OS: Welcome to Sean Michael, author of Golden . Thanks for stopping by and chatting with us today.
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I’m not a sports fanatic. I know a bit about most of the most common ones, but I don’t watch any on TV and I rarely see any of them in person. The Olympics come around, though, and I’m glued to my TV for two weeks straight – this is true for both winter and summer Olympics.
I pay attention to the announcers and am suddenly an expert in all these different sports that I have not seen in two years. Everything from fencing to dirt bikes. From boxing to weightlifting. The men’s swimming and gymnastics have always been my favorite. I guess that’s why they’re the ones that have inspired stories. Including this one.
Golden is a different take on the swimmer/coach relationship, seeing as it takes place after Justin has retired from swimming, but it’s still inspired by watching the summer Olympics and I hope you like it.
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After winning Olympic gold four years ago, Justin retired from swimming, and he’s been floundering ever since. The Fourth of July finds him contemplating doing something stupid, so Justin calls up his former coach, Chris Jarvis. To his surprise, Coach answers.
When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he’d fallen in love with. He never wanted Justin to love him just because it was easy. But he’s been waiting for Justin to reach out, and he’ll gladly take Justin back into his life.
When he finds out Justin is drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes he made a mistake letting go so suddenly, and that Justin needs structure and a firm, dominant hand to keep him on the right track. It’s time to remedy his error—as long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love.
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What am I doing? Justin sat in Coach’s car, heading toward the house he’d called home for years. What am I doing?
“This is a good thing, Just.”
“Is it? For you?” He gnawed on his lower lip.
“For both of us. I wouldn’t do this just for me.”
“I just… I’m…. Two hours ago I was standing on my balcony.” Thinking about jumping into the pool.
“Drinking and getting yourself worked up enough you called me.”
“I wanted to hear your voice.” Needed to, maybe.
“I’m glad you called. I’ve missed you a lot.” They turned onto the street where Coach lived.
“Why didn’t you call?” Why did you tell me to go and that I couldn’t come back?
“Because it wouldn’t have been right to put you in my bed and keep you. You had to find your own way in the world.” They pulled into the garage, and Coach shut off the engine, turned to him. “I wasn’t going to take advantage of you, Just.”
“Take advantage? I was twenty-three. I wasn’t a kid. You were my home, man.”
“I was your coach, I told you what to do every day, and then I wasn’t your coach anymore and it wasn’t my place. You think I did the wrong thing? You think what I did tonight I should have done right after you retired?”
“I don’t know. I don’t….” Justin got out of the car, went to hit the garage door opener to close it. He needed to go home. Think.
Coach climbed out and looped an arm around his waist, led him into the house. “I did the right thing, Just. You didn’t even know if you were into me or not. You needed to go out and see what else the world had to offer.”
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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