by Sean Michael
310 pages / 94000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-747-3, 1-60370-747-6
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Billy has no idea what prompts him to take in a ragged, dirty man off the streets. All he knows is that Montana calls to him somehow, and that he always listens to his instincts. Montana, or Tanny, thinks that Billy is crazy, because nobody is that nice. Not in his experience, anyway.
Tanny brings all sorts of problems with him, from addiction to trouble with the police. Billy is determined to make Montana whole again, and he thinks he knows just the thing to replace Tanny's favorite high. All Billy has to do is help Montana get back on his feet, and then he can teach Tanny all about his lifestyle.
Too bad no one believes that Tanny is redeemable, least of all Tanny. Billy's friends threaten to become overprotective, the people who populated Tanny's life on the street pop up at the most inopportune moments, and Tanny thinks that Billy is far too good for him, a homeless guy fresh off the reservation, scarred and way less than perfect.
Can Billy convince Tanny to give him, and their newfound relationship, a chance? Or will the reality of Billy's lifestyle scare Tanny off just when life is starting to get good again?
Syd McGinley, author of the Dr. Fell books, writes: Billy and Montana
meet on a rainy street, and a relationship starts. Ordinary enough, but
Billy is an affluent dom and Montana is a homeless tweaker. Trust Sean
Michael to take an everyday scene -- being hustled for a cigarette --
and turn it into an erotic story of love, kink, and healing. As is usual
with Michael’s work, there is plenty of hot, inventive sex, but the
smoking hot scenes also advance both the plot and the relationship
between Tanny and Billy. The first chapters are a delicious dance of
courtship that is pure literary foreplay.
This installment in the Hammer series continues one of the most powerful
things about Michael’s vision of BDSM: its ability, when done ethically,
to rescue us from ourselves. The BDSM community, as portrayed in this
universe, is one of the most caring groups around -- its members look
out for each other and take care that no one goes astray. This is in
marked contrast to the vanilla world which serves as a realistic
exterior force working against Tanny and Billy.
Michael often touches on the value of craft in the Hammer books. People
who work with their hands are respected. Creating is shown as a means of
regaining self-worth, and the work of BDSM and the respect for roles
frequently parallels the work of trades and the traditions of master and
Through Billy and Tanny, we see the value of looking beyond exteriors
and what ‘society’ values. True trust and friendship as well as many
intense sex scenes make this installment a satisfying and, at 300+
pages, substantial read.
"This is a terrible place to live with no money."
Their food arrived and he gave the girl a nod, but his focus was all on Montana.
"Anywhere's terrible without money, man." The man fell on the food like he was starving.
Billy's lips tightened as he imagined that Montana probably was starving. He grabbed the salt and added some to his fries and then he popped one in his mouth. God, they were perfect.
Someone tapped at the window -- a little rat-faced man staring in, shaking a bottle of pills. "I got it, man!"
Montana stared out, a pure, desperate hunger in that gaunt face.
Billy shook his head. Montana wasn't going to get back to Arizona if he was taking shit. In fact, he wasn't going to go anywhere but into the gutter.
He felt the pull to make sure that didn't happen.
Montana flashed a hand at the guy, mouthed 'one hour'.
Perhaps the lure of a hot shower could delay the inevitable. Billy didn't say anything right then, choosing to eat his burger first. It only took Montana half a dozen bites before the food was gone. Billy ate more slowly and offered over half his fries. "I love them, but I had lunch not that long ago."
"I... Would you mind if I took them? For a snack later."
"Go for it. But only if you'll share dessert with me." They did a mile high chocolate cake here that was nearly as good as the fries.
"That... sure. I... I meant it, what I said before. I'm not a whore. I mean, if that's what the offer's for."
Billy shook his head. "I'm not interested in fucking you. No, that's a lie. I'm interested, but not unless you're clean and sober and I have informed consent. And I'm sure as hell not paying for it."
"I. Okay." Montana looked at him like he was utterly insane.
He just grinned and raised his hand to get Lisa's attention. "A large slice of your ridiculously high chocolate cake, please. And two forks. Coffee?" he directed the last at Montana.
"Sure. Sure, yeah. That'll be warm."
"And two coffees, please."
He watched her go and then smiled at Montana. "Speaking of warm -- how would you like a hot shower? I've got a washer and dryer at my place and some sweats that, while very short, should still fit you." Come out of the cold for an hour or two, maybe even a night.
"I..." Those near-black eyes shot outside. "No offense, man, but unless you're going to do something bad to me, you got no reason to invite a junkie loser to your place."
Billy didn't take offense. He wouldn't have trusted him either under the same circumstances. "I didn't start life as a well-off queer, but I had a lot of people give me a boost when I needed it. They never asked for anything in return. I try and pay 'em back in kind."
"That's what all the pretty axe murderers say."
Billy snorted. "Then it's a good thing I'm not pretty."