A warm welcome to author Sean Michael who is visiting us today to talk about new release “Personal Best 2”.
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One of Mike’s favorite foods is pizza. He would eat it all the time if he could, but it’s one of the foods that’s not on his diet. Jessy lets him have it post-swim meets as a reward. I share Mike’s love of pizza, though not his restriction from eating it. Or at least I didn’t until recently.
In the last few years, I’ve found that pizza consistently upsets my stomach and so I’ve had to put myself on restriction and when I do eat it, I ask for them to go light on the cheese, which seems to help. My favorite pizza is pepperoni double mushroom, with just a little sauce and light on the cheese.
My grandfather, who was from Denmark, used to eat his pizza with a knife and fork. I like to eat mine with my hands and I always start at the pointy end. I like to save my crusts until the end and I think they are the best part. Especially if they have just a shred or two of cheese that has baked into it so it’s nice and crunchy. Okay, now I’m hungry for pizza.
Oh, and flatbreads are not the same as a pizza at all. Similar, but not the same.
What’s your favorite pizza?
Sean Michael
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Blurb:
Swimmer Mike Gauliet is moving up in the elite ranks of the American swim team, despite his repetitive stress injuries. He’s hiding his pain from coach Jessy Turner, not wanting to give in to it or let his coach and lover down, and by the time he gets treatment, it’s almost too late.
Jessy helps Mike heal, both in an out of the bedroom, and their need for each other grows as quickly as Mike’s career. They’re scorching hot and ready to go to the top competitions when another injury forces Mike to the sidelines. Jessy thinks this one is no accident, and Mike has to work hard to recover the lost ground.
Mike needs a break from the nonstop stress of training, so they move to the coast so Mike can recuperate once again. But their struggles don’t end with getting him back in competition form, and they can’t truly call it a victory unless they can find the balance between their romantic relationship and Mike grabbing the success he’s earned.
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“We sticking around or heading out, Coach?” Mike wasn’t one to stand around and rest on his laurels. It was always the next race.
“Heading out; you need a massage—I don’t want those muscles tightening up.” And he wanted a look at that shoulder.
“Yeah? Cool. What’s for dinner? I’m hungry.”
“Pasta up in our room.” He stopped himself. Mike was hardly going to hurt his shoulder more by eating. “Or we could go out and celebrate your time.”
Mike tilted his head, winked. “We could have pizza in our room and celebrate….”
Jess grinned, the kid making him feel special too. “Yeah, we could do that.”
Mike’s dark eyes just shone. “We beat the Olympic record, Jess. Fucking cool.”
He nodded. “You did, kid. And at a meet where people were watching, looking for the big fish in the little pond. I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Oh, yeah. There went the bouncing from his own little perpetual motion machine.
He laughed, grabbed Mike’s towel, and packed it away. It felt fucking good, seeing all their hard work paying off, seeing Mike start to fulfill his incredible potential.
“I want pepperoni and I want you and I want….” Mike swallowed. “Juice.”
Oh, that almost deserved the Dr Pepper. Except it had been hell getting Mike off caffeine, and he wasn’t hooking the kid back on it this close to a big meet. “Sounds good, Mike.”
Mike nodded. “I’m thirsty as hell.”
He dug out a bottle of juice and handed it over. “You need anything else before we go?”
“Nope. I’m good.” Mike drained the juice, humming happily.
“You want to stick around to pick up your medals onstage, Mike?” No reason the kid couldn’t sit on his laurels for a couple hours.
“Nah. By then the adrenaline’ll be faded and I’ll be bitchy.”
“Oh, lucky me.”
He gave Mike a wink. He knew how to deal with the bitchies. Knew how to get that adrenaline going again too.
Mike chuckled, that left shoulder rolling. “Let’s go. There’s a pepperoni pizza waiting for me.”
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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