A warm welcome to author Sean Michael talking to us today to talk about new release “Educating the Proffesor”.
Welcome Sean 🙂
Thank you to Love Bytes for hosting me today!
Kenn and Dave first bond over pizza, so I thought today I’d talk about pizza.
When I lived in Montreal, Bonora Pizza was where I got my pizza every time. I loved the pepperoni pizza from there. Medium crust, crispy edges, not too much cheese. Yum. (And I just looked them up to see if they were still in business and see that they seemed to have closed in the last while. That’s too bad – they were good pizza.)
So, I moved to Ottawa and I thought I’d be able to find the same kind of pizza, but no. Similar, but nothing really close – the crust was different, the amount of cheese used was different, the tomato base tasted very different. I finally found one I quite liked, even if it wasn’t as good as my Montreal pizza, from Cumberland Pizza. (These guys are still in business: https://restozone.ca/ottawa/cumberlandpizza/?lang=en) There was a time that I ordered pizza often enough (two or three times a week) that when it had been a month since I last ordered they actually called and asked if a) I was okay and b) had they done anything to upset me. Now that’s service!
As for toppings – I’m pretty basic. I like my pizza with peperoni and double mushrooms. I don’t mind if you throw other meat on it or bacon, but I like the simple pep and mush best. And I like a medium crust over a thin crust. Oh, and when I eat it, I always save the ends of the crusts to eat last, so I like it was the pizza has at least an inch or so at the end without topings.
Confession time – I have never had a Chicago style pizza. I’m sure if I looked hard enough, I could find somewhere here that makes deep dish pizza, but I never have come across it.
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Blurb:
Kenneth Brannigan is a small-town history professor. He’s happy with his life, loves the classes he teaches, and lives in a tiny apartment in a converted house with his best friend, Tim, next door. He’s still recovering from a bad breakup and is content to stick to his comfortable routine. It’s Tim who insists he come to the Queer Alliance’s Rainbow Mixer.
At the mixer, Kenn meets David Burgundy, a new-to-town TA who is working on his masters. Dave is drawn immediately to Kenn and is thrilled when Kenn offers to show him the best pizza place in town. One meal leads to two, which leads to Dave and Kenn spending most of their free time together… and Kenn loosening his self-imposed rules regarding dating and sex for some kinky fun.
Kenn’s ex isn’t going to just let Kenn be, though, and the happier Kenn is with Dave, the less the ex likes it. Will Kenn continue to run away from his past, or will his relationship with Dave help him face it head-on?
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“I was just thinking we should exchange deets.” He pulled out his phone and handed it over.
Kenneth typed in his information. “There you go. Would… would you like another beer or something? Tim and I are supposed to get cheesecake after this, but I can tell he’s not ready to go.”
“Yeah, sounds good. You want my digits in your phone too?”
“Please.” Kenneth handed his phone over, careful not to make contact.
Dave typed in his info and handed it back, knocking their fingers together as he did, absolutely unsurprised at the jolt of electricity that passed between them.
Kenneth was a keeper.
He smiled, letting the phone go. “How about that drink?”
“The bar is over here.” Kenneth eased through the crowd, confident but not aggressive.
Dave dropped a step behind so he could check out what he was sure was a lovely ass. Sure enough, that bubble butt was perfectly encased in a tight pair of blue jeans. Yummy. He caught back up by the time they hit the bar. “So what’s your poison?”
“I’ll have a glass of white, I think.”
“One glass of white and a beer, please.” He passed over a twenty.
“I can pay for my own.”
“You can buy me cheesecake later, and we’ll call it even.” He could be aggressive too. In fact he was very good at it.
“I… okay. That’s fair.”
Excellent. This way he could spend more time with the lovely professor. The bartender handed over the drinks, and he passed Kenneth’s to him.
Once again, electricity sparked when their fingers touched, and he enjoyed the way Kenneth’s nostrils flared. It was definitely not one-sided.
“Thank you. Are you a David or a Dave? And archaeology? What’s your area of study?”
“North American studies. And Dave or David. Whatever turns you on. Just not Davie.” He wasn’t a kid anymore.
“No, you don’t read as a Davie.” Kenneth sipped his drink, and suddenly David could see Kenneth as Kenny, red bottomed and standing in a corner, kneeling in front of him, bound, head in his lap. Oh, those were pretty thoughts.
His prick took an interest, so he let his thoughts veer elsewhere. He didn’t want a raging hard-on, not anywhere as public as where they currently were. “You’re a potential Kenny, though.”
“No one calls me that. I’m a Kenn.”
“Is that what your students call you?” He couldn’t see Kenny as anything but Professor Brannigan to the kids.
“Dr. B, for the most part.”
“Oh, I like that. Dr. B.” He let his tongue roll over it, made it sexy. That was a totally acceptable public name. Kenny could be utterly, perfectly private.
They moved out of the way of the bar, and a young kid—had to be a freshman—came over, looking like he’d gathered up all his courage to approach them.
“Hi. Hi. I’m Wilson.”
“Hello, Wilson. I’m Dr. Brannigan. Pleased to meet you.” Kenn held one hand out to shake.
The kid took Kenn’s hand and shook it, then held on to it. “I’m in three of your classes this semester. You’re like, my hero.”
Now that was adorable.
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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