Book Name: Blue Collar
Author Name: Sean Michael
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, organizing 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 channeling 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.
Cover Artist: Trace Edward Zaber
Publisher: Amber Quill Press
Still, when Barton Willis the Third roars into the garage with his Mustang, Kendall can’t help but look, just a little. When Barton not only looks back but invites him in, Kendall’s whole world is turned upside down.
Can Barton help Kendall let go of the past and the attitudes he’s had, literally, beaten into him?
“Are you wanting factory original or an upgrade to a catback?”
One dark eyebrow rose. “Which’ll make it run better?”
“Well, it depends. The cats give a great sound, but the Borlas? They’re loud and I love the look from the rear. It’s a matter of money and taste and sound.” Kendall headed to the office, rambling on about all the different types and prices and options.
“I like a good-looking rear,” the guy told him when he’d done talking.
“Then you might consider the Borlas. It’s a little pricey, but fine. This is my boss, Pete. He’ll hook you up.”
“Oh, I’d rather you hook me up.”
Was that as suggestive as it sounded?
“I… Okay. Okay, I can help.” He’d done a few custom orders, but Pete would have to approve everything.
The man held out his hand. “Barton Willis, the Third.”
“Kendall. Pleased.” He held out his hand, then pulled it back. He was a grease monkey after all. “I’ve been working, man.”
“I imagine I can wash my hands.”
“Yeah, I tell myself that a lot, but the grime’s pretty deep.” He was not flirting. Not.
“Nothing wrong with a dirty boy.”
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The Manic Monday REVIEW
Hate makes you unhappy.
That’s a line from the story, and it sums the entire book up nicely. It’s about what hate, and the people who preach it, can do to a person. Kendall is a hard-working mechanic, just trying to get by. He’s so deep in the closet you couldn’t find him with a floodlight and a backhoe. But, thanks to his fundamentalist stepdad, it’s no wonder. Then, for good measure, throw in that Kendall served in the army during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. The poor guy doesn’t just hide his sexuality, he’s been taught—forcibly—being gay is wrong. *shudders*
Then life takes a hard right turn when Barton Willis III roars into the garage in his vintage Mustang. The attraction is immediate, and Kendall has no clue what to do with his feelings. Not only that, he’s also fighting the teachings crammed down his throat that homosexuality is wrong, a sin. A sexy car, sizzling desire, and the need to find oneself bring two men together.
If you read Sean Michael, then you know there’s the usual loads and loads of sex, lol. Through that we get to see Kendall grow and find himself. There is some kink to the sex too. I didn’t really connect with Barton, but I sure did with Kendall, especially at the end. He’s so sweet and… Lord, he’s like a puppy you just want to cuddle. He isn’t inept; it’s just he’s had the gay practically beat out of him, and he comes across as so… lost. Yeah, that’s the word I want. He’s lost. Then Barton finds him, lol. I enjoyed the story very much.