Random Friday is Random

Yesterday felt like Friday all day. Today just feels like a day. Weirdness abounds.

It's still hotter than I enjoy. It probably will be until September. As soon as the mornings are much cooler, I will stop moaning about it nearly as much, I'm sure.

Got the overall cover for the To Love a Hero PAX. I have a story in this one, which will be coming out on August 23 from Amber Allure. (PAX collections allow you to buy the stories individually if you wish, or to buy the collection at a discount.)

Finding the Way Home

The last thing Sargent James Miller expects when he gets home from a long stint in the hospital after losing his right arm to an IED blast is a strange man answering his door after his keys don’t open the lock. That’s what happens though, and he’s just happy that he can count on his old platoon buddy Horse to have his back, and a spare bedroom he can use until he gets on his feet.

Horace Grundy the third, Horse to anyone who doesn’t want to get their ass kicked, is retired and has a tidy little house on the beach he calls home. The place isn’t big, but he figures there is plenty of room for James, even if he has always fancied the man.

The two of them fit together well and soon the roommates become more. James’ past isn’t ready to let go of him yet, though, and they’re caught off-guard when the man who dumped James in the first place suddenly re-appears in his life.

Can their new relationship weather the storm?

I self-pubbed Velvet Blade yesterday. That's the last of the 'original' Velvet Glove books. I still have the two from the 'new Velvet Glove' to self-pub, but it's kind of neat nonetheless. I wanted to have a new Velvet Glove available as soon as the others were all done, but I've been busy with deadline books and it hasn't happened.

Also self-pubbed a short novella - End of the Line.

Velvet Blade is available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.
End of the Line is also available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

I'll put up smutty excerpts of them tomorrow for smutterday :)

I hope everyone has a good Friday - I'll be spending mine hiding indoors in the conditioned air.

But hey TGIF!

Sean
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Throwback Thursday

Anyone remember Garbage Patch Kids collectible cards? I know I bought a package or two.

Sean
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Wednesday Book Day

On a recent Cafe Risque blog post, we listed our top ten books. Well, I couldn't possibly narrow it down to just ten (I am not good at choosing favorites) so I cut it down to genres and came up with my ten favorite post-apocalyptic books.

Among them was Nevil Shute's On The Beach,which I haven't been able to get out of my mind since I made my list. This wasn't the first post-apocalyptic story I read - that honor goes to Z for Zachariah, but it was either the second or the third one. And it affected me greatly.

The father in this story makes a decision for his entire family that is born out of utter hopelessness and I, a young teenager at the time, couldn't imagine being that desperately hopeless that death was the only answer. I know how lucky I was that suicide was never a solution to my problems that I contemplated -- hell, I knew it then. I had a family who loved me. I had dreams and aspirations and while things sometimes were bad, I always wanted to see what was waiting for me as I got older.

What's funny is that I can picture the cover in my head, but when I looked to see if I could find it to add to this post, I was able to find a whole bunch of images but none of them match the picture in my head. I'm guessing I'm not remembering it correctly, I just find it interesting that it's very clear in my head, but clearly not an actual memory.

From On the Beach, I searched out more books and found A Town Like Alice. This book also affected me a lot and from the moment I read that book, I wanted to go to Australia. I wanted to visit Alice Springs. Seeing a TV show on the Royal Flying Doctors only increased that desire, as did the Crocodile Dundee movies and the Mad Max movies, Gallipoli, every Peter Weir movie, even those not set in Australia...

And I did it - I spent six months travelling around in New Zealand and Australia and I loved it. We went to the Royal Flying Doctors headquarters in Alice Springs and we visited some of the caves where parts of Mad Max were filmed, among a lot of other things. That visit is still a big part of who I am and that all happened because I read a book.


Sean
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Movie Tuesday

Watched two movies on Shomi this weekend.

Dead Rising: Watchtower and Stargate.

Dead Rising wanted to be a series and felt more like a series premiere than a movie. It wasn't bad, but didn't hold up to say The Walking Dead, or even Z-Nation. Still, I always enjoy a zombie movie that doesn't suck and this one didn't suck. I did really appreciate that the main character didn't suddenly turn into macho man top zombie killer as soon as the zombies showed up. He was in fact, kind of inept and zombie stupid.

It had been a while since I'd seen Stargate, the original movie, so it was great fun to put it on again. I do love this movie a lot. It took me a long while to warm up to the series, though I finally did and enjoyed the several iterations of it, but it was the movie where my love for Stargate started. It's an action movie, but with lots of humor and the play of two opposites together - the alpha male retired colonel and the inept, allergy ridden brainiac. And in the end, they need each other. Just yum.

And hey, can you believe Daniel from Stargate and Reddington from The Blacklist are played by the same guy?

Oh, I also watched Sharknado 3: Oh hell no. The first one was hilarious and fun. The second one was fun. This one was uh, just plain stupid. There's a couple hours I'll never get back.

I haven't watched it yet, but I did pvr Lavalanchula.and will probably peek at it on the weekend.


Happy Tuesday all!

Sean
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My God It's Monday

And it's a hot one. Damn that humidity - it was 90% this morning... I have no words for that except ugh.

It's been very ugh since Friday, getting a little more ugh each day. I miss it being nice and cool in the mornings, being able to have the windows open for at least a little while to get some fresh air. I mean, it's great to have AC - I would be totally dying and useless with out it - but I do miss not getting the fresh air blowing through the house. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy the much cooler mornings when Fall brings them back.

This guy to the left is all ready for a Monday! Me, not so much, but I have the todo list in hand. I have a several submissions due in August 1, so I'll be focusing on those this week. I have one that I still need the title for. I hate having to come up with titles, but my publishers insist that "the one with the foursome" or "the one for that Christmas call" are not viable titles.

Healing Fire is up for pre-order on All Romance Ebooks and it'll be available for download on August 1. Dragons ahoy!

Speaking of dragons, I have a neat idea for a contemporary setting dragon that I think is fun and hot. I'm just not sure when I'm going to get to it. There are just too many stories and not enough time to get to them all. I  need a machine that I can hook up to my brain and let it suck the stories out of my head and put them directly on paper for me. If anyone invents one of those - let me know ;)

Well, I guess my todo list is not getting any shorter at all while I sit here looking at that guy's abs... so have a good and productive week everyone - and stay cool!


Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Leather

Big soft-hearted Mouse and sweet little always in trouble Peep have a place in my heart. I love the opposition of how big Mouse is with how kind and gentle he is. Especially when it comes to his Peep!

Velvet Leather

Mouse is in charge of the leather workshop at the Velvet Glove and he's really good at his job, which is probably why everyone tolerates Peep. It's not that Peep looks for trouble, it just always seems to find him. Mouse is always there to shelter his dear Peep, though, no matter what the storm.

Velvet Leather shares three stories that demonstrate just how much trouble Peep can get into.

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.



smutty excerpt:

"You're welcome, little one. Just be more careful next time." He was given a soft kiss.

"I try, Mouse." He lifted his face for another kiss, needing to know Mouse wasn't upset with him.

His mouth was taken in a long, deep kiss, Mouse loving him. He pressed close, opening wide, loving the way Mouse kissed, the way Mouse touched and loved him. Low, rumbling sounds vibrated his lips, large hands stroking his belly, his back.

He reached up, grabbing onto Mouse's shoulders, legs climbing until he could wrap them around Mouse's waist. Mouse's hands cupped his ass, pulling him closer, rubbing them together. He moaned and whimpered, hands sliding into Mouse's hair. No matter what he did, Mouse still loved him.

"My little one..." Mouse started walking toward the back, toward their tiny rooms and their bed.

He wriggled and kissed Mouse hard. "My big one." He giggled, rubbing their groins together. "My very big one."

Mouse rumbled, pushing against him, hips rocking that heavy prick against him. "Yours."

"My very own very big one." He giggled some more, mouth going to Mouse's neck.

That made Mouse shiver, those hands tightening. "Careful, Peep. Don't want to drop you."

"You won't." No matter what else was going on, there was no way his Mouse would ever drop him.

He sucked and licked at the sweet vein where Mouse's blood beat.

"Oh..." Mouse moved them through the rooms, ending in the huge chair that fit them both, head falling back.

Peep rubbed against Mouse, fingers working the buttons of Mouse's shirt open as he kept sucking and licking and tasting the salt of Mouse's skin.

"I love you, little one. More than life." Mouse shifted, hands pushing at his pants, sliding against his skin.

"Oh. Oh, I love you, Mouse." He pushed into Mouse's touches, his own very big one making him feel very good. There was the soft, happy little purr, his Mouse sounding happy and horny and all his.

He got Mouse's shirt undone and wriggled his way down, fingers working open the leather pants. Mouse was hard for him, thick cock pressing at the laces, already wet-tipped and dark. He got the laces undone and buried his face against Mouse's cock. It smelled so good here, like leather and spice and his Mouse. It made him moan.

"Oh... Oh, Peep. You make me need..." Mouse arched, pressing against him.

"Good," he answered fiercely.


Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Need

I loved writing Lutrell and Dent. This one is quite different - it explores a medical fetish and it was fascinating to write. I do enjoy the ones with a twist.

Velvet Need

Dent Farre thinks he has it all. Retired owner of several high profile companies, he is now a full member at the exclusive men's BDSM club the Velvet Glove. He has anything he wants available at his fingertips, including a host of subs at his beck and call. So why is he so angry and frustrated all the time?

The Velvet Glove's owner believes that Dr. Bertoli Lutrell, a Dominant who runs very intense scenes might be just what Dent needs. But just as Lutrell and Dent are beginning to make progress together, Dent is kidnapped.

Will he escape his captors in one piece? And if he does, will Luttrell be able to reach him after months of torture?

It's available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks


smutty excerpt:

"Tshaw. So skittish. I think we should just begin. Do you remember how we will always begin?"

"Yes, but. You just. We just did, a few hours..."

"We do it every time, my dear. Every single time." Lutrell smiled and nodded, beaming at him.

"Why?"

"To keep you clean, safe. To have something we can share."

He closed his eyes. Safe. Gods.

Lutrell hummed. Over that, Dent could hear the man getting the bowl, filling it with water. Dent tried to lose himself, thinking about business, money, numbers. Anything. Then the soft touches came, the warm, soapy cloth moving over his skin as Lutrell hummed and laughed. It was intimate. Relaxing. Peaceful.

He was cleaned, from top to bottom, rinsed and then the strange sensation of the alcohol came, making his skin cool and drying off immediately.

"There we are, all clean." One of Lutrell's hands wrapped around his prick, stroking him.

"It's cold." He was freezing.

"You're cold? Let me turn up the heat." Lutrell walked away, touched something on the wall and came back.  "I'll soon have you warmed up," Lutrell giggled. "I will."

"Thank you." He tried not to wince at the laugh.

"You see? All you have to do is ask."

His prick was taken again, encouraged to hardness. "I did. I asked you to let me go."

"Oh, but you didn't mean that."

Another sudden urge to laugh surprised him and he swallowed it back. Lutrell's laughter rang out for him.

"All right, now we will introduce you to the sound. It will be most wonderful."

"Will it hurt?" He needed to know.

Lutrell tilted his head. "It won't be comfortable, at least to start. And you will need to come and won't be able to until it is removed. But it will touch you the way nothing ever has, and when you come… oh, it might make even you laugh, Dent." Lutrell stroked his belly, touch warm but slightly off through the latex of Lutrell's glove.

"It doesn't sound funny." It sounded unnerving.

"A good orgasm is a thing of joy. And it does sound like that. The sound sounds, oh, that's good." Lutrell was off again, laughing away like a loon. "Oh, my dear, you do need to loosen up. You do."

"You are truly insane, Lutrell. You know that, don't you?"

"No, no. I assure you that I am not. Hercules would not have hired me if I was." Lutrell chuckled. "And you have distracted me enough. Time to begin, to bring your need to the surface." Lutrell fiddled with the instrument table and set a long thin silver rod and a tube of lube at the edge.

There was no way that thing was going in his cock. "It won't fit. It's too big."

"It's just a little one, my dear." Lutrell poked through stuff and picked up another one that was at least the size of one of his fingers. "Even this one will fit. But we'll work up to that."

His eyes felt like they were bugging out of his head and he couldn't have stopped the shudder.

Lutrell giggled. "One day you will beg me to use this one." The thick sound was put away, Lutrell picking up the lube and opening it.

"I won't." His balls were trying to draw up into his body.

Lutrell chuckled. "Oh, yes, you will."

A soft kiss was placed at the base of his cock and then Lutrell began to stroke him, thumb working the head of his cock as his body betrayed him. He moaned, fighting, trying not to get excited, hard. Trying not to want. It was no use, though. Lutrell's touch seemed inexorable, making his cock firm up.

"Such a beauty, my dear."

He groaned, his muscles tensing, his body fighting the ties, knowing they wouldn't budge.

"Oh, yes. Definitely a beauty." Lutrell chuckled and squirted out a generous dollop of lube, sliding it along his slit, slicking up the head of his cock.

He shook his head over and over, eyes shut, refusing to watch and wanting desperately to see all at once.

Sean

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TGIF

Just to prove how much the heat gets to me, I've totally forgotten about Humping Day and TGIF the last few weeks. So I shall make up for it a little bit with a trio of pics. 

Check out this back! Don't you just want to lick right there? The men living in my head sure do! Yum! 

How about this treasure trail? Rig would definitely follow it all the way from the throat, by the lovely pecs and through the six pack to belly button. (why yes, the dog tags made the Jarheads come to mind)

Then we have this lovely specimen. What a lovely tease. 

So TGIF and have an amazing weekend!

Sean

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Throwback Thursday - Personal Best

Mike and Jessy of Personal Best were the first of the Going for the Gold novels. They're into a little breath play, although there isn't any in the excerpt I chose, which is closer to the beginning of the book.

Personal Best

Mike could be a world class swimmer if he took care of himself better, so his team coach calls in a private trainer, up and coming hardass Jessy Turner. Jessy locks Mike down, putting him on a strict regimen that Mike resents a lot until he finds himself becoming a better swimmer for it.

The two of them resist their attraction to each other for as long as they can, but sooner or later they have to give into the heat between them. When things go wrong, though, can they, and their sports careers, survive the strain?

Buy links:
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smutty excerpt:

Okay. So.

Hot dogs.

Buns.

Chili.

Chips.

Twinkies.

Dude.

Mike packed the groceries in his saddlebags, shivering a little in his leather jacket. Man, he liked it being his night to cook.

He hurried home, the rain turning to sleet about halfway there, the traffic hideous and snarly. By the time he made it to the house, he had actually walked Bonzo the last mile, the roads slick enough to be dangerous. Jessy met him on the driveway, mouth tight, eyes worried.

"Your cell phone busted?"

He tilted his head, patting his pockets 'til he found his phone. "Don't have a signal, Coach. Damn, it's slicker than snot out here. I walked the last bit."

"I know, I thought you'd wiped out." Jessy grabbed Bonzo and wheeled her into the garage. "I bet you're an icicle. Go jump in the shower, I'll unload."

"No. I didn't want to risk a bad fall, you know?" His teeth were chattering. "Man, does the news say it's gonna be evil tomorrow?"

"Yeah, next couple three days. Go on. Get warm. Now."

He nodded, hurrying upstairs, stripping as he went. The shower felt good, and he turned the heat up, getting warm all the way through. Jessy eventually joined him, hands sliding over his skin, mouth finding his shoulder and sucking the water from it.

"Mmm... Hey. I bought... uh... supper stuff...." He arched, moaning low.

"Is that what you're calling Twinkies these days?"

"That's dessert, man. You said to get something I knew how to cook." He smiled at Jessy. He'd been good. No chocolate. No soda.

"I threw them out. I'll make butterscotch pudding." Jessy's fingers slid over his cheek, caressing.

"You..." He frowned. "But I was good."

"Did I say you weren't?"

"Well. No, but you threw our dessert out."

"It's not on your approved foods list, baby, that's all." Jessy chuckled. "Especially when coupled with hot dogs, chili and chips."

"Our other option was fried bologna sandwiches." He tried not to pout. Really. "Can we have whipped cream on the pudding?"

"If we have any -- you're not going back out." Jessy licked his lower lip. "I'm definitely going to have to teach you how to cook."

"I do okay. I can order pizza." He rubbed his nose against Jessy's. He didn't think he'd mind cooking, really. He liked doing things.

Jessy laughed and licked his lip again, tongue sliding into his mouth for just a moment. "You're not allowed pizza either, baby."

He chuckled, cuddling close. "Meanie."

"Oh, that doesn't make me a meanie. This," Jessy pinched his ass, "makes me a meanie."

"No pinching!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Be good or no chili dogs for you!"

"Can't have that -- how would I ever survive?"

Mike chuckled. "I don't know. You tossed the Twinkies."

Jessy laughed, goosing him. "Brat."

"Yours." He turned the water off, finding them both a towel.

Jessy looked at him for a moment, eyes serious. "Yes. You are."

He smiled, stepped forward for a kiss. "It's our first ice storm. Gonna keep me warm?"

"You know it, baby. You absolutely starving or can I convince you we need a pit stop in the bedroom first?"

"I'm never that hungry..." He shivered a little, tugged Jessy into the bedroom with the big, warm bed.

"Well, not for food anyway," murmured Jessy, pushing him down onto the bed and following.

He wrapped the comforter over Jessy’s back, legs wrapped around Jessy's waist. "You're better than food."

"Oh, baby, you do know how to make an old man feel special."

"Hey. My old man. Mine." He held Jessy tight. "You don't be mean."

Jessy chuckled. "Mean? Me? Never."

"No. No, you're not." Jessy was hard, but not mean.

Jessy's hand cupped his chin. "You're one of the first to say so, baby."

He tilted his head. "You aren't easy sometimes, but you love me. You take care of me." He understood how this worked.

Jessy nodded. "It all rests on you, baby -- you're everything. That's a hard truth. My job is to prepare you for that."

Jessy grinned suddenly, the smile seductive. "That, and this, too." Jessy's mouth moved slowly until their lips were touching.

He moaned, fingers sliding on Jessy's cheek, watching those warm eyes.

"Love you, baby."

"I know. Kiss me."

Jessy did, mouth taking his with obvious pleasure. He moaned, lips parting, tongue sliding against Jessy's. Jessy moved against him, tongue dancing with his, teasing and loving and good. They rocked, nice and steady, warm and cozy beneath the blanket.

Jessy whispered into his ear. "Rain, rain, go away..." The words matched the slow, easy movement of their bodies.

"Gonna be ice, Jess. Gonna be an excuse to snuggle tomorrow."

"You don't need an excuse for that, baby."

"No?" He smiled, heated all through. "Good."

Jessy kissed him hard. "No."

Another kiss, hard before it softened, Jessy's hips moving fast, solid on his. Mike arched, rubbing, meeting Jessy's passion head-on. Jessy's fingers slid down his body, going behind his balls and teasing, slick.

Mike nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, please. I want."

Two fingers slid right into him, Jessy going straight for his gland.

"Oh!" He arched up, hips rocking to feel the spark, the rush again.

"Hedonist." The accusation was fond, almost sweet, accompanied by another peg to his gland.

"Uh...uh-huh." He could be one of those. Sure. Just don't stop.

Jessy slid in another finger, stretching him wide.

Oh...

He stretched, arched. "So full."

"Just wait, baby. It'll be me in a moment."

"Oh. Please. Yes. You."

Jessy's fingers slid out, replaced a moment later by the hard, blunt heat of Jessy's cock. They were still surrounded by the blanket, Jessy stretching him, spreading him wide. Jessy moaned, body moving slow and easy.

Oh, Jessy just warmed him all through.

"Baby, you feel so good."

"You make me warm..." Mike nodded, leaned up for a kiss.

"Not warm, you're hot." Jessy smiled, hips moving, working.

He chuckled, meeting each thrust. "So funny..."

Jessy just purred, fingers of one hand sliding across his nipple.

"Oh..." He nipped Jessy's lip. "More?"

"Yeah, baby." Jessy moved harder, faster, cock pushing into Mike again and again, the fingers teasing his nipple getting more serious, pinching and flicking and rubbing.

Mike reached down, pumping his own cock, driving himself hard.

"So good, baby." Jessy bent and licked at Mike’s lips before pushing his tongue in and fucking Mike’s mouth.

He arched, balls drawing tight.

Jessy broke the kiss and licked across his lips. "That's it, baby. I want to feel you on my cock."

Oh. Oh. Mike whimpered, bearing down on Jessy's cock, balls emptying.

Jessy groaned. "Yeah. Yeah, baby." Two more thrusts, jerky and hard, and Jessy filled him deep.

Sean
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Now Out - Lemon Drops!

Lemon Drops has been re-released by Resplendence Publishing!

Lemon Drops

Denny and Cain are back and learning all about each other, playing games that make Cain blush and make Denny as happy as he's ever been. They're getting along great, but Cain doesn't want Denny to think he needs financial support.


When Cain gets even deeper into money trouble, he hesitates to tell Denny, even though he wants to. He knows he's in love, but he's just not sure he can trust what he feels. Can Denny convince Cain that what they have is real?

Get it here!

smutty excerpt:

Denny tugged Cain inside, dropping the groceries at the door and taking that sweet mouth, pushing Cain up against the wall as they kissed. Those lips opened for him, letting him in, only the barest five o'clock shadow tickling him.
He pressed up against Cain, the man's body hot, solid, and just right against his own. Cain responded easily, eagerly, cock growing hard against his hip. He started working Cain's shirt off, one button at a time, fingers teasing Cain's skin as it was bared. The thin chest was bare from their games two days ago, leaving one nipple pierced with a tiny barbell for him to touch. He would show his lover so many things, so much.
His fingertips danced on the warm, bare skin, one finger moving the barbell. It was healed enough to touch, to taste, to tug and make Cain cry out and twist and reach for him.
"So sexy, darlin'. You make me so hard." He pushed his cock against Cain's lower belly.
"...I'm glad, Denny. I'm glad." Cain chased his mouth, moaning as he took one hard kiss after another.
Pushing his hand down between them, Danny undid the button then pulled down the zipper of Cain's jeans. The stubble there fascinated his fingers, tickled them, teased them. It needed shaving down here. Still, it was quite the sensation, to go from that stubble to the smooth, silk heat of Cain's prick.
"Mmm." Cain licked at his lips, hips rolling and shifting against his hand.
He wrapped his hand around that heat and tugged slowly, thumb sliding across the tip. "I want to do you up against the wall."
"Okay. Am I tall enough?" Cain gasped, teeth scraping his lip.
"I can bend my knees, darlin'." He tugged Cain's jeans down past his hips. "Better get these off, though."
"Yes. Yes, Denny. Please." The jeans were shoved down, that hard cock bobbing for him.
Denny pulled off his own jeans while Cain toed off his sneakers and stepped out of his jeans, and that was when Denny pounced, flipping Cain to face the wall. He pressed his naked lover up against it, teeth worrying the top of Cain's spine. So sensitive, Cain jerked, flattening against the wall.
Groaning, he spread Cain's ass cheeks, thumbs sliding along the hot crack, stopping to tease the tightly closed hole. Cain's moan echoed up along the wall, ass jerking. "I don't have any slick handy. Whatever shall I do?" He pushed the tip of one thumb in, just opening Cain's ass.
"I...Oh. Denny. I feel you."
"I certainly hope so." Chuckling, he slid slowly to his knees, letting his lips drag along Cain's spine the whole way down.

Sean

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Movie Tuesday

I saw two movies at the theatre this week. Minions and Antman.

OMG Minions. I loved this movie. I really did. I loved Kevin and Stuart and Bob. I loved Bob's Teddy Tim and his new rat friend. I loved the way they spoke. I loved "Buddies!" and how awesome is it that they're cry of celebration was "Kum-ba-ya!" but with the emphasis on the not usual syllable?

The story was good silly fun. The minions were good silly fun. It is a most enjoyable way to spend a couple of hours.

And the last preview we saw was for The Secret Life of Pets by the same people who'd done Minions and I have to say that it had me laughing out loud as well and I'm looking forward to it next year.

Minions was in 3D, which I do enjoy, although it always takes me a couple of minutes at the beginning to get used to it - there's always a moment or three of disorientation right after I stick them on.

Antman on the other hand was at the IMAX and it takes me several moments more to get used to the ultra 3D with those. Once I do, though, I love the IMAX experience.

I enjoyed this movie a lot. I loved the humor mixed in with the action -- that's always a plus for me. It was fun having it set in the Avengers universe too. I don't know why I didn't realize it would be - perhaps because I knew I was going to see it and so avoided the trailers for it like the plague. I do not like spoilers and if I know I'm going to a movie, I don't see any point in watching the previews. Oh, sure, if it's one I don't know about, the trailers can definitely hook me, but even then I find they just go on for far too long and tell too much of the story.

Anyway. that didn't happen with Antman because I had not seen the trailers so I was basically unspoiled.

The storyline worked, I liked the parallels between the two fathers with their daughters. There were lots of characters who had shades. The most black and white character was the villain and even he had a backstory for why he was doing what he was doing.

I loved the use of the ants in this movie as well. They totally rocked and I was almost as fond of Antony as Antman himself was.

I recommend both movies for an entertaining couple of hours.

Sean
smut fixes everything

My God It's Monday

So here are some random things.

It's another hot one out there. I shall once again be hiding inside with the AC turned down low (or up high? I mean it's making it colder, but it's working harder to do so... language is fun, eh?)

Had a busy week last week, looks to be another busy one this week. I have more stories on the go than is probably good for my sanity, but I've never said I wasn't nuts already, so.

Lemon Drops is coming out from Resplendence this week. The next two books in the series -- Sweettarts and Licorice Whips will be combined and out in September.

I do love the color purple. Especially the deep, dark purples.

It's been a while since I had a good steak and I'm starting to get a craving. Will have to have one soon, whether at home or at a restaurant.

This heat makes me sleepy and yet I can't sleep in it. Stupid heat.

46 years ago today mankind first landed on the moon. And now we've just had our first close-up pictures of Pluto. I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up. I still do.

Okay, the todo list is a little scary and I have a dozen pairs of men riding my butt, so I'd better get to it.

Good luck with your Monday!


Sean
smut fixes everything

The 411 on Healing Fire

The new background on the blog is the cover for Healing Fire my next book coming out from All Romance Ebooks that features dragon shifters! I had a real yen to write some dragons and these guys were the ones to step up and share their story.

Healing Fire

Prince Jules lives a very simple life. The least favorite of the Dragon King’s children, he is banished to his rooms where he wiles away his days going on amazing adventures through his books, with only his bodyguard Mabon as company. He has never left the palace, he’s never shifted into his dragon form, he’s never done anything.

Dragon shifter Lem has trained all his life to be a bodyguard, and when the Graithen attack, it is he who sounds the alarm. The Graithen are repelled, but not before Lem’s mentor and Jules’s bodyguard are killed.

Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince’s new bodyguard. They share in common the belief that the death of Mabon is their fault, but Lem is determined to keep Jules safe from any harm, even that which comes from Jules himself.

As they get to know each other, Lem grows to hate the way Jules is hidden away like a dirty little secret and he longs to take Jules away from the castle to visit the mountains, to learn to fly. As his dislike for Jules’s circumstances grow, so does his love for Jules himself, but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules’s life.

When the Graithen attack again, everything changes for Lem and Jules.

This will be available at All Romance Ebooks on August 1, and should actually be available to pre-order in a week or so.

excerpt of the non-smutty variety (hey, it happens!):

Jules woke a ten day after Mabon passed. He went from the hospital to his quarters, refusing to speak, to eat. Nothing. His heart was broken, and his body ached.

There was a knock at his door, then it opened, the captain of the guard coming in.
“Your bodyguard is here, Your Highness.”

He stared, his heart pounding furiously. What? What? His Mabon lived?

The captain stepped aside, and a tall, broad man with a square face, who was definitely not Mabon, walked in.

The man came up to him and stopped abruptly. “Lem, reporting for duty, Your Highness.”

No. No, this was not Mabon. Jules stood up and opened his door, pointed to the hall. No.

“I will not leave unless you do, sire.”

“He is yours, Highness,” the captain told him. “Your father has ordered it.” With that the captain bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

Jules shook his head, then turned to his bedroom. No. No. Mabon was his guard. Before he could close the door behind him, Lem was through it, right at his heels. He shook his head, shoved the man away. No. Lem stepped back next to him.

“I am your bodyguard, whether you wish it or not.”

“My bodyguard is Mabon.” His voice was destroyed, raw.

“I am sorry, sire. Truly.”

“Go. Please.” He needed peace. Silence. Mabon.

“I cannot.” Lem stood, hands at his sides, back straight.

Jules crept back into the shadows, curled into the bedding, and hid. He would stay in his nest, lest he burned anyone else. Lem moved to stand next to his nest, silent and tall.

The only safe space in all the world was gone.

Nonetheless, silent and still, Lem remained.

Sean

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Smutterday - The Briar Rose: Blended Family

And one last smutterday entry -- it has been a week since I last posted and I missed smutterday yesterday, so this should make up for such things...

The Briar Rose: Blended Family

Matt and Adam are back and this time they’re welcoming two established Master/sub pairs who want to play together. Without ruining their friendship.

Subs Peter and Max have been best friends forever, since before they met their masters. They were lovers once, but both men needed the influence of a Dom to stay on an even keel. Happily in love with their masters, Devon and Swan, the boys nonetheless want more.

Devon and Swan care deeply for each other and are willing to give becoming something more a try and the Briar Rose seems like the perfect place to give it a go. As neutral ground, if things go wrong, they should be able to put the whole thing behind them and go back to their lives as simply friends.

Can Devon, Peter, Swan, and Max become the blended family they yearn to be?

Buy links:
publisher
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smutty excerpt:

Max and Peter kissed, their cocks rubbing together. Peter pushed him toward the bed, dropping hot, hungry kisses all over his face. Max sat down, pulled Peter along with him. Peter straddled him and suddenly they were in the same position they'd been out on the balcony. Moaning, Peter touched his nipples.

"Oh. Ache. They ache, Peter."

"They're so hot, Maxie. You should get them pierced."

He touched Peter's nipple, the gold ring so smooth. "My master likes them like they are."

Peter pushed him back onto the bed and licked at the right one, tongue gentle, but hot, making them ache even more. Max moaned and bucked a little, then spread to offer his hole to Peter's cock.

"We should make it last," Peter suggested.

"So long as you touch me."

"I'm going to touch you all over."

Peter kissed him again, fingers dragging on his skin. Max did the same, remembering the hot spot in the hollow of Peter's throat, the curve of his elbow, the small of his back. Peter jerked and moaned, rubbed against him.

He forgot about their audience, about anything but the touching, the fun, the joy. Peter was his first love, his best friend. It was a little bit like magic, getting this back again.

They licked and nibbled, and he explored the rings in Peter's nipple, the one in the tip of his cock. One day he might get one, if he could still have his jewelry, his plugs. He loved the way Peter gasped when he touched the ring in his cock.

"Is it good?"

"God yes. Tug it."

So Max pulled, sure but steady.

Peter's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned.

"I'm going to feel that, inside me."

Peter whimpered for him. "Oh God, yes. Please. I haven't felt that in so long."

"Take me? Please."

"I need lube, honey."

A bottle of it landed on the bed beside them.

"Thanks!" Peter beamed at Max. "Spread 'em, Max!"

Peter made him laugh, so hard.

Max spread his legs for Peter, eager to feel that ring inside him. His laughter faded as Peter's fingers pressed in deep, stretching him. Peter touched his cock with his other hand, fingers outlining his shape. He reached up and arched, bowing up off the bed. Moaning, Peter pushed his fingers in deeper, and the sound was echoed by their masters.

"Please." So good. So very good.

"Touch me, Max? I need to be more slippery."

"Uh-huh. Lube. Please. Lube."

Peter passed him the bottle, grinning at him. "You're all needy and shit."

"I am. Your fault!"

"Guilty as charged!" He slicked his fingers and got Peter good and wet.

"Okay, okay, stop!" Peter laughed, pulling away from his touch. "You're gonna make me pop."

"Not until you take me." He tugged Peter's balls.

"Hey!"

"You said you were close!"

"Boys." Devon's voice was stern.

Peter started giggling. Max started laughing, too, because this was neat, joyful. Real.

"Okay, I'm not gonna pop so fast now." Peter pushed his legs apart.

Max moaned softly and spread wide, grabbing his knees.

"Been so long," murmured Peter.

"Uh-huh. Love you. Still."

"Always, Maxie."

Peter's long cock pushed at his hole, the head popping in. Peter moaned, the look on his face pure bliss.

"Our beautiful boys," murmured Devon.

"Perfect," Swan answered.

Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Staff

Velvet Staff is comprised of two short stories featuring Moffat (the cook) and Piotr (the DJ) who work at the Velvet Glove and are lovers. These two pieces appeared on the Turn of the Screw subscription service, but this is their first time available as an ebook. This reprint is selfpubbed.

Velvet Staff

Velvet Glove Chef Moffat and DJ Piotr aren't into BDSM, but that doesn't stop the lovers from working at the club. Work keeps them busy, and sometimes it's hard to find time to be together.

Whenever Moffat can't be apart a moment longer and goes searching out his lover, though, Piotr is more than ready to drop what he's doing to make love.

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

Moffat pushed Pit down onto the bed, undoing his belt and opening his leather pants, letting his cock spring free. Pit bounced, eyes sliding over Moffat's body, lingering over his cock like a physical touch.

He didn't bother undressing further, just climbed onto the bed between Pit's legs. "Suck me. Get me good and wet because that's all the help there's gonna be."

"Pushy bastard." Pit shifted, moving until that hungry little mouth could work on him, get him off, get him good and wet.

He didn't have an answer for Pit's accusation. For one thing, it was hard to think while Pit sucked him off. For another, the man had a point. Of course you had to be pushy around Pit if you wanted more than music out of him.

Moffat pulled out before he went off and pushed Pit's legs up and back and lined up with that sweet little hole.

"Oh... Hard, love. Hard and deep." Demanding sexy bastard.

"Now who's the pushy one, Pit?"

He teased for only a moment, resting against the greedy hole and then he pushed in hard and deep, just like Pit wanted. Just like they both needed.

Sean

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Smutterday - Velvet Dragon

I've re-released Velvet Dragon as a selfpub :)

Velvet Dragon

Serius is an expert in whipping; his beauty is a riding crop, but he's an expert with all manner of whips, floggers and paddles. He's also a man looking for someone special to be his sub; he believes in order, discipline, submission, but he also wants a challenge. When Hercules promises him the perfect sub in exchange for his working at the exclusive Velvet Glove, Serius believes it's possible he just might find the man he's looking for.

Dragonne has the appearance of the perfect sub, but the truth is he's never truly submitted. He's never been pushed past his boundaries, never had to use his safeword, never been broken. He has built a wall of control around his core, and wonders if anyone can breach it. Can these two men find what they're looking for in each other?

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

It wasn't very long before they were in the lift again, heading up to their rooms.

"I am thirsty, Leung."

He nodded, sipping the no-longer cold drink, stepping close to give Serius his lips. Serius' hand came up and took him by his queue, tilting his head before covering his mouth with hot, red lips. He jerked, surprised by the touch, by the unconcerned possession in that hand. His lips parted, though, immediately, eagerly.

Serius lapped at the liquid in Leung's mouth, drinking his fill. Leung moaned softly, lips open, offering Serius his desire. Serius turned the lapping into a kiss, tongue plundering his mouth. He gasped, moaned into the kiss, cock filling, eager.

The lift came to a stop, doors opening, and Serius broke the kiss and put a hand at the small of his back, guiding him out of the lift and down the hall. Goose pimples rose over his flesh, the motion of his queue against his shoulders enough to make him shiver.

Serius opened the door, guiding him in. The hand at his back slid in small circles. His entire focus was that hand, that touch. Serius tilted his face again, mouth closing over his. Leung met those stone grey eyes, hands fluttering, unsure whether he was allowed to touch.

Serius just kept kissing, one hand in the small of his back, the other again holding his queue. Those eyes stared into him. His head jerked a little, the sensation unusual, distracting. Serius' hand tightened on his hair, tilting his head further back. He groaned, spine stiffening before he relaxed into the sensation.

His mouth was plundered, Serius' tongue pushing in, owning him. His hands found Serius' shoulders, holding on, room spinning. Serius just kept kissing him, making him breathless and light-headed, holding him slightly bent back. He was off-center, unbalanced, unable to find a rhythm and settle himself.

Serius didn't seem inclined to stop, the kisses growing more and more intense. Leung moaned and gasped, fingers holding on tight, body drowning in sensation. Sharp teeth nibbled at his lower lip, not quite causing pain, just threatening it, the sensations soothed by that hot tongue. His shaft was hard, full, aching and throbbing against the silk, his balls heavy.

Serius' teeth moved from grazing to biting, the pain sharp but brief. He groaned, feet shifting to keep him balanced, help him center. Serius just pushed him further off-balance, holding him by his back and head, bent over the air. He tensed, heart pounding, eyes meeting Serius' as his body fought the illusion of falling.

"I have you, Leung," Serius told him, eyes implacable.

He nodded, trying to relax, to trust, telling himself that the worst that could happen was a short drop. So difficult, so strange -- he was practiced in controlling himself, not in trusting another.

The kisses and sharp bites continued, Serius' tongue and teeth invading, taking. It was unnerving and arousing and frightening and heady all at once. He could not relax enough to center, couldn't breathe enough to focus. It just went on and on, Serius seeming intent on spending the rest of the night driving him mad.

Leung couldn't figure out what to do, so, true to his training, he stopped fighting, allowed Serius to have whatever the man could take. Serius seemed to know the moment he stopped fighting, and the invasion became more intense, long fingertips sliding across the nerves in the small of his back, hot through the silk.

Purring, his body rippled with pure need, muscles seeming to clench and relax in slow waves. His fingers relaxed, hands sliding over Serius' shoulders. His tongue was tugged into Serius' mouth, sucked on. Oh. He pressed against Serius, hands sliding down the strong back, so aroused, so wanton.
Serius' fingers continued to slide in circles in the small of his back, the skin becoming more and more sensitive. Shivering, his body moved in time with those touches, finding Serius' rhythm naturally. His tongue was released, Serius' entering his mouth, fucking him with short jabs. He was caught between tongue and hand, focus split.

Serius' tongue pressed deeper and deeper, sliding against his own. He fought the urge to come, unsure if he should, so focused on Serius and Serius' will. Serius' fingernails scrapped against the most sensitive spot on his lower back, tongue pushing in hard.

Leung came with a soft cry, surprised and overwhelmed and more aroused than he could comprehend.

Sean
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Smutterday - The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel is a bratty sub and I have to tell you that I had an absolute blast writing him :)

This one is also just recently re-released as a self-pub, so I wanted to do a smutty excerpt of it, too.

The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel seems spoiled and bratty, but what he needs is a firm hand. Zane has been watching Daniel for a long time, and he thinks he knows just what to do. He takes Daniel on, but can he prove that he can see what Daniel needs? Or will Daniel's acting out prove to be even more than Zane can handle?

You can find it at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

He was in the elevator on his way up when he wondered if he should change his outfit. Baldy had been rather disparaging about it, on top of everything else.

No. He wouldn't go out of his way even an inch for that man.

He used the card to open the door and walked in as if he owned the place. If Baldy was asleep, not there or with someone else? It was over. No matter how bored he was.
Or how intriguing those dark eyes had been.

Heat pressed against his back as a blindfold covered his eyes, sending the plain room black. "Hello, Poppet. Thank you for coming."

Oh....

"It was a slow night." His heart wasn't in the insult, though, and it was everything he could do not to melt into Baldy's heat.

"Mmm..." One long hand stroked down his chest, unfastening his jumpsuit, fingers just teasing along his shaft.

"I don't even know your name," he breathed, a ripple going through him.

"You'll remember me, though. I promise you." The heat against him intensified, Baldy's body hot and hard and fine behind him.

He did melt against the man this time. He had a suspicion Baldy was right. His whole body was tingling, waiting, anticipating.

His ear was nuzzled, his clothes slowly worked off, the heat behind him solid, the touches to his belly light and infuriating and arousing.

"You said you were going to make me scream and all you're doing is teasing me."

"Daniel? Shut up and pay attention."

They took a few steps forward, Baldy moving him easily. Bending him over a soft settee. Fastening his wrists with leather.

"Oooo, kinky." A pillow slid under his hips, then his ankles were bound, Baldy not saying a word. "Very kinky." His words were a little less sassy, a little more husky and he was forgetting just why he was talking back to Baldy in the first place.

"Do you need to be gagged, Poppet?" The words came as two hands landed on his ass, thumbs pressing at his hole.

He shivered, whimpered. "No. I'll be good."

"Good boy." He felt the slick touch around his hole. "Very good boy."

He moaned, pushing back into the touch. Baldy's hands were big, fingers large. It felt good. Two slick fingers slid deep, pushing in hard and then disappearing, only to slam in again. He whimpered, tried to spread his legs, but couldn't.

One hot hand settled on the small of his back, hard and sure, thumb and forefinger holding him open. So strong. God. One-handed -- holding him open with one hand and fucking him with the other.

Baldy was right -- if he'd missed this he'd have regretted it.

Then. Oh, Lord. Hot and so wide and stretching him inexorably. His groan was pushed out from him by that huge cock. Sparks flashed behind his eyelids as Baldy filled him, spreading him wide and pressing in so fucking deep, branding him.

His fingers grasped at the cushions, his mouth open on soundless breaths.

Sean

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Smutterday - The Tutor

I just re-released this book as a self-pub :)

The Tutor

Peter is used to guys coming and going. College is all about experimentation, after all, and Kai is new to the whole experience. Still, he's more than willing to help Kai learn all of the ins and outs of college life, even if the kid leaves in the end.

Kai is a lot less fickle than Peter thinks, though, and is curious about everything his new tutor can teach him, in and out of the classroom.

Can these two make the grade?

You can pick it up at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

"Oh, man, I bet it's hard to be gay in Oklahoma," Peter noted. He smiled encouragingly at Kai. If he leaned in any closer he'd be initiating the kiss and he wasn't sure Kai was ready for it yet, and he didn't want to freak the kid out.

"Hard?" Kai just laughed. "Try impossible."

"It's like that in a lot of places. College isn't one of them though. We've got a really active GLBT group here and everyone's pretty liberal. There was a bashing a couple years ago and the kids involved got expelled and there was nearly a riot when they showed their faces before getting the hell out of Dodge."

He touched a single finger to the corner of Kai's lips, just for a moment. "That's a great smile you've got."

Kai went a sweet rose, head ducking, tongue flicking out to touch his finger. "Thanks."

Oh, that touch of warm, wet tongue went straight to his already interested cock. "You're welcome," he whispered. He rubbed their noses together, their lips so close he could feel Kai's breath on his.

Kai blinked at him, then pressed their lips together, taking a quick, quick kiss. He hummed a little and licked his lips. Yeah, Kai tasted spicy, too. It was good.

He initiated the next kiss, tongue teasing at Kai's lips, wanting a full on taste. Kai gasped, lips parting, leaving his for a second, then pressing close again. He moaned softly, letting the sound fill Kai's mouth first before gently slipping in his tongue.

Kai kept those dark eyes open, watching him, just sort of drinking him in. It was heady, that stare. And so was the taste that slid on his tongue, filling his mouth.

He reached out, fingers sliding through the long dark hair. Silk. Shit. The kid was just ripe, ready for touching. Moaning, he pushed his tongue deeper, learning the inside of Kai's mouth. Kai's hands slid up along his arms, squeezing his shoulders, holding on. Yeah, that was it, hold on, Kai, lets go for a ride...

His free hand slid across Kai's cheek, down to his jaw and along to his neck. So warm. Kai groaned, swallowing under his fingers. He stroked Kai's Adam's apple gently before letting his fingers wander down lower, teasing at the buttons on Kai's shirt.

"I... Oh." Kai made a soft purring sound, pushed into his touch. "I haven't..."

"Ever?" he asked. Damn, the boy was a virgin. There was a god of overworked gay grad students.

"We don't have to. If you don't want."

"Ever. I... It's hard to, when there's nobody else like you."

He nodded. Yeah, he could understand that. His fingers slid along those sharp cheekbones. "Do you want to?" He didn't want to push. Well, not too hard anyway.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want to."

Sean 

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Mashing Out at the Distributors!

Mashing, the third Beer & Clay book is now out at the distributors. (And if you haven't started the series yet, you have until July 10 to download the first book of the series, Malting, for free on Amazon. Yes, for FREE!

Beer & Clay: Mashing

Life is good for Toby and Damon—maybe too good. What happens when someone seems intent on destroying their happiness?

Toby and Damon are growing closer every day, with Toby recovering from the shot to his shoulder and Damon trying to keep him from pushing too hard too fast. Things are good between them.

They’re even better in the bedroom, where Toby is learning all sorts of new things and Damon is happily pushing his limits.

They’ve almost forgotten that someone doesn’t seem as happy with their closeness as they are, when Toby walks into his studio to find it trashed and his little apartment ransacked. Are the authorities going to be able to apprehend the culprit before Toby decides the best course of action is to remove himself from the equation?

Distributor buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


smutty excerpt:

Damon hummed and licked his lips. “This should definitely go on the menu during the winter, eh?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s so filling.”

“And tasty. I’ve always had a thing for fresh bread.” Damon’s foot slid along the inside of his.

“It’s great.” Damon was great.

“Uh-huh.” Damon was smiling at him, foot climbing higher along his leg.

“We’re eating,” Toby pointed out, eyes wide as he stared at his lover.

“We’re almost done, aren’t we?” Damon asked.

“Uh-huh.” He grabbed another slice of bread and buttered it.

Damon’s foot just kept moving up higher.

“You want some jam?” Toby was grateful his voice hadn’t wobbled.

“No.” Damon grinned, foot on at the inside of his thighs now, rubbing.

“No?” He ate his bread, muscles jerking, barely holding onto the conversation.

“No.” Damon’s gaze held his, even as that foot pressed closer to his cock.

“Damon…”

“Yes, baby?”

“We’re being naughty at the dinner table,” Toby pointed out. He was pretty sure Damon already knew that.

Damon didn’t even try to deny it. “Mmm. We are indeed. Or at least I am.”

“Eat your stew.”

“I’ve had enough.” Damon’s foot curled around his cock.

“Damon!” Toby jumped, his thighs hitting the top of the table.

“Easy, baby.” Damon did not stop, foot beneath the towel, touching him.

“You’re…” He started giggling.

One of Damon’s eyebrows rose. “That’s not exactly the reaction I’m going for here.”

“You loved on my cock with your foot!” It sounded crazy, when he said it out loud like that.

“Yes—loved on! Not tickled.”

“Still…” God, he was stupidly in love.

“No still about it.” Damon’s foot rubbed his cock again.

“This is perverse.” Toby reached down and pinched Damon’s toes.

“Ow!” Damon curled his foot around Toby’s cock. “I love that word. I love giving you reason to use it, too.”

“Perverse man.” He grabbed Damon’s foot and started tickling.

“Toby!” Damon pulled his foot away, laughing.

Toby gave Damon his best innocent look.

“Put your hands on the table,” Damon told him.

“Hmm?” He lifted his hands and set them on the table, palms down.

“Now leave them there,” Damon ordered, and proceeded to press his foot against Toby’s cock again.

“But…” Toby shook his head, scooted back.

“You aren’t enjoying it?”

“I don’t know. I’m…feeling it.” Toby felt so many things now that he was with Damon. New and strange and usually wonderful.

“Come back to the table then. I think you need to feel it some more.”

“You do the most wicked things.” Toby tried not to worry about how much he liked wicked.

“This is only a little wicked.”

Damon’s words had him fighting his smile. “Feels like, maybe, medium wicked.”

“Does it?” Damon’s foot returned to his crotch.

“Uh-huh.” Toby reached down for Damon’s foot again.

“No, baby. No touching.”

“But…” His hands fluttered, like they couldn’t decide what to do.

“Put those on the table and let me be wicked.” Damon curled his toes, rubbing Toby’s cock.

His hips rolled up, pushing his cock into Damon’s touch. He couldn’t have stopped the motion if he’d tried. He didn’t try.

Sean

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My God It's Monday

I had visitors come in on Monday last week and stay through to Friday. Wow, it's amazing how quickly you can get behind if you do only an hour or two of stuff in the morning before everyone wakes up. As a result I am running like mad just to catch up to last week.

One of my publishers, Totally Bound, is opening an LGBT arm of the company and they launch tomorrow. There's a launch party for it tomorrow on Facebook, starting at 11 am (EDT) and running 24 hours. I'll be popping in and out and would love to see some familiar faces. There's going to be lots of prizes, including ebooks copies of Malting, Milling and Mashing for one lucky commenter!

The party is happening here.

The new site for m/m books is here and all the books (including my backlist) will be available at a 25% discount!

Also, if you haven't picked up any of the books in my Beer & Clay series, yet, the first one - Malting - will be available for free on Amazon for a couple of days to celebrate the release of the third book Mashing. (The second book is Milling and it's available on Amazon here.) Anyway, I think that starts tomorrow.


Speaking of Mashing -- it looks like it's available a little early at Amazon. If you've been waiting to get your copy for the kindle, now you can! It should be available at the other distributors by tomorrow morning.

Beer & Clay 3: Mashing

Life is good for Toby and Damon—maybe too good. What happens when someone seems intent on destroying their happiness?

Toby and Damon are growing closer every day, with Toby recovering from the shot to his shoulder and Damon trying to keep him from pushing too hard too fast. Things are good between them.

They’re even better in the bedroom, where Toby is learning all sorts of new things and Damon is happily pushing his limits.

They’ve almost forgotten that someone doesn’t seem as happy with their closeness as they are, when Toby walks into his studio to find it trashed and his little apartment ransacked. Are the authorities going to be able to apprehend the culprit before Toby decides the best course of action is to remove himself from the equation?

I'll post the link for All Romance Ebooks when I have it!

Okay, I have to get back to it - there's no rest for the wicked!


Sean
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Snippet Sunday

I know it's traditionally Six Sentence Sunday, but  I didn't want to cut this particular bit down to shorter than this.

Grant, Mark and Ting star in a story I'm working on that doesn't actually have a deadline. They are naughty, sneaky boys.

snippet

Mark went back to work on the Popsicle, the huge wide base stretching Mark's lips.

"Oh, damn Ting. Are you watching this?" Grant asked.

"Uh-huh?" Ting didn't even have breath.

Mark's eyebrows lifted in an obvious question.

 Grant shook his head. "You're oblivious, aren't you?"

"About what?"

Grant laughed, the sound somewhat breathless. "The way you go down on that Popsicle is inspiring."


Happy end of the weekend,
Sean
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Smutterday - Swimming Trunks, The Personal Best Shorts

When I had to come up with a title for the Personal Best short stories compilation for self-publishing, I couldn't resist the pun of trunks/shorts and the fact that swimming trunks worked well with a stories about a swimmer and his coach! If you haven't read about Mike and Jessy yet -- they have three novels: Personal Best, Personal Best II and Personal Best III.

Swimming Trunks, The Personal Best Shorts

Swimmer Mike and his Coach Jessy from the Personal Best novels are featured in this collection of three short stories that celebrate moments in their lives.

Stories include: Love and Swimming, Halloween Birthday and Ramping Up.


Available on All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.



smutty excerpt:

Jessy slung his arm around his lover, walking them to the door, getting it open and them through it before he gave into the urge to tilt that head toward his, mouth closing over Mike's. Oh, that was good. Mike opened right up, body pushing into his and rubbing, all that energy focused on him.

He pushed the door closed, not even hearing the slam when it shut as his tongue slid into Mike's mouth, tasting his baby. Mike's hands wrapped around his shoulders, those dark eyes open and watching him, loving him as they kissed.

Moaning, he rubbed against Mike, finding his lover as hard as he was. "Christ. Need you, baby."

"Yours." Mike nipped his bottom lip, nodded, fingers tugging at his shirt. "Yours."

He growled a little. "Yeah, baby. Mine." Yeah. He helped Mike get his shirt off, helped Mike undo his jeans and push them down. "Gonna suck me, baby?"

"Gonna make me fly after?" Mike's words were challenging, but his lover was already sliding down, lips parted.

"You know it." He groaned, pushing his cock so it slid along Mike's cheek.

"Jess... Smell so hot."

He loved watching Mike's eyes, Mike's hunger. "Hot for you, baby." Jessy slid his hands through Mike's spiky hair, guiding Mike's mouth. His baby took him in, lips sliding right down along his cock, hot and eager. "Christ. Yes."

Jessy moaned, hips starting to move immediately, driving his cock into the back of Mike's throat. Mike moaned, swallowed, let him in deep, let him push and push. He leaned his hands against the wall, eyes rolling as his hips worked his cock in and out of Mike's mouth. Mike's hands were on his ass, encouraging him, tugging him in deeper. Moaning, he thrust harder, faster, the pleasure just shooting through him. Mike swallowed around the tip of his cock, insisting, demanding his orgasm, eyes just shining.

"Baby!" Jessy cried out, hips jerking as he came hard, the sensations shaking his body. Mike drank him down, lips and tongue making his pleasure last. His hands dropped down to Mike's head, stroking the short hair. "Mmm... love you, baby."

Mike sucked the tip of his cock, purring. "Love you."

A shudder moved through him and his hand squeezed Mike's shoulder. "Let’s get upstairs, baby. Before I take you right here."

"Playroom or our room, Jess?"

"You choose, baby. I just want you."

“Playroom.” Mike chuckled. "Then the pool. I'll do laps after. I'm hyped."

"You don't think I can fuck you into oblivion?"

Sean 

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