Totally Covered by Sean Michael
Thank you, Dawn, for the opportunity to share my
upcoming release here at your Reading Nook.
I have a new book in the Handcuffs and Lace series
coming out from Resplendence Publishing on October 30th. This one is
called Totally Covered and Mal and his Doms took over my brain until I had
finished it.
All that changes, though, when Mal is shot on the job
and needs to stay with Burke and Darby during his recovery. Can his Doms bring
Mal out of the funk his last undercover stint has left him in? Or will the
three of them finally go their separate ways?
Excerpt:
Burke
was surprisingly nervous.
It
wasn’t like they hadn’t been friends with Malcolm for over twelve years. It
wasn’t like Malcolm hadn’t been to the house hundreds of times in those last
twelve years. They’d shared wine, laughter, good food, wild sex. They’d loved
on Malcolm, torn him inside out, and rebuilt him countless times. They were
Malcolm’s ground. They broke him and put him back together, so that he could
keep doing his job.
Being
an undercover cop was stressful.
Malcolm
didn’t have family or friends. He had Burke and Darby. And they liked it like
that. It meant they could play hard without having to bring someone new into
their relationship. Hell, Malcolm was their sub in all but a few
practicalities: that he didn’t live with them was the biggest.
All
that had changed when Malcolm had been shot two weeks ago. Their lover had been
hurt on the job before, but never like this, never in a life-threatening
manner. Malcolm had stayed with them many times in the past, but this time he
was coming to recuperate from a physical hurt, not a mental or emotional one,
and Burke found himself nervous.
Darby
chuckled. “Babe. Relax. It’s Malcolm.”
“I
know, but…”
“But
you’re worried he’s going to find out you’re a closet baker?”
Burke
threw the pillow he’d been moving from one couch to the other at Dar. “Ass.”
Dar
plucked the pillow out of the air and turned to wriggle his butt in Burke’s
direction. “I thought I saw you admiring it.”
He
rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help laughing, relaxing. Dar knew him so well.
Warm,
strong hands landed on his arms, Dar giving him a little shake and looking him
in the eye. “Malcolm needs us, just like always. Would you have him turn to
anyone else in his time of need?”
Burke’s
“No!” was immediate and heartfelt. No, Malcolm was theirs.
Maybe
that was the problem—he and Darby knew that, had known it for over a decade.
Malcolm on the other hand… Well, their boy still believed he had a choice,
still believed he wasn’t impossibly entwined with them. Burke didn’t know if
Malcolm was ready to discover that he was indeed home when he was with his
Doms.
The
doorbell rang and Burke growled a little as he headed to let Malcolm in. “I
still don’t understand why he didn’t let us pick him up from the hospital.”
“Because
he’s still the most stubborn son-of-bitch you’ve ever met—he was shot in the
chest and belly, not the head.”
Snorting,
Burke flung open the door.
“Hey.”
Mal stood there, bag in hand, white as milk and swaying. “I’m here.”
Thank
God, they’d seen him every day in the hospital, so they knew that the heavy
muscles had become lean, that the short, short black hair was shaggy now. This
undercover assignment might have destroyed Mal, even if the bullets hadn’t hit
him.
Burke
kept his growls inside and bit back his complaints about Mal not letting them
come pick him up. Instead, he stepped up and wrapped an arm around Mal’s waist,
taking the man’s bag in his other hand. “Welcome home, boy.”
Look for it on October 30th from Resplendence
Publishing!
Sean Michael
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