About Velvet Glove: Volume II
by Sean Michael
328 pages/78500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-272-0, 1-60370-272-5
Available file types - paperback
The Velvet Glove is an exclusive men's club. Members come for the food, the comfortable atmosphere, and service a man can't get elsewhere. Top or bottom, there's something for everyone at the Glove, and heat waits beyond closed doors.
Daniel seems spoiled and bratty, but what he needs is a firm hand. Zane has been watching Daniel for a long time, and he thinks he knows just what to do. He takes Daniel on, but can he prove that he can see what Daniel needs?
Kestrel makes sure everything runs smoothly at the Velvet Glove. He takes care of everyone, but who takes care of him? Bartender Jim has some good ideas about making Kestrel happy, but when he asks Kes to join him on a date, will things go as he plans?
Sampson is too tall to be anything but awkward outside, but in the Velvet Glove he shines, confident in his ability as a top. When he meets Alain, it breaks Sampson's heart. Alain has been without a top, and any kind of touch, for too long. Can Sampson prove himself and win Alain's heart?
Kytan and Rivan love what they have, but they know they need more. When two emotionally damaged young men find their way into Ky and Van's lives, they decide they've found the perfect family. Can they convince Hinton and Jewel they know what's best?
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
Daniel was pouting.
He was bored.
B.
O.
R.
E.
D.
Bored.
Mal was in a snit and had ignored everyone and then disappeared entirely.
Desmond was in his rooms with his latest bottom.
Daniel would have thought someone would be interested in topping him after the show he’d put on the other night, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
And he was looking fine, too. Damn it.
He all but stamped his foot.
His hair was loose, falling around his shoulders. His eyelashes were darkened and his lips reddened. His body was displayed to great effect in the violet skin-tight jumpsuit he wore.
So why was he alone and bored? He wandered over to the bar. “I want a Purple Passion Explosion.”
A soft chuckle sounded, the noise deep and rumbling and low. “I don’t know, Poppet. You’re already purple enough, aren’t you?”
He turned his head and saw a massive bald man, dark eyes sparkling under heavy brows.
“You think?” he asked, wriggling a little. “So what would you suggest then?”
One eyebrow arched. “Whiskey, Jim. Two. Neat.”
“Whiskey? Are you trying to get me drunk?” He gave Baldy a long once over. He wouldn’t mind this one getting him drunk, or not, as long as there was advantage taken of him.
“No. You’ll only have one. I’m not interested in having you sloppy drunk.”
Sure, firm. Absolute. Sexy as fuck.
“Well how are you interested in having me, then?” Oh, suddenly he wasn’t bored anymore. Not one little bit.
“Spread out on the sofa in my suite. Saw you the other night, but I don’t want sloppy seconds and I want you to know when I fuck you. Drink your whiskey.”
“Oh, it’s like that is it?” He gave Baldy his best, sassy look, but he took the whiskey from Jim and took a sip, looking up at the man from over the rim of his glass.
“It is.” Baldy took his own drink in one smooth shot, not flinching, not grimacing. “You’ve got a hungry little hole, Poppet. I think I can make you scream.”
He was mid-preen when he realised what Baldy had said earlier. “Wait a minute. You called me sloppy seconds.”
Daniele shot back his own whiskey and slammed his glass on the bar. A flip of his hair and he was heading off, grand exit entirely ruined by his gasping chokes. Damn, that was strong stuff.
“You’re making a mistake, Daniel.” He spun around to see a key card being laid on the bar. “I’ve been watching you. Learning you. I’ll be upstairs, if you decide to come play.”