Smutterday - Two Howls

Two Howls comes out on Wednesday February 4, and it is already available on pre-order at All Romance Ebooks!

Max is on the run, but is he running from his past, or toward his future? Only Ulf knows…

Werewolf Max knows desiring males is wrong, but he can't help himself. When his pack nearly kills him in an attempt to cleanse him, Max runs. Jumping on his motorcycle, he heads north.

Ulf has lived on his own in the wilds of Northern Ontario for a long time. When he catches the scent of a stranger in his territory, he’s angry at first, until he realizes that Max is more than just another werewolf. They’re mates.

Ulf must make Max believe that two males can be mates, but just as he’s about to succeed, Max's past catches up with him. Will the home they've been hoping to build together be lost for good?

Smutty snippet:

Ulf stroked Max’s cheek. “You are mine, Max. I know you can feel it.”


Max covered his cock again. Growling, Ulf grabbed Max’s hand and held it up above his head. It was a very good look. Lowering his head slowly, Ulf pressed their lips together before rocking against the lean body beneath him.




Max’s lips opened in a gasp and Ulf knew, without a shadow of a doubt that this was Max’s first kiss. Groaning, so pleased that his mate had come to him untried, he slowly moved his lips against Max’s before sliding his tongue between the warm lips.

The rush of arousal between them was fierce, huge, making him growl. His prick had hardened to its full length and pressed against Max’s smooth belly.


“I shouldn’t…” Max began.


“You shouldn’t what, Max?” Rolling his hips, he let his hardness rock against Max’s skin.


“This. They’ll smell it on us.”


“Who?” He snapped at the air. He’d take on anyone who tried to come between him and Max.


“Others. Pack. Anyone.” Max rolled back, showed a series of scars on his shoulder, his side.


Ulf growled, his fingers not shying away from Max’s skin. “They did this because you didn’t want to mate with a female?”


Max nodded, crawling off, going for his clothes.


Ulf stopped Max, grabbing his hand and pulling him back in close. “This is my territory, there are no others, no pack. Just us.”


“You…” He could see Max drawing himself up, trying to wrest control from Ulf.


“Yes. My territory.” He put both of Max’s wrists in one hand and slammed their bodies together.


“No…” Max’s lips parted and those bright eyes rolled.


“Yes. Mine.” He ran his hand along Max’s spine, showing he meant all of Max. Ulf knew his place here, and he would teach Max his. “I make my own rules here. No one hurts for being different.” And whether there was only himself, or him and Max or thirty, no one would.


Not that he would ever be leader of a pack of thirty. He was quite happy here on his own. Maybe happier now that Max had been brought to him, but he had no intension of overseeing a large pack. None whatsoever.


Max’s cock was needy, filling and growing heavier by the minute. Ulf circled it with his hand, fingers squeezing. Hot and velvety against his palm, Max was a good size, not too long, but thick. A very happy handful.


“Mine. My rules. My pup.”


“Not a pup.”


Ulf chuckled, the sound rough, unused. “You are mine.”


Max shook his head, but the needy cock in Ulf’s fingers didn’t lie. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across the top, spreading the single drop of pre-come that had beaded at the slit.


“Such a needy pup.” Ulf would have never thought he wanted someone so needy, but Max felt so right. His hand continued to move along Max’s cock. The things he wanted to do to this pup…


“N…not a pup.”


“Are too. My pup. Mine. Every inch. Gonna show you.”


Max buzzed against him, the energy electric. Growling loudly, Ulf took a kiss, his hand working that pretty prick. Max whimpered, the sound a mixture of need and denial.


The pup could deny it all he wanted, this was real. This was instinct. This was true.

Sean

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Five Things Friday

1) There was snow during the day yesterday and then more overnight. Not a huge accumulation -- probably around five centimeters, maybe a touch more -- but I'll take it! Plus, you know, snow means the temps get closer to freezing and after weeks of -17C being the high -10C feels totally warm.

2) Today I am blogging at the TRS Blog (a Valentine's Day post) and also at the Torquere Social LJ.

3) I have far too many works in progress open, but as long as the boys in my head have an outlet and stay happy, that's okay.

4) I am on target with my deadlines at the moment - yay! (I should probably knock on wood now, having just jinxed myself)

5) Must not forget this one -- TGIF! Happy Friday everyone!

Sean

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Throwback Thursday - Breaking Cover

Breaking Cover was my first book with Resplendence.

Home for six months after an undercover assignment at BDSM club Testing Leather, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.

Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him.

Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?

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Smutty excerpt:

Griff hit his knees with a groan, his entire fucking body on fire, his balls screaming.

He was a fucking fool. Insane. Stupid. Whatever. It didn’t matter, so long as Brian gave him what he needed.

Brian walked up to him, long, muscled legs encased in denim, bulge right there, and Griff’s lips parted, his throat working, and suddenly he missed his collar, the weight, the pressure.

“Yeah, I can see how much you want it, boy. How much you need it.” Brian popped the button on his jeans.

“I can’t fucking forget it.” Griff moaned, damned near fucking the air.

“Get my prick out. Use your mouth and then you can suck it.”

Griff nodded, almost coming in his jeans when Brian grabbed his head, forcing him to look up. His fucking mouth was dry, but he managed the husky, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. For a moment I thought you’d forgotten your manners, boy.”

He licked his lips. “It’s been a long time, Sir. Maybe you forgot me.”

“I don’t think so.” Brian grabbed his ear and yanked his head back. “Now do as you’re told. Boy.”

Griff moaned, lips on the tab of Brian’s jeans, tugging the zipper open. He could feel the heat of Brian’s gaze on him.

“That’s right, boy. Just like that.”

The too-familiar desire hit him, dead in the balls. Brian was going commando; that fat, wonderful prick slapped Griff right in the face. The low moan that came from Brian made Griff’s balls ache harder.

He opened up, stood tall on his knees, and slowly dropped his mouth over Brian’s prick without even touching it ‘til he got to the base.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed you.”

Not this. Not getting sucked. But him.

He looked up at Brian, for a second seeing Nick. His Nick. His Sir towering over him. Then he wrapped tight around that fat cock, sucking with all he was.

“Yeah. Fuck, Sam. Griff. Griff. Sorry.” The word ended on another moan, and Brian started to fuck Griff’s mouth.

Griff closed his eyes, relaxed, let his throat open. God, yes. Yes. Please. Harder, faster. Brian gave it to him like no one else ever had. That hand wrapped around his head as Brian fucked his face, stole his breath.

“Mine. You hear me? Mine.” With that, Brian came down Griff’s throat, spunk filling him.

He swallowed hard, not losing a drop, his nuts like lead balls. Brian held him tight, his nose buried against those pubes for a long moment. Then the man slowly pulled out.

A needy, whining sound escaped him. He hurt. He needed.

Brian bent and whispered in his ear, “Come, boy.”

Sean

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Happy Humping Day!

I can hardly believe it's already Wednesday again!

Do you think he heard that it was pumping day instead of humping day?

Sean
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Movie Tuesday

Loaded up the Blu-Ray this weekend and watched a couple of movies.

Lucy

I knew going in the premise was wack/junk science, but I'm very good at suspending disbelief for the sake of a couple hours of entertainment. However, I thought this movie was kind of boring and I would neither watch it again nor recommend it. And that had nothing to do with the pseudo-science. It was just boring.

X-Men, Days of Future Past

The title for this one drove me nuts when it was first being advertised, but that doesn't affect whether or not I enjoy a movie ;) This one was okay. The X-Men movies aren't what they used to be. Although, hey, any movie where you get to see Hugh Jackman's naked ass has at least that going for it! Full backal (as opposed to frontal) nudity is a yummy, yummy thing when it's Hugh Jackman's full backal ;)


Sean
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Smutterday - Beginning to Believe

Beginning to Believe is another re-release from the Bus Stories Anthology, which was published in 2003. Twelve years doesn't seem like that long ago, but I'm reading through it and come across a VCR. A VCR. In twelve years that has all but disappeared from our vocabulary! Which I find very neat.

Beginning to Believe

Tyler’s a fun-loving, surfing mechanic who loves his life and lives every day to the fullest. When he meets potential client Kit, he’s immediately attracted and ready to get to know the man better.

Kit’s a music producer who used to do the singing himself. He was quite the star, actually, until an accident in his tour bus took whipped out nearly his entire band. Kit didn’t come out it unscathed, though. Along with emotional scars, he lost both legs and hasn’t sung a note since.

Tyler’s more concerned with how Kit makes him feel than whether or not the man has artificial limbs, and he pursues Kit eagerly. Can Tyler help Kit to believe in love again?

It's currently available for pre-order, and will be officially out on February 4.


Smutty Snippet:

He found his chair and unfastened his jeans, pushing them past his more than decent undershorts before he plopped down in it. At Tyler's look, he shrugged. "In case I need to take my legs off in public. Can't go around being indecent."
"Ah. And here I thought I was gonna get a peek." Ty gave him a wink, sprawled easily in his chair.
"Oh, that would be damned rude of me." He chuckled and worked the pants down, peeking every now and again at Tyler's face. His right prosthesis was longer, had a knee on it and he had to release the vacuum, using the pressure sock to pull his stump out.
"That's quite the rigmarole," Ty noted. "How long does it take to put on?"
"The below knee one takes me five minutes or so. The above knee about ten. It all depends on how sore I am, how late I am." He unlocked the liner on his left leg, sliding free of the socket. Once he put the legs and jeans aside, he unrolled the pressure socks and wiped his stumps off with a baby wipe.
Ty got up and came over to him, kneeling next to the chair.
"May I?" Tyler asked, hand hovering above his legs.
Kit stomach wrenched, the look of those hands near his skin so hot, so unexpected. "Yeah. Yes."
Ty touched the stumps, fingers tracing the heavy scars. "Can you feel this? Where does it hurt?"
"I... Yes. I can. I... It aches inside -- just from having stood on them." His voice was husky, eyes fastened on those hands. Oh, God. God.
The light touches became firmer, massaging gently. "Does this help?" Ty asked, looking up at him.
"Uh-huh." He shivered, almost gasping. He was going to die. Right here. Right now. And it would be worth it.
"Good. It's the least I can do, seeing as it's my fault you were out making them ache in the first place." Tyler just kept massaging his stumps, eyes smiling up at him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Oh... Ty..." Kit leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against those lips, shaking.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Ty asked, one hand leaving its massage to stroke across his cheek.
"No. Oh God, no. I just... It feels so good, so... real." He was fighting tears, fighting the wave of need that poured over him.
"It is real, Kit." Ty leaned forward, the hand on his cheek guiding his head down. "I want to kiss you again."
"Please." He whispered the word against Ty's lips, watching those amazing eyes.
Ty's tongue licked his lips, parting them just enough for that tongue to slide in as their mouths pressed together. His eyes closed, a single tear escaping as he melted, moaning into the kiss. Tyler's hand was still on one of his stumps, fingers just stroking now as one kiss slid into another and then another.
So good, so sweet. Kit whimpered, hands sliding into Ty's hair, thumbs rubbing Ty's cheeks. Ty tilted his head slightly, turning the kisses deeper.
He fell into the kisses, body thrumming, need coursing through him. Oh, if they didn't stop, he was going to come. Right here. Ty just kept on kissing him, tongue stroking and playing with his own, one hand still on his leg, caressing from the top of his thigh on down to his stump, over and over again.
His balls tightened and Kit pulled back, forehead resting on Tyler's. "You... you're going to make me come, Ty. I'm sorry. It's just... It's been a long time."
"Oh, man, it must have been if you're ready to come from a few kisses." Those eyes watched him as the hand on his leg slid up to cup his erection through his shorts. "Let me help take the edge off..."
Kit whimpered, body jerking, hips shifting toward the touch. Oh, dear God. Please. Good.
Ty brought their lips back together again, tongue sliding into his mouth as that warm hand pushed past the waistband of his shorts and wrapped around his prick. He cried out into Ty's lips, body moving instinctively, hungry for sensation, wanting this so badly. Ty hummed into his mouth, hand hot and tight around his cock, finding a quick pace.
It didn't take any time, none at all, but it was sweeter than honeycomb, lights bright and sparkling behind his eyes as he came.

Sean

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Happy Humping Day!

Sean
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My God It's Monday

Again. Man, these swing around with incredible regularity, don't they?

And my poor to do list is getting longer and longer and longer...

Wow this is threatening to become whiny! And I don't want it to. Because despite the to do list, I have the best job in the world, the best friends in the world, the best readers in the world and I appreciate all three of those things very very much. Even when I'm staring down the barrel of the to do list.

And hey, this guy is bound to make any Monday better, right?

Right.

Happy Monday everyone!

Sean
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Smutterday - The Biker's Pup

In honor of The Biker's Pup being on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list and currently #1 in all three of it's categories on Amazon (eeee!), I thought I use it for today's Smutterday.

Whip came to the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend looking for a good time, but what he found was infinitely better.

Whip always has a good time at the Gay Riders Carnival, and this year he’s hoping to meet up with some studs and top last year’s festivities. The last thing he expects when he walks into his cabin is to be nearly bowled over by a skinny lad with a bruised jaw.

Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.

Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.

But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?

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Smutty excerpt:

Whip’s smile was predatory, eager. It made Nick feel like a feast. He shivered in anticipation, goosebumps covering him.

“Let’s unwrap my present, shall we?”

Tugging him up, Whip pushed the jacket off his shoulders and tugged his T-shirt up over his head.

“Your present?” He was waxed bare, his cock was hard, aching.

“Uh-huh.” Whip, took his mouth again, kissing him breathless and eased himback down onto the mattress.

Holding his package through his jeans, Whip squeezed him in one huge hand. The tongue fucking he got made all sorts of promises as to how Whip would fuck him. Hard and firm, steady without a hint of hesitation.

Whip’s fingers tugged at his jeans, popping open the top button and Nick sucked in, so lost in the kisses that he was floating. Whip kept the zipper away from his cock, hands surprisingly gentle while tugging the zipper open.

His cock was pierced at the tip and then there were rings all the way down the shaft, five of them.
Whip touched them before he saw them. “Fuck.” Running his fingers running up and down Nick’s cock, Whip explored him, teasing, tugging and twisting each ring. “Pretty decorations.” Whip pulled his jeans down over his hips, exposing his cock completely.

“Th…thank you.” His ballsac had a matching ladder, three rings.

“I’m not going to hurt you, pup.” The words were followed by another of Whip’s breath stealing kisses.

Nick moaned, his hips rolling up to drag his erection on Whip’s hand. Whip touched him, lightly, not giving him enough of what he needed. It was maddening, which turned him on even more.

Walking his fingers up along Nick’s ladder, then back down again, Whip explored every ring, thoroughly. Making appreciating noises, Whip pushed the metal through his flesh, tugged, twisted it. His crotch felt like it was on fire, the skin tingling.

Palming his balls, Whip rolled them, made them ache. Then Whip found the last piercing, the newest one behind his balls. That ring was thick, still tender.

“This is new?” Whip raised a brow at him, fingers gentler as they stroked his skin.

“Three weeks. The newest.” The touch was perfect and it made his eyes cross.

Nodding, Whip kept touching gently. “Thought it seemed a little swollen.”

“It’s a thick gauge…”

“It is.” Whip’s fingers left it, moved down beyond it to touch his hole.

He wasn’t plugged, wasn’t ready for fucking.

“Hot little hole.” Whip kept stroking, waking up all the nerves there.

Nicky moaned, the words and the touches mingling to make his entire body feel alight.

Whip pressed a finger against his lips. “Suck, pup.”

He opened up immediately, the act pure instinct, and started sucking, pulling at Whip’s finger.

“Fuck.” Whip jerked, pressing close against him.

He groaned and pulled hard, the sharp salt mingling with the rhythm to make his cock ache.

Moaning, Whip tugged his finger out of Nicky’s mouth and pressed it against his hole. Then in. Nick’s toes curled, and he nodded, bore down on the invasion.

“I want to feel you around my cock,” Whip told him. “I want you to come on it.”

“Oh…” Oh, yes. Please.

Sean

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Love Matters available for early download!

Love Matters is now available for early download!

For ten years they’ve done things Trey’s way. Now Lucien wants more. He wants to be with his lover full-time. Is Trey ready? Will he ever be?

Ten years after they first met and fell in love, Lucien and Trey are still together—after a fashion. Terrified that he’s going to become entirely dependent on Lucien, Trey calls his lover to come spend four to five days with him whenever he finishes a novel. Lucien wants more, but up until now has been willing to bow to Trey’s wishes.

Finally broaching the idea of seeing each other more often, during Trey’s writing periods, Lucien suggests that they begin to date each other on Friday nights. Trey agrees to the experiment and begins to flourish as Lucien gets him out of the house more—to eat, to swim, to visit the beach.

But can Trey remain faithful to his work ethic, get the job done with his novels and enjoy the distractions and adventures Lucien plans for him? Or will Lucien’s desire to have more break them apart?

Only time will tell.

Get it now at Totally Bound (it will be out at the distributors on February 13)

For a sample, check out last week's Smutterday post.

Sean
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Winter's Gift now available!

I wrote Winter's Gift a long time ago and it was a part of the Bus Stories Anthology. Torquere is publishing a number of the stories that were in that anthology as stand alones and Winter's Gift is the first.

This one is the sweet story of a loner, a hermit you could say, with terrible scaring along one side of his face. He lives alone in the woods with his pet wolf, named Wolf. As you can see Geoff is not terribly imaginative, so when he finds Mauve, a fairy, badly injured at the beginning of winter, taking Mauve home and tending to him is going to lead to all sorts of things Geoff never dared imagine.

Winter's Gift

Badly disfigured, Geoff lives alone in the woods with only his wolf as companion. It’s a solitary life, but one he is comfortable with. When he discovers a fairy with an injured wing at the beginning of winter, his whole ordered world is turned upside down. But will Mauve be horrified by his rescuer’s visage? Or can the fairy look beyond the scars and see into Geoff’s heart?

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology.

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Sean
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Movie Tuesday

So I did indeed go and see the third Hobbit movie last Tuesday at the IMAX. I do love the IMAX for movies. It takes my eyes a few minutes to adjust, but once they do, wow, does it feel immediate (and there's always a few times where I duck out of the way of stuff that seems to be coming right at me.)

I enjoyed the movie very much. Maybe not as much as the first of the three Hobbits, but definitely more than the second. It left me feeling very melancholy, though. A heaviness that made me glad that it wasn't the end of the saga, but that it continues in Lord of the Rings. It has been far too long since I last read the book, too (both the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings.)

I also went to see The Imitation Game. Wow. Forget left feeling melancholy, this one had me crying.

While I had some concept about the movie in general, I didn't know the whole story so it unfolded for me through the movie. Man, we as a human race in general are total crap to anyone who is different, aren't we? And geniuses often are very different because their minds don't work like everyone else's and often they are introverts to boot. Add something like being gay at a time when it is a crime to the pot and wow, poor Turing was doomed. The end did indeed have me crying and also mad. Things may not be where they need to be yet, but damn, we have come a long way from when it was a crime to be gay and you could expect either jail time or chemical castration as your two best options if you were found guilty of it.

I have to say too, that it felt weird, going into the theatre and not being given 3-D glasses. It's been a long time since I've seen a movie that wasn't classified as action or fantasy or sci-fi. The 'quieter' movies are the kind that I usually wind up watching at home after they're released on bluray. I should watch them on the big screen more often.

Sean
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Big Release Week

It never fails, if I have three releases in a month, like I do this month, they all pop up in the same week!

Two are coming out on Wednesday and one is available for early download on Friday!

Drawing Straws: Tork

Damon, Erik, Joe and Tork are back at their secret cabin for the weekend, but they all have more on their minds than spending the weekend fucking.

With Damon sick, his three lovers have rallied around, using sick days and time owing to make sure Damon is covered twenty-four-seven as he goes through chemo and recovery his attempt to battle cancer. Only halfway through four rounds of chemo, Damon nonetheless has insisted they keep their quarterly ‘date’.

Even though they are there at Damon’s request, will the men be able to concentrate on picking a bottom and using him well? Or will they all be too distracted by real life to let loose and play?

Out on Wednesday January 14 at Resplendence!

Winter's Gift

Badly disfigured, Geoff lives alone in the woods with only his wolf as companion. It’s a solitary life, but one he is comfortable with. When he discovers a fairy with an injured wing at the beginning of winter, his whole ordered world is turned upside down. But will Mauve be horrified by his rescuer’s visage? Or can the fairy look beyond the scars and see into Geoff’s heart?

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology.

Officially out on Wednesday January 14 at Torquere -- but you already pre-order it!

Love Matters

For ten years they’ve done things Trey’s way. Now Lucien wants more. He wants to be with his lover full-time. Is Trey ready? Will he ever be?

Ten years after they first met and fell in love, Lucien and Trey are still together—after a fashion. Terrified that he’s going to become entirely dependent on Lucien, Trey calls his lover to come spend four to five days with him whenever he finishes a novel. Lucien wants more, but up until now has been willing to bow to Trey’s wishes.

Finally broaching the idea of seeing each other more often, during Trey’s writing periods, Lucien suggests that they begin to date each other on Friday nights. Trey agrees to the experiment and begins to flourish as Lucien gets him out of the house more—to eat, to swim, to visit the beach.

But can Trey remain faithful to his work ethic, get the job done with his novels and enjoy the distractions and adventures Lucien plans for him? Or will Lucien’s desire to have more break them apart?

Only time will tell.

Available for early download at Totally Bound on Friday January 16!

Sean
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Smutterday - Love Matters

Today's smutty snippet is from Love Matters, the follow up to Size Matters. It will be out for early download at Totally Bound on January 16, and at the distributors on February 13.

For ten years they’ve done things Trey’s way. Now Lucien wants more. He wants to be with his lover full-time. Is Trey ready? Will he ever be?

Ten years after they first met and fell in love, Lucien and Trey are still together—after a fashion. Terrified that he’s going to become entirely dependent on Lucien, Trey calls his lover to come spend four to five days with him whenever he finishes a novel. Lucien wants more, but up until now has been willing to bow to Trey’s wishes.

Finally broaching the idea of seeing each other more often, during Trey’s writing periods, Lucien suggests that they begin to date each other on Friday nights. Trey agrees to the experiment and begins to flourish as Lucien gets him out of the house more—to eat, to swim, to visit the beach.

But can Trey remain faithful to his work ethic, get the job done with his novels and enjoy the distractions and adventures Lucien plans for him? Or will Lucien’s desire to have more break them apart?

Only time will tell.


Smutty Snippet:

Trey explored the blanket’s edge, the puckering where the stitches were—anything to keep himself busy, to keep his hands from running over his own body, wrapping around his cock. God, the waiting was torture.

He could hear each step as Lucien undressed—Lucien’s shirt shushing as it slithered from Lucien’s shoulders, the zipper of Lucien’s pants slowly being drawn down.

The scent of his lover grew stronger, too, like the best kind of perfume on the air. He swore he could tell when Lucien’s boxers were pushed down, too, the thick cock springing out.

“You’re naked now.” And he wanted to touch.

“I am.” Lucien tugged on his covers and he let them go, felt the air brush across his body as Lucien pulled the sheets away. “And now, so are you.”

His nipples tightened, the flesh sliding on the metal piercing them and he reached out, searching for contact.

Lucien’s hand met his, warm and solid, bringing it to Lucien’s shoulder as he straddled Trey. “Look.”

Oh, he’d missed this. Broad and muscled, skin smooth as glass, with a broad nose and a square jaw—Lucien was beautiful. The heat of Lucien’s body was tremendous, sexy. When Trey’s fingers arrived a second time at Lucien’s mouth, Lucien kissed them.

“Keep going,” Lucien ordered. “Then it’s my turn.”

“It’s good to see you, Sir.” The man’s eyes were wrinkled at the edges, Lucien smiling. The soft tightly curled hair was kept short, not shaggy like his.

“It’s been too long.”

The words weren’t censure, more fact, though he knew Lucien missed him as much as he missed Lucien.

“It has. This one was challenging. I didn’t feel the flow.” He’d fought the novel hard, getting more and more frustrated as the days and weeks passed and it still wasn’t finished.

“You should have called me. I could have helped you find your…flow.”

“I should have.” He tried to save rule breaking for extreme emergencies. He wasn’t sure that missing Lucien and being frustrated with his novel counted as one.

Lucien’s fingers landed on his face, tracing his features. Trey parted his, his body shifting, squeezing the plug. After thoroughly exploring his face and head , Lucien moved to touch his neck, his collarbones and shoulders. He pushed into the touches the way he imagined a large cat might.

All the way down his body, Lucien’s touch travelled, awakening his senses. Awakening his very skin. His cock was hard as nails, pushing up toward Lucien’s heated fingers. He knew that was a fool’s errand. Lucien rarely, if ever, worked his penis, insisting on arousing his hole, his gland. His mind.

He was shocked when a soft kiss landed on the tip of his erection.

“Oh.” He moaned, sucking in air.

“Don’t get used to it,” murmured Lucien, touch sliding over to his hips.

“Tease,” Trey accused fondly.

“Yes.”

God, Lucien made him happy.

Warm fingers brushed his balls and Trey wiggled, wanting more.

“Spread your legs for me, Trey.” Lucien pushed away from his body until he complied, then settled between his legs. One hand pushed in the center of his chest, easing him back to the pillows. The other rolled his balls before heading right for his hole. “Let’s see what we’ve got here, shall we?”

“A plug like you asked, Sir.” He hadn’t disobeyed. He hadn’t pushed himself either. He wanted Lucien to push him.

“Good, good, but which one?” Lucien was moving so slowly, he was never going to get there.

“I started small. We have four whole days.” Five, if you counted today, though it was already late afternoon.

“Don’t ruin the surprise.” Lucien slid the long fingers to his hole, tapping the base of the tiny plug.

“Yes, Sir.” He clenched his hole, playing.

Chuckling, Lucien pushed hard on the end of the plug. Trey shivered, the tiny thing rocking deep inside him.

“You started very, very small,” Lucien noted.

What was he supposed to say to that, exactly?

Lucien, it seemed, had something to say about it. “We’ll have to take it to very, very large. Of course we’ll do it very, very slowly.”

All Trey could do was moan, his entire body tightening.

“Yeah, you like the thought of that, don’t you? My little size slut.”

Lucien knew what he needed, all the way to the bone.


Sean
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The Biker's Pup now at distributors

The Biker's Pup has been available for early download at Totally Bound, but today it's also available at all the distributors.

I loved writing this one, and there is a secondary character or two who are whispering in my ear about a sequel featuring them. While I don't have a deadline for that, I do have it down on my writing list...

The Biker's Pup

Whip came to the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend looking for a good time, but what he found was infinitely better.

Whip always has a good time at the Gay Riders Carnival, and this year he’s hoping to meet up with some studs and top last year’s festivities. The last thing he expects when he walks into his cabin is to be nearly bowled over by a skinny lad with a bruised jaw.

Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.

Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.

But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?

Now available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks!


smutty snippet:

Whip glanced behind him and grinned. “Funnel cake. Come on.”

Whip’s smile was infectious and Nick found himself smiling right back.

“I’ve been waiting for that smile.” Laughing, Whip planted one on him.

Oh. Oh. It was like the world stopped.

Whips laughter faded and the kiss opened his mouth, Whip pushing his tongue in. With one hand, Whip grabbed the back of his head, with the other, his ass. The kiss went deeper, zinging between them. It took time for the cat-calling and whistles to push through.

Whip was staring down at him when their lips parted, looking at him like he was sex on legs. His own focus was complete, fastened onto Whip.

Whip’s slow smile was sexy as hell. “Suddenly I have a yen for checking out our accommodations again.”

Nick’s entire body ached with sudden need and all he could do was nod and lick his lips.

Whip took another kiss, then took Nick’s hand, tucked into Whip’s leather pants again, Whip himself striding back the way they’d come. Nick ran behind, jogging to keep up. Like a man on a mission, Whip didn’t stop for anything. Not for funnel cake, not for hugs or checking out any of the guys. It was simply a beeline back to the cabin.

They got to the door and Whip pushed it open, got Nick inside. The moment the door was closed, he was pressed up against it, three hundred pounds of muscle slamming up against him as Whip took his mouth and plundered it.

Nick lost his mind. Lost it.

None of the kisses he’d ever had before had been like this. All those months with Dirk and he’d never felt anything like this. Not once.

Whip’s hands tilted his head, tongue pushing deeper into his mouth. He reached up, holding on, trying to keep his balance. Whip’s shoulders were so fucking huge, the leather of Whip’s jacket creaking beneath his hands and his cock ached, it was so full and swollen.

Lifting him at his hips, Whip picked him right up off the floor. Fuck. The move to wrap his legs around Whip’s body was instinctive. Whip wrapped his big hands around Nick’s ass, holding on as Whip moved them to the bed.

What was he doing? Why was he rubbing on Whip like a needy slut?

Sean

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Throwback Thursday - Center

Today's Throwback Thursday book is Center.

This one is actually the amalgamation of two books. The first one -- Center of the Earth and Sky -- was first published in 2003, and several years later I wrote a follow-up -- Painting the Desert. They were then amalgamated into one book simply titled Center.

BTW, the twins were totally yummy to write!


Center

Combining two previous Sean Michael novels, The Center of Earth and Sky and Painting the Desert, Center focuses on twins Grey and Raine Holstein, who have a good life together. But that doesn't mean they're not willing to play. When they meet schoolteacher Whit, they both want to take him home. Whit is quickly drawn into a sensual world where passion overcomes panic, where a simple meal becomes an erotic feast, and where love is the paramount rule. The three of them try to find a way to make a life together, making sure no one is left out.

Grey, Raine and Whit seem to be living a charmed life, but their whole world is threatened when Grey is diagnosed with cancer, and everything starts to fall apart. Grey is their rock, and as he's ravaged by the cancer treatment, Whit and Raine struggle to hold it together. Will Whit find the strength to be what his lovers need him to be? Can he remain in the center of such a storm and survive it intact?

Publisher link
Amazon link (where you can also get it in paperback)


somewhat smutty snippet:

"Can I get you another?" Whit asked nodding at the vodka and tonic.
"Oh, thanks." A wide, square hand was offered, heavy copper bracelet shining in the lights. "I'm Raine Holstein."
He offered his own hand back, hoping to hell it wasn't too damp.  "Bartholomew Whittaker.  Please call me Whit."
He couldn't help glancing up over at Raine's twin.
"That's Grey." Raine smiled over at his twin, who gave him a slow, smoldering look, then turned to nod to Whit.
"Hi," he managed with a nod and without squeaking.  He wasn't quite sure what was going on, Raine seem interested enough to flirt at least, and move closer, but Grey looked like he was all about Raine.
"So, I uh... haven't seen you here before -- you new in town?"
Raine nodded his head. "Yeah, actually. We got here a few months ago. We own a gallery and a little antique shop. Just got things settled in finally. Decided to come and play." Raine flashed him a quick smile. "I like playing and Grey... well, he says he humors me, but he likes to play too."
"Together?" he asked, probably a little too eagerly, but the idea excited him and he figured it was better to be honest and let that show than try to pretend a casualness he wouldn't be able to follow through on later.
"Yes, together." Grey's deep, gravelly voice sound as his hand settled on Raine's shoulder. He had a matching bracelet, heavy and beautiful. "Raine doesn't play without me."
Raine chuckled and nodded, nuzzling Grey's hand. "We're a matched set."
He smiled, the possessiveness in the tone and gesture, moving through him like a wave, hitting his balls hard.  "I bet you're beautiful together."  The words just slipped out and he bit his lip.  There was honesty and then there was honesty and he hoped he hadn't just blown it.
Raine blushed again as Grey chuckled and took a seat. Apparently they didn't mind honesty. "Thanks. Do you come here a lot?"
"On the weekends -- it's a nice place to relax, have a beer, maybe meet someone to spend some time with, you know."
Raine nodded. "One of the gallery artists recommended it. Said we would like it here. The atmosphere is nice, yeah, Grey?"
Grey nodded. "Not bad. Need better house scotch."
"I've got some 10 year old Glenkeith at home." What he wanted to know was who the hell had tampered with his brain/mouth connection, because it was working just a little too well and bypassing the make sure you really want to say it center.
A long look passed being Raine and Grey and then Grey nodded. Raine looked over. "Is that an offer, Whit? To share a little scotch and maybe play?"
He forced himself to think about it.  To really think about it.  All he kept seeing was these two guys making love while he watched and he knew, even if that's all it turned out to be, he wanted it. "Yeah, it's an offer."
Two sets of identical black eyes glittered at him and then the guys nodded and stood as one.
Raine smiled as Grey helped him on with his jacket. "Should we follow you? We're on the Harley."
And that ladies and gentlemen was the sound of his cock bursting through his zipper.
"I'm-" he cleared his throat.  Twice.  "I'm not that far -- I walked."
"Oh, okay. Should I walk with Whit, Grey?"
"No. Drive him home, Raine, and then come back for me and we'll go together."
"Okay." Raine gave him a smile and tilted his head. "Wanna ride?"
Not trusting his voice he just nodded. He was harder than Hell -- he sure hoped the Holstein brothers really were into honesty, 'cause if he had to ride behind Raine, the man was going to know just how turned on he was right now.
"Cool." The brothers led him outside where the sleek black motorcycle waited. He was handed a helmet and then Raine hopped on, patting the seat behind him. "Where to, Whit?"
"Maple, just off Washington."
He put on the helmet, and climbed on behind Raine, putting his arms tentatively around the man's waist, trying to keep his crotch away from Raine's ass. Raine's body was strong, solid, and fucking hot in his arms. The Harley roared to life, vibrations running through his crotch. "Hold on tight, Whit. She's a great ride, our little lady here."
What the Hell.  He tightened his arms, letting himself mold to Raine's back.  Between the vibrations from the Harley and the heat from Raine, he was pretty sure he was heading for a pretty decent orgasm before they went two blocks.
Raine's ass moved against him as they rode. The brothers were solidly built, not body-builders, maybe, but not skinny guys. Strands of the long hair escaped from inside Raine's jacket, moving over his cheeks, his arms. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed it: the scent of leather from Raine's jacket, the hard body in his arms, moving with the motorcycle, the hair against him.  He might have whimpered a little, he might have moaned a little. He definitely held on tighter, pressed closer.  He wanted to rub against that fantastic ass.
They pulled off onto Maple, the Harley purring. "Which house, Whit?"
He pointed it out and they pulled up into the driveway, the angle pushed Raine's ass into him. He gasped and pushed back.  "We could always circle the block a couple of times," he suggested, only half-joking.
"Later. Grey will worry." Raine's ass rocked against him. "We want Grey to play, Whit. He growls, but he can make you scream."
That brought another gasp out of him and he rolled once more against Raine's ass and then quickly got off the bike before he rubbed himself off against Raine in front of the whole fucking street. He handed the helmet back to Raine, hands only shaking a tiny bit.  "I'll leave the door unlocked."
"Cool. We'll be right back." Raine reached out, stroking his cock once with that square, hot hand. "Wait for us." Then Raine backed the bike down the driveway and headed off. He just stood there, blinking, trying to find his breath, watching the empty street.

Sean

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Movie Tuesday

I am old enough to remember when the first multi-theatre cineplex opened up in Montreal. (Oh, sure there were places with two or occasionally even three full sized theaters, but then cineplex opened these theaters with 9 or more littler rooms with slightly smaller screens). Those came first, but shortly after them came half price Tuesdays. There was a long period of time when I saw a movie every single Tuesday because instead of five dollars, they would be two fifty. For five bucks I could get a burger and a coke at Wendy's, then see the movie of my choice.

Movies are still cheaper on Tuesdays, though even at half price, they are more than they were back in the day (yes, because I am ancient and used to walk ten miles to school and back - uphill both ways -- in freezing rain, sub-zero temps and blizzards every second day).

Anyway. So even though I don't go to movies in the theater very often anymore and at this point, the day I go is more about getting good seats and when it's convenient to me, Tuesday is still movie day in my head.

As it happens, I am going to a movie today -- I'm off to see the third Hobbit movie at the IMAX. In anticipation of this, I have rewatched the first two.

My opinion has not changed -- the first one is still better than the second - it flows faster, is more exciting, and I liked it more than I did the second one. Not that I didn't enjoy the second, because I did. It's still an awesome movie -- I'm just hoping I feel the third one is more like the first than the second ;)

It's really cool to see books from my youth so amazingly brought to life. I do believe after watching the third Hobbit tonight, it will be time to rewatch the Lord of the Rings movies to complete the saga.

I must say that I believe that these six movies are my favorite adaptations of a book(s) ever.

What is your favorite movie from a book adaptation?

Sean
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My God It's Monday

Okay, so, I was searching for Christmas images back in November and December, and this one showed up. Seriously. How crazy is this?

Now if that doesn't help a Monday out, nothing will.

Sean
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Smutterday!

First Saturday of the new year, it seems only right that Smutterday returns!

Today's smutty snippet is from Drawing Straws: Tork, which is coming out with Resplendence Publishing on January 14! Erik and Joe are the first two in the series.

Damon, Erik, Joe and Tork are back at their secret cabin for the weekend, but they all have more on their minds than spending the weekend fucking.

With Damon sick, his three lovers have rallied around, using sick days and time owing to make sure Damon is covered twenty-four-seven as he goes through chemo and recovery in his attempt to battle cancer. Only halfway through four rounds of chemo, Damon nonetheless has insisted they keep their quarterly ‘date’.

Even though they are there at Damon’s request, will the men be able to concentrate on picking a bottom and using him well? Or will they all be too distracted by real life to let loose and play?

Smutty Snippet: 

“Hey honey! We’re home!” Erik called out. He had Damon in his arms, cradling the dark, skinny body as they came through the front door.

Tork met them there, sliding his hand gently over Damon’s bald head. He had a kiss for Erik, another one for Joe, and the gentlest of brushes of his lips across Damon’s.

Damon smiled for him, eyes red but twinkling. “Hey, gorgeous. I made it.”

“You did. And you’ve got the prime position of being in our Viking god’s arms.” He gently touched Damon’s cheek.

“I know, right?” Damon looked so happy to be here, smiling through those cracked lips. “Good to be home.”

That look, the sweet smile, those told Tork right there that, hard as the trip up might have been on Damon, coming here was the right decision.

“Yeah. I brought the big chair into the kitchen and set it up at the table for eating. And the chicken is almost ready to come off the grill.” 

Erik took Damon over to the chair, sat with him. Meanwhile, Joe pushed into Tork’s arms, kissing him like a desperate man. He took it and kissed back, his arms wrapping around the tight, hot body. 

Oh, fuck. Yes. This was what he needed. Heat. Passion. Pure need.

If he could tire his body out, maybe his brain would stop rabbiting for a while.

Joe pushed him up against the wall and he let it happen, let that studly son of a bitch rub against him like they were going to catch on fire.

“Need you. Touch me. Now,” Joe demanded.

Tork didn’t need a second invitation and he wormed his fingers into Joe’s waistband, tugging the t-shirt out and pushing it up over Joe’s head. 

Then Joe grabbed the back of his head and dragged him in, the kiss fierce. Yanking Joe’s jeans down, he got a hold of the fat, hard cock, meeting Joe’s need with a passion of his own and not holding back a bit.

If Damon needed anything, Erik would take care of him until he and Joe were done. Right now, he needed to bury himself in this passion, in these sensations.

Joe’s fingers worked at his clothes and Tork didn’t bother helping. He was too busy.

“Save the chicken, ‘rik, huh?” Damon was laughing.

Tork looked over at Damon as Erik got up to go out the back, feeling a little wild. “You want us to stop?” Okay, so he would stop if he had to. Totally and without hesitation.

“Fuck no. You’re beautiful. Make each other come for me.” Damon grinned at him, that smile so lovely. “This is the best kind of porn.”

“It’s a hard job, but somebody’s got to do it.” Tork offered Damon a wink with the words, knowing it would make their lover laugh. 

Joe groaned and grabbed him close, shutting him up with another no holds barred kiss as Damon laughed for him.

Joe drove against his thigh, pushing hard and fast and Tork got his own pants open one-handed, the other firmly on Joe’s ass, which clenched and rolled under his touch.

Soon as his own cock was out, he repositioned Joe so they were rubbing together, then encouraged that ass to work harder, faster.

“Make me shoot. Make me feel it.” He slapped Joe’s ass, hard.

Sean

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Smutty Advent - Bonus

Here's a bonus entry to start the new year off!

Smutty Advent Bonus 

Jarheads New Years Day Menu

Coffee.

Blackeyed Peas.

Cornbread.

Greens.

Pork Roast.

No beer.


Sean
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