About Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Written by Sean Michael
277 pages / 94500 words
ISBN: 1-933389-21-4
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, paperback
In Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, the Jarheads are back! This time Sean Michael tells the story of how it all began for James ''Rock'' South and Alex ''Rig'' Roberts. One beer, one bet, and one night was all it took for Rig to know that the blue eyed Marine was what he wanted, and he bets his whole world on Rock wanting him back.
The two of them have a lot of adjusting to go through to become a couple, though, and through it all, Sean Michael’s trademark humor and hot sex prevails, bringing Rock and Rig’s beginning to life, proving that eventually love conquers all.
Review
AM Riley, contributor to Cowboy Up and author of an upcoming Everyday Spectre, writes: As a big fan of Sean Michael’s Jarhead series, I was eagerly anticipating the latest book, “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. This tale of how my favorite Marine and cowboy first hooked up has surpassed all my expectations.
I expected hot sex and possible threesomes. I expected the “pizza delivery boy” scenario mentioned in Sean Michael’s first book. I expected romance. But romance for our hardened Marine and his sassy redneck isn’t the stuff of Harlequin. Rock and Alex, absolutely true to the characters as written in Sean Michael’s previous books, express their emotions in actions not words.
The deep feeling these men have for each other is not spoken but one feels it. And I found myself rereading the other books after I had finished this one, to savor the meaning of every little gesture between them.
This is a fantastic addition to the Jarhead series and really adds dimension to the story of these men.
Sample
Man, there was nothing like looking hot as fuck. Tight jeans, white t-shirt, hat, shiny buckle -- Alex had the whole fucking package and he knew it. He be-bopped around the pool table, beating Harrison easily -- okay, that would be more impressive if the dickhead hadn't been completely stoned and exhausted from three nights of practicals, but a win was a win.
''Go sleep it off, dork. Table's all mine now.''
''That's a matter of opinion,'' said a low, gravelly voice and Alex turned to find the jarhead who'd been scoping him out since he got there standing right behind him. Good lord and butter the man's eyes were blue.
Oh, hello. ''You wantin' to play?''
Come on. Say yes. Alex hadn't had a decent fuck in days what with Mickey changing rotations.
He was given a once over, the look long and slow, almost a caress in and of itself. ''I am.''
''Well, well. Cowboy up, mister. Loser buys the next round.''
Those eyes held his now. ''I don't lose.''
''No?'' Oh, man. He was either going to get killed or fucked. ''There's a first time for everything, Blue Eyes.''
Oh, that got him a laugh and the man had a smile to go with those eyes. ''I have heard that said. Been a long time since I've seen a first time.''
He clucked and winked. ''Well then, let's give you a whirl, shall we?''
Alex racked up, bent down over the table and offered Mr. Tall, Hot and Manly a looksee. It might have been his imagination, but he swore he heard a purr come rumbling from that amazing chest.
''You want to break?'' He stood, stepped away, feeling fine.
''Sure.''
One of those hips nudged his as Blue Eyes went by him and the ass that bent over the table as the man took his shot? Fine.
Damned fine.
Alex leaned back against the wall, admiring, just looking his fill.
Blue Eyes broke and sunk all but two of the stripes in short order. Stepping back, that amazing smile was flashed on him again. ''You're solids.''
Well, fuck him raw… ''Nice shot.''
Those eyes checked him out again. ''I got lucky.''
''Mmm... Hopefully we both did.''
That earned him that grin again. ''I imagine we might have at that.''
Oh, fucking A. Fucking -- or at least flirting, which was the fun part of fucking -- and not ass-kicking. Go him. He pegged off a good couple shots, sinking three before he missed.
Blue Eyes finished the game on his next turn, putting the eight ball in the corner right pocket before turning to smile at him. ''You owe me a beer.''
''That I do, Blue Eyes. Rack 'em up and decide what we're playing for next.''
Tall, dark and studly did as he was told, leaning over the pool table as he racked up the balls. Damn. That really was a fine ass, thigh muscles just strong as anything beneath it.
When Blue Eyes was done, Alex was given another once over. ''I want a piece of that.''
Oh, he did enjoy a man who knew what he wanted. His cock jerked, filling right up like it was trying to get the man's attention. ''Works for me. I'll break, uh... You got a name?''
Oh, that grin widened, those blue eyes finding the bulge in his jeans fascinating. ''They call me Rock. Short for the Rocketman''
''Oh, they do, do they?'' He hooted, just loving it. ''Well, I hope you've earned the name.''
''You know it.'' Rock flexed and then chuckled and winked. ''I'm a gunnery sergeant, but it's a multipurpose name, I assure you.''
''I'm Alex. Alex Roberts.'' He let his look just linger on the man's chest, admiring. ''Pleased.''
Rock nodded. ''You will be.''