About Sand and Heat
Author: Sean Michael
Word Count: 14000
Page Count (pdf): 50
ISBN: 978-1-988377-69-8
Date Published: February 2018
Publisher: Sean Michael
Price: 2.99
Genre: Fantasy BDSM
Pairing: MM
Series name and number: n/a
Heat Rating: 
Summary:
Desert dweller Feyer has just been sold to a new Raya, or lord, and he’s not thrilled about it. At least until Amut takes Feyer in hand, turning his world inside out. Feyer finally finds his place in Amut’s world, though, learning to love his new master, needing to please him in all ways. Sand and Heat brings five tales of Feyer’s life, and the desert sun isn’t the only heat generated by these steamy stories. Amut is a sensual master with prodigious appetites, and Feyer was made to serve him.
This classic Sean Michael will give you a meltdown with these adventurous tales!
Originally released as Taste Test: Sand and Heat by another publisher.
Excerpt:
Feyer didn’t want to be here.
He didn’t want a new raya or a new home or new ways.
He certainly didn’t want to have to wait hand and foot upon the giant who now owned him. Amut was… big all over. And very… active.
Feyer pouted. The least he deserved was a couple of slaves at his own beck and call, but instead he was expected not only to care completely for himself, but for his raya as well.
He didn’t like it at all.
“If you spill that wine again, the Meun Amut will have your hide, chadan.” The dark skinned lad who belonged to the raya’s second warned, voice pitched soft and low. “He does not abide clumsiness.”
“I am not clumsy.” Feyer sneered and upended the flagon, letting it drop from his hands when it was empty.
A shadow fell over them and the boy beside him fell to his knees. A low, familiar voice growled, “No. You are willful and graceless and prideful, but you are not clumsy.”
Feyer struck a pose, fluid and relaxed. “Graceless, Amut?”
The boy beside him began to tremble as the room fell utterly silent. Amut bent down and touched the boy’s shoulder. “Return to your master, little one.” Then the brown eyes turned on him.
Feyer felt a slice of fear go through him. He could wind up dead for his insolence. He dropped his eyes half-closed and shook out his hair, letting his hips slouch further forward; if he died at least he wouldn’t be here. “Grace and poise and pleasure. It’s all I know.” He looked at the big man from beneath his lashes. “You knew that when you bought me. Did you not?”
Amut arched an eyebrow and snapped his fingers. His Second appeared at his shoulder immediately. “Strip it and stake it outdoors. If it struggles, shave it.” Then Amut turned his back on him, dismissing him.
Feyer’s mouth dropped open, protests springing to his lips. He had expected anger, perhaps a beating or even death, certainly not dismissal. The words died on his lips as the raya’s Second grabbed his hair in one hand and a knife in the other.
The knife pressed against his forehead, cold, black eyes glinting in a still face. “How will we do this, chadan?” The blade bit in, a line of hot blood sliding down his forehead.
Feyer glanced at Amut, but the raya still had his back turned, unconcerned about what might happen to him. He lowered his eyes, hiding the tears that had sprung up and showing his acquiescence at the same time. He could remember his old raya punishing him only twice, could remember the tears in the old, dark eyes — it had always hurt him more than Feyer himself.