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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) http://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com/?zx=75146dc6b4590dc3 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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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




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.

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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



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


Please visit http://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com/?zx=c43f5d365cda25e4m 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

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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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IT’S HORSE RACING SEASON at Skye Michaels Books!

IT’S HORSE RACING SEASON! Non-horse lovers may call it Spring, but they are deluded. The 142nd Kentucky Derby Run For the Roses was last week at Churchill Downs, Lexington, Kentucky, and the winner was Nyquist. The Kentucky Derby is the longest running American sports event. If you love drama, there is always a ton of drama surrounding the Derby – and lots of beautiful horses and beautiful people to watch.

Check out my LeClub Series for some Hot, Sexy, Good Stories set in Ocala, Florida, the Horse Capital of the World (according to Ocalaites anyway! Some other locales may differ on that opinion).   I hope you will read Madison and Ross’s story in Madison’s Choice, Book 5, and Belinda and Matt’s story in Belinda’ Crown, Book 6, which are set against the drama of the Kentucky Derby and the Triple Crown. No spoiler here, but this is ROMANCE people!

I hope you will give these books a try and get into the mood for this year’s best horse races! Hopefully Nyquist will go all the way for Triple Crown like last year’s winner, American Pharoah who broke the long standing record and actually became the 12th Triple Crown winner in history!

Please visit my website, www.skyemichaelsbooks.com and follow me on Twitter at @skyemichaels

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I had a wonderful day yesterday in lovely Rainbow Springs State Park with my family who are on Easter break. See the pictures below.  Yes the water is that blue and clear.  400 MILLION gallons of water pump out of the springs every day at the head waters of the Rainbow River and the temperature is 72 degrees year round.  BRRR.  I’m a hot cookie so that  is too cold for me!  LOL, but not the kids who swam all day between eating fried chicken and potato salad and watermellon.  This is the real Florida, just as described in my Le Club series set in the exciting world of thoroughbred racing and other horse venues.  The stories center around six couples and the sexy, secret BDSM club located in the historic section of downtown Ocala.  (Read the excerpts in the Book Shelf section of the website.)   Impossible you say?  Not at all as I have spoken with some folks in the BDSM lifestyle who actually live in Ocala, Florida.  The stories are hot, sexy and just plain good romance.  I hope you will give them a try – especially if you love horses (and hot sexy stories) like I do.  Book 5 and 6 are about the Kentucky Derby and the Triple Crown!  Very timely.  And don’t forget to check out my NAUGHTY TOY SCAVENGER HUNT CONTEST (See the Blog below!)   Have a great weekend and do something special with your friends or family!  –  Skye

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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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What is BDSM?

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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, knife, impact play, and things like that.


Dominance and submission or D/s is what is called 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.  It can come in any flavor and degree of commitment—heterosexual, homosexual, polyamour.  It may be a 24/7 arrangement, or just in the bedroom or at the club.  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.


That’s how I explain it in each of my thirty published Light BDSM Male/female contemporary erotic romance novels (currently working on number thirty-one). I have to say that the genre is very popular even among people who are not actively participating or interested in the lifestyle or would even ever consider it.  Why?  Darned if I know, but it is a fact.  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.  Do I participate?  No, not at this time, but I might be interested if I currently had a partner I trusted to that degree.  That’s the thing. It’s all about trust.


Also in my opinion, some of the how-to books and information available on the internet are not realistic and should be taken with a grain of salt. Also, one should be careful in viewing the porn depicting this lifestyle, and very careful of anyone met online purporting to be a “Master.”  He could be some sixteen year old kid in Boise with an active imagination or a predator. In addition, as was pointed out, there is no One True Way.  Each couple has to find their own comfort level.


But if you are interested, certainly check out the available books. And—wait for it—read some of my books listed on this website.

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.


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