a soft suede flogger and began a swirling double Florentine pattern up and down Jake’s back, butt and thighs. The rhythmic strikes and deep massaging feeling soon had Jake zoning out. He didn’t want him to slip into subspace too soon. They were just beginning. He laid the flogger down and stepped up into Jake’s space. He ran his hands over his back and soothed the now pink skin. Jake was no longer cold. “What’s your color, sub?”

“Green, Master.”

“Very good, sub.” He picked up a short tail whip and curled the tail around his hand. He snapped his wrist and the whip sang.   He walked in front of the sub again making sure he saw the wicked little whip as well as heard it. He could feel Jake’s anxiety ramping up. That was always good for a mind fuck. Illusions were half the ingredients for a successful scene.   The sub had to believe he was about to get a whipping. Sebastian moved behind Jake again, raised his arm and took several practice strikes against a convenient pillar. It wouldn’t do to underestimate his strike distance and damage the sub. Sebastian practiced religiously with his whips and was a master of leather impact tools, but they could be dangerous and safety always came first.

Jake was beautiful stretched long and sleek under the chains. He was a gorgeous sight even though his golden curls were hidden under the long black wig and his eyelids drooped over his usually sparkling green eyes. “Sub, eyes on me. Pay attention. I wouldn’t want you to miss any of your punishment.” Jake’s eyes popped open and the look of fear on his face was gratifying.

Sebastian raised his arm again and let the whip fly. He rained a barrage of quick, slightly stinging butterfly kisses up and down Jake’s back. He heard Jake’s gasp of surprise as he realized that the whip strikes were no more than bee stings and not the searing pain he had expected. He continued the assault on Jake’s back and thighs, ending with a sharp strike across his adorable ass.   He dropped the whip and moved in to embrace Jake who was now slumped in the chains. Sebastian laughed to himself as he felt Jake’s muscles relax and the fear drain out of his body. His hand dropped down to grasp Jake’s cock, and a few discreet pumps had him spewing his load into the condom as a monumental orgasm rocked his body. Sebastian wondered if he would even remember coming at his Master’s hand.

Jake’s full weight was now against Sebastian’s chest as he drifted into subspace. Sebastian picked Jake up into his arms while one of the dungeon monitors released his cuffs from the chains. Sebastian walked to the aftercare area and sat down in one of the huge leather chairs with Jake nestled in his lap. The dungeon monitor picked up Jake’s costume, folded it and placed it beside the chair. He then handed him two bottles of chilled water and a blanket to wrap around Jake as he lay zoned out in his arms, finally falling into a peaceful sleep. Sebastian removed the black wig before disposing of Jake’s condom and quickly cleaning him. He certainly was a satisfying armful, and Sebastian relaxed back against the chair and just enjoyed holding his sub. He placed a light kiss on Jake’s forehead. He had not realized how much he missed this. He and Max had not enjoyed a peaceful relationship in the months before their breakup. Sebastian knew he was ready for something new—someone new.

Jake slowly awoke. He felt warm and safe, and he snuggled back against the broad chest and muscled arms that held him. He glanced up and saw Sebastian’s relaxed profile. God, the man was handsome, if somewhat forbidding in all his dark glory. That had been a fantastic scene—frightening and exciting at the same time. Had he screamed? Did he actually come? He wasn’t sure, but the feeling of well-being and relaxation thrumming through his body told him he had. He wanted to give something back to the Master for this amazing feeling.   Could he? Would Sebastian allow him to reciprocate?

Sebastian was almost asleep when Jake said, “Master, may I pleasure you?”   He looked down at Jake’s sweet face. “Yes, sub, you may.” Jake slipped to his knees between Sebastian’s thighs. Jake competently unbuttoned the crotch of his leathers and freed his cock.

Jake’s hot mouth came down over him, and he watched Jake’s golden curls bob over his groin as his cock disappeared between Jake’s lips. Sebastian could not stay still any longer and began to fuck Jake’s mouth. The feeling was sublime. As Jake worked his balls and cock, Sebastian’s back began to arch, and he felt his balls tighten. He ran his fingers through Jake’s blond curls and cupped the back of his head. He knew the blast was coming.   Finally, the cum rose from his depths and shot down Jake’s throat. Sebastian hoped he hadn’t choked Jake with the powerful spurt. He collapsed back against the chair and his muscles unclenched. “That was amazing, Jake.” Sebastian relaxed with Jake again nestled up against his chest.

Jake was responsive and adorable. He wondered what their future held. Sebastian knew he would like to explore all there was to know about this beautiful sub. He thought he might like to keep him for a while—maybe permanently.   He was certainly a Halloween treat.




The Warfield loft in Tribeca, New York, Friday night, March 10, 2017, 11:30 p.m.

Sebastian felt the black velvet box burning a hole in his pocket. He and Jake had been together for almost five months now, and he thought it was time to formalize their understanding. It was probably also time to reveal that he was a usually non-practicing warlock. The time for that disclosure just never seems right.

It was late, and he was waiting for Jake to finish up after his evening performance and take the subway to his loft in Tribeca. Jake had landed a secondary role in a Broadway musical which had opened a month ago to excellent reviews. Jake’s performance had garnered several favorable mentions in Variety, the Times, and the Post, and he was thrilled. Sebastian was extremely proud of him. Despite their now very close D/s relationship, Jake had insisted on keeping his own apartment in the Village. Sebastian would like to change his mind about that eventually, but he didn’t want to put undue pressure on him. Although Sebastian had offered to speak to the casting director of the musical who was a friend of his to help Jake get the part, Jake had insisted that he wanted to do it on his own. Jake’s independent streak was certainly refreshing after Max. Sebastian wanted to take care of Jake. Slowly but surely over the last months, he had fallen in love with him. Although Jake was fun and affectionate, and the sex, whether scenes or just in bed, was hot, Sebastian wasn’t sure if Jake’s emotions were totally engaged. He wanted more from the beautiful man who haunted his thoughts and dreams.

Sebastian heard Jake’s key turn in the lock and the front door to the loft open. It was a few minutes before Jake appeared in the living room area holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. “I picked up some plum wine and dim sum from Song of China.”

“Great. That sounds perfect. I’ll get some glasses and plates.” That’s Jake. Always thoughtful. He wondered what Jake would think about the black velvet box. Sebastian’s stomach had been in a knot since he’d decided to offer Jake a collar. Would he turn it down?

Jake sat down on the black leather sofa and waited as Sebastian went into the kitchen to open and pour the wine and plate the dim sum.

“How was the show tonight?” Sebastian called over his shoulder.

“Great. Standing ovation.”


Jake didn’t know how he was going to broach the subject that had been on his mind for a while now. He knew he had to prod his Dom along a bit. It was time for a more concrete understanding between them. He didn’t want to be pushy, but he needed more from the gorgeous man who was the only one he wanted to be with. He needed the words.

Sebastian came back and sat down on the sofa next to him. He handed Jake a glass of wine and one of the plates. They ate in silence for a few minutes.

“Uh, Sebastian, I was wondering…”

“Jake, there’s something I wanted to talk…” They looked at each other and laughed. “You first.”

“This is hard. But I think I have to say…”

Sebastian’s heart jammed into his throat. Was subbie going to call a halt to their relationship? Had he waited too long to declare his feelings? “What did you want to say?”

“Just that I think we need to move this relationship along a bit.” Jake looked unsure and nervous.

The breath rushed out of Sebastian’s lungs. Thank God. He isn’t going to break up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black box and handed it to Jake. “That is exactly what I was thinking, so I got this for you. I hope you will accept it as your collar. I’m not trying to cage you in, and I know how independent you are.” Now he was babbling. He tried to tamp down the butterflies rioting in his stomach. Jake held the box as though he was afraid to open it. “Well, open it. I found it weeks ago and took it to a jeweler for the inscription and cord. I picked it up today.”

Jake cracked the box and peeked inside. Finally he opened it fully to display the contents. The black leather cord with a pendant depicting two colorful gold and enamel harlequin masks was nestled in black velvet. Jake picked it up and turned it over. Both their initials and the date were engraved on a small plaque that had been affixed to the back. “What do you think? It took me forever to find just the right thing. Will you wear my collar, Jake? I’m not good with words, but I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

“I would love to wear your collar, Master. I am good with words. I love you, and have since Halloween. I just didn’t know how you felt about me.”

Sebastian pulled him into his arms for a world-rocking kiss. When he let him up for air he said, “I love you, subbie. You’re the cream in my coffee… and all that romantic stuff. I do have something I have to tell you, though. This is hard. I have…I am…”

“I know, you goof. You’re a warlock. Did you think I wouldn’t figure that out, even though you don’t do warlock-y things often?”

“Well, yeah. That’s what I thought. How long have you known?”

“I was suspicious after our first scene on Halloween. I’d never experienced anything like that. It blew my mind, when I was able to think again.” He laughed. “It took me a while to really figure it out because, well, that’s a little off the wall, you know?”

“And you weren’t afraid?”

“Of course not. You could have hurt me if you’d wanted to, but you never have, despite the hot ass I get once in a while.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“The hot ass or you being a warlock?”


“I’m good with both. Actually, I’m great with it, Master.” He picked up the pendant and examined it more closely. “This is old, Sebastian. I love it.”

“It’s an antique Louis Comfort Tiffany enamel and gold piece. I’d seen a picture of one like it in a coffee table book about Tiffany’s jewelry. I knew it was just the perfect thing for your collar.”   He took the pendant from Jake and turned him around. He fastened it around his neck. “Now you’re mine, subbie. It’s you and me from now on.”

“That’s right. And about time.”

“Don’t smart off, sub, or you could find yourself with another one of those hot asses.”

“That would be my pleasure, Master.”


The End

Check out the THE WILTON PARK GRAND HOTEL SERIES for more M/M stories by Skye Michaels:

Alex and Jarred’s story in Alex’s Sacrifice, Book 1

Ricky and Sam’s story in Ricky’s Dilemma, Book 2

Danny and Rush’s story in Danny’s Escape, Book 3

Shane and Cord’s story in Shane’s Seduction, Book 4

Ben and Leigh’s story in Ben’s Dr. Dom, Book 5

Mac and Steel’s story in Mac’s Damaged Dom, Book 6

Quinn and Jess’s story in Quinn’s Secret Gifts, Book 7











ManLove Fantasies Fall Contest – all of October

Well, it’s almost Halloween, and today is my day on the MANLOVE FANTASIES BLOG FALL CONTEST! Please check out my short story, JAKE’S DREAM SCREAM (M/m BDSM Contemporary) as well as all of the other fabulous Halloween theme stories running for all of October. Don’t forget to comment to enter the contest! I love these contests and the opportunity to write these short, fun, seasonal stories. My summer story, Sparks Fly, is available for FREE on my Blog.    XOXO/Skye

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Here’s a Snippet for Saturday Spankings! LOL

Here’s a snippet for Saturday Spankings from Michaela’s Debut, Book 1 of The Black Dahlia Hotel Series.   We all love a good spanking.  Author’s post a spanking from one of their books on their blog. I hope you enjoy it.

Here’s the snippet:

He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. “Speaking of punishments…” That stern look on his handsome face always got to her. She could feel herself dampening.

“Wait Dill…can’t we make love instead?”

“Afterwards.” He pulled her over his lap, pushed her slacks and bikini underwear down around her knees, and proceeded to spank her butt. Oh, no. It’s going to be one of those ‘no counting’ spankings. Those always hurt the most because he didn’t stop until her butt was good and red. She didn’t even try to keep count. His hand came down on her bottom with a vengeance, his palm landing with stinging strikes on her upraised butt. She could feel the skin heating up. She began to struggle, but he put his leg over hers and held her tight while he continued to put a fine polish on her cheeks. She knew his hand must hurt as well when he finally stopped. He shook it out. “Damn, that stings. What do you have to say, sub?”

“I’m sorry, Master. I won’t leave you again without talking about it first.”

“Wrong, subbie. You won’t be leaving me again at all.”

“Yes, Master.” The tears were still streaming down her cheeks when he pulled her up into his arms and held her against his solid chest.

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New FREE Short Story from Skye Michaels — Sparks Fly

As a last (almost) blast for summer, I am attaching a FREE short story from my ManLove collection, The Wilton Park Grand Hotel Series, Sparks Fly. It’s a piece that appeared on the ManLove Summer Fantasies Blog as part of the month long contest. I hope you enjoy two gorgeous men, a hot summer night, and romance.

I’m ready for the weather to cool off, as I am sure lots of you are.  Get ready for a new Man Love contest in October based on a Halloween theme. My day will be October 23, so I hope you will all go and check out my next M/m short story, Jake’s Dream Scream. Also plan to visit each day and enter for a chance to win the really great prizes.

Here’s the summer story!




Word Count: 4,237

Genre: Erotic Romance – M/M

Chapter One

The Foaling Barn, Eden Creek Farm, Ocala, Florida, early morning, Sunday, July 3, 2016

Timothy Snow stood outside the stall of Luck Be A Lady, watching his brother-in-law, Ross Hamilton, check the mare for signs that she would soon give birth. “How’s she doing? A fourth of July foal would be cool.”

“Maybe today or tomorrow. It’s hard to predict, but she seems about ready. Madison has names all picked out. I have to say I have no idea how Rockstar managed an unplanned pasture breeding to give us this late-in-the-year foal. He had to jump four double four-board fences to get to her. I guess love will win out no matter how we humans plan things.”

“What’s the big deal?”

“Well, we like to have foals born as soon after January 1st as possible since every thoroughbred has his or her birthday on January 1. That means that a foal born on December 31st would be one year old on January 1st even though they would actually be only one day old. That is a distinct disadvantage when racing against other horses which are a full year older and more mature and experienced.”

Rockstar, Eden Creek Farm’s Triple Crown winner, had overcome almost insurmountable obstacles, including blindness in one eye, to win the three biggest horse races of 2013. He had put Eden Creek, the Hamilton family thoroughbred farm, on the map. Tim had been thrilled when his older sister, Madison, had finally married the father of her son, Nickie, and the love of her life after nine years of exile from Ocala. She had gotten pregnant out of wedlock the summer after her high school graduation and left town before the fact became obvious. That was a big thing in Ocala, Florida back then. Ha! It probably still was, although things had certainly lightened up a bit since then.

Tim had followed her lead and never come back to town after he had graduated from the University of Florida at Gaineville two years ago. Being gay in the small, central Florida town was about as bad as being pregnant and unmarried. He and Madison were probably so close because of those circumstances even though he was the youngest of the family. Madison was the one who most understood him. His parents and other siblings tried, but they just didn’t get it. Gayness wasn’t something a person chose, that could be wished away or prayed away. It was a fact of life, the way a person was born. It just had to be dealt with and lived with. You could make the best of your life or not. Tim chose to make the best.

Madison had talked him into coming home from Chicago for the big family Fourth of July celebration and reunion. He’d had his doubts about it. His own high school years had been tough in this very conservative town. Tim had to grin at that thought since Madison was the manager of Le Club Laurel Oak-Ocala, a secret BDSM club in a renovated Victorian mansion in the historic district of downtown Ocala.   His big sister was the manager of a BDSM club. That was wild enough, but that said club was in Ocala, Florida was beyond comprehension.

Tim had known he was gay by the time he was thirteen and had never tried to hide the fact even though he didn’t advertise it. He hadn’t had the opportunity to become sexually active until he’d left home for college. The attitudes on the UF campus were somewhat more liberal as students from all over the country mingled there.

“Well, our big reunion picnic is today. What are you going to do tomorrow? Have any plans to see friends or anything?”

“Not really. I thought I might go to the fireworks party out on Twenty-Seven. You know I didn’t have a lot of friends back in high school, and most of those I did have left town just like me.”

“I’m sorry about that, Tim. Small towns can be tough.”

“Yeah. Tough.” You have no idea, brother.



Chapter Two

The Fourth of July celebration on Highway 27, Ocala, Florida, seven o’clock in the evening, Monday, July 4, 2016

Tim had parked the pickup he’d borrowed from Ross out on the highway and walked into the big open field that was being used for the Fourth of July celebration. The day was hot and the sun was still bright in the sky. The carnival atmosphere was already in high gear with food trucks, fair rides and screaming kids. The fireworks would not be shot off until after dark. Families and groups of teens wandered the field greeting friends and neighbors. Tim felt a little like a fish out of water walking around alone. He had been truthful when he’d told Ross that he didn’t have any friends in town. Well, maybe one or two, but he felt funny about just calling them out of the blue after six years. His stomach was starting to rumble, and he got in line at one of the hot dog stands. As he was waiting his turn he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. A somewhat older but still recognizable Don Holtzberger, the quarterback of his high school football team senior year, was standing behind him. Holy shit. Don was still big, broad and muscular with a head of straight straw-blond hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hey, Snow. What’s shaking? I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“Hey, Holtzberger. I’ve been living in Chicago since I graduated from UF. I’m back for a family reunion this weekend. How have you been?”

“I’m good. Working for my dad at the dealership. I went to Ohio State on a football scholarship. Did okay, but not good enough for a pro career.”

“Married with two point three kids yet?”

“No. That’s not likely to happen.”

Tim had reached the front of the line and turned around to order. What does that mean? He completed his order and paid the girl then turned around again. “Why is that not likely to happen?”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Uhh, no. Not kidding.”

“I always admired your ability to just be yourself, not hide in the closet. I was never that brave.”

“What are you talking about?” What the hell is he saying? He was gay, too? That was impossible, wasn’t it? “You had a different girl sitting next to you in those convertibles your Dad always gave you after every game. You were the biggest stud in school.”

“The key phrase there is ‘a different girl.’ Looks can be deceiving. It’s tough to live a lie, but it’s even tougher to live as a gay teen in Ocala.” Don shook his head. “That’s why I always admired you.”

“Could have fooled me. I didn’t notice any admiring going on.”

“I had to keep up a front. It wouldn’t have done for the quarterback to be seen being too friendly with the only out-of-the-closet gay guy in school. You’ll remember that I was never one of the guys pounding on you either.”

“Actually, I do remember that. I also remember a couple of times you saved my ass back then.” Tim turned back around and took his chili dog and coke from the counter. He stood aside and waited for Don to pick up his.

“Let’s get a table in the shade. It’s still hot as hell.” They headed toward a huge live oak tree and sat down at an empty table. “What have you been doing in Chicago?”

“I work for a PR firm on Michigan Avenue. I like advertising. I have a couple of smaller accounts of my own, and I worked on the Ford ads for the new model year. That was fun.”

“Really? I’ve written some of our local advertising for the dealership. I’m not much for being out on the floor selling cars. I’ve had to take over some of the day-to-day management duties since my dad had a heart attack two years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. He sold me my first car.”

“He’s doing okay. I just don’t like to see him pushing himself too much. Actually, I think he’d like to get back into the saddle again. He seems a little bored with golf at the club, and I think my mom is driving him crazy.” They each dug into their hot dogs as a comfortable silence fell.

Don had been surprised to find Tim Snow standing in line in front of him. He didn’t remember seeing Tim, the only openly gay guy in high school, since graduation. He had always had a crush on the smaller, dark-haired boy with the warm chocolate brown eyes—something he would not have admitted back then under pain of death. Tim was shorter than Don by several inches and substantially less muscular, although he had a sleek body and an incredibly handsome face.

Honestly, Don still hadn’t come out of the closet. He dated local women as infrequently as possible, and kept the private displays of affection to a minimum. To say the least, his life was as unsatisfactory as it was possible to be. He had even been named one of Ocala’s Most Eligible Bachelors by one of the local magazines. How hilarious was that? It had resulted in an uptick of traffic at the dealership and some additional car sales, but it had made him extremely uncomfortable.

I don’t know how to broach this subject, but here goes nothing. “So, Tim. Do you think we could spend some time together? How long are you going to be in town?”

Tim still looked a little shell shocked by Don’s confession. “Well, I guess so. I’m going to be here the rest of the week. I’m flying back to Chicago on Sunday.”

“That’s good. Do you think we could start now? I was dreading watching the fireworks alone, but I just didn’t have the stomach for another meaningless date.”

“Sure. I felt like a fish out of water all by myself—just no hand holding. This is Ocala.”

Don laughed. “That it is. I’ve seen at least of dozen of our customers here already.”

Tim was bemused. This was certainly not something he had expected. He had always had a thing for the big, hunky quarterback—just like all the girls in school had. Back then Don had been handsome, cool, and always had the latest model convertible. That was kid stuff. This was adult stuff.

They wandered back to the food trucks and got in line for some warm apple pie with ice cream. The sky gradually darkened as they walked around the field, watched the kids screaming on the rides, and waited for the fireworks to begin. The colorful display of bursting pyrotechnics against the black sky filled with sparkling stars was spectacular and seemed to last forever. Tim would have loved to be able to hold hands and lean back against that broad, inviting chest. That wasn’t possible. Not here. Maybe not anywhere.



Chapter Three

The fireworks were done and people started to drift back to their cars. Tim really didn’t want the evening to be over. “Why don’t you come back to Eden Creek with me? Ross, my brother-in-law, has a mare about to deliver a foal, and I’d like to see it.”

“Ross Hamilton? I didn’t know he was your brother-in-law.”

“Yeah. He married my older sister, Maddie. They have two kids. Nickie is going to be thirteen and Ashley is two.”

“Wow. Eden Creek was the hottest news in town when Rockstar won the Triple Crown.”

“Well, he’s about to be a daddy again. Apparently he and one of the mares had a midnight rendezvous over some fences, and there’s a fortuitous surprise about to make its appearance.” Rockstar, the flashy dark bay with two white stockings out of Eden Creek’s previous Kentucky Derby Winner, Courageous, had the speed, ability, and heart to win the trifecta of American racing, the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes all in one racing season. Despite the early misfortune of losing the sight in his right eye in a pasture accident when he was a yearling, he had what it took to be a champion among champions.

“Great. I’d like to see that myself. Dad had wanted to buy into Rockstar’s syndication, but he didn’t jump on it fast enough, and the price quadrupled after he won the Belmont.”

Don followed Tim as they drove up Highway Twenty-Seven and turned onto Highway 326. He turned into the driveway of the farm and the electronic gate opened in front of the pickup. Don followed him through the gate. Tim drove down the long, winding, tree-lined drive past the wonderful old renovated farm house occupied by Ross’s brother, Mike and his wife Robbie. He pulled up in front of the brightly lit foaling barn and parked. Don hopped out of his car and followed Tim into the barn. “I=ve never seen a horse give birth.@

“Well you may tonight. Ross says mares usually wait until the dead of night when no one is around.   They have surveillance cameras in the foaling stalls so they can keep an eye on things while letting the mares have their privacy. If everything is all lit up like Christmas, it must be about to happen.@

Tim heard Ross call out from the red barn which had small paddocks outside each large foaling stall. ACome into the barn@ he called.  ALucky has just popped out a beautiful little bay colt without a problem. He’s gorgeous. He has two white stockings like his dad.@

Tim and Don rushed into the barn and up to the open stall door. “Hey, Ross. This is Don Holtzberger. He was the quarterback on my high school football team. I ran into him at the fireworks.”

“Hi, Don. I know your dad. He’s sold us a few trucks for the farm. You’re just in time to meet Rockstar’s son, Lucky’s Rockin’ Gentleman.”

Tim looked into the stall. AOh, wow. Look at him. He can barely stand.”

“His legs are all wobbly, and he=s nursing already.@   Don looked blown away.

AIt=s very important that they stand and nurse immediately and that one of us be in the stall to >imprint= the foal,@ Ross explained. “We have great hopes for this little guy. I just called Maddie to bring the kids down to see him. The vet will be here to check him over in the morning.@

Tim and Don stood outside the stall with the small crowd admiring the still wet and glistening colt as he nursed and the mare licked his coat clean. When the excitement had settled down and Ross and his family had returned to their house Tim said, “Hey, do you want to take a short ride down to the pond? It’s a great night for a swim.” He could see the anticipation sparkling in Don’s eyes.

“Yeah. I’d like that. I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Really? No suits required. The pond is all on Eden Creek property. No one else will be there.”

Don was excited but apprehensive. This was an unexpected development. Seeing Tim again had unleashed the desires he kept tightly restrained most of the time. Don had had some short but pleasurable trysts on vacations or business trips while out of town, but he’d never had a serious, long-term gay relationship. It was just too dangerous.

Tim motioned for Don to ride shotgun in the pickup while he drove out onto the path that led down into the shallow valley and apparently to the pond. The path was sheltered with the moonlight filtering through the tall live oak trees draped with Spanish moss. As they came around a bend in the path, the pond, sparkling like diamonds, came into view.

They got out of the truck and Tim took a blanket from the truck box and spread it on the ground. When Tim stood up, Don took him into his arms for a long, leisurely kiss. The kiss started out tentative but quickly became hot and demanding. He raked his hands down Tim’s long, elegant back and over his sculpted ass. When they both came up for air he said, “I’ve wanted to do that since forever, but I never thought I would have the chance.” Don unbuttoned Tim’s shirt and then his own before pushing both their jeans down and off. They kicked off their boots and stood naked in the moonlight. God, Tim was beautiful, sleek and lightly muscled with a little dark hair over his chest and tapering down his belly.

“Well, you have the chance now. What are you going to do about it?” Tim scooped up their discarded clothes and tossed them onto the blanket before turning toward the water.  “Last one in is a rotten egg.” Tim was laughing as he tore toward the edge of the pond and grabbed a hanging rope. He pushed off the bank, out over the water, and dropped in. Don followed from the shore at a more sedate pace. Hell, the water was chilly for July. The pond must be spring-fed. When Tim sputtered to the surface he said, “I guess that makes you the rotten egg.”

“We’ll see about that.” Don swam out into the center of the large pond where he caught Tim’s wet, slippery body. He held him tight against his chest and claimed his mouth again. Tim was laughing and struggling to get away, until he wasn’t, and the kiss deepened and got very serious.   Don was just able to stand on the sandy bottom, and Tim clasped his long legs around Don’s waist. They kissed again. Don could feel Tim’s hard on against his belly. Nothing had ever been so exciting or felt so right.

Finally, Don walked out of the water onto the bank with Tim’s legs still clasped around his waist. He lowered them to the blanket on the ground. Tim lay back and pulled Don down next to him. Don’s cock was as hard as a tree limb, and he was anxious to sink into Tim’s body. It was something he’d fantasized about when they were in high school, all the while pretending to like groping the girls he dated.

Tim reached into his jeans pocket for condoms and a small tube of cherry lube. He rolled a condom on himself before he attended to Don. Don flipped Tim over on his belly and began playing with his back door, teasing the puckered rim and stretching the entrance. When he was sure that Tim was ready, he squirted out a liberal amount of lube before he slid his ramrod-hard cock into Tim from behind and began to stroke.

Tim was moaning and asking for more. He butted his ass back against Don’s stomach with each stroke. Don picked up the pace and was soon ramming into Tim with the enthusiasm of a man who had been holding back too long. Finally he came with a blast.   He withdrew almost to the end of his still rock-hard cock and forced himself to pause. Tim hadn’t come yet, and Don wanted to be sure he did. Finally, Tim jammed himself back against Don and began to ride his cock. Soon Don was on the edge of another orgasm.

Then Don took over again and rammed into Tim until he spurted a stream of semen into the condom. Don continued to pump with long, slow, leisurely stokes until the shudders had stopped shaking both their bodies. He held Tim tightly in his arms with his cock buried deep in Tim’s ass. When Don finally softened and slipped from Tim’s body, he relaxed and rolled to the side and disposed of their condoms. He then quietly lay back down behind Tim.   Tim’s sweet ass was nestled up against his dick, and they both drifted into a light slumber.

A few minutes later Tim and Don were rudely awakened when two pickup trucks with country music blaring from the sound systems came barreling down the path. Holy shit! They could hear the loud voices of the kids in the trucks as they sang along. That must be Mickie Hamilton, Mike’s son, and some of his friends about to take a late night swim in the Eden Creek pond.   It sounded like they’d already had some beer. Tim and Don jumped up, hurriedly scrambled back into their clothes, crammed on their boots, grabbed up the blanket, and clamored back into the pickup. Tim took off back up the path toward the barn, barely missing side-swiping one of the pickups as he laughed his head off. He hoped it was too dark for Mickie to be able to recognize him. He’s purposely not turned on the headlights. He knew Mike’s son would ride him long and hard if he knew he’d been out here for a little midnight sugar—never mind who he was out here with. There were some things kids didn’t need to know.

Tim rolled to a stop beside Don’s car. “That was a close one. Jesus. They scared the shit out of me.”

“You? I about had a heart attack. Don’t you think we’re a little too old for this?”

“Never too old for this, man. Never too old. Anyway that was fun.” Tim laughed. “I hope Mickie couldn’t see into the truck and recognize me. Maybe he’ll think it was Ross and Maddie. I hope he doesn’t ask them about it.”

“Do you think he’d have the nerve to ask his uncle if he was down at the pond with his wife enjoying a little moonlight madness?”

“Probably not. But knowing Mickie…”

“Yeah, I have to admit that was fun. It got the old heart pumping, that’s for sure.   You are a crazy man. You know that, don’t you?”

“Me? Crazy? Hell, yeah.”

“Do you think we could do this again? In a bed next time, maybe?”

“Sure. A bed would be good. It’s a lot easier on the knees.   Let’s go in and sneak a peek at Rockin’ Gentlemen.” Tim and Don walked into the barn and looked over the stall door. The mare was lying in the clean, fresh-smelling pine shavings with the foal curled up beside her. She looked up and nickered and they quietly walked out of the barn.

At Don’s car he said, “Tonight was amazing. I’m glad we ran into each other at the fireworks. I hope we can get together again and see if we can make some more sparks fly.”

“Oh, we can definitely get together again, next time without so much drama but with lots of sparks.”




Timothy Snow’s Apartment, Chicago, Illinois, late afternoon, Saturday, September 3, 2016

Tim opened the door to find Don standing in the hall with a big rolling suitcase and a carryon. It had been two months since their insane week in Ocala, and Tim had missed the big guy something fierce. It had surprised him that a high school crush could blossom into something so intense at this late date. Tim had wanted to meet Don at the airport, but he had insisted in grabbing a cab. “Come in, come in. I can’t believe you’re here.” Tim had been afraid that Don would lose his nerve and not follow through. They both needed to see where their attraction would take them.

“I can’t believe I’m here either, Crazy Man. We’ve got another full week to start figuring this out. I’ve missed you.”

Don pulled his luggage into the apartment, dropped his jacket on the sofa and pulled Tim into his arms for a soul shattering kiss and a crushing hug. He reached down and grabbed his ass. The time he’d spent with Tim and their discussions by phone, email and text since had been liberating. He’d known he was living half the life he was meant to live, but being with Tim had brought that fact out of the closet and into the glaring light of day. The light of day was a good place to be. He’d had a serious talk with his parents who had been shocked and dismayed, but had come around to understanding. Above all else, they wanted him to be happy and thought he should pursue whatever would make him happy and complete. He had a feeling that was Timothy Crazy Man Snow.


The End




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I am so excited. Whodathunk it a few short years ago when I started on this crazy merry-go-round? It’s been so much fun along the way, and now I am working on Book #35 – Isabella’s Pirate Dom. I like to go back and forth between the Male/female and Male/male books. When I started my Male/male series, The Wilton Park Grand Hotel series, the publisher thought I might be making a mistake, and that this new path would alienate my Male/female readers. That has not turned out to be the case, and I am glad. I hope some of you from each camp will take a chance and read something from the other series. As I always say: Love is love, sex is sex (except for some mechanical differences) and relationships are relationships. If you don’t have a good story, you don’t have a book no matter how much sex there is. Happy reading on this blustery Labor Day weekend! I hope all of you are safe. I hope my beloved house in Ocala is still standing when I get there on Saturday.

Skye xoxo




I have to admit that I, myself, need a twelve-step program. I think I might start one—maybe I’ll call it Sexy Book Readers Anonymous! That could go two ways: A the reader is sexy, or B the reader is reading sexy books. Either way, it’s a winner.

I just finished ordering seven books for my Kindle. I read the first free one, and low and behold, there was another free one. Then…I downloaded six more by the same author. I admit it. I am a binge reader. If I enjoy that first book, I’m destined to read them all—and in order, thank you very much.

I recently read a series that I really enjoyed, only to find out that that author’s publisher had encouraged her to write other books set in the same locale and with a lot of the same characters with a co-author. Those books were published under the other author’s name first so I did not know about them. That scenario created a ton of confusion for me, and I ended up reading the books OUT OF ORDER. I WAS NOT HAPPY!   Things were happening off the time line. People were couples who had not yet gotten together. Disasters had happened and I didn’t know about them.

You won’t find that in my series (see the Bookshelf on the website I like to have a good, sexy story with a happy ending and all plot lines wrapped up before the end of the series. If you’d like to try a Skye Michaels series, I would suggest starting with The Black Iris Club. It’s only four books. The heroines are two cops and two attorneys and their stories intermingle, although all the books are stand alone. The BDSM sex is hot, and the stories are good: dealing with a serial killer, human trafficking, gang violence and veterans’ PTSD issues. I have always felt that if you don’t have a good story, you don’t have a book—no matter how much sex there is or how hot.

I hope you will give Kaylin, Chloe, Gabby and Nikki a chance!



Check out my friend, Mardi Maxwell and Club Mystique!

I am featuring my friend, MARDI MAXWELL, on the blog today since I am hoping to encourage her to write the next installment of The Club Mystique series. I have read and loved them all! I want more!  Here are some short blurbs to whet your appetite! These books are available on Bookstrand. Com as well as Amazon and other fine e-book retailers.



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TO LOVE AND OBEY (The Doms of Club Mystique 1) Cade Ramsey is a man women love to hate…until they fall in love with him. He refuses to admit he feels more than lust for Addison Matthews until he almost loses her forever. She’s put up with a lot from him but every woman has her limits. (on sale at Amazon for 0.99 cents)

JACKSON’S SUB (The Doms of Club Mystique 2) Jackson Ramsey sent Jenna Parnelle away after she gave him one night of passionate submission. Now he has to win her back but she’s determined to protect her heart from further heartbreak.

THEIR TEMPORARY SUB (The Doms of Club Mystique 3) Twin brothers, Luc and Logan Ramsey, know they want one woman to share as their wife and sub. When they meet Cassie Edwards, Logan knows she’s the one. Now he has to convince her to stay while he talks Luc into taking a chance on love.

ZANE’S CHOICE (The Doms of Club Mystique 4) Zane Ramsey fell into lust the moment Ravyn Templeton walked into his office. The only problem – he’s an up and coming prosecuting attorney and she’s on the shady side of the law.

NATE’S NAUGHTY NYMPH (The Doms of Club Mystique 5) Nate MacLeod had given up on relationships until Nymph Lachlan walked back into his life. Together the two of them hunt the man who tried to kill him and harm his sons. When their mission leads them to Rendezvous Texas Nate is forced to reveal his identity to the five Ramsey brothers.

THE RAMSEY DOMS (The Doms of Club Mystique 6) a novella – Cade Ramsey refuses to believe his best friend and business partner Thor Larkin is dead. He leaves his pregnant wife, Addison, in the care of his brothers while he travels to Colombia to search for him. Jackson, Luc, Logan and Zane keep Addison out of trouble while they make plans for their own futures with their ladies.

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New M/m BDSM story from Skye Michaels available for presale

NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRESALE on Bookstrand. com! New M/m BDSM Contemporary Romantic Suspense, Quinn’s Secret Gifts, Book 7 of The Wilton Park Grand Hotel series by Skye Michaels – Release date August 24, 2016. (Available on Amazon and other fine e-book retailers six weeks after release). Great story, great sex! Check it out.

This was a fun book for me to write since I love horses and the horse show world. I love going to The WEF shows in Wellington, and especially love the dressage competition and the Musical Freestyle rides especially. Please google Winter Equestrian Festival if you get a chance. Of course the Ooos and Ahhhs of open jumping are thrilling. My heroes in this story are a veterinarian and a show jumper. Very exciting. Throw in some horses you will fall in love with, and I think we have a winner! Please give it a try. Please google Winter Equestrian Festival if you get a chance. It really is an amazing show with participants from all over the world competing. Check out the blurb and the excerpt in my Book Shelf.


It’s Skye Michaels’ Day on ManLove Fantasies Summer Contest!


Please visit today and read Sparks Fly, my contribution to the daily free stories and summer contest. The story is about Timothy Snow, Madison Snow Hamilton’s gay brother, and the high school football star who had never come out of the closet.  Please also check out my Manlove series, The Wilton Park Grand Hotel for some great Male/male BDSM love stories.  As I always say, if you don’t have a good story, you don’t have a book.   All the sex in the world won’t make up for no story.

Below is the blurb and cover of Quinn’s Secret Gifts, my next Manlove story coming out on Bookstrand. com in September.


By Skye Michaels

The Wilton Park Grand Hotel Seven

Irish born and trained large animal veterinarian, Quinn O’Laughlin, has a secret. He has developed a loyal and wealthy clientele who trust him with the wellbeing of their best friends and equine partners in the small but international horse community of Wellington, Florida. Since his arrival in the United States from Dublin, Quinn has not been truthful with them. While he is on the cutting edge of veterinary medicine, it is his other gifts that are most useful. His equine patients aren’t spilling the beans that it is Quinn’s healing hands and ability to communicate with them mind-to-mind that are his greatest talents. Quinn knows that the suspicious, sometimes superstitious, and über-careful horse owners might take that particular ability askance so he keeps it just between himself and his horse patients.

International open jumping star and Master Dom, Jessop Stoneman, is one of Quinn’s clients. Jess had followed Quinn from his job at a prestigious Wellington equine clinic to his own new solo veterinary practice. While Jess finds Quinn interesting and very attractive in an elemental way, he had been in another relationship when they met. Now that his on-again, off-again affair with his ex-jumping trainer, Gordon Smith, is definitely off for good, Jess is interested in finding out just which way the ethereal, red-headed Irishman actually swings and if he might join Jess in his BDSM leanings.

The opening of the international Winter Equestrian Festival is rife with excitement and danger in the air when some very valuable horses go missing. What can the vet and the jumper expect of this pre-Olympic show season on both the professional and personal levels? And can Quinn help to solve the mystery of the kidnapped horses?



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