Title: The Biker’s Dom (The Biker’s Pup #2)
Author Name: Sean Michael – Pride Publishing
Publication Date & Length: January 5, 2016 – 88 pgs
Trig isn’t looking for something special when he comes to the Gay Riders’ Carnival this year, but it just might have come looking for him.
It’s Trig’s fourth year at the Gay Riders’ Carnival and this year he’s not sure if he’s looking for more than a few nights of camping, checking out the booths and listening to the music. He’s been dumped a lot in the last year and is looking more to lick his wounds and just relax.
It’s the first time at the Carnival for Tarzan and he doesn’t know exactly what to expect. When he lays eyes on Trig, though, he knows what he wants. Trig claims he’s not a bottom, but he’s tripping all of Tarzan’s instincts.
Can these two men find a middle ground, or will their attraction last only as long as the Carnival itself?
Publisher’s Note: This book is the sequel to The Biker’s Pup by Sean Michael. It is best read in sequence but can be read as a standalone.
I thought this was a very steamy novella and I loved it!
Trig meets Tarzan and the Gay Riders’ Carnival and they both have a instant attraction to each other. But there is a problem with that being that they are both Dom’s or at least Trig thinks he is a Dom but he has been having problems holding on to a sub he just can not figure out why.
I thought the way these two men where together was so very hot! Now when I say this novella was steamy I mean full on thought my kindle might catch on fire because the scenes with these two men together were so damn hot!
The way this author wrote this story and these characters was so good that once I picked up this book I could not put it down.
So I will leave this review with…. I 100% loved this story and would recommend this novella!


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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 persuing 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.