About Velvet Glove: Volume I
by Sean Michael
344 pages/80000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-174-7, 1-60370-174-5
Available file types - paperback
The Velvet Glove. An interplanetary exclusive club with every luxury available to its members, The Glove is also a place to explore the deepest levels of sex and love, a place where every member has a chance to find the one thing they really desire, leaving behind the mundane world and entering a fantastical land where rules are meant to be broken. Featuring four stories from Sean Michael's decadent and lush universe, this volume of Velvet Glove has something for everyone.
In Connor's Journey, Connor attends a friend's pre-commitment send-off at the Velvet Glove, and he knows he's out of place, but is determined to enjoy his one night among the rich. Then he meets Desmond, a regular member, who wants to show him everything about being a sub if he'll take a five year contract. It beats his old job, but can he do the things Desmond wants him to?
Peace Within The Quiet features Gloucester, a sub who's not getting any younger, and he's never found anyone to call his own. Then he meets Katashi, a quiet, serious Top, who's drawn to Gloucester, inviting him to a session. The two of them find they have more in common than they thought, and begin a journey of a thousand miles with a single step.
In Love and the Farmer, Love is the best, and brattiest, sub at the club. Punishments are fun for Love, as long as he's the center of attention. Then Freddie comes along. Freddie agrees to take Love on, and Love's furious at being taken in hand by this country bumpkin, but he learns soon enough that Freddie is far from a bumbling farmer.
Finally, in Soaring with Hawk, factory worker Jester lets supervisor Hawk convince him to visit the Velvet Glove. Hawk treats Jester with kindness, and soon enough, Hawk wants Jester to move in. Jester's family are less than thrilled, but when he thinks he has nowhere else to go, he finds out that he’ll always have a place with Hawk.
Hot, lush, and full of love and adventure, the Velvet Glove will take you places you've never dreamed of, and you'll want to visit again and again!
Sample
Oh, man.
Oh, man, this place was...
Oh, man.
Connor looked around from his perch in the corner. When Micah had invited him to the pre-commitment send-off, he'd been a little nervous, but sort of eager, too. He'd heard the food at the Velvet Glove was amazing, the booze wasn't watered down and that the shows were... memorable.
Memorable was right.
He wasn't a virgin. Hell, he wasn't even inexperienced, but tonight he'd watched this huge man lead another through the room by his cock, and no one even cared. Wow.
Micah leaned over and nudged his shoulder. "Having fun?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Music's good. I... This place is something else."
Micah nodded furiously, curls bobbing. "Yeah. I mean, can you imagine? Leading someone around like that? I mean, do you know anyone who would let you do that back home?"
The thought made Connor laugh. Oh, right. Like anyone on their planet would ever. That's why they were here. In the city. In this club. In the club everyone who was anyone on this side of the galaxy wanted to peek into.
"You want to dance, Con? Vic and I are going to."
"Yeah. Okay. Let me finish my drink and I'll find you." He was a little short and klutzy to be dancing, but if he gave Micah and Vic ten minutes they'd be all starry-eyed for each other and he could hang and people watch. So many races, so many colors - so many things.
As he watched Micah and Vic head to the dance floor, a deep, even voice sounded at his elbow. "I was wondering if you would share your table?"
Connor looked up, nodding and smiling politely before he even met the stranger's eyes. "Sure. In fact, I'm just finishing my drink and then you can have the whole thing. It's a good table, almost private. Out of the traffic."
The stranger gave him a soft, enigmatic smile. "I know."
"Oh? You've been here before, I guess." Connor pinked a little, but shrugged. He was a newbie. It had to show, no reason to be embarrassed by it.
"Indeed. You might say this is 'my' table." The man was tall and nicely built with short brown hair and warm brown eyes. "Desmond Filgree," the man told him, hand held out.
"Connor Dean." He stood, took the man's hand. "Did we take your table? The wait staff brought us here."