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Ten Facts About Size Matters:
1. I started writing Trey and Lucien as a short story for another call.
2. The original story is now the start of the novel which follows Size Matters.
3. It only took me a few weeks to write Size Matters.
4. I had the hardest time coming up with a pseudonym that I was happy with for Trey.
5. Trey’s dog’s name is Happy.
6. Trey is not the first blind character I’ve written.
7. Size Matters was my working title for the story and I couldn’t think of anything that suited the story more, so it became the actual title as well. Titles are always the hardest part of writing any of my books.
8. I had to fight to keep Size Matters under 15000 words. It could have easily been a novel on its own.
9. Trey drinks a lot of coffee. Lucien can take it or leave it. I don’t like coffee at all.
10. I love this story and I’m thoroughly enjoying writing the follow-up novel.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
Blurb for Size Matters: Trey is a natural submissive, but no one wants to take on a blind man. When Trey and Lucien hit it off, it could be the answer to Trey’s prayers.
When Lucien meets his favorite author at a book signing, he’s surprised to discover the man is not only blind, but much younger than he’d expected. He’s even more surprised to discover that Trey shares a passion of his—BDSM.
Trey loves his life as a horror mystery writer, but it is a lonely one. Immediately drawn to Lucien, he’s surprised and intrigued when Lucien ferrets out his interests in certain aspects of BDSM right from the start.
Is Lucien exactly who Trey’s been waiting for, or is it too good to be true?
Buy Size Matters HERE
Author Bio: Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organising his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channelling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago”.
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
