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Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 10

This one follows directly on Christmas Auction - following Gil and Xan post-auction.

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For three years in a row Gil has bought Xan at the Hammer's Christmas Charity Auction. The first two years, they parted ways after their one night of play. This year Gil asked Xan to stay.

Xan wants nothing more than to trust that the third time's the charm, that this time Gil is free and clear, and able to become his Master. The thing is, he's having a little trouble trusting that Gil's sudden desire to keep him is real and is going to last.

Can they make a fresh start for themselves? Or will Xan's doubts sink them before they've even really begun?

Previously published as New: The Two of Swords.

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Trying to catch his breath, Gil smiled at his new boy, the words "Yes, Master," still ringing in his ears.
Xan was beautiful. Shaved all over, and the lack of hair allowed the tattoos and multiple peircings stand out, let them shine. The man's torso was covered in spiky black ink -- the patterns were fascinating, one flowing into the next and the next, leaving only that glowing ass bare. Add that to the double rings in each nipple, the genital piercings -- Xan was stunning.

And his.

Three years in a row he'd bid on Alexander at the Hammer Charity Auction. The first two times had been that one night only. Hell, the first year he'd been with someone, though they weren't exclusive.

This time, though, the third time, they'd gotten it right.

Xan was going to stay because Xan was his.

"I'm going to make love to you now." He'd worked Xan over, plugged him, put a cock ring on him, set weights on his piercings. Now it was time to take the beautiful ass and make it his.

"Yes, Sir. Please." No. Not Sir. Xan called any Top Sir. Gil had never heard 'Master' from those lips until tonight.

"That's not what you call me." There'd be no making love until Xan got it right.

"What do you want to be called?" Always pushing. Always.

"You know very well what I expect you to call me, boy." He was in for a wild ride, he could tell; he hadn't had a challenge like this in... maybe ever.

Xan moaned, the long body rippling beneath him. "I've never called anyone that before." No, and Xan never would call anyone else Master again.

"That's because it's what you call me. No one else, no one ever. Just me."

"Yes. Yes, Master." Xan shivered, the arousal and need and happiness in those eyes fascinating.

"Good boy." He brought their mouths together, rewarding Xan with a kiss.

Xan pushed into the kiss, trying to take control, needing him. He grabbed Xan's ass, squeezing it as he pushed back; this was his kiss, Xan was his boy. His boy who needed like no one else.

He ran his hand along Xan's back, feeling the heat and welts from his earlier beating. Xan gasped, twisted and groaned for him, whimpering into the kiss. He slid one hand down to grab the base of the plug inside Xan and twisted it. His boy jerked, pulled away from him.

He tugged Xan back up against his body. "We're not done here yet."

"I just... wow."

"Get used to it." He watched Xan's eyes as he twisted the plug some more.

"What if I can't?"

"Then it's going to be very interesting for a very long time."

Those ice blue eyes flared for him, lit from within. "I can handle interesting."

"Yeah, so can I, boy."

The challenge was coming, he could feel it. "Can you handle me?"

"If I couldn't, we wouldn't be here right now."

"You're not with anyone else now, right?"

He growled. "I would have never asked you to stay if I was. And you'd better not accept if you aren't free and clear." He wasn't the type to share.

"Don't snarl at me! I haven't been with anyone but you in a year!"

"Good." He wouldn't be ashamed of wanting his boy to be exclusive.

Xan stopped, staring at him. "Good?"

"I'm glad there hasn't been anyone else."

"I wanted you."

"And now you've got me."

"I." Xan looked at him. "I have no idea of what to do now."

"You don't have to." That was his job now.

He cupped Xan's face and brought him in for another kiss. That clever, hungry mouth was worth a thousand troubles. He rubbed his prick against Xan's belly, groaning into that sweet mouth. Xan's fingers traced along his belly, down toward his cock.

He bit Xan's lower lip. "I didn't say you could touch."

"You didn't say I couldn't."

"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you?"

"Yes, S...Master."

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Monday, December 10, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 9

Nine years ago, I wrote Christmas Auction, the first of the Hammer Christmas stories. There are seven of them altogether, but this is the one that started it all. And it's now available on Kobo as well as Amazon!

Leave a comment on this post for a chance to win an ebook copy of Christmas Auction. And see below for an excerpt.

Christmas Auction

Christmas at the Hammer Club means charity auction time. This year Marcus has been roped into emcee duty and everyone has pitched in, offering time, abilities and themselves.

This is Alexander's third year giving away six hours of hard play, but it's also his last as he's headed to the east coast. He's hoping to catch the eye of the Dom who's won him at the auction the last two years running. He can't help wishing it was more than just a one night thing.

Also up for grabs is Jeremy, who'd planned to offer some free iron work, but Simon's changed things up and he suddenly finds himself on offer for the whole night to the highest bidder. Who's it going to be? Jeremy has to trust his Master has his best interests at heart.

Join the men of the Hammer for this Christmas tale.

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The Saturday before Christmas at the Hammer brought with it, every year, their auction for charity. The place was always packed, the items up for bid always fetched a fair price, the proceeds from all food and booze consumed also went to charity and everyone always had a good time.

Marcus, however, was not always the emcee. In fact, this was his first time. Oliver had asked, and how could he say no?

He couldn't.

He stood in front of the mirror, frowning at the red velvet Santa hat on his head. He wasn't sure it didn't look... camp with his bald head. But he'd already refused the red velvet pantsuit, much to Oliver's chagrin. Instead, he wore black leather pants, a dark red shirt, and stompy leather boots. In the pantsuit he would have looked fruity; in what he was wearing he looked, well, toppy. Which suited him just fine.

"Baby? Does the hat work?"

Jim tilted his head. "Not really, but you should wear it just for the auction."

He took another look in the mirror and nodded. Taking the hat off, he put it on the doorknob; he'd put it back on when Xavier called on him to open the auction. Until then, he and Jim had one of the private rooms all to themselves; Xavier had even served them dinner before telling them with a wink that they had almost two hours before things were scheduled to begin.

"Now that that's settled, we just need to figure out what to do to fill the time before I'm needed onstage." He smiled at his baby; he had a few ideas.

Jim was wearing jeans and a long sleeved white T-shirt, long hair worn in a braid down the back. His baby was not completely comfortable with the thought of an auction -- as if any sub ever ended with anyone they didn't belong with. There had even been stories about couples who had met each other during the auction.

Besides, he'd been very clear on what was on offer with Jim -- coffee and brownies served by his baby. Full stop. And he might have asked Jack to bid for Jim on his behalf.

He moved to where Jim was stacking their empty plates and gave that sweet ass a gentle smack.

Those beautiful green eyes met his, wide and warm. "Master?"

"I was just testing out one of the things we could do before I'm needed onstage."

"You'll be wonderful." Jim stepped close, nose sliding on his jaw.

"Mmm." He slid his arm around Jim's waist and raised his head, just enough that Jim could nuzzle into his neck. Jim's lips were soft, heated where they were worshipping his skin. No one loved like his baby did. No one. His eyes closed for a moment and he simply reveled in the touches, the heat, and the scent of his baby.

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Smutty Advent - Day 8

The Jarheads were requested and these boys are never too far in the back of the brain to come out and play occasionally.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell is the first book chronologically. But Three Day Passes was the first book that I wrote with them.

Rock rolled his eyes as the wrapping paper broke on the corner of the box. He taped down the long end, then put another piece of tape over the hole he'd put in the corner. He managed not to mangle the rest, though the sides weren't flush against the box. He couldn't figure out how Rig always managed to get his gifts perfectly wrapped. Especially the odd-shaped things. Even the kid's looked way better than his came out.

He got some red ribbon around the box and tied it in a bow, and fuck him if it wasn't incredibly lopsided. He tried to undo it, but he'd somehow put a knot in it and by the time he was done trying to fix it, the ribbon was a tattered mess. Growling, he picked the stupid thing up and nearly threw it across the room. He didn't, though, because then he'd have to go out and buy Rig's gift all over again. He did however grab the roll of paper and fold the whole thing in half.

"What did that wrapping paper do to you?" Dick asked as he came in the room.

Rock didn't say a word, he just help up the lopsided, sorry looking gift.

"Oh. You lost the battle," Dick noted. 

"And I didn't even know I was at war."

Rock shook his head as Dick took two gifts out of the bag he was carrying and placed them under the tree. Two perfectly - or close enough - wrapped gifts.

"How the fuck do you do that?" he wanted to know, goddamnit.

Dick looked around. "Do what?"

"Wrap your fucking gifts so perfectly."

Dick leaned against the dining room table and grinned. "You want to know my secret?" 

He just growled; he'd asked, hadn't he?

"Was that a yes growl or a go away growl?" Dick's eyes were dancing, the kid playing with fire.

He made to get up and Dick laughed, backing up, lookng like he was about to run. "Almost every mall I've ever been to has these places where they'll wrap the gifts for you for a small fee - for charity."

"You mean you don't wrap them yourself?"

"Are you kidding? If I did it would look worse than that mess you're about to put under the tree."

Well, he'd be damned. "So you cheat."

"It's wrapping gifts, not something you win or lose."

"You still owe me a blow job for not telling me about this."

"You never have to make an excuse to get a blow-job, Blue." Rig's voice came from the doorway, a grin on his face. "And I like the fact that you wrap your gifts yourself - I see those messy corners and lopsided bows and know you took the time to wrap it just for me."

He knew there was a reason he struggled through wrapping every time and that look on Rig's face right there was it. He smiled back, but all he said was, "Did you say blow job?"

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Friday, December 7, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 7

Don't forget to go back through Smutty Advent Days 1-6 and put your name in for any contests - I'm hoping to pick winners tomorrow or Sunday.

Today's contest is for a copy of The Swag Man Delivers - a short Christmas story that was a part of Dreamspinner's 2014 advent calendar. You could pick up the story individually, or as a part of the whole advent calendar.

Just leave a comment here and I'll draw a winner from that on the weekend.

The Swag Man Delivers

Orpheus “O” Drummond, a recent Ph.D. graduate, is visiting Australia after defending his thesis, and being dumped by his boyfriend. While alone on the beach in Australia was not how he’d originally planned on spending his Christmas, when O runs into Gage, he figures Santa knew exactly what he was doing.

Gage is traveling away from his Texan home, trying to “find himself.” When he finds O instead, he doesn’t think things could have worked out better. Together Gage and O celebrate Christmas in the best way they can think of.

A story from the Dreamspinner Press 2014 Advent Calendar package "Celebrate!".

Available at Dreamspinner Press and other retailers.

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Thursday, December 6, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 6

I love baking cookies and I baked new to me cookies today. They turned out so yummy, so I thought I'd share the recipe. I found it in a Taste of Home Cookies magazine but I searched and it is available online, too. The picture is my end result.

Now how does this relate to smut? Well, the gents from the Hammer might be having a cookie exchange this year and that short story may be coming to an online retailer near you soon ;)

Here's the recipe:

Double Butterscotch Cookies

1/2 cup butter, softened
1/2 cup shortening
4 cups packed brown sugar
4 large eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
6 cups all-purpose flour
3 teaspoons baking soda
3 teaspoons cream of tartar
1 teaspoon salt
1 package English toffee bits (10 ounces) or almond brickle chips (7-1/2 ounces) (I used skor bits)
1 cup finely chopped pecans

In a large bowl, beat the butter, shortening and brown sugar for 2 minutes or until mixture resembles wet sand. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in vanilla. Combine the flour, baking soda, cream of tartar and salt; gradually add to the brown sugar mixture and mix well. Stir in toffee bits and pecans.

Shape into three 14-in. rolls (mixture will be slightly crumbly); wrap each in plastic wrap. Refrigerate for 4 hours or until firm.

Unwrap and cut into 1/2-in. slices. Place 2 in. apart on greased baking sheets. Bake at 375° for 9-11 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool for 1-2 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks to cool completely.

Fair warning - this does make 7 dozen cookies and also they are delicious, so eating very many of them is totally a possibility.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 5

Although this book isn't a Holiday book - it has just come out and I have a signed print copy to give away.

Just leave a comment on this post and you'll be entered.

Owned by Fate

Dr. Mike Beteferoce turned his back on magic long ago. His heart broke and his desire for a soul mate disappeared. When he sees his family crest branded above Corryn’s heart, his first instinct is to flee. The last thing he wants now is a Fae interfering in his life—especially one who has already rejected him.

But fate has other plans.

Corryn knows Mike is his soul mate, has known since the sigil was branded on his skin centuries ago. Long before Mike came to him as a studly young dragon just entering his prime. It was far too early for them to be together then, but now their time has come.

But despite their draw to each other, Corryn doesn’t believe Mike can accept him for who—and what—he is. Mike must breathe life into their bond—loving Corryn as both soul mate and Fae—if they are to fulfill their destiny.

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Micah got a shopping cart and started in the meat department, filling the cart with steaks and pork chops, roasts and chicken. Then he grabbed a bunch of frozen lobsters, more eggs than anyone could eat, Corryn was sure, and a ton of milk.

“Okay, what do you want that I haven’t grabbed yet?” Micah asked, looking for all that mattered like he was enjoying this trip through the grocery aisles.

“Tea. Coffee. Grapes.” He lived on those. And he was feeling good enough now they could take their time and pick up everything in the one trip.

“You and your eternal tea.” Micah headed down to the aisle that said coffee/tea/cookies. “I’ll let you choose the tea. I know my coffee. Should we get cookies?”

“Yes, please.” He loved sweet and crunchy and he was pretty sure Micah did, too. The dragons had a bit of a sweet tooth, to put it mildly.

“What’s your favorite?” Micah asked. “No. Wait.” Micah grabbed chocolate sandwich cookies, chocolate chip chunk and a bunch of shortbread in different shapes. “That good?”

“Yes.” How long were they going to be gone? He added boxes of Earl Grey, Irish Breakfast and peppermint tea, while Micah put in a half-dozen different kinds of coffee. “The candy aisle is the next one over.”

Suddenly they were laughing, acting like naughty children buying sweets. They kept one-upping each other until things were falling out of the cart. An old man glared at them, sending them into more laughter.

Oh, Corryn had wanted this for so long. This was bigger than sex. He’d wanted to become Micah’s friend.

Micah handed him an armful of sweet and tart candies in large bags. “I’ll feed you those later.”

“Yeah?” Corryn smiled up into his dragon’s eyes.

Micah froze, staring at him That gaze was warm, and it felt like everything right now. “Yes. After we fly.”

“Oh.” Flying with Micah would be a dream come true, one he’d never let himself hope for.

“You need anything else we should pick up now? Once I get you up there, it might be a while before I let you come back.” Micah pushed his hair back over his ear.

“I think we have enough.” He shivered, his nipples going tight.

Micah nodded his head slowly, gaze never leaving his. “We won’t starve.”

“We won’t.” Oh, he needed. He needed now. The ache in his balls was deeper than the one in his belly had been. Everything around them seemed to fade, and Micah was the only bright, colorful thing in all the world.

Micah looked around like he was trying to figure out if he could push Corryn up against the shelves and fuck him right there without disturbing anyone.

“We have to check out and go.” They could fuck in the car, right? Maybe? Corryn thought they were going to have to whether it was okay or not. The need was so strong.

“We do. And I imagine the one bathroom they have at the back for customers is pretty disgusting, so we need to find somewhere else private.” Micah definitely looked tempted by the thought of the locked door on the bathroom, though. Hell, Corryn felt tempted.

Finally, Micah grabbed the cart and began pushing it toward the front of the store, determination in every stride.

Corryn reached out, stroked Micah’s ass. Micah whirled around, eyes wide. Micah was so busy looking at Corryn, he nearly drove the cart into the cereal, but managed to get himself back together and veer off just in time.

“Tease,” Micah muttered as he pulled up to a cashier. He started piling their stuff onto the belt.

Every time Micah leaned over the cart to pick something up, it put his ass right in Corryn’s view. Every time he could, he touched, teasing his dragon. He didn’t care if anyone saw or if they disapproved. This was his dragon and he needed desperately.

By the time their order had been rung up and paid for, Micah was down to grunts and clicks, moving at a rapid pace. He had done that, had turned his strong, controlled dragon into a ball of need. Micah pushed the grocery-filled cart through the parking lot like a man possessed and he hit the fob, unlocking the door as soon as they were at the trunk.

Corryn helped unload, nudging and rubbing up against Micah as often as possible. Micah shivered and rubbed back before pushing the shopping cart back to the sidewalk in front of the strip mall. Then Micah grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the SUV.

“There’s a motel two blocks back.” Micah all but pushed him into the vehicle.

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Book Day Wednesday

The 5th and final book of the Dragon Soul series is now out!

Mike and Corryn gave me some fits - they had the most complicated background of all the dragons and I was seriously pulling out my hair for some of it. But in the end, thy gave it up and gave me a great story - maybe the best of the entire series (but I don't pick favorites!)

Owned by Fate

Dr. Mike Beteferoce turned his back on magic long ago. His heart broke and his desire for a soul mate disappeared. When he sees his family crest branded above Corryn’s heart, his first instinct is to flee. The last thing he wants now is a Fae interfering in his life—especially one who has already rejected him.

But fate has other plans.

Corryn knows Mike is his soul mate, has known since the sigil was branded on his skin centuries ago. Long before Mike came to him as a studly young dragon just entering his prime. It was far too early for them to be together then, but now their time has come.

But despite their draw to each other, Corryn doesn’t believe Mike can accept him for who—and what—he is. Mike must breathe life into their bond—loving Corryn as both soul mate and Fae—if they are to fulfill their destiny.

Buy links:
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