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Saturday, October 31, 2015

A little Halloween naughtiness!

The King of Halloween
By Sean Michael

Jack adored Halloween Night. It was the only night of the year he was allowed out to mingle among the humans and he took full advantage of it. He got to wear his best suit and top hat, and his cape fluttered around him, blowing in the breeze. His skull topped cane shone in the moonlight.

He knew he looked good; he'd primped and preened for hours, waiting for dusk to fall. He'd picked a large city -- he almost always did as the pickings were better and he was likely to run into all sorts.

He walked among the humans as if he was one himself, grinning at the costumes and looking beyond to see what kind of nature was hidden beneath them.
He gave one wicked devil a kiss, just stopped the man in the street and cupped his face, drawing him in. He swept his tongue through the devil's mouth, and fucked it a few times before letting go. It earned him a gasp and a soft moan and he waved as he moved on.

He needed a blow-job to take the edge off, then he would look for an innocent to debauch.

There was a group of three coming toward him. The devil and angel were clearly together -- their costumes a perfect match. Their friend however, was on his own, single and very horny -- hoping to get lucky tonight, or his name wasn't Jack, King of Halloween.

Jack grinned as he approached, smiling at the devil and angel before cupping the cheek of the lovely boy in the French Maid costume.

"Duck into this alley with me -- the night is young and you'll get to your party with plenty of time to find someone to spend the rest of it with."

The huge dark eyes held no argument. In fact, they were filled with a decadent hunger, one he could sip from for eons. Perfect.

"He'll catch up," Jack told the man's companions and waved, sending a little bit of ease their way so they wouldn't question it.

Then he took his little French Maid into the alley, finding a doorway to slip into and hide from the street. "And what do they call you, my pretty boy?"

"Sammy. I'm a Sammy."

Jack could feel that sweet cock filling under Sammy's skirt. "Yes, you are, aren't you?"

Cupping Sammy's chin, he took a kiss. A lightning bolt of pure pleasure shot between them, Sammy's low cry splitting the air.

Oh, this was most unexpected and most welcome. Jack pulled Sammy to him, deepening the kiss. How utterly delicious.

Grabbing hold of Sammy's ass, he squeezed the twin globes. They fit perfectly in his hands, as if Sammy had been made for him. Groaning, he tugged Sammy in even tighter, rubbing their cocks together as he fucked Sammy's sweet mouth with his tongue.

He'd expected to find pleasure, but this felt like so much more.

Jack tore the gauzy fishnets, baring Sammy's sweet little ass. He ran his fingers across it, scraping the warm skin. He swallowed the hiss he got and bit at Sammy's lower lip.

Sammy's heavy cock pushed at the lacy skirt, staining the black fabric. He reached up under that skirt, finding the hard, hot length. Oh, nice. Very nice. Wrapping his fingers around it, he began to tug. He was very good at trading treats.

Sammy's eyes were huge, shocked, and hungry. Such a lovely wanton. Perhaps he would spend longer than the time it took to get a blow job with this one. Jack laughed silently at himself; there was no perhaps about it.

Jack continued stroking, using his fingers to pinch at the tip of Sammy's cock every few upstrokes. He was going to make this lovely boy shoot. He wanted every second of energy, every pulse of come.

Feeding Sammy one kiss after another, Jack then slid his lips along the lovely jaw. From there he moved down Sammy's neck, teeth beginning to threaten.

"Are you a vampire?" Sammy asked.

Jack laughed out loud this time. "Oh, no, honey. Not even close."

"Oh, good." Sammy gave him a sensual chuckle.

"That doesn't mean I'm not going to bite you." And bite Sammy he did, teeth sinking in. Oh, not far enough to draw blood or break the skin at all, but enough to sting. And to leave a mark. Sammy would know their encounter had been real and would have the souvenir that proved it.

The sharp flavor hit Jack in a rush and proved to be addictive as, well, hell. Laughing once more at his thoughts, he moved down to suck at one of the little nipples that poked against the silky material of Sammy's blouse. He wrapped his lips around the hard protrusion, sucking vigorously as he continued to stroke Sammy's larger hard protrusion.

"Gonna...gonna leave a stain."

He intended to leave so much more than a stain. "Oh, yes, I will." Besides, the skirt was already ruined by Sammy's leaking cock.

Jack moved to the other nipple, knowing that the breeze would blow against the wet material of the blouse and chill Sammy's nipple, make it even harder no doubt. When he went back to suck it again, his mouth would feel even hotter than it originally had.

He could feel the other hard bit reaching for his teeth, begging for a touch. He was more than happy to oblige, bringing his teeth closed around the little bit of flesh. Sammy arched for him and he replaced his teeth with his lips, sucking hard.

Sammy's nipples would sting tomorrow, be aching and hard and undeniable. Another proof that this had happened, that Sammy had been visited by Jack, the King of Halloween.

Jack found a rhythm between his hand and mouth, using it to send Sammy toward his orgasm. Suck and tug and pull and bite.

"Close. Dude. I'm going to go off," Sammy warned him.

Jack let go of the sweet nipple he'd been torturing and grinned at Sammy. "That's the point, isn't it?" Then he took a hard kiss. "And when you've had your turn, you can blow me."

He squeezed the tip of Sammy's cock between his fingers. Spunk bubbled up between them, hot and male and wet. He breathed in deeply, moaning at the scent, at the promise of a taste of salted Sammy on the air.

He stroked a few more times, drawing as much pleasure out of the lad as he could, then he brought his come-covered fingers up to his lips. He licked them most thoroughly, lapping the salt off his fingers, enjoying the flavor of pure male.

"You taste delicious, Sammy."

In the spirit of giving, he took Sammy's mouth, sharing the flavor of his lover with his lover himself. Sammy opened eagerly, tongue sliding against his. Sammy moaned softly and pushed against him, but before they could get lost in the kiss, Jack eased Sammy down on his ruined stockings.

"You've had your pleasure, my boy. Now it's my turn." He slid his hand through Sammy's hair and widened his feet slightly before settling his ass against the door behind him. He couldn't wait to feel Sammy's mouth around his cock.

He rubbed his thumb over Sammy's red-painted lips, smiling down into eyes that were painted black. "I'm messing up your make-up, boy." And he thought Sammy looked all the better for it.

This boy was an angel, and Jack was in the middle of ravaging him.

"Careful with my zipper and take your prize," he ordered softly.

Sammy's hands shook as the needy little wanton bared his prick.

"That's enough. Suck me." He loved the sight of his cock disappearing into a needy mouth.

The extra red from Sammy's lipstick was new, and it gave him a little zing. Even better would be when the lipstick had worn off and Sammy's lips were swollen and dark from his task alone.

Groaning, Jack curled his hands into fists so he didn't grab Sammy's head and fuck his mouth. Not yet. That would come soon, though. Soon he would bury his cock into Sammy and feel the convulsions around him.

For now, he held onto his need, watching as Sammy began to slowly bob, the dips almost tentative. "You can do better than that, boy."

Near black eyes shot up toward him, the challenge clear. In this light Sammy’s eyes had the look of a demon and it was sexy as hell in the still mostly innocent face.

Jack grinned wildly, and took off his gloves slowly, as if he was just leaning there casually. He glanced at his fingers, blew across them, before returning his gaze to Sammy's.

Sammy's groan was pure, unadulterated need.

"Now show me what you've got before I take it."

The lips around him began to pull, sucking harder and faster, Sammy's tongue slapping his shaft.

"That's it, sweet boy. More. Give me more."

Sammy's groan vibrated all around his shaft and it was a very good start on the more front. Jack took a deep breath, not wanting to lose it too soon. Wicked boy.

Jack did love this job.

Finally, he could wait no more, and he wrapped his fingers around Sammy's skull, holding on tight. He began to thrust, fucking the sweet mouth for all he was worth. Sammy took him deep, swallowing around him, the convulsions rocking around his prick, giving him so much pleasure.

"Once more." He slammed in deep again and this time as Sammy swallowed, he came.

Those eyes met his again, this time pure, total black, and he smiled, allowing his teeth to show. He had this boy in the palm of his hand. This boy who was on his knees in front of Jack, worshiping him as was his due. He’d taken the sweet innocent and debauched his soul.

Sammy cleaned his prick with slow and easy motions and Jack stretched languidly, the pleasure coursing gently through him.

"Very good, boy." Now he wanted that ass. "Keep me hard and it's yours."

Sammy's tongue slapped his cock hard enough this time to sting. Jack gasped, shocked at this sweet one's daring. Perhaps it was his seed that had given Sammy so much confidence.

Sammy's tongue hit again, bringing him up on tiptoe.

"Cheeky boy."

Those black eyes twinkled, and the suction began again, fierce and wild, sharp. Jack groaned, his head falling back and landing against the door with a thunk. They had success -- there was no way he was going to soften now. He ached with renewed need.

He cock went deep into Sammy's throat again and he had to take some breaths to stay under control, despite the fact that he'd just come. He wanted in that sweet, tight ass.

"Up," he demanded, hand wrapping around Sammy's right arm. He tugged the boy up, taking a himself-flavored kiss.

Sammy's leg wrapped around him, the lad utterly unconcerned with his shredded stockings. Jack appreciated the abandon. He was always into being more important than clothes.

He grabbed hold of Sammy's thigh and tugged him in closer as he deepened the kiss. He fucked Sammy's mouth like he wanted to fuck the sweet ass. He turned them, pressing Sammy's back to the bricks.

"Put your legs around my waist," he ordered, his hands grabbed Sammy's ass, fingers digging in. The nylon snarled and tore, Sammy wrapping around him.

Sammy wasn't heavy at all and he hoisted him a bit higher and shifted him. That let him bring Sammy's hole to where his cock could slide along it. He groaned, the heat of Sammy's crack delicious.

"Take me, Jack." The hiss echoed through him, bounced down along his spine. Giving orders. Such balls on this one.

Jack pressed the head of his cock against Sammy's hole, eyes widening in surprise at how Sammy was already slick. Naughty boy.

He didn't play; he simply pushed in and bit down into one of Sammy's shoulders. Sammy cried out, body so tight around his cock. Groaning, Jack began to thrust, pushing in again and again. They found an immediate connection, a rhythm that went from steady to slamming in seconds.

It felt amazing. Astounding. Moaning loudly, he slammed in harder, shifting to find Sammy's gland.

"Jack!" His name rang out, filling the air like a roar.

He stayed right there, pounding into that sweet little spot. Each punch in earned him another cry from Sammy. The fine features sharpened, black gaze fastened to him.

"I have you." And he was making Sammy his very own.

"You do." Sammy's ass was fire around his cock, slick, tight fire.

"I might have to keep you." He kept punching in, burying himself deep every time.

"That would be dangerous," Sammy warned.

"I like a little danger." Every word came with another thrust.

"Good. I like a lot."

Oh, this was no innocent. Jack stared deeper into Sammy's eyes as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. He could see himself reflected in the depths of Sammy's eyes. He could drown in those eyes.

"Sammy... Sammy."

"My beloved Jack."

His eyes widened as the truth of it slammed through him. "Samhain!"

He slammed in once more, his spunk shooting from him and going deep.

His mischievous lord laughed softly, taking him in, holding him tight. He pressed their mouths together, taking that laughter in and tasting it, letting it fill him. The world swirled, the magic sharp in his nose.

He held on tight, still buried in Sammy's ass, his fingers digging in as he pressed as close as he could.

"Shall we find someone to play with?" The words whispered in the depths of his mind, Samhain right there.

"Always, my lord." Jack had never expected to have Lord Samhain’s body to use for his pleasure and now that he had, he would not deny his lord a single request.

The fact that Samhain had put himself in Jack's path was gift enough, to play with him as well... Jack always had wanted Halloween Night to last more than one night, now he wanted it to last all year long. With Lord Samhain at his side, just maybe it would.


Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play

Smutterday - Pre-Game

Pre-Game came out this week. It's the prequel to the Chess series, the story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop hooked up aka, the bedtime story Rook tells Jason.

Pre-Game

Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.

When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?

Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Laughing, Rook held out his hand. “Condom and lube and then fuck yes, now.”

They crashed together again, rolling over the pillows and cushions, clothes flying like feathers as they threw them. Oh, he hadn’t had so much fun in weeks!

Rook was pale all over, pubes as blond as the hair on his head. And so eager, rubbing up against him, fingers finding his skin and touching constantly. Everything was different and new, and Knight loved this part, the exploring and discovering.

Rook rolled him suddenly, putting him on the bottom as Rook began to taste him, starting with his right shoulder, the sucking kiss both amusing and arousing somehow.

“You’re so sharp. I love it.”

Rook’s words made him grin. They felt good, especially from a sexy stud like Rook.

Biting at his throat, Rook made his skin tingle. The touches continued, too, Rook exploring with fingers and mouth, warm body sliding on his. God, that felt good. Made Knight ache for more.

Finding his right nipple, Rook plucked at it. “These sensitive?”

“Little bit, yeah.” He reached up and tweaked one of Rook’s in return. “You?”

Rook jerked against him, nodding. “God yes.” Then Rook pounced on his left nipple, taking it between hot lips and sucking vigorously.

Okay, that was better than a little sensitive.

Rook bit down before moving to the other nipple and sucking on it just as hard.

“Damn. Damn, honey.” His hands fluttered for a second. He didn’t flutter—ever.

He felt Rook’s smile around his nipple, then the suction became fierce again. God, Rook had a mouth on him.

“Sixty-nine,” he said sharply. “We have to. I need your mouth.” And Rook’s orgasm.

“I like the way you think.” Just like that, Rook turned around, the kid’s needy cock right there at his mouth, the tip glistening invitingly.

Oh, fuck yes. Knight leaned up and took it down to the root, grabbing Rook’s ass as he did. Rook cried out, hands tight on his thighs.

Rook managed a few words between gasps and moans. “Oh, God, that’s fucking good.”

Yeah. Yeah, it was. Knight sucked hard, pulling with all he had. Rook’s mouth dropped down over his cock, the sudden suction fierce. Knight sucked in a huge breath and they went to town, sucking and rolling and licking.

Rook was both good and enthusiastic, bobbing over his cock, licking and lapping like he was the best Popsicle in the world. Knight gave as good as he got, slurping at Rook’s cock like a fiend. Rook rocked his hips, cock slipping deep into his mouth. It felt like Rook’s pleasure fed his own and vice versa. A circle of spunk. He almost choked, but his muffled laughter must have felt good, because Rook groaned.

The suction increased, and Rook touched his balls, stroked them. Knight could feel them drawing up, pulling tight against his body. Humming, Rook sent vibrations right through him. It felt fantastic, like pleasure overload.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, October 30, 2015

Random Friday -- Halloween Edition


Is it still random if it's all about Halloween? Or if it's mostly Halloween images? Well, I'm counting it as random, so there.

I do love Halloween. I think it's in part because the advent of Halloween includes the cooler weather that I do love. Then there's candy and dressing up and having fun. There's scary movies and things that go bump in the night.

I've mentioned before about not being the biggest horror movie fan, but I do enjoy a good horror novel and if I've got someone to keep me company, I'll do the horror movies as well! I tend to like the ones that are so bad they're fun, though. Like Deep Blue Sea and the first Sharknado.

And then tomorrow it'll all be over. Boom just like that. Christmas at least has a gradual over withitness, but Halloween always gives me a bit of that's it hangover.

This particular image makes me want to do a story with a gargoyle shifter. It seriously is giving me ideas...

He looks like he'd be a great grumpy character who wants everyone to think he's tough as nails, but who has a marshmallow center for the right guy. The gargoyle and the priest -- oh yes, it definitely gives me some great ideas!Sea

What's spooky for me is that I have done some asskicking on the to do list and yet the damn list doesn't seem to have shrunk at all! What's up with that? Of course I'm trying to get as much as possible done before I head off to visit with BA and Julia mid-November for Thanksgiving. I can't wait! And yet, I need the time left before then to get stuff done!  So busy weekend, even though it's Halloween.

I wish everyone a fantastic weekend and stay turned here for an extra treat for your bag!




 Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play


Thursday, October 29, 2015

Throwback Thursday

With the time change coming up this weekend, I thought it'd make a good topic for Throwback Thursday.

When I was a kid, the time change meant nothing. I had no concept of it, just as I was old enough to have a watch, my folks would make me change it twice a year. I can't remember if I'd be extra tired or anything even.

It was in my teenage years that it started to make a difference. Once a year I lost an hour of sleep and I hated that! The fall time change, though, that one was always awesome - a whole extra hour to sleep, or to do homework or play.  That preference for the falling back we do in the autumn didn't change as I got older, although it was through my twenties when I'd forget about it - I can remember showing up to my folks for dinner an hour early one year, having totally forgotten about the time change.

Being so connected as we are now to the internet with computers and laptops and iPhones and iPads etc, it's kind of hard not to be aware of the time change. Even if you forget that it's the falling back weekend, your computer time changes automatically, so you know what time it is.

I still prefer falling back over springing forward, but honestly, I would rather not do either. Let's just call it. We'll fall back on Saturday and be done. No more jumping forward or backward, no more having to adjust and losing or gaining an hour. Just one time for always. Please, could we do that?

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Movie Tuesday

I've watched a number of movies over the last week and a half so I figured it was time for another Movie Tuesday.

The first one was Tomorrowland. I had heard mixed reviews on this one, but I knew I wanted to see it, first because it was sci-fi and second because I'd seen an extended scene at a movie theatre. And why don't they do this kind of thing for all movies instead of the three minutes of scenes from the entire movie and omg now I don't have to go watch it because I've seen everything that's going to happen?  A single extended scene tells you a lot about the movie and it totally worked to get me to want to see this one.

Anyway, I quite liked it. The girl was okay, though I liked future girl better than the main character, and she made me LOL with her shutting down protocol and whatnot. I loved George Clooney's curmudgeony character. I do love the grumpy ones. It wasn't as good as I'd hoped it would be, but it wasn't a bad movie and it was a fun way to spend a couple of hours.

I also watch San Andreas (can you tell a bunch of good movies have just come out on BluRay?).

I have to admit, I was disappointed in this one. And The Rock was in it! Usually a movie with Dwayne Johnson is worth seeing, even if it's not a good movie. This wasn't a bad movie, although there was plenty of times I rolled my eyes and had to not growl at the flagrant disregard of anything resembling reality. I can suspend my disbelief well enough, though, and I did. However, Dwayne Johnson was missing his usual sparkle. I don't know what it was, but it seemed like he was just phoning this one in, so it was disappointing just on that front as well.

Luckily, after watching San Andreas and feeling sad that it hadn't been better, or that the Rock had at least been fun to watch, I put on Jurassic World. Yes, I'd already seen it before in the theatres, but I loved it and knew I'd enjoy it again. And I did! Chris Pratt is totally yummy in this (and totally an Alpha, omg so very yummy!) I can still highly recomment Jurassic World as a fantastic addition to the franchise and I can't wait for the next one. (There will be a next one, right?)

At that point I was on a Chris Pratt kick and went ahead and watched Guardian of the Galaxy as well, even though I'd already seen it, too. Yep, still enjoyed it. My favourite characters from this one are Groot and the guy with all the tattoos who doesn't do metaphors and takes everything said literally. He was a hoot. (And I'm as terrible at names in movies as I am with names in real life. I will recognize a person I haven't seen in a dog's age, but for the life of me I won't be able to come up with their name.)

So all in all, not a bad week of viewing and only one movie I wish was way better than it was.

Max and Pixels are coming out today and I'll probably pick those up even though I've heard that Pixels was disappointing. As I'm going in not expecting much from it, though, maybe I will be pleasantly surprised. And I'm looking forward to the Terminator movie and The Man From Uncle both being out on BluRay in November.

Happy Tuesday!

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play 

Pre-Game (Chess -1) now out!

So I'm calling the prequel to the Chess series Chess -1 because it amuses me! Although, so does calling it the prequel because there's a pre in the title, too. Anyway, it's out now! A new Chess story :) I'll post a smutty excerpt on Saturday but this post has an excerpt of the non-smutty variety.

Pre-Game

Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.

When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?

Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance
Amazon 

Excerpt:

Rook hurried along Young Street, checking his watch. He didn’t think he was going to be late for the class, but he was cutting it awfully close. Of course, he hadn’t realized that his meeting with the lawyer was going to take so long. On the other hand, if the dude—were you allowed to call lawyers ‘dude’?—hadn’t been so intent on talking him out of his purchase, it’d have taken half the time.

It was a good thing money was no object, thanks to Great-Aunt Anna leaving her fortune to the black sheep of the family—namely him—or he’d have had to insist that he not be charged for the time the lawyer spent on his own agenda rather than Rook’s. What did the lawyer care if he spent a hundred thousand or so on a store that sold sex toys? It wasn’t like Rook was asking the guy to come and buy, or even to ever show up. He liked the idea of owning a sex shop, and honestly, the money was a drop in the bucket.

All the paperwork was being drawn up and he’d be the proud owner of the place in less than two weeks. Too bad he didn’t have anybody to celebrate with. He’d have to bring some champagne in and celebrate with the staff once the sale went through. Yeah, that would work.

Arriving at the Art School, he went in and made his way to the Live Art class, walking in with seconds to spare. He gave Polly, the teacher, an apologetic smile and moved to the corner of the room to strip off. He usually showed up at least ten minutes ahead of the class, so he was already on the dais when the students came in, especially at the beginning of the semester, but it couldn’t be helped.

Naked, he ran his hands through his hair, and made his way to the raised seat. “How would you like me today?”

Polly tilted her head. “Why don’t you sit with your legs crossed, one hand supporting you as you lean back, the other on your knee.”

He assumed the position, shifting a little until he was comfortable enough to stay still for a prolonged period of time.

“Very good.” Polly smiled at him and turned her attention to her students. “Good afternoon, class, and welcome to Live Drawing. Our model for this class is Rook. He’ll be with us the entire class.”

She went on, but he tuned her out, checking out the students in his line of sight. They were all the same—earnest girls and guys trying desperately not to stare. All except for one.

This guy had long, long hair that was so dark it looked like a raven’s wing. He had a beard and was wearing camo that was totally vintage and completely oversized. That guy was looking. Admiring, even.

Rook couldn’t help but tilt his head the slightest bit, proudly showing off. Hell, this guy made him want to spread his legs and really show off, but he knew Polly would likely ban him until he’d groveled significantly. And the truth was, he enjoyed posing.

His move earned him a grin, slow and wicked—one that burned through him.

No hard ons, he reminded himself. But damn, this guy made his balls ache.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, October 26, 2015

My God It's Monday

And it's the last Monday of the month, too. Where the heck has the month gone?

On the good side of time going to quickly -- it's less than a month before I get to go visit BA and Julia and I am very much anticipating that. It's become quite the tradition and I'm grateful to have that kind of tradition with my best friend.

I'm grateful too for more continued good weather. The leaves are leaving (snicker) and the trees are about 50% bare (some not losing any of their leaves yet, other totally naked and the rest in various stages of bareness). It's been sunny and rainy, and always cool enough to at least have a light sweater on if not a hoodie or even a fall jacket. It makes for a much happier me. And this is just the start of it! I've got months and months of increasingly cold weather and lots of snow to look forward to.

The to do list is back to being scary, but I'll just keep working at it. That's all I can do.

Halloween is on Saturday and I'm looking forward to handing out candy and seeing all the costumes. I shall be wearing my neon orange hoodie of doom.

Tomorrow Pre-Game, the story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop from the Chess series met, is coming out! I'm looking forward to sharing that one :)

Okay, a chicken sandwich is calling my name, so I should go eat.

Have a great week!

Sean
smut fixes everything


Friday, October 23, 2015

Random Friday

So I don't like horror films all that much -- they're scary and often gross -- but there's a new one coming out that has Vin Diesel in it and so I kind of want to see it... I guess I'll wait until it comes out on BluRay and watch it on TV -- scary movies are so much scarier on the big screen.

I did not get everything I wanted to get accomplished done this week. The to do list does not seem to have shrunk at all in fact. We'll see on Monday when I write up a new one.

The weather continues to be lovely. Cool and even cold overnight and first thing in the morning, warming up nicely during the day. Have I mentioned my love of putting on a hoodie? It's great. And the humidity is gone - the sky is clear and bright. I do enjoy the raining and gray days as well, though. And the days where we get a snow surprise, so for me there really is no bad about fall..Aside from the fact that it seems to move so darn quickly!

Speaking of hoodies, I have one I just got from teespring that is orange with a jack-o-lantern eyes nose and mouth in black on it. This thing is BRIGHT orange, like neon day glow orange. I kind of love it. It's also super soft and cozy.

I may be doing the Christmas shopping this weekend. I'm making a list, I'm checking it twice, all that good stuff. I'm going to wrap ahead of time this year too so I'm not doing it all last minute!

Speaking of Christmas I have two of my covers for my Christmas stories.



Those will be out in December along with Comfort & Joy and Five Golden Beads!

Have a great weekend.

Sean
smut fixes everything


Thursday, October 22, 2015

Throwback Thursday

So I'm sitting here to do a Throwback Thursday post, because it's been a few weeks since I last did one, and I'm realizing what the problem is. The problem at the moment is that the todo list is fairly long and it has some big time-consuming items on it, as well as a whole lot of little things, and so I'm just trying to get stuff done. And that's just not conducive to Throwback Thursday, now is it? Throwback Thursday is a time to think and reflect on something from the past and my brain is busy going, okay, get this done so you can get that done and then there'll be time for this other thing, oh and that one has to be done asap so I should be working on that even though I could cross off like six little items if I did them instead and and and of course the boy s are all going, me! write me next! write me now! hello? Wouldn't you rather be writing?

You see? Some days there is not a lot of room in there for reflection about the past...

How about a memory about pancakes?

Once in a blue moon (never often enough) my mother would make pancakes for Sunday lunch. She made Danish pancakes, which are a lot like crepes, in that they are very thin - in fact the thinner the better, but they weren't as large, they'd be dessert plate sized.

So she would make the pancakes and everyone else would set the table, put out all the different things we were going to have on the pancakes (my favorite was always homemade strawberry jam). Then we'd all sit and wait, chatting together, or reading or otherwise filling up the rest of the half hour or so it took for my mom to finish making the pancakes.

Finally, she'd take the warming plate out of the oven and put the last pancake on top and we would fall on them like starving ravagers.

I'd spread the jam on my pancake, then put my fork through a side near the edge and roll the pancake up, then maybe put a bit of sugar on the outside, and cut and eat. I'm drooling just thinking about it. I'd have all of mine the same way (usually three or four) although every now and then I'd just put butter on it (i loved the way the hot pancake would melt the butter) and some brown sugar. There was no conversation while we ate our pancakes. And then bam, they were all gone.

A half hour plus to make, three point five minutes to devour. Was it any wonder my mother only made these rarely? Of course they were an even bigger treat because they didn't happen very often.

I've made them myself, but it's just not the same as when my mother did them.

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come and play


Monday, October 19, 2015

My God It's Monday

Yay, it's Monday! (thought I'd just switch things up a bit there)

I voted this morning. I love that you still go to the table with its cardboard privacy screen and put an 'x' by the name of the person you're voting for. No fuss, no muss, just that.

Well, the to do list this week is actually starting off slightly smaller than the to do list from last week, plus I have an extra day to do everything because I am home today. So that's a good thing, it means I'm very slowly beating it into submission. I think the list likes that, after all, it's my list ;)

I just realized I need to put update webpage down on the to do list, as I haven't in about a hundred years, at least that's what it feels like.

Less than a month until I go visit BA and Julia for Thanksgiving - I'm very excited!

The last two of the Chess special editions are out tomorrow at the distributors. I really do love the new covers for them. Both of them have a new scene - both cherries on top of the sundae scenes, too. The new book -- Pre-Game the pre-quel is available for pre-order now but will be out at the distributors on the 27th. Woo! (and how fun are all those pre's?)

It's a cold one this morning -- there was frost on the grass and I have to put on my winter hat and mitts. I didn't put on my winter jacket, but instead I put a hoodie on underneath the fall jacket. I'm guessing it'll go back up to being a little warmer than this soon enough. But Halloween can go a lot of ways. Some years you need your snow suit beneath your costume, some years it's quite warm. We'll see what this year brings.

I have pumpkin pie and it is delicious. Now I want some pumpkin cookies, too. And a nice warm white hot chocolate with whipped cream on top from Second Cup. That stuff rocks.

Okay, I have forms to fill out, submissions to get ready and boys who are wanting my attention RIGHT NOW, so I'd better go and get to tackling that to do list.

Have a great week!

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come and play



Sunday, October 18, 2015

His Very Own Vampire now out!

His Very Own Vampire is now out at Amber Allure. Look for it from the distributors Sunday next week.

Vampire Truelock’s job for the last several hundred years has been protecting the President of Archer Industries, a family-run company that has done very well for itself. Since the current patriarch, Desmond Archer, is getting ready to officially retire from the company that more or less runs itself, he sends True on a mission to protect his estranged grandson Lane.

Lane’s mother stopped speaking to her father Desmond when Lane was only a few years old and has told her son that his grandparents are all dead. He has no idea that he’s even an heir to a fortune. So when a handsome stranger steps in and saves him from bodily hard just when he needs it, he’s both grateful and a little suspicious. That suspicion only grows when bad things continue to happen to him, all seeming to stem from True’s arrival and his claim that he’s been sent by Lane’s grandfather to protect him.

The fact that there’s insane chemistry between Lane and True doesn’t help either of them untangle the mystery regarding the danger’s source. Can they find the answers before Lane’s unknown enemies manage to do him permanent damage?

Pick it up for 35% off at Amber Allure this week!


Yesterday there was a smutty excerpt, today there's a regular excerpt:

Lane grabbed the stack of bills off the table and ran before the big muscle-bound asshole that wanted to either turn him inside out with his fist or transform him into a zombie—it was so hard to tell with the Eastern European types—got back from his trip to the bathroom. It was Lane’s own damn fault, thinking he could get what he needed from a stranger and that he could earn a little cash at the same time. But what was a boy with a bit of a pain kink to do?

Lane went straight for the nightclub proper, moving into the midst of the packed dance floor before heading for the exit. If he was lucky, he’d be out the and into the open air in a second.

“Hey!”

Dammit.

Lane pushed faster, using the fact that he wasn’t the biggest guy on earth to his advantage and blending in with the crowd as he zoomed toward the door.

“No Sergei, I don’t want to become intimate with your fist or your lab-OR-atory or anything else. I was in this for the cash.” Lord.

Lane made it out the door, but Sergei was right behind him, and one great big paw grabbed the back of Lane’s shirt, bringing him up short. Boom. Caught. Damn.

“What the fuck, man? Watch the shirt! It’s an Armani!” Knockoff, but what tall, blond and terrifying didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Sergei shook him like Sergei was a cat with a new toy. “What’s your hurry? You did not have permission to leave yet. We did not even get started properly.”

“I suggest you let him go.” The voice came out of the crowd, and suddenly a tall guy stood there, looming over them. Blonder than the Russian hood—in fact his short, mussed hair was definitely white—the guy wore sunglasses. At night. How affectatious. He was bigger than Sergei, too. Maybe not as muscle bound, but taller, and his limbs spoke of strength. Lane ignored the part of himself that began drooling and the little voice that said it bet this guy would know exactly how to press each and every one of his buttons.

“He doesn’t belong to you,” The new guy told Sergei.

“I don’t belong to anyone! Dammit! Let me out of here!”

Sergei tugged him closer, putting him right between the two big guys. And while being the middle of a muscle sandwich might seem like a fantasy, in this particular situation, he wasn’t feeling the love.

Sergei’s move didn’t seem to faze the new guy at all. The new guy grabbed Sergei’s hands and twisted them, hard. Lane could hear the bones breaking, and Sergei screamed.

Just like that, Lane was free. He took off like a jackrabbit, zipping out the door and into the darkness. He was a little dazed by the crowds and the neon lights. A little dizzied by it in fact. Weird.

Lane thought he could hear footsteps following him, matching his stride. There was no way it was Sergei, not with those broken hands. He risked a glance to the right, and there was the white-haired guy, keeping up easily. How was that possible? And why?

Okay. Okay. Okay. The thought—not even the thought, the word—kept bouncing in his head like a super ball.

“Protect you,” the guy said, the words elongated, like they were spoken in slow-motion.

“I can’t.” Lane stumbled, almost crashing to the ground. Or maybe the ground was crashing up to meet him…

Strong hands slid beneath him and picked him up, settling him against a broad chest. The world spun madly, colors and sound joining together and swirling around him, trying to get to him.

“Someone help me.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. “Someone slipped me something.”

“Know…smell…safe…” There were more words than that, but they didn’t make any sense, and the sound kept cutting in and out.


Sean

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Smutterday - Losing his Cover: The Job

I'm working on catching up on some of the smutty excerpts I've missed doing for my recent releases. This'll be the last one for today.

Losing his Cover: The Job

Alex Ito has worked undercover for eight months – the longest stretch he’s ever done. He’s inhabited Nicky “Little Boy” Kimoto’s life for long enough now that it’s over, he’s not sure about going home to husband Bruce Amadine. What if he’s still more Nicky than Alex?

Walking along the street where they live, Alex sees a sexy, leather-clad, guyliner-eyed man coming out of their home and is taken aback. The shock doesn’t get any easier when he realizes this sexy, ready-for-play man is Bruce. Running on instinct, he follows Bruce to Chains, a BDSM club where it turns out Bruce is tending bar.

Already unsure of his welcome home, Alex feels even more distanced from Bruce and flees the club before Bruce even knows he’s there, retreating to a bad motel and the bottle, just like his undercover identity would.

When the two men finally come face to face, will Bruce be able to find Alex beneath his Nicky Kimoto skin or has this job sucked Alex into the underworld for good?

Buy links:
Resplendence Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


smutty excerpt:

Groaning, Bruce wrapped his arms around Alex, holding his lover close. God, he’d missed this so much. Yes, he’d missed talking and being with his lover, too, but he’d missed the physical contact, the love making just as much; it was something he couldn’t have with anyone else.

Bruce moaned, sliding one leg up along the outside of Alex’s thigh. He pressed Alex back onto the bed, following Alex down so they were touching from head to toe. He never stopped kissing Alex, their tongues sliding together. He wanted more. He wanted it all.

“When’s the last time you had a blow job?” he asked, suddenly drooling at the thought of Alex’s cock in his mouth, his husband’s musky, deep flavor on his tongue.

“When’s the last time you gave me one?” Alex replied.

“Good answer. And too fucking long ago.”

He worked his way down Alex’s body, dropping kisses as he went. Skin warm and smooth, Alex felt amazing under his lips.

Alex’s prick filled nicely, curving up toward his belly. Bruce stopped his downward trajectory when he got to Alex’s nipples, giving them each a little kiss hello. He lingered over the right, tongue flicking back and forth.

“I love you.” Alex stared down at him, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused.

“Uh-huh. And I love you. So much.” He kept moving, following the line between Alex’s ab muscles to his navel. Bruce circled it with his tongue.

“Bruce...”

He did love the sound of his name in Alex’s voice.

Bruce placed a kiss on Alex’s belly button and smiled. “Patience, I’m almost there. I need to say hello to the bits in between your mouth and your dick, though.”

“There are bits there?”

“There’s lots of bits. Nothing dangly of course.” Bruce kissed Alex’s navel again, then flicked both nipples with his fingers to prove his point.

Then he dragged his teeth carefully over Alex’s flat belly. He loved the way Alex’s abs flexed for him. Humming, he licked his way to one hip, sucking on Alex’s skin. The little slick line of black hair there fascinated him, Alex’s pubes so tidy, even when the world was chaos. He nuzzled them, his cheek rubbing against Alex’s cock as he did so. The resulting moan had him smiling and he turned his head, finally giving Alex’s erection some attention.

He started at the base, slowly following the big vein up it with his tongue. The scent made him light-headed, made him gasp with sudden need. He didn’t wait a moment longer. Opening his mouth, he took Alex’s cock in. He wrapped his lips around the head and began to suck. The sound of Alex’s cry echoed through the bedroom, and Bruce nodded. Good. Very good. It was going to take a lot of those sounds for the place to really feel like his husband was home for good, but this was a very good start.

He went down as far as he could, finding he needed to work his way along the long cock. Damn, he was out of practice. He guessed Gerry at the Chain was right—he needed to get carrots to stay up to date. He took a little more in, then bobbed his head a few times, then managed a bit more. Oh yeah. He could do this. Just like he used to. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking for all he was worth.

“I...” The choked noise proved more than anything that Alex was close.

Bruce nodded as best he could to let Alex know he was cool with that. He wanted that flavor in his mouth again. His tongue was parched for it.

When Alex came it was almost like his lover was surprised, like he was shocked to get the pleasure. Swallowing Alex’s cum down, loving the taste, Bruce vowed to himself that he’d make sure Alex was spoiled by pleasure, drowning in it.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - His Very Own Vampire

His Very Own Vampire

Vampire Truelock’s job for the last several hundred years has been protecting the President of Archer Industries, a family-run company that has done very well for itself. Since the current patriarch, Desmond Archer, is getting ready to officially retire from the company that more or less runs itself, he sends True on a mission to protect his estranged grandson Lane.

Lane’s mother stopped speaking to her father Desmond when Lane was only a few years old and has told her son that his grandparents are all dead. He has no idea that he’s even an heir to a fortune. So when a handsome stranger steps in and saves him from bodily hard just when he needs it, he’s both grateful and a little suspicious. That suspicion only grows when bad things continue to happen to him, all seeming to stem from True’s arrival and his claim that he’s been sent by Lane’s grandfather to protect him.

The fact that there’s insane chemistry between Lane and True doesn’t help either of them untangle the mystery regarding the danger’s source. Can they find the answers before Lane’s unknown enemies manage to do him permanent damage?

Pick it up for 35% off at Amber Allure!


smutty excerpt:

“Where do you want me?” True asked.

“I’ll suck you off. Come here.”

They both shifted until Lane was on his knees between True’s legs. He spread them wider, giving Lane full access to his cock, which pushed out of his open pants like it was a race. His nostrils flared as he watched Lane lick his lips. True groaned, anticipating that tongue on his flesh. He hadn’t had a man who loved sucking cock in decades, maybe longer, and surely there hadn’t been anyone like Lane. The fact that everything Lane wanted to do to his cock was pushed into his head only made his need more desperate.

When Lane’s tongue touched the tip of his cock, he cried out, lightning shooting through it, through his balls. He panted, his fingers curling into fists to keep from grabbing Lane’s head and slamming into his mouth. True would let Lane set the pace. For now.

Lane took him, careful inch by inch, swallowing him down in a painfully slow manner.

“Making me crazy.” The urge to simply take what he wanted grew stronger, and a low growl built in his throat, wanting to be a scream, wanting out. He panted, his nostrils flaring.

Lane’s answer was a sharp slap of his tongue, right across True’s shaft.

“Fuck!” That sting was fucking amazing. True felt it all the way to his toes and it felt like it was still vibrating inside his cockhead. “Again,” he muttered. He wanted to feel it again.

The tiny, stinging blow rocked him again, stealing his breath.

“Damn, you’re good at that.” It didn’t hurt that there a strong connection between him and Lane, something that had been thrumming between them from the get go. True knew it was pheromones and destiny and lust and chemistry, all coming together. This was what it meant to be destined for each other, to be mates. There was no sense not trusting in it. That made no difference whatsoever. It simply was what it was, and True’s body drew him headlong into it.

He began thrusting his hips, pushing into Lane’s mouth. He still hadn’t grabbed hold of Lane’s head, but only because he’d dug his fingers into the couch cushions. Lane’s mouth was hot, yielding, possibly the sexiest thing he knew.

He finally couldn’t stand it anymore and wrapped his hands around Lane’s head, pumping hard. “Yes! Fuck! Your mouth.” It was like coming home, like being fed. Only better. Deeper somehow.


Sean
smut fixes everything


Smutterday - Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

As promised today I have a smutty excerpt of Rapunzel for you.

Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

When Guerilla Contracting is called out after hours to deal with electrical problems at the circus, gorilla shifter Joe expects to encounter animals in cages. He doesn’t like it, but knows it’s part of the territory when it comes to circuses. What he doesn’t expect to find is a naked man in the giraffe cage.

Giraffe has lived his entire life as an attraction at the zoo, moving from his home-cage to the work-cage and back. He’s not allowed to let anyone know he’s a shifter, and doesn’t mean to get caught as a man when Joe comes by his cage. Joe is nice, though, and when he asks Giraffe to come away with him, Giraffe does.

Joe’s interest in Giraffe shifts as he secrets Giraffe away to his home in the country, becoming about more than just saving Giraffe from his cage.

Could it be possible that Giraffe feels the same way Joe does, or will he want to return to the only home he’s ever known?

Buy links:


smutty excerpt:

Joe woke up a few times in the night, unused to sleeping with someone. Not that he was complaining, it felt good sharing his bed with Rafe, good enough that he didn’t mind being woken. He woke for the last time at some point after dawn, the light creeping in through the windows. He nuzzled into Rafe’s neck, his arms wrapped around the long body.

Rafe stretched, belly growling against Joe’s torso. His giraffe was hungry. Joe stroked the noisy stomach, making soothing noises. Rafe’s soft little sounds made him want to draw Rafe close, cradle him. When the noises continued, he did exactly that, keeping Rafe safe and warm against him. He wouldn’t let anything hurt this beautiful creature.

A soft sigh brushed his cheek, tickling his hair with the gentle exhale. It made him shiver and he held Rafe tighter, the long curls like silk. He felt Rafe blink against him, eyelashes tickling his skin.
He had morning wood, that was normal. But now it was growing harder, Rafe’s unwitting touches sweet and arousing. Rafe touched him, fingers sliding over his belly, tracing his cock, completely unashamed. He moaned, surprised by Rafe’s touches, but also pleased by them. He guessed shame was learned and Rafe hadn’t had a chance to learn that about touching and sex.

He reciprocated, reaching for Rafe’s cock and touching it, learning the shape of it. It was long, which seemed fitting. Rafe arched slowly, the motion dreamlike, graceful. Joe hummed, wrapping his hand around Rafe’s cock and pulling slowly, wanting to bring pleasure. A low sound rang out, filled the air with an odd music, and Joe kept stroking, wanting more of those noises. They made his belly warm and his cock even harder. Rafe matched him stroke for stroke, joining with him.

He gasped softly, eyes going to Rafe’s face. He stared into the golden brown eyes, seeing his own pleasure reflected back at him. Beautiful man. For the first time since he’d seen Rafe, the man looked confident, sure. Smiling, Joe slowly brought their mouths together, giving Rafe time to back off if he didn’t kiss. Rafe chuckled and pushed into Joe’s arms, a happy murmur brushing his lips.

Joe dipped his tongue between Rafe’s lips and into the warm, wet mouth. He tasted Rafe, the flavor green and grassy, slightly wild in the way only one of their kind could be. Rafe fed him another merry little laugh and their tongues touched. A sensation like an electrical shock went through him and he moaned, one hand dropping to Rafe’s ass. He brought their bodies together, rubbing hard.

Rafe grabbed him, eyes bright, awake, and aware. Joe hadn’t expected the passion and joy to be right there for the taking. But it was. He took another kiss, sucking on the tip of Rafe’s tongue. He supposed this should be expected. Sex was natural as breathing.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - First Steps

As promised - here is a smutty excerpt from First Steps. This reprint from Dreamspinner came out on Wednesday.

First Steps

Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, single gay dad Peter Boone is at the end of his rope. He has screaming twin babies to care for and far too much time without adult companionship. To make matters worse, Alaska’s harsh and gloomy winter is about to close in on him, his twins, and their small, rundown cabin.

Park Ranger Chad Bristow likes living alone in Alaska, but after visiting Peter to warn him about an encroaching forest fire, he starts to wonder what life would be like with someone like Peter. Winter’s severity worries Chad, and he believes Peter and his twins won’t make it, so he offers to take them into his home. Soon Chad realizes that the attraction he experienced for Peter on their first meeting has the potential to heat up beyond his being a good Samaritan. Now all he has to do is convince Peter that they can do more than just keep each other warm.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner Press
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Peter leaned in, nuzzling Chad’s collarbone, fingers splaying out over his skin.

His chuckle turned into a moan. “Man, you’ve got a sweet touch.”

“Your skin feels good.” The words were whispered over his shoulder, the soft brush of Peter’s tongue maddening.

“So does your tongue, Peter.”

God, it was likely to short him out. He forced himself to return the touches, to get Peter’s shirt off. Peter purred a little, fingers sliding over Chad’s belly, stroking his skin. Chad tilted Peter’s head, bringing their mouths back together again.

Chad sat on the bed, and Peter crawled into his lap, straddled his thighs, their bellies sliding together. Moaning, Chad pressed his tongue in deeper. He could get used to this. Peter was hard, hips grinding a little faster, hands in Chad’s hair. It felt good to know he was inciting that heat, that need.

His own prick was pushing against his pants, trying to push out of his zipper.

“Mmm… too many clothes….”

Peter nibbled on his bottom lip, then sucked it. “You got that right.”

Unfortunately, getting rid of their pants was going to take more concentration than Chad had to spare. He was too busy with having his mind blown by Peter’s hands and mouth. Peter rubbed his nipples, tweaked them gently, then explored his ribs, petted him, stroked his belly button. Chad’s hips were moving, pushing up against Peter, each new touch making him moan, cock throbbing.

Peter opened Chad’s fly and began stroking his prick, just brushing it as it was freed to rub against Peter’s clothes.

“Shit!” He humped up into that touch, hips bucking at the touch of fingers not his own.

“Oh, fuck.” Peter’s fingers wrapped around his cock, rubbing, pumping.

“You don’t slow down I’m gonna. Oh shit, gonna come, Peter.” It was like lightning in his pants.

“You want me to take the edge off or slow down?” Peter’s thumb slid over the slit of Chad’s cock.

He bucked again. “Edge.” Please don’t stop, not right now.

“Yeah.” Those lips fastened on his throat, licking and sucking, Peter’s thumb driving him mad.

“Peter!” He cried out, spunk splashing up over Peter’s hand as the pleasure shot through him.

Peter purred, kept petting him through the aftershocks, kept stroking. Kept him hard and needing and right there open Peter’s jeans, finding the hot cock that spilled from the open zipper.

“Oh….” Peter whimpered, shivered for him, mouth open on his skin.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, October 16, 2015

Random Friday

I'm having sweet and sour chicken balls for lunch, along with an eggroll and possibly some shrimp with soft egg noodle. Yum. Though I'm betting the take-out north american version of it has very little resemblance to actual Chinese food.

I got  my Coastal Magic t-shirts in the mail. It's beginning to feel real. Beginning of February in Florida - if you're there, please come and say hi!

I'm enjoying some of the new TV shows this fall. Blindspot, Limitless, Minority Report, Code Black and The Player, just to name a few. I'm not very impressed with the new comedies. But I find there are far more misses with those than hits.

I'm loving the fall weather! It's been cold at night the last few days and I sleep so much better when it is. Plus I love having to put on a hoodie. Speaking of hoodies, I am now the proud owner of an extremely orange jack o lantern hoodie. It's obnoxious and I love it.

Oh, Halloween is just around the corner. Have I mentioned lately that I love Halloween? I just wish October wasn't moving quite so quickly.

I've started the next Fairytale Shifters story, but it won't be out for a while -- it promises to be a fair bit longer than the first two. Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Yeah, I had to go with that kind of bear - I just had to.

I have black thumbs. Seriously. I can't keep any plants alive. Not even cacti. I'm not sure how I do it, but they all die.

I hope everyone has a kickass weekend. I myself will be working.

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come and play

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel now out!

I had so much fun working on Fairytale Shifters: Beauty and the Beast, that I immediately began the next one in the series, which happened to be Rapunzel. And I made it a goal to finish it in time to get it edited and the cover made so that it could come out during Halloween month (because isn't that just the perfect time for a paranormal?) It is now out!

Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

When Guerilla Contracting is called out after hours to deal with electrical problems at the circus, gorilla shifter Joe expects to encounter animals in cages. He doesn’t like it, but knows it’s part of the territory when it comes to circuses. What he doesn’t expect to find is a naked man in the giraffe cage.

Giraffe has lived his entire life as an attraction at the zoo, moving from his home-cage to the work-cage and back. He’s not allowed to let anyone know he’s a shifter, and doesn’t mean to get caught as a man when Joe comes by his cage. Joe is nice, though, and when he asks Giraffe to come away with him, Giraffe does.

Joe’s interest in Giraffe shifts as he secrets Giraffe away to his home in the country, becoming about more than just saving Giraffe from his cage.

Could it be possible that Giraffe feels the same way Joe does, or will he want to return to the only home he’s ever known?

Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

excerpt (there will be a smutty one on Smutterday)

Joe pulled up at the circus on the fairgrounds just out of town and parked the truck near the front entrance. The place looked abandoned without the music and the lights and all the people. Like a ghost town, almost. He climbed out and headed for the front gate, a figure peeling itself off the wall as he approached.

“Guerilla Contracting,” he called out. The name of his business always made him smile, the double entendre entirely private—his own little secret. “I’m Joe. You guys have an electrical problem?”

The guy nodded. “Wooster. Boss said to bring you out to the junction box. None of the lights in the big tent are working. We had to refund tonight’s box office.”

Joe guessed that was not something anyone was happy about. It would be bad publicity, too, the circus not being able to put on a show.

“Let me just grab my toolbox.” He did so, then followed Wooster through the gates and among the tents to the caravans out the back, a huge mess of electrical junctions and wires promising him a long night. Oh well, that was what they paid him the big bucks for, and it wasn’t like he had anyone waiting for him at home.

Wooster showed him the trail of wires that ran to the big tent, then pointed to an old silver Airstream with a big W painted on the front. “My supper’s going cold. Come and get me if you need me.”

“You got it.” He tipped his head and watched Wooster head toward the trailer, leaving him alone with the smells and small noises that kept the night from being quiet. Okay, so the circus was a little creepy all dark and shut down like this, with the hint of life hiding away.

Joe shook it off and went to work, beginning with testing wires and connections. Still, he swore he could feel eyes on him, a constant curious gaze. He put it down to the horror-book setting and kept working. His searching along the wires brought him to where the animal cages were and he had to bite back his growls as he saw lions and tigers and monkeys in cages. He hated seeing animals in cages. He could smell elephants, too, and… a giraffe?

He put down his tools and moved among the cages, looking in on all the beasts. The mother elephant was sad, quiet, but well cared for. The monkeys were playing, happy in their family, and the…

Wait. Wait, there was a man in the giraffe’s cage. A tall, lean man with a mass of coppery hair and precious little else. The cage reeked of giraffe, which meant this stunner was like him, both man and beast. Joe knew other shifters existed, but he’d never met another one before.

He met the warm brown eyes. “Hello there.”

The man smiled, nodded to him, and blinked slowly.

Joe couldn’t believe there was a shifter here, and that he was caged. It made him angry enough to see animals caged, whether they were happy and cared for or not. But for there to be a shifter in the same boat brought him rage. That just wasn’t right.

“Are you okay? Are they treating you right?”

The man nodded, smiled again, and offered him a stalk of celery. Joe took the celery and looked at it, took a bite. It was celery.

“Can you speak?” Was this guy so mistreated that he couldn’t?

“It’s not allowed.” The whisper was barely audible.

Joe didn’t like the sound of that at all. “Why not? You’re a man, aren’t you?”

The giraffe-man shook his head, eyes wide.

“Of course you are! Are they holding you prisoner here?” Joe wanted to beat his chest and tear open the bars that held this lovely man captive.

“Are they?” Those eyes were huge, liquid.

Jesus, had this guy been raised in captivity as an animal his whole life? He was leaning toward the answer being yes. “What’s your name?”

“Giraffe."


Sean
smut fixes everything

Throwback Thursday - The Hammer Club Series

Today only the Hammer Club novels are on sale - there's a 25% rebate over on All Romance Ebooks. I believe the sale ends at midnight (central time) tonight. So I thought it made the perfect opportunity to make the Hammer Club books my Throwback Thursday for this week.

I've mentioned before but the whole Hammer Club grew out of a tiny cameo that Jim and Marcus had in a short story set in the Between Friends universe. Peter and Sammy visit a friend of Peter's who is a leather artist to pick out a whip and Jim answers the door. And BAM! I knew I had to write Jim and his master's story. You can find that short story here: Testing Leather. (The Between Friends books are the first series listed on my book page.)

So Bent was the first book I wrote and the guys just wouldn't shut up. It's a long one and every now and then the guys poke me to write the rest of their story. I think if I let them, I could be writing them for the rest of my life. Not a bad thing, I just haven't had a chance to do anything like that yet. Too many men, too little time!

Sidenote - Bent is one of my favorite covers ever. It's just perfect.

When Montana and Billy showed up, they took place well before the events of Bent - Tanny and Jim are close in age, but Billy found Montana when he was 18, while Marcus found Jim when he was in his late twenties.

Most of the other books all take place after Bent and can be safely read in the order they were written. The notable exception is Push, which takes place shortly after the Montana and Billy books, and Drawn takes place before Montana and Billy. But at the same time, I don't think reading them out of order would leave anyone confused, aside of course from the three Montana and Billy books that have to be read in order - Found, Snared and Owned.

Then there's the two side series that the Hammer Club inspired - the Briar Rose books, which follow from Sold - Adam and Matt go to the east coast and start their BDSM B&B (say that ten times fast!) - and the Box of Nails books which came out of the idea in Trust that the workers at the Hammer Club are often not very well off and the cheaper areas to live around the club aren't the best neighborhoods, so when Devin came into some money, he bought this big old dilapidated house near the club and turned it into the 'sub house' where Hammer Club subs could find cheap, safe lodging and have like-minded boys to share their off-time with.

Needless to say, I will be forever grateful for that little cameo by Jim and Marcus.

Hell, the Between Friends series began when I got this flash of an image in my head of two couples sitting on the couch talking about their love life and it spawned four novels. I suppose that's really where it all began!

Anyway as I'm often asked about a reading order, I thought I'd give one here. As I always say, I'd start with Bent, even though it isn't the first chronologically, just because it was the first one I wrote and I think it works well as an introduction to the series. From there, I'd work chronologically. If I were to place Bent in chronologically, it would go after Push.

Bent
Drawn
Found
Snared
Owned
Push
Baked
Forged
Spoken
Control
Christmas Auction
New: The Two of Swords
Toy Box: Submission
Toy Box: Domination
Burn
Christmas Angel
Little Jamie
Sold
Better Than Friends
Gravity
Christmas Homecoming
Solitary
Trust
Taking Inventory
Switch
Beaten, a Hammer Novel
Treat
Renew
Hitched
Flair (Bar None anthology)
Top Bidder
Deeper
The Games We Play (Take it Like a Man Anthology)
Put a Ring on It (They Do M/M Anthology)
New Toys
Cream
Screwdrivers
Need for Sale
Combine (coming December 9!)


Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come and play

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

En Prise and Helpmate available at distributors

The middle two books in the Chess series are now available all over for download. Helpmate has an approximately 1500 word extra in at the end. For En Prise, I didn't feel there was a great spot for a bonus scene, so instead, I had Jason list his list of favorites to cook for his lovers and included the recipes. Both books will be 30% off until October 31!

En Prise

Just when things seem to be at their best, disaster strikes. Will all the men of Chess survive?

It's the holiday season and Jason is having the best Christmas he can remember in a long time. He's in love with Rook and settling in with Bishop and Knight, figuring out where he fits and learning to love their appetites. He might even be feeling like he belongs.

Holiday bliss is followed by disaster, though, when Knight is involved in an accident and is hospitalized. Will Jason, Bishop and Rook be able to rally around their lover and each other? Or will the strain put on their relationship tear them all apart?

Follow the moves made by the men of Chess and find out…

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Helpmate

Knight is home from the hospital, so everything should be back to normal, right? Things are never that easy, though, and the men of Chess must fight to get their lives back.

Knight has returned home from the hospital, but is far from recovered. Things seem to be going well, but depression slowly winds its way around Knight, and he spends all his time in bed sleeping, slipping farther and farther away from his lovers and life.

Rook just wants everything to go back to normal now that their lover is home and Bishop is out of his depth when it comes to Knight's depression. Can Jason figure out what's wrong and take the steps needed to help Knight find himself again?

The struggle has just begun in Knight's recovery—are the men of Chess up to the task? Find out in this fourth instalment of the Chess series.

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Sean
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Beer & Clay: Brewing now out!

Brewing, the fourth book in the Beer & Clay series is now out for download at Pride Publishing and all the distributors! I'm in the midst of writing the next one and there will be one more after that one.

Beer & Clay: Brewing

As the love between Toby and Damon deepens, the man intent on destroying their happiness increases his efforts.

Toby and Damon are back in Brewing, their relationship deepening more despite the continuing efforts of a stranger to bring them down.

Helping in their efforts are their best friends Peter and Christian. Peter’s new investment in a three-story building on the same block as Damon’s bar offers Toby the opportunity of having a studio close to home. It also gives Peter and Christian a home they’ve made together, which Peter hopes will bring them closer together.

A former soldier, Christian has a hard time letting go and finding his subspace. It’s going to take a lot to break the conditioning he’s learned in the Army. Peter is stubborn, though, and he’s seriously falling for his strong sub.

Will yet another attack bring down two couples this time?

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smutty excerpt:

Peter smiled at Christian and waved his hands around. “It’s ours.”

“It’s like a dream.”

“It’s not, though. This is real.” He grinned wickedly. “Do you want me to give you a pinch?”

“Bastard.” Christian laughed for him, grabbed him up in a hard hug.

He hugged Christian right back and took a kiss.

“Now we just need to furnish the place.” He’d set aside money so they could do that together, make everything theirs.

“You don’t want to bring your stuff?”

“I’m not married to any of it and I’d rather sell it and start fresh with our stuff.”

“Yeah?” Christian held his hand, eyes exploring the space.

“Yes. This is ours, not mine, and I want to be able to see that everywhere we look.”

“Ours.” Christian searched his face. “You’re sure.”

He met Christian’s gaze head on. “One hundred percent. This wasn’t a whim.”

“No. No, this is…us.”

He nodded slowly. Yes. Christian got it.

“We should have brought a sleeping bag or something so we could baptize the place horizontally.” He had plenty of vertical options, though.

“We have places.” Oh, his boy was on the same wavelength.

“I’m thinking you bent over the window seat.” He pointed to the wide ledge in the living room, looking out over the street. That would give him access to Christian’s ass,  and heavy balls. “Go on. I want to watch your ass as you walk over there.” His cock was warming to the idea, slowly filling.

Christian’s cheeks went pink, but he walked, self-conscious, so formal.

“Put a little wiggle in it, boy. Make your master want.”

“I don’t wiggle.”

Peter had to laugh, he just had to. Christian didn’t have airs, wasn’t in the least bit twinky and fought him on at least half his orders. Peter adored the fuck out of him. Not the least because his boy could take what he needed to give.

He began undoing his belt as he slowly followed Christian to the window seat. “Undo your jeans for me, boy. Only take the lube out of your pocket and leave it on the seat first.” And if Christian didn’t have lube in his pockets, there would be a punishment to dole out. Peter had been clear about Christian being in charge of always making sure they had plenty of slick.

“Yes, Sir.” The lube was wrapped in a plastic baggie and Peter stared a little, then fought his laughter. Only his Christian would make sure that the slick stuff wouldn’t mess up his jeans.

He had his shoes, socks and pants off by the time he was up against Christian’s back. The sweet ass was still covered in denim, Christian following his orders to the letter. He slid his hands around Christian’s waist, pushing his hands in the front of Christian’s jeans and slowly dragging them down. He bared his boy’s ass, spreading the cheeks with his thumbs, making sure Christian knew he was looking.

“I should start making you wear a plug for me. It would totally change the way you move.” He began to tap Christian’s hole with his fingers when his boy didn’t respond. He let one press against the tight little ring of muscles.

Christian didn’t tense, his needy boy having learned the pleasure his hole could bring him.

“Get the jeans off, boy. I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Christian wiggled, pulling  his jeans down and off.

“See?” He stroked Christian’s beautiful buttocks. “You do wiggle.”

“I don’t…” Christian shifted again.

Peter had to chuckle. “You so do.”

He slapped Christian’s ass. “Now, hands on the window seat and spread for me.”


Sean
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First Steps now available!

I'm so pleased that Dreamspinner Press agreed to reprint a number of my earlier books that had gone out of print and the first one is a great one. First Steps is one of my first that features men with kids. And I absolutely love the cover Dreamspinner did for it. One of my favorite covers, for sure.

I've included an excerpt below. A non-smutty one as I've got a smutty one planned for Smutterday.

First Steps

Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, single gay dad Peter Boone is at the end of his rope. He has screaming twin babies to care for and far too much time without adult companionship. To make matters worse, Alaska’s harsh and gloomy winter is about to close in on him, his twins, and their small, rundown cabin.

Park Ranger Chad Bristow likes living alone in Alaska, but after visiting Peter to warn him about an encroaching forest fire, he starts to wonder what life would be like with someone like Peter. Winter’s severity worries Chad, and he believes Peter and his twins won’t make it, so he offers to take them into his home. Soon Chad realizes that the attraction he experienced for Peter on their first meeting has the potential to heat up beyond his being a good Samaritan. Now all he has to do is convince Peter that they can do more than just keep each other warm.

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Excerpt:

Prologue

The cabin was quiet.

Well, quiet was one hell of a strong term, with Ellen screaming at the top of her lungs and Daniel sobbing hysterically while Peter fixed their bottles, but at least it wasn’t cars and trucks and fire engines and neighbors and stuff.

“Hush, now, you two. Daddy’s hurrying. Ellie, you’re not starving. Danny-boy, breathe. The bottles are coming.”

God, he was tired. Ginnie, his surrogate, had offered to terminate one, when they’d found out two were coming, but he’d wanted his babies, had paid her all his inheritance to carry them, wouldn’t give them up.

Still, he should have saved enough for a nanny.

He put the nipples on the bottles and went over to the crib where they were carrying on, fat little legs kicking furiously, hands reaching for him. Screaming stopped at the sight of the food.

Beasts.

Spoiled beasts.

Beautiful, sweet, spoiled beasts.

He laughed, relaxing, enjoying the sudden silence, the look of pleasure in those pretty china-blue eyes.

“See, there? Daddy promised not to make you two starve.”

The trees cast huge shadows over the little yard into the huge bay window, and the sky looked fabulous—violets and pinks and blues. God, it was beautiful here. “Oh, sweets. I want to let you grow up somewhere like this. Somewhere green and alive and not concrete. Somewhere you can go outside.”

Peter had been in the mountains for three weeks, searching for something, someplace he and the babies could afford. His place in the city was tiny.

Falling apart.

Expensive.

Not suitable for babies.

He chuckled at himself, picking Ellie up to burp because she always ate faster. Burke and Allan and the guys wouldn’t recognize him now—his hair was scraggly, he had on old jeans and a diaper on his shoulder, and he smelled like baby powder and…

God, he loved his babies.

More than fucking, more than parties, more than the city. Hell, more than writing, and that was saying something.

Allan had stopped by before they’d headed out, all concerned eyes and frowning and “are you sure about this weird baby thing, man.” They’d shared some hard words, harsh ones—Allan called him a sell-out, a breeder, and he’d told Allan that, at some point, life had to be about more than fucking someone, over or otherwise.

The fight had gotten louder and uglier, and then Ellen started fussing—sweet little love, so aware, so sensitive—and he’d been derailed, turning his back on his former fuckbuddy, going to get his daughter and his son.

His family.

Ellie burped about the time Daniel started wriggling, and he settled Ellen back in her crib before putting Danny over his knees.

Yeah, he needed to find somewhere for them, somewhere warm and safe. Somewhere where his sweets would remember making snowmen and picking flowers and playing.

He needed that for them, and damn it, he’d find it.

“Come on, Danny. Burp and we’ll all lie down together and rest.”

Ellen kicked, her movements setting the music off on her little mobile, her happy laugh filling the cabin.


Chapter One

When the fire warning went up to high, Chad got into the jeep and made a tour of the houses that bordered the forest. He put the No Fire signs up at all the campsites and talked to all the hikers and campers he ran into, pressing home the point.

There hadn’t been a fire yet on his watch, and he planned to keep it that way.

He pulled the jeep into the last house. The old Washer place. It had sat empty the last couple of years, but supposedly someone was renting it for a while, looking to buy. They didn’t get too many long-term renters up this way; most folks were summer visitors only, happier leasing and not having to worry about the place in winter.

Straightening his hat, Chad went to the front door and knocked sharply.

He didn’t hear anything and was about to knock again when the door opened, revealing a man dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. Red-eyed, hair curling wildly, the man looked sort of like a hoot owl, all blinky and dazed.

“Shh! You’ll wake them, and then I’ll have to strangle you.”


Sean
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