About Just the Right Notes
by Sean Michael
194 pages / 56500 words
ISBN:
978-1-61040-002-2
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Elliot is an up and coming architect who just opened his own firm. His
lover Graham is a composer and conductor. They share their love and
lives in a beautiful house designed by Elliot, and whenever things get
too hard to handle, they run away to their little cabin getaway where
Elliot becomes Dom to Graham’s needy little sub.
When things at Elliot’s firm begin to crumble, Graham needs to be the
strong one, the one to suggest the cottage and the games they play
there, knowing Elliot’s role as Dom will give him strength, that their
games will recharge his lover. And together they keep working to find
that precarious balance in their lives until an accident threatens to
change everything. Will Elliot and Graham’s love see them through and
keep the music in their lives?
Review
Mychael Black,
author of the Hearth and Home series, writes: Architect and composer,
Dom and sub. Elliot and Graham are two very different men with strong
needs only the other can meet. Their getaway cabin serves as the one
place they can go to recharge and reconnect, where Elliot becomes Dom to
Graham.
But things begin to unravel in Elliot’s firm, and an accident nearly
tears them apart. It’s going to take every ounce of love and trust and
devotion they share to keep them afloat and in one piece.
Just the Right Notes is a classic Sean Michael novel. Full of hot love
scenes, intense BDSM, and lovable men, it delivers a wonderful story of
just how much life can test the bonds people share with one another.
Elliot is a caring but firm Dom, and it’s fun to watch Graham test him.
The best part, however, is the sheer trust. There’s absolutely no doubt
left as to just how much these two strong men trust each other, and it
makes their love even more wonderful to read.
Sample
God, what a day.
Elliot hadn't realized quite how much non-architectural work would be
involved in running his own firm. It wasn't even like it was a big firm or
anything. Him, two junior architects fresh out of university, and a
secretary.
He pulled up into the driveway and took a minute to admire the house. It
really was beautiful, if he did say so himself. He chuckled as he got out,
grabbing his jacket and his briefcase. It was probably egotistical as hell
to love your own work so much, but he did.
Now, if Graham was just in a better mood than when he'd left this morning,
his Friday night just might be salvageable.
He let himself in. "Hey, honey, I'm home."
Silence.
Well, that could be good or bad...
He wandered through the living area into the kitchen, where he found a
half-full bottle of wine and a shattered glass. He was starting to lean
toward not good, and a plan began to form in his mind. The bag was packed
and it was late enough they'd have missed the worst of the traffic. An hour
and a half and they could be at the cabin.
He headed for the study.
The light was on, Graham sprawled over a chair, score sheets crumpled and
torn, tears streaking the lean cheeks even in sleep.
Oh, he didn't think so. Enough was enough. If anything or anyone was going
to torture Graham, it was going to be him, and Graham was going to love
every fucking second of it.
He turned on his heel and headed for their bedroom, grabbing the black bag
from the back of the closet. He didn't need to check it -- it would have
everything they needed. Every time they used it, he carefully repacked it
when they got home again. So it was always ready. He took it out and put it
in the trunk of the car.
Heading back in, he called his work number and reset his outgoing message to
indicate he would be unreachable for the weekend.
Then he went to wake Graham.
His beautiful lover's jet black hair was loose, wild, and tangled;
undisciplined, uncontrolled, and he reached out, stroked a hand through it,
Graham's eyes fluttering open.
Crouching next to Graham, he smiled into the most amazing green eyes he'd
ever seen. "G. Love."
"Hey, El." Graham reached up, cupped his cheek. "I... I must have fallen
asleep."
"Yeah. You had a bad day." It wasn't a question. "You've had a bunch of 'em
lately."
Leaning in, he pressed their lips together, tasting tears and wine and the
intense, addictive flavor of Graham himself.
Graham kissed him softly and then leaned back. "The song won't come out. I
keep working on the bridge."
"Well." He stood and stretched and then held out a hand. "Leave it for now.
You're coming with me."
"I am?" The long, talented fingers slid into his, the green eyes just
beginning to wake up.
"Oh, yes. You are." He walked backward, bringing Graham with him, grinning.
"You look wicked..." Graham looked back at the papers on the floor, that
frown coming back again.
He let go of one hand to take Graham's chin in his fingers, turning his
lover's face back to him. "That's because I am wicked."