by Tiffany Reisz
Published by 8th Circle Press
Companion Collection for the Original Sinners series
Griffin has just popped the question—yes, that question—and Michael doesn’t have an answer. He flees town for New Orleans to see his confidante and sometime-Domme, Mistress Nora. Will a weekend of beignets and beatings help him untangle his knotted-up heart?
Thus begins Michael's Wings, the eponymous novella that kicks off the latest entry in Tiffany Reisz's LAMBDA Literary Award-winning* Original Sinners series.
This companion collection to fan-favorite The Angel also contains six previously-published stories starring Mistress Nora's favorite angel and Griffin—his master, his true love, and the sexy-as-hell bane of Michael's existence.
RATED: 18+ CATEGORY: MOOD:
Steamy Erotica Sweet
BDSM Feel Good
Michael's Wings is a companion novel to the Original Sinner's series, publishing previously six free short stories from Tiffany Reisz involving Michael and Griffin, as well as a brand new short story, called Michael's Wings.
I can't truly review this book, as it is short stories still. I will say, it gives a lot of definition to both Michael and Griffin as a couple, and as individuals. You can't help but finish this book without falling in love with them.
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Favorite Quotes: EXPLICIT 18+ only please
(Happens between The Virgin and The Queen)
Michael: "How's Father S?"
Nora: "Happy. Which makes me happy. Because when he's happy he's horny."
Nora: "So, Angel, tell me what brings you to my neck of the woods."
Michael: "Griffin asked me to marry him."
Michael: "It's legal in New York now."
Raising both hands and waving them in a sarcastic hooray.
Michael: "They're recognizing out-of-state marriages, too. I know why too much about it. Griffin spoke to a lawyer already."
Nora: "Yes, I know it's legal in the state now. But so is tattooing a purple dick on your face. Doesn't mean you have to do it."
Michael: "You're making me wait for powdered sugar, fat, and joy?"
Nora: "It's for the best. Pro tip from an old pro - let them cool down first. I burned my tongue on a beighnet right after we moved here. Couldn't give a blowjob for a week. My priest was pissed."
Michael: "Nora, this town is weird."
Nora: "I know. I love it."
Michael: "He's not that old."
Nora: "I know, but he's going gray and it's killing me. I've always had a thing for older men. He said if I didn't stop groping him all the time he was going to start using a safeword on me. Rude, right?"
Michael: "How dare he."
Griffin: "Submit, sub."
Michael: "You'll never take me alive."
Griffin: "Are you dead?"
Michael: "No, sir."
Griffin: "I want to take you, but if I can't take you alive and you're not dead ... wither I'll have to kill you - gross - or you'll have to let me take you alive. What'll it be?"
Michael turned his head to the side, tapped his foot, wrinkled his nose.
Michael: "I'm deciding."
Griffin: "You brat. That's it. Dead or alive, you're getting it."
Melissa: "Look, you did some stupid, dangerous stuff when you were younger, kid, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it. But you're not going to relapse, and you're not going to die and leave Michael alone in the world."
Griffin rubbed tears off his face
Griffin: "But what if I do?"
Melissa: "If you get hit by a bus tomorrow, Michael will miss the hell out of you for a very long time. But he'll have me and his sister and all his friends to love him and take care of him, and eventually he'll be okay again. He won't hurt himself. He'll live his life in a way that honors how much you two loved each other. That's what'll happen if something happens to you. Got it?"
Griffin: "You're the best, Other Mom."
Melissa: "Back at you, Other Son."
Nora: "You get married because you want to get married. You don't get married if you don't want to get married. Why am I not married? I don't want to be married. Marriage would chafe, like too-tight lace panties, the kind that are like sandpaper on your asshole."
Michael: "Why can't we cut the cord?"
Nora: "Because the cord is made out of the same stuff our hearts are made of. That's why it's red."
Michael: "That explains it."
Nora: "Earth is just an island in space, and we're all stranded on it. There came a time I had to ask myself who did I want to be stranded on this island with? Someone who wanted to change me or someone who wouldn't change a hair on my head ... I'm not telling you that you should marry Griffin. What I will tell you is that I know you, and I know your heart. If your dad called and said he was sorry, that he wanted to start over with you, you'd give him a chance, right?"
Michael: "In a heartbeat."
Nora: "So the ball's in his court then. It's up to him to make that move. You marrying or not marrying Griffin has nothing to do with it. Your father is in the wrong. Only he can make it right. So you might as well do what you want to do."
Michael: "Hey, sir. You'll never guess where I'm calling you from."
Griffin: "Do I get a hint?"
Michael: "I'm wearing bondage cuffs, and I'm covered with welts and red candle wax."
Griffin: "I know where you're calling from - my dreams."
Michael: "You are so corny. Sir."
Griffin: "Love makes a man say corny things."
Michael: "Nora's a great sadist but she doesn't have your magic touch."
Griffin: "I have a magic touch? What's so magic about my touch?"
Michael: "It's you doing the touching."
Griffin: "Who's corny now?"
Griffin: "At least I didn't ask three years ago. I realized it was my cock doing the talking then."
Michael: "And now?"
Griffin: "My cock is still talking, but other parts of me are, too. You really want to know why I asked you?"
Michael: "I'm kind of curious."
Griffin: "For starters, because I love you. I love you, and I want to own you for the rest of my life. I'm happiest when you're tied to the bed and can't go anywhere. I bought you from your dad with a check for sixty-nine thousand dollars and if you'd cost a million times that I would have found a way to pay it even if I had to break into Fort Know and Dad's wallet. So that' why I want to marry you. Metal chains, cuffs, collar, leash, harness and d-ring, rope and wedding ring, I don't care. If there's even the tiniest way of making you more mine, one more way of owning you, one more way of keeping you tied to me, I want to do it, and I want to do it yesterday. I know that sounds possessive, but that's kind of our thing, right? But you're smart, Mick. You know you own me as much or more than I own you. And that's exactly how I want it."
Nora: "I have so many good ideas. For starters, all porn websites should be .cums, not .coms. Second, femdom should be taught in public schools."
Michael: "Dominants. Always marking your territory."
Nora: "I know, we're as bad as dogs sometimes. At least I didn't pee on you. This time anyway."
Michael: "I know it wasn't easy for you. You like to do things big and I like things small. So instead of asking me to marry you with a flash mob or skywriting..."
Griffin: "I was seriously considering a scavenger hunt."
Griffin: "Nora didn't let you come when you two played?"
Michael shook his head.
Griffin: "That sadistic bitch. I'm so much nicer than she is. I'll let you come ... eventually."
Griffin: "There, right there. The way you're looking at me right now ... that look that says you want it, you need it, and you need it from me because nobody else knows you the way I know you ... That's my whole life right there, Mick. You on your knees in front of me with that look on your face. That's my whole damn life."
Griffin: "You don't graduate until May anyway. And you'll be twenty-one by then. That's a respectable age for getting married."
Michael: "In 1952 maybe."
Griffin slapped Michael's ass.
Griffin: "You fell in love with an older man. You only have yourself to blame."
Griffin: "Mom, calm down. We're getting married in May, not tomorrow. We've literally been engaged an hour so we haven't figured out the guest list yet. Why didn't I call you an hour ago? We were, ah ... a little busy, okay? Don't be gross, Mom. I'm a virgin. What?"
Griffin: "Mom wants to know what you're wearing for the wedding."
Michael: "A red latex catsuit."
Griffin raised his eyebrow.
Griffin: "We haven't figured that out yet."
Michael: So ... you want to be my Maid of honor?
Nora: Me? A maiden? Have you met me?
Michael: Matron of honor?
Nora: Do I look matronly to you?
Michael: Mistress of dishonor?
Nora: Now we're talking. I'm so happy for you both.
Michael: Thanks. This is the right thing, right?
Nora: Are you happy?
Michael: Very happy.
Nora: Then it's the right thing. Also, your priest sends his felicitations.
Michael: He actually said "felicitations"?
Nora: He's so weird.
Michael: IS he happy for us?
Nora: He must be. He just did a cartwheel. Pretty impressive move for someone his height.
Michael: You're an adult.
Nora: There goes the ceiling fan!
Michael: Bye, Nora.
Nora: "Love you, Angelface. You two are going to be insanely happy together forever.
Michael: Yeah, I think we are.
Griffin In Wonderland
Takes place seven years before The Angel
Griffin: "You don't look like an Eleanor."
Eleanor: "I hate my name. Change it for me."
Griffin: "He's ... a priest? Like a real priest?"
Eleanor: "He is."
Griffin: "You know Catholic priests aren't supposed to kiss drop-dead gorgeous girls like you."
Eleanor: "Okay. You go and tell him that."
Griffin: "Ah ... none of my business, I guess. I'm not Catholic."
Eleanor: "Nice to meet you, Griffin. Thanks for the hand. Hope I get to return the favor someday."
Takes place during The Angel
Michael: "This is our first night in your bed together and I'm being all emo again."
Griffin: "I love my emo-Mick."
Griffin: "Repeat after me, sub. Ready?"
Griffin bit him hard on the back of the shoulder.
Michael: "I deserved that."
Griffin: "You did. Repeat after me: 'I am not a clam.'"
Griffin: "Just say it."
Michael exhaled heavily
Michael: "I am not a clam."
Griffin: "I am a person."
Michael: "I am a person."
Griffin: "I answer the questions that my owner, the devastatingly handsome and charming Griffin Randolfe Fiske, asks me to answer..."
Micheal: "I answer the questions that my owner, the devastatingly handsome and charming Griffin Randolfe Fiske, asks me to answer..."
Griffin: "Because I am a person and not a clam."
Michael: "Because I am a person and not a clam."
Griffin: "So stop clamming up."
Griffin: "I turn into a bear when hungry. wait. Not a bear. Bad choice of words. I don't suddenly look like a huge gay man with tons of body hair, do I?"
Michael: "No, you're good. You still look metrosexual."
Griffin: "Thank God. I'm a busy trust fund baby without a real job. I don't have time to get my back waxed."
Griffin: "Alfred! Are you still awake?"
Alfred: "No. I've died and you are here, Master Griffin. I am in hell."
Griffin: "Good. Could you run into Hell's kitchen and make us some grilled cheeses? Like with the fancy cheese? And some fruit and healthy shit?"
Alfred: "Yes, Master Griffin. I will use the 'fancy' cheese. And rat poison."
Griffin: "Extra cheese on mine. Mick? That sound okay?"
Michael: "Sounds great."
Griffin: "Mick's fine with that."
Alfred: "I'm pleased to hear your infant approves of the midnight snack selection."
Griffin: "Can we have orange juice, too?"
Griffin winks at Michael
Alfred: "No, you m ay not. Orange juice is liquid candy."
Griffin: "It's good for re-hydration. I looked it up on Wiki."
Alfred: "Wikipedia, is not resource for researching one's moral quandaries. It is pornography for pseudo-intellectuals."
Griffin: "Make that two OJ's."
Alfred: "I pray nightly for the end of your tyranny, Master Griffin."