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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!

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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





WEBSITE: www.skyemichaelsbooks.com

EMAIL:   skye@skyemichaelsbooks.com





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.

BDSM Skye Michaels Erotic Romance

Check out my Author Interview on USA TODAY’s HEA Blog!

Here is the link for my author interview on USA TODAY’s Romance Blog, Happy Ever After.

USA TODAY INTERVIEW 9-1-16     http://happyeverafter.usatoday.com/2016/09/01/skye-michaels-interview-quinns-secret-gifts/

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



Casey’s Last Chance Now Available on Bookstrand

New From Skye Michaels! YAY!   Erotic Romanic Suspense, BDSM M/f Contemporary – Sextreme.   Great weekend reads Hot Sex, Great Story!

Looking for romance and a great love story with lots of hot sex? Casey’s Last Chance, Book Seven of the Golden Dolphin Series, is available on Bookstrand. com.   (To follow on Amazon etc. in about 6 weeks).

The Golden Dolphin, a 300 foot mega yacht owned by Devereau Shipping which hosts secret BDSM cruises around the world, is making a transatlantic crossing to the Mediterranean for a Greek Islands cruise. The fun includes a hurricane at sea, an encounter with some pirates and Captain Con’s confrontation with his controlling Greek grandmother who wants him to marry a Greek shipping heiress, as well as some hot romance and BDSM action in the onboard Dungeon. It tells the story of gorgeous Greek Captain Constantine Cortelis, and beautiful red-headed purser, Casey Campbell, whose story has woven through the previous six books. After their tumultuous history, can Casey survive the excitement and can Con and Casey finally get past their problems and cement their on again-off again relationship? This is the final book of this series and is a stand alone, although it is fun to know the stories of past passengers.  See below for an excerpt!

Skye Michaels





Chapter One


The Golden Dolphin, Dodge Island, The Port of Miami, Miami, Florida, August 23, 2014—Saturday morning, day twenty-three and final day of the Panama Canal cruise


Con was extremely glad that this Panama Canal cruise was over. He was anxious to get home. It didn’t help that Alex Dragados, his best friend and second officer, had been riding him over the entire cruise about the fact that he and Casey Campbell had had a falling out that he’d been unable to bridge. Casey, who had bottomed for Con for the first three Dolphin cruises, took exception to the excessive attention he paid to Barbee Baxter on the singles cruise. When he looked back on his behavior, he realized he could have handled it better—much better. Con knew that Alex only had his best interests at heart, but he could be a pain in the ass.



Casey was anxious to close up shop. The passengers had all departed the ship. It was almost four o’clock, and Con had left hours ago. She was to join him at the condo he and Alex shared on Biscayne Boulevard nearly across from the entrance to the port. She knew that Alex had also left shortly after Con. None of them had been home since before the Alaska cruise in the beginning of July. She packed a small overnight case with cosmetic necessities, two bathing suits, some shorts and tops, and one dress with a pair of killer shoes just in case they went out. She didn’t know what plans Con had for the weekend, but she was sure a good portion of their time would be spent in bed—no clothes needed. She grinned.

She made her way to the port entrance, turned onto Biscayne Boulevard, spotted Con and Alex’s high-rise building several blocks up the street, and made her way in that direction. She parked in the underground parking garage and took the elevator up to the twentieth floor.



Con was pacing the huge kitchen of the condo he and Alex had bought out of foreclosure at the lowest point of the real estate crash. It had had a killer view over the Port of Miami, Biscayne Bay, Miami Beach, and out to the ocean. Con perched on a barstool at the granite island. “Where the hell is Casey? She should have been here at least an hour ago.”

Alex took a swallow of beer and looked up from the fresh fish, shrimp, scallops, and baby squid he was cleaning for a huge bowl of ceviche he and Baylee were preparing for the preseason football game on Sunday afternoon. Baylee Baxter, Barbee Baxter’s twin sister, had flown down from New York to spend a few days with Alex. She was busy chopping onions, garlic, cilantro, and juicing limes for the acid sauce that would marinate the fish overnight in the refrigerator. “Chill, man. You know last minute shit always comes up, and she is the one who usually has to deal with it. She’ll be here.”

“I know. Just anxious.” Con had spent two hours trying to relax at the rooftop pool and wishing Casey was there with him. He was looking forward to this weekend with her in his own home and not in a theme room or the dungeon. That was all fun, but having Casey at home with him was different. He rarely brought women home. He preferred to go to their place or just see them onboard or at a club. Since he spent so much time away, home was special to him, and he wanted Casey there to share it with him. He hadn’t been able to sort out what this actually meant for the long-term. He just knew it was what he wanted now, but he could still feel that she didn’t quite trust him.

When the doorbell rang, Baylee had just dried her hands and put the bowl of dressing aside. “My hands are dry. I’ll get it.” She walked to the carved mahogany double doors in the foyer and opened one of them. “Hi, Casey. Good to see you.”



Casey stared at the woman opening the door in shock. Barbee Fucking Baxter. She couldn’t believe her eyes. What the fuck is she doing here? She hesitated a moment and made a decision. “Hi. I’m just dropping this off for Con. Please give it to him.” She rooted around in her tote and handed Barbee a manila envelope that had grocery receipts she had already entered into her laptop spreadsheet—anything to have an excuse to turn around and leave. She couldn’t go through this again. It was her worst nightmare, and she was wide awake. She handed the envelope to Barbee, who looked more than a little confused, and turned back toward the elevator.


Casey walked to the elevator, which was still open, turned to the control panel, and punched the button for the parking garage. She had to hold it together. She would be back in her car in minutes, and then she would be out of here. She didn’t know what she would do, but she wasn’t going to hang around here. Son of a bitch. He’d done it to her again. By the time she got to the parking level and trotted to her car she had made up her mind. She would return to the ship, get her bag, and go to the airport. She might be able to get on a flight to Chicago on standby. She was usually able to work those little transportation miracles for passengers, why not for herself? Her fondest wish was to be out of here.

Thanks for Visiting Skyemichaelsbooks.com — My New Baby!

Hi and thank you for visiting Skye Michaels Books.  My name is Barbara, also known as Skye Michaels. I write erotic romantic suspense.  I currently have thirty novels published by Siren Publishing.  My novels are in the BDSM, M/f and M/m contemporary genre.  LOL – I’m an equal opportunity naughty book writer!  I am currently working on book number 31.

I started my first series, The LeClub series, with Calleigh’s Collar set in the glamorous horse world of Ocala, Florida.   I finished the first draft in 17 days.  Granted it was only 22,000 words. It and a second manuscript, Kelly’s Challenge, were accepted by Siren Publishing within three weeks.  I was astounded, excited, terrified.  Since then I have learned a lot from the editors at Siren Publishing.   I have since started  other series:  The Golden Dolphin set aboard a 300 foot mega yacht (currently 6 books with at least one more to come), and The Black Iris Club set in my hometown of Fort Lauderdale that tells the stories of four girlfriends who are either cops or attorneys, The Black Dahlia Hotel series which is a spinoff of Black Iris, and The Wilton Park Grand Hotel series set in Wilton Manors, Florida which is Manlove.   I love the BDSM genre, and have had some interesting conversations with people about it.  I recently attended a writer’s conference given to educate writers about the lifestyle.  I met some really terrific people there who live the lifestyle and learned a lot.

My heroines are all hard working professional women with lives of their own. Although I am writing about Dominant/submissive situations, none of my girls are downtrodden or lack spunk.   My heroes are all rich and handsome since this is Romance with a capital “R”.  If we all wanted real life, we only have to look around us not to romance books.

I just love being able to take a reader some place she may not have had an opportunity to go – a polo match at the Palm Beach Polo Club or an international Dressage competition (The Appearance of Impropriety), a cruise to Rio or a performance at Lincoln Center (Violette’s Vibrato), a cruise to Alaska and a gold mine in the tundra (Pandora’s Box), or the Kentucky Derby and Triple Crown (Madison’s Choice and Belinda’s Crown). While my books are not intended to be travelogs or tutorials on how to train a race horse or sail a yacht, I want my readers to feel like they have been there.   I hope I can provide my readers with a little respite from everyday life as well as some fun and hot romance — emphasis on HOT.

Please follow me on Twitter at @skyemichaels and visit my fan page on Facebook, Skye Michaels Books. All of my covers and first chapters are here in the Bookshelf, Books by Series.  Or you can just search Skye Michaels on Amazon, Bookstrand or Barnes and Noble and my books will pop up.

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SOME ADVICE FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE WRITERS – Which Applies to All Genres – Certainly Not Just Erotic Romance

Recently I have spoken with several people who told me they also wanted to write and asked how to get started. My best advice is just TO START.  Write something.  Open a directory on your computer and start a Notes page.  Think about your plot as you drive to and from work.   Jot down character studies, location ideas, plot ideas.  Get something – anything – on paper.   That’s what editing is for, to make sense of your crazy first draft.


Some writers outline every nuance and plot twist chapter by chapter spending days or weeks getting it just right before they ever write a word. I have written thirty books, and I have never done an outline. I might have an idea for a plot:  Girl goes on BDSM cruise with her girlfriend.   Across the deck she sees the guy who stood her up for prom fifteen years ago and broke her little teenage heart.   That’s it.  Write Chapter One and GO.  That is the plot for Cassandra’s Revenge, Book 4 of The Golden Dolphin Series.  I have to say it’s one of my favorite books.  Who among us hasn’t had her little heartbroken at one time or another and wanted some payback.  Well, here I got it for all of us.


In Violette’s Vibrato, Book 3 of the Golden Dolphin series, my heroine (First Violin with the NY Philharmonic) was in trouble with a guy in the Russian Mob.  The story was coming along well.  The Hero and heroine were great together.  AND THEN I didn’t know how to finish it off.  How the heck was I going to solve the problem?  How do you get rid of the Russian mob?  It wasn’t any easier in my book than I expect it would be in real life.  I thought and thought (this is the part where I wish I’d outlined) and then one morning I woke up early and just knew what to do.  My subconscious had worked out a solution.  I rushed to jot it down – if I don’t my brilliant ideas drift off into space never to be seen again.


It really doesn’t matter how you approach the project. The outliner spends a ton of time getting ready to write.  The pantster just goes for it.  Either way, you have to spend the time.  I sometimes find that in the middle of a book I don’t know where I’m going or what to do next.  Then I have to spend the time figuring it out that the outliner has already invested.   Six of one – half a dozen of another.   The trick is to JUST DO IT.  Find the method that suits you best.  Try both and see how it goes.  Just get started if it has always been your dream.  Turn lemons into lemonade.   I lost my job and gained a whole new career.  A door closes and a window pops open…and all those clichés.  They are clichés for a reason.


Writing is fun. Every day is something new, and I get to share the adventures of all my characters (I love the girls  like children, the guys I just love!).  My series, The Black Iris Club, starts with Kaylin’s Pursuit, the story of a homicide detective in Fort Lauderdale (my home town) who during the course of an investigation of a serial killer meets and falls in love with the sexy and rich (they always are – who wants real life?) Dom, Jack Dalton Brown.  He owns a BDSM club in the penthouse of the building where the body was found.  Kaylin goes into the club undercover to root out the serial killer.  That’s all I knew when I started.  The four books of the series also include: Chloe’s Rescue (human trafficking), Gabriella’s Prosecution (gang violence), and Nicollette’s Defense (PTSD and veteran’s issues).


The one thing you really need is a good story. Without a story, you don’t have a book.  If it’s only about sex, the reader (and I include myself in that group because I also read) gets bored and loses interest.  If you have a good story, they will want to read the story even if some just glance over the sex.


Another saying is “write the book you want to read.” Well I have done that thirty times and I’m not tired of it yet – so give writing a try if you think you might like it.  I hope you will sign up for my Blog, follow me on Twitter at @skyemichaels and check out my fan page on Facebook, Skye Michaels Books.  I love to hear from readers, so drop me a line and let me know what you like and what you don’t (not so much the what you don’t – LOL). – Skye Michaels

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Why I Write BDSM! By Skye Michaels



I have often been asked why I write most of my stories in the BDSM genre.   The answer would be because it’s interesting, sexy and a little edgy.  Certainly, it is not for everyone, but the people who love it REALLY love it.   I was writing in this genre before I ever heard about Fifty Shades of Gray.  I know.  I know.  My head must have been buried in the sand.

BDSM is something different that people are interested in. You never know.  Your neighbors may be living the lifestyle and you have no idea.   Jim and Mary Jane next door may have a dungeon in their basement.   I have to say that this genre is very popular even among people who are not actively participating or interested in the lifestyle or would even ever consider it.  People have all kinds of unacknowledged fantasies—many of them very private.

I know that when I stumbled upon a couple of BDSM ebooks, I loved them, read more, and decided I could write them. While I am not currently a participant in a BDSM relationship, I wouldn’t rule it out.  I might be interested if I had a partner I trusted to that degree.  That’s the thing.   It’s all about trust.  In my opinion, if you don’t trust your partner, you would be insane to let him handcuff you to a cross, blindfold you and then paddle your butt!

As I am sure most of you know (but some may not) BDSM stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission and Sadomasochism, or some other scramble of those ingredients. Some people also refer to it as the ‘lifestyle.’  Some prefer to refer to it as a “community.”  It includes Dominance and submission, role-playing, bondage, orgasm denial, breath, knife, impact play, and things like that.  The participants are a very accepting, non-judgmental group of people.  What floats your boat may not float mine.  The only hard and fast rules are that play must be “safe, sane and consensual” and safe words are sacred.

Dominance and submission or D/s is a category of relationship under the BDSM umbrella. It is basically a power exchange.  One party (the submissive or bottom) gives over their personal power to the other party (the Dominant or Top) who is then in charge of the relationship. These relationships can come in any flavor and degree of commitment—heterosexual, homosexual, lesbian, polyamour.    It is often said that the submissive drives the bus and has the real power because what they are willing to agree to governs the relationship.   It is completely consensual, and all parties must get pleasure from the exchange.   The pleasure also comes in many flavors and is specific to the individuals.  Hard limits are negotiated beforehand and safe words are used.  This is not abuse.

Like in anything else, people are different. Some just want to play in the bedroom or have a Dominant/submissive vibe to their relationship, while some want to live full-time Master/slave relationships.

I have met and talked with many of these people. I recently attended a writer’s conference where I met many couples who actively engage in the lifestyle.  There were classes, round table discussions and live demonstrations put on by actual participants in the lifestyle. Naked butts were getting paddled everywhere, there was suspension bondage, vampire gloves (oooh – loved them) and violet wands were in use.  We were able to ask questions (nothing off the table), handle the equipment and get an up-close and personal view of what is actually happening.  I got to try whips, floggers, paddles, wooden spoons, and every nature of impact “toy.”

What was interesting to me was that although they may have been of different flavors, you could see the love in these relationships. Some couples were more “high protocol” than others, and some were actually in Master/slave, or M/s, relationships.  The women (and a couple of men) who were the submissives were not downtrodden, weak or spineless.  They had jobs (some very responsible and high profile) and went out to earn a living and contribute to society every day as well as run their households and raise their children.  They were not weird, scary or anything like that.  They were not all lingerie or male models.  They were people who have a few sexual interests that might raise eyebrows is some circles, but they are happy, healthy and love their partners.  I went to the conference to learn more, and I was very happy I did.   I was able to bring a lot back to my writing and had a great time.

My books are on the light side of the BDSM spectrum. My heroines (while submissives) are spunky and don’t take any guff.  They are accomplished women who have minds and hearts of their own and choose to give the gift of submission—or not (witness Paula Greenley in Paula’s Commitment who is always topping from the bottom).   They do not all have perfect bodies or lives.  Anne in Anne’s Courage had body image issues due to scars from her breast cancer surgery, and Jamie had to break through some serious barriers.  My heroes are not all perfect either.  They are all handsome and successful.  Come on now.  This is Romance with a Capital “R,” but they have their own issues to overcome.   It’s just like real life—only better.

There is a great quote that I would like to pass along: One word will stop a BDSM scene, while a thousand words will not stop abuse.

Skye Michaels, Erotic Romance With a Dark Edge.


What Does It Take to Be a Great BDSM Heroine?

BAM Blue Scarf 11-5-15 4I love my heroines! They are women of strong character with minds of their own who choose of their own free will to give the gift of submission to their Doms – sometimes.  Sometimes not so much. Some are independent and sassy and some are a bit bratty – which gets them in trouble. The ladies in The Black Iris Club series are cops and attorneys and definitely have minds of their own.  Somehow, though, they all get involved in the BDSM lifestyle and with their gorgeous Doms.  Their struggles with the concept of being strong women and submissives at the same time is half the fun.  The other half is the great sex and the adventure in each of the books. Kaylin’s Pursuit is about a serial killer, Chloe’s Rescue is about human trafficking, Gabriella’s Prosecution is about gang violence, and Nicollette’s Defense is about veterans’ issues.   The Black Dahlia Hotel is a continuation of the Fort Lauderdale theme and our original four girls and their Doms will continue to make appearances. The ladies don’t all have perfect bodies and have some issues.  The stories are good and the sex is hot.  As I always say, “If you don’t have a good story, you don’t have a book.”

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Introducing New Release -The Vampire’s Coquí by Evelise Archer

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This is the fun part of blogging – being able to introduce a new release for my fellow Siren author, Evelise Archer, The Vampire’s Coquí. This book is so cool!  Vampires, shifters, sexy cowboys – What’s not to like?  Here are the blurb, excerpt and buy links as well as the cover for your enjoyment.  The book is currently available on Bookstand.com.

Blurb~ [Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, vampires, shape-shifters, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Diablo loves his ranch, his horses, and the men he works with. He also has certain proclivities which the C & L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant and a one hundred and fifty year old vampire who desperately desires a mate and permanent sub.

Newly graduated from Veterinary School, Kristoph Karlisle answers the Vet Needed ad for the C & L Ranch. The little coquí shifter is better suited for the warmer climate and eagerly heads south towards a new job—and his fated mate.

Diablo hopes his mate is as open-minded as the other residents of the C & L Ranch, where hog tying takes on a whole new meaning.

A Siren Erotic Romance



Kristoph’s heart skipped a full beat or maybe two and the sweat trickled down his back at the bomb just dropped on his lap. The polo shirt began to stick to him and he hoped his deodorant did the job. Diablo Rivera-Calderon was an imposing figure of a man. Sexy, wore a pair of jeans as if they’d been painted on, Kristoph’s new boss, and oh yeah—his mate. Never did Kristoph think he’d move hours away from his current home not only for a job but also to find his mate—life mate as Diablo called him. Coquíes did not necessarily mate for life nor believe in life mates. They knew mates existed and from the moment Kristoph laid eyes on Diablo his scent called to him and he knew the attraction strong, but a life mate?

Usually coquí unions were arranged by the parents or some older relative for the sake of procreation and keeping their shifter population thriving. They rarely mated outside the species. Kristoph’s parents were a perfect example. Their marriage had been arranges and they brought six children into the world. Unlike their animal counterpart which laid up to twenty five eggs per year, the shifter coquí usually had a child every year and a half. Kristoph sometimes wondered if they only stayed together out of habit, and because it was expected He certainly didn’t think they loved each other and when they tried to arrange a marriage for him, Kristoph left his island home of Puerto Rico for the sunnier pastures of Florida. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, a scholarship from the University of Pennsylvania to study paid off in more than one way. The weather may not have been what he’d originally sought, but now relocating to Virginia…

Confused, Kristoph wondered if all the ramblings of his parents about survival and procreation was just their way to keep him in line, especially once he told them he was gay. They were appalled and screamed it was his duty to marry a nice coquí-shifter girl and keep the species thriving. Once his parents informed him they had an arranged marriage for him, Kristoph left and never looked back. Lies. Everything they told him—lies.

“I don’t know if I believe in life mates.” Kristoph had a hard time looking Diablo in the eyes. He already didn’t want to disappoint his mate. “My parents always told me coquíes married for procreation, rarely love. We only bred with each other.”

Cariño, I can’t speak for your parents, but I can sure as hell tell you with one hundred percent assuredness, you are my mate. A vampire’s nose is never wrong, nor hearing, and you smell like sunshine and sea salt.” Kristoph kept his eyes transfixed on their joined hands and the slight caress of Diablo’s finger on his wrist.

“But what if you’re wrong and I’m not the man for you. Are you even gay?” whispered Kristoph.

Slight pressure on his chin forced his face up, and he peered into Diablo’s eyes. Kristoph saw Diablo’s dark pupils dilate with conflicting emotion, understanding and lust. Kristoph inhaled before speaking again. “Are you? Gay?”

“Yes, I am, but even if I wasn’t, a mate is a mate. And we never forsake a mate. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Kristoph timidly shrugged his shoulder at Diablo’s words. “You are it for me, Dr. Kristoph Karlisle. My life mate. And no matter how long it takes, I will prove myself to you.”

Kristoph watched the man’s plump lips as he spoke. A shudder passed through Kristoph’s body at the inflection in Diablo’s voice. The man was determined to convince him of his sincerity and tenacity of their mating. A surge of pride flowed in Kristoph, knowing someone thought him so important. Kristoph licked his lips, his throat dry like the Sahara as he swallowed. He needed a drink of the lemonade but he feared moving, not wanting to break the spell.

Author Bio

An avid reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream with her loving husband, two dogs, and three children who visit often. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next tale.


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Amazon Author Page http://goo.gl/O9MqZJ

Book Strand Author Page http://www.bookstrand.com/evelise-archer

Why Did I Choose the BDSM Genre?

Why did I choose the BDSM genre?  Well, mainstream romance is a very crowded field.  It seems that thousands of new books come out weekly.  Frankly, I enjoyed the drama and sexiness of the BDSM stories I originally read and wanted to see if I could write one of my own.  I was amazed at how the words flowed.  Since then I have studied this interesting subculture, gone to several BDSM writers’ conventions, watched live demonstrations, and read extensively.  There is still a lot to learn.  These books are fiction, and before trying any of the activities depicted, you should study the literature available.  As always, Safe, Sane and Consensual rules.


Why did I start my latest series, The Wilton Park Grand Hotel Series, which is Male/male BDSM – Manlove?  Well, why not?  I wanted to branch out in my storytelling.  I wondered if a hetero woman could write those stories and decided with great trepidation to give the first one a try.  One of my fellow Siren writers, Bellann Summer, gave me a lot of help and pointers and read my first M/m manuscript (Alex’s Sacrifice) for which I am very grateful.  I was delighted to find I had no problem writing in this genre.   People are people, love is love, sex is sex (except for the mechanical differences, LOL), and relationships are relationships.  As always, despite the hot sex, you have to have a good story.  I hope you will give one of these a try even if you never thought they would be for you.  They may give you a different perspective on alternative lifestyles.   One of my gay friends paid me the best compliment.  We were talking about my latest M/m book at his hair salon (which appears in Ricky’s Dilemma), and he turned to a friend of his and said “She gets us!  She really gets us.”  I was thrilled.


Another thrill was when a reader told a friend of mine who had introduced her to my books to thank me for writing them, that they had helped revitalize her twenty-year marriage that had gotten stale.  Now she and her husband are texting and hurrying home from work.  What a thrill –to know you made a difference in someone’s life.  And they say it’s just “romance.”

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