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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 29



Last night I was grateful for being home, for my own bed. After a more than full day of flights, cancelled flights and waiting, waiting, waiting, I finally got home at just shy of 2 am, and totally loved finally being here and having m own bed to sleep in!


Sean
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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 28


Today I'm grateful for Ba and Julia. My two best friends. I love being able to come and visit them in person. I just wish we were closer!

Sean
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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 27



Today I am grateful for optometrists. I have needed glasses since the 7th grade and am at this point fairly blind without them. Thank goodness glasses correct my sight and make it possible to write, to read, to see the things around me!


Sean
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Suddenly Sunday

Suddenly Sunday indeed, and suddenly just two days left on my visit - I go home on  Tuesday. So I will be out of pocket once we head out to the airport - it's two flights with a three hour layover in Chicago. I suspect I shall collapse onto my bed once I get home.

I can't believe it's already been almost two weeks! Time goes so very fast when you're spending it with friends, talking and laughing and doing together.

So it's been a busy fall, which mostly means lots of writing and tasks related to writing. So I have lots of goodies coming out in the next month.

  • The cover reveal for Add Love and Mix from Dreamspinner is tomorrow, and the book will be available for pre-order then.
  • As It Should Be, a Winbrothers anthology reprint comes out December 6
  • 'Twas the Night, a brand new Hammer story comes out on December 1
  • Wicked Gifts, a fun threesome Christmas reprint comes out on December 8
  • Making it Right, a mannies story comes out December 15
  • Shifter Rescue: Soul, the sequel to Spirit comes out December 16

I've made a graphic for my smutty advent posts this year. Only a few days before it starts, are you ready? I'm not! grins  I have prizes, and I'll be featuring Christmas books and fun holiday themed links and stuff, but I haven't given any thought to what goes when or started making posts. I guess I'm going to do a lot of winging it!

Happy Sunday to all!

Sean
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Saturday, November 26, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 26



Today I am grateful that kitsch exists. Stuff like big plaster cows next to life size ranges on a restaurant storefront.

Sean
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Smutterday - The Closet Boy

Here's a smutty excerpt of my latest release!

Way’ra Bernard is only twenty years old when his parents kick him out of the house. He has been brought up to believe being gay is wrong and he is going to go to hell for it. He tried very hard not to be gay but couldn’t change the way he felt. Now he’s living furtively in a closet on the third floor of the place he’s working as a janitor—the Iron Eagle Gym.

Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.

There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.

buy links:
Dreamspinner Press (both ebook and paperback)
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo



Smutty Excerpt:

Neal watched him. “You want a hand?”

“With my shoes?” He grinned over, held out a foot. “Sure.”

“I meant with all of it. Taking off each other’s clothes can be fun, sensual.” Neal grabbed the heel of his boot in one hand, his calf in the other, and tugged the footwear right off.

“It’s the middle of the day. You don’t think this is a little weird?”

“I’m hoping to make out with you in the shower, Way. I don’t think there’s an inappropriate time of day for that.”

“Right. Right. I just… I guess I think of naked as a dark thing.”

“Ah. I get that, I guess. It’s kind of how we grew up, right?” Neal helped him get his other shoe off. “But it doesn’t have to be that way. We can make it a bright, sunshiney thing.”

“Yeah.” That thought made him grin like an idiot, really.

“Happy looks good on you, Way.” Neal started to tug off his T-shirt.

“Does it?” That made perfect sense. Happiness made everything better.

“Yep.” Neal stroked his bare belly. “Pretty.”

“Thank you.” He touched the heavy muscles of Neal’s abs.

“Mmm.” Neal moved to stroke his nipples, and they began to harden, to firm up and ache. Neal took one beneath his fingers, pinching lightly.

Way’s belly tightened and his balls drew up, the zing going right to his cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Neal’s voice was thick, his eyes hot.

“Uh-huh. You… you want me to do it to you too?”

“I want you to do whatever you want to. There’s no tit for… well, tit here.” Neal laughed, looking pleased with himself.

Way blinked, and then the giggles started, bubbling right out of him.

Neal wrapped him up in a hug and kissed him, the sounds of their laughter getting trapped between them.

Way had never thought it could be like this—this much fun and joy.

By the time they were done kissing, Neal had his pants and underwear tugged down so all he had to do was step out of them.

“That was smooth.” He had to appreciate that, how Neal could be so suave.

Neal chuckled softly “Thank you. I admit, I was going for getting you naked so we could have that shower together. I’m too gross to make love until we’re wet and I’ve gotten rid of this sweat.”

“Soaping you up sounds fun.” He felt so daring, to tease.

Neal nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Now we’re on the same page.”

He liked this, the idea of being on the same page, the same wavelength as Neal.

Neal’s fingers curled around his, and he followed Neal into the shower, the hot water pouring over them and turning Neal’s smooth skin into bronze.

Way grabbed the soap and lathered it between his hands before reaching for the lovely skin.

Neal reached up for the showerhead, grabbing it, leaving all that skin within easy reach for him.

“You’re lovely, but you know that, huh?” Way asked.

“I’m glad that you think so. That’s what’s important.”

“I think so. I always wanted to be a big guy, but that’s not how I’m built.”

“I like how you’re built.” Neal slid a hand across his chest, brushing his right nipple, then moved it down along his belly.

“Skinny.” He shivered and drew circles around Neal’s hipbones.

Groaning, Neal pushed into his touches. “Slender.”

“Tiny.” He moved to Neal’s navel.

“You’re not that small.” Neal stroked his cheek. “It seems to me you’re the perfect size for you.”

“I am. I’m exactly my own size.” He nuzzled into Neal’s touch.

“Uh-huh.” Neal grabbed hold of the showerhead again and arched toward him. “Don’t stop touching.”

“I won’t. I promise.” And he didn’t. He stroked the tight abs, the heavy pecs.

Neal made great noises for him, little moans and sweet groans.

Way was sort of amazed how much it excited him to arouse Neal, to let himself touch. He could see Neal’s cock getting harder with every second, with every single one of his touches.


Sean 
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Friday, November 25, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 25


Today I am grateful for my dog. His name is Bacon and he is a beagle/boston terrier mix and he's adorable. I miss him a lot, but he'll be very excited to see me late Tuesday evening.


Sean
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The Closet Boy now out!

The Closet Boy is now out!

Way’ra Bernard is only twenty years old when his parents kick him out of the house. He has been brought up to believe being gay is wrong and he is going to go to hell for it. He tried very hard not to be gay but couldn’t change the way he felt. Now he’s living furtively in a closet on the third floor of the place he’s working as a janitor—the Iron Eagle Gym.

Neal McPherson is an unattached Dom in his midtwenties and a member of the gym. One evening after working out, he notices Way’ra on the stairs and he’s immediately attracted and intrigued, so he asks Way’ra out. Unable to come up with a reason to refuse and also interested in Neal, Way’ra accepts.

There are a lot of obstacles to the relationship they attempt to build after their date, not least of which is Way’ra’s upbringing and his lingering doubts about the kinky sex Neal enjoys. But with patience and persistence, Neal might convince Way’ra not only to accept himself, but to loosen his inhibitions enough to explore and find a happy ending together.

buy links:
Dreamspinner Press (both ebook and paperback)
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo



Excerpt:

Way snuck out of the Iron Eagle at five thirty, creeping downstairs before anyone could notice, and then settled in on a park bench to read under the streetlight. He’d had his cake on Friday and skipped his meal yesterday so that he could afford two coffees and two doughnuts.

He knew it was ridiculous. He understood that there was no way he could keep seeing Neal. He only had two shirts. Eventually Neal would notice.

So this was it. The last date. A nice coffee, a treat, a handshake, and then he’d go find a place in the park to hang out at until five, when he’d sneak back into the gym.

He wished it wasn’t so. Neal was… well, there wasn’t a thing about Neal he didn’t like. Kind, good-looking, smart, friendly, funny. Those blue eyes….

Right, and you’re a stupid kid with nothing. Seriously. No phone. No future. No schooling. You’re a janitor. Maybe in a year, when you have an apartment, a bed, maybe then you can make friends. Not now.

When he was pretty sure it was close to seven, he went to the Timmies on the corner from the gym and went in. Neal was already there, lounging in a chair and reading a paper. The sunlight glinted off his skin, making it shine.

Before he could decide this was a really bad idea and go, Neal glanced up and caught sight of him. The handsome face got even more so as Neal smiled at him, looking so pleased to see him.

He waved, tucking the book in his waistband so he could hide the little stain there, and headed in. “Good morning. What kind of doughnut do you like?”

“Well, since they don’t make that square one with the raisins anymore, I’m going to go with the honey cruller, please. And I’ve already got my coffee.” Neal raised his cup. “I was a bit early and figured you’d like me better if I already had the caffeine in my system. Also, good morning, Way. It’s nice to see you.”

“Thank you. Good morning. Let me get our breakfast. I’m starving.” He hurried to the counter and ordered two crullers and his coffee, loading it with sugar and creamer.

When he got back to the table, Neal had put aside the paper and was focused on him. Like, really focused—he could feel Neal’s gaze, almost like it was a touch. It made him feel… fluttery inside.

Stop it. Last date. Coffee. Sweet. Handshake. Over.

“How’s your weekend going?”

“I’ve worked out. A lot.” Neal chuckled and shook his head. “Anyway, I get to go back home this afternoon. Well, I went back yesterday afternoon and the place reeked of whatever crap they used. So I opened windows and stuff and am hoping to be able to move back in today. What about your?” Neal sounded genuinely interested when he asked, not like he was just being polite.

“It was fine, thank you.” He had an easy time of it on the weekends. He only had to work a few hours, and he spent the rest of his day reading in the closet.

“Cool. So what are you reading?” Neal asked. “I noticed you had a book tucked into your pants. I like a man who carries his entertainment with him.”

“It’s an old Tom Clancy.” It had been in the free bin at the library.

“Oh, those are fun. Nice long reads too.” Neal grabbed his doughnut and took a bite, humming a bit. “God, I love the sugary glaze on these.”

“Me too.” He wanted to scarf it up, but he knew better. Enjoy it as much as possible.

Neal seemed to be using the same guidelines, savoring each bite. He even moaned a little, the sound sending a shiver through Way’s body.

Just this one date. Remember it. Enjoy it.

“How’s yours?” Neal asked, licking the sugar from his lips.

God, that tongue made his toes curl, made his cock hard.


Sean
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Black Friday Sales You Don't Have to Leave the House For

Most of my publisher are having Black Friday sales on! And the best part is that you don't have to leave the house. 

All Romance -- 25% off many titles - all my self-pubs and all of my ARE published titles included! Here are my books.

Changeling Press -- Use the discount code CyberSale2016 and take 15% off your entire order -- as many books as you can stuff in your cart. Good now till the end of Cyber Monday. My Changeling Press books are here.

Dreamspinner -- 35% off the entire store today through November 28. My books are here.

Pride Publishing -- Today only 25% off the entire store. My Pride titles are here.


Sean
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Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 24





Today I am grateful for my life. I have wonderful family and friends and I'm doing a job I love.



Sean
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Happy Thanksgiving!


Happy Thanksgiving to all my US friends and readers!


Sean
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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 23


Today I'm grateful for food. It's necessary to life and can also be delicious, yummy, wonderful.

Sean
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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 22



Today I am grateful for clean air. I have allergies and asthma. Smoke and various other pollutants really bother me and get me all congested. So I really do appreciate clean, fresh air.


Sean
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Triple Lemon Cupcakes

I have had several requests, so these are the wonderful triple lemon cupcakes I made at the end of October that everyone loved. I got the recipe here. My mouth is puckering in anticipation - I'll have to make these again when I get home.

Triple Lemon Cupcakes

Ingredients:

CUPCAKES:
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 stick unsalted butter, melted  Coupons
1 1/4 cups sugar
3 large eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice (from about 1/2 a large lemon)
1 tablespoon lemon zest (from about 1 large lemon)
1/2 cup whole milk

FILLING & FROSTING:
1/2 cup lemon curd (jarred or from scratch) for the filling (I used the curd recipe from my favorite lemon meringue pie and then made mini lemon meringue pies with the extra curd)
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
5 1/2 cups powdered sugar
1 tablespoon lemon zest (1 large lemon)
4 tablespoons lemon juice (1 large lemon)
1/4 teaspoon salt
1-2 tablespoons heavy whipping cream, for desired consistency

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line cupcake tins with liners (makes 15-16).

Whisk flour, baking powder, and salt in a medium bowl.

Add melted butter to a large bowl and mix in sugar with a hand mixer for 30 seconds, until thick and yellow. Add eggs one at at time, beating after each addition. Beat in vanilla extract, lemon juice, and zest.

Add the flour mixture and milk alternately, starting and ending with the flour. Don’t over mix! Divide batter among liners, filling 2/3 full (about 1/4 cup of batter per cupcake). Bake for 13-18 minutes until a toothpick comes out clean. (Mine took about 14 minutes.) Cool completely before frosting.

To fill: cut out a small bit of the top/center of the cupcake. (Cut a hole that’s about the size of a dime and the amount of cupcake you take out is a little larger than a marble.) Fill each hole with about 1/2 - 1 tablespoon of lemon curd. I dug out right to almost the bottom of the cupcake, for lo, extra lemony goodness is delicious, then I saved just the top bit of the cut out part and put it back on the top of the filing so it didn't look like there was a hole

To make the frosting: Beat butter until creamy. Beat in salt and 1 cup of powdered sugar at a time until it’s all added.

Beat in lemon juice and zest. Add 1 tablespoon of heavy whipping cream and mix until smooth. Add more cream as needed for desired consistency. Frosting can be made up to 2 days ahead and stored in the refrigerator. Make sure to let it come to room temperature before using.

Frost cupcakes by placing frosting in a pastry bag. I like the 1M tip, it gives pretty swirls. Add extra lemon zest for decoration, if desired.


Sean
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Movie Tuesday

I haven't seen any movies in the past week, but there are a number that are on my go to list - which usually translates to I may see 1 at the theatre, but I'll be picking the rest up when they come out on Blu-Ray.

Dr. Strange:  Benedict Cumberbatch - yay! Weird assed, but amazing visuals - yay!

Arrival: sci-fi - 'nuff said

Moana: Dwayne Johnson doing voice-over for a main character - yay! Plus the ads for it look adorable

The Take: Idris Alba - yay! Somewhat weird premise - yay!

Collateral Beauty: I want to see this one solely based on the ads I've seen

Star Wars - Rogue One: Star Wars - 'nuff said

Assassin's Creed: because I've always thought the game looked neat (though I've never played it) I will admit, this one is almost guaranteed to be a see it after it's out on Blu Ray

I will admit that the only two I will probably make it to the theatre to see are Dr. Strange and Rogue One.

Happy Tuesday!

Sean
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Monday, November 21, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 21


Today I am grateful for storms. I'm also grateful that while there was plenty of thunder and lightning, the big rain and hail waited until we'd gotten inside with the groceries.

I love thunder and lightning and big rain. I also love a good winter blizzard. Both from a warm dry place, of course. That definitely makes a difference! But it's amazing to watch nature just letting loose.

Sean
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Contest for The New Boy in Audiobook

The New Boy, the first book in the Iron Eagle Gym series, is now available in audiobook and I have a free download code to give away!

Just leave a comment on this post, preferably with your email so I know how to get in touch with you, and I'll pick a random winner on Saturday morning - so comment anytime between now and Saturday morning to get your entry in!


Lance Packet just got a contract to shoot an erotic BDSM deck of cards; the only problem is finding models. So far everyone he’s interviewed thinks he’s looking for sex for hire. Then in walk three perfect examples of men: Tide and his friends, Tyrone and Bran.

Tide Germaine is a model and a Dom. He and his best friend Tyrone opened The Iron Eagle Gym as a place for gay men in the lifestyle to work out, do scenes, and congregate with like-minded men. The modeling is just another job for Tide, but it soon turns into a grand seduction as Tide falls for the shy, self-conscious photographer. The problem is Lance doesn’t believe he’s in Tide’s league, and he’s not at all sure about the Dom and sub thing.

It’s not going to be easy, but Tide’s going to have to convince Lance he belongs at Tide’s side as both lover and sub.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner ebook and paperback
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Sean
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My God It's Monday

Time is definitely zooming by, like seriously eek. It goes fast the rest of the year too, but it always speeds up when I'm on holiday - having such a good time I don't notice the passage of time, I guess. And I know I'm repeating myself, but it's seriously crazy how fast it is going that it bears repeating.

It's rainy, but still warmish here. Back home it is hovering around freezing and snowing slowly. I wonder if it'll warm back up or if the snow will stick around until I get home. I do love the snow, so I'd like it to still be there. Or at least to start falling again once I land.

The mountains are beautiful here. So large and stark, like these huge reminders of just how small and impermanent we are. Especially when compared to nature.

The landscape here is so different compared to home. Even when we were in near drought conditions over the summer and the grass had all gone brown, there were lots of tress and flowers - it was still quite green. And now that it's late fall, before the snow comes, the grass is still green as well. Here it's much more shades of brown, beige and tan as it's desert. The world really is a fascinating place.

I am going to try to squeeze in the last few blogposts for The Closet Boy before it's time to shop for Thanksgiving.

Happy Monday to all!

Sean
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Sunday, November 20, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 20


Today I'm grateful for laughter. We have indulged in a lot of it today and it's a wonderful thing.


Sean
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Suddenly Sunday

Time is going far too fast - it always does when I come to New Mexico for Thanksgiving. But I really wish it would go slower at the moment. Maybe just a little bubble over us.

I have a very busy December coming up, between book releases and Smutty Advent, which I'm going to be doing differently this year. I just didn't have time to do snippets for every day like I have done in the past, so instead there will be content every day - smutty excerpts from holiday books, lots of giveaways and physical prizes. Sort of like a mash-up of Halloweenpalooza and the Smutty Advents of the past.

Anyway. I think that's it for today - I'm on vacation :)


Sean
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Saturday, November 19, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 19


Today I am grateful for traditions. Like the one where I get to visit my best friends for Thanksgiving and we made stuff like Chex Mix, which I get to sit and munch while hanging out with BA and Julia.


Sean
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Smutterday - Bonus Smut!

It's Bonus Smut from Velvet Quartet!

 Velvet Quartet

When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.

For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?

Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.

Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.

Buy Links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Smutty Excerpt:

They shifted as one, Greg leaning against him so they could meet, full-bodied. Dumont gasped, the sensation of the heavy body on his own different, surprising, intoxicating. Delicious.

Perfect.

He ran his hands along Greg’s back, the silk shirt not hiding any of the shapes of his muscles and spine and they fascinated his fingers.

“Mmm. Very nice,” Greg noted softly.

He smiled against Greg’s lips.

“I’ve never made out with a man as large as you.” He’d been with many twinks, no one with muscles and strength and so much confidence.

“No?” Greg smiled. “I like to share pleasure with strong men.”

That raised so many questions, but Dumont found himself far more interested in continuing their explorations than asking them. There would be time for talking later.

He brought their mouths back together as he considered heading for the couch in the middle of the room. Greg took the glass from his hand and inclined his chin toward the couch. “Shall we?”

“Yes.” He followed Greg to the couch, smiling as the man put down their cocktails on the side table. He reached out and touched Greg’s hand, tugging him down.

“Hello, neighbor.” Greg’s smile was purely wicked. Hungry.

It made him wonder why they’d never done this before. “Hello…” Their gazes held for a long moment, and then he pushed their lips together, kissing Greg again. This time he had control of it.

Possibly because they had been busy, because he had been unhappy, because…

Greg held him, the connection solid, firm, confident. He still found that fascinating, and he leaned back a little, letting Greg hold him, keep him upright.

He ran one hand up along Greg’s stacked chest, squeezing one firm pectoral. Delicious. His cock was responding nicely to their touching and kissing, hardening right up.

Greg opened their pants, then gathered their cocks together in one hand. “This is good.”

It wasn’t a question.

“It is.” He wrapped his hand around Greg’s.

“Perfect.” They found a rhythm after a few strokes, and the pleasure made his eyes cross.

He brought their mouths back together again, wanting that lovely sensation too. They managed the kiss more easily, trading opportunities to explore, to press in. He grabbed hold of Greg’s tongue and sucked on it gently, and Greg squeezed their cocks.

He was going to come. Just from kisses and a hand job. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. He thought he liked it. A lot.

And it most definitely wasn’t boring.

He pushed into the kiss, pressed their torsos together, and enjoyed every second of their make-out session. He didn’t want to come too fast because he was getting off on this.

Greg hummed, backed off a bit and nibbled his bottom lip, then pushed back in to deepen the kiss. He liked it, and he slid his tongue along Greg’s, a full participant in the kiss. He felt a little buzzed—okay, more than a little, if he was honest.

It wasn’t the drink, though, he was pretty sure it wasn’t at least. This was a purely down to the chemistry between him and Greg.

He hadn’t met another Dominant that made him feel this way, not ever. He pressed their bodies together, enjoying the feeling of Greg’s muscles, not to mention the heavy ridge of that impressive dick.

He let go of their cocks in favor of sliding his fingers down to cup Greg’s balls.

“Oh.” Greg jumped, then chuckled.

He laughed too, cupping and rolling Greg’s testicles.

“That’s nice. I like the heat. Not too much pressure.”

Dumont chuckled. “Directing the scene, Greg?”

“Sharing information with my new lover.”

“That works. You’re my first non-sub lover.” He wasn’t used to being equals with his bedmates.

“It’s easier in ways. We can just touch and explore, no pressure.”

“Just the pressure to come.” But that was a different matter altogether.

“That’s a joy, though.” Greg cupped his ass, squeezed it.

Groaning, he pressed back into Greg’s hand. That easy strength was intoxicating, he had to admit. More than that, there was an innate respect for him as another Dom. It felt surprisingly arousing.

They pushed up against each other, and he fanned his hand out over Greg’s pec, continuing to play with Greg’s large balls with his other hand.

Greg squeezed his ass convulsively, fingertips digging in. Dumont enjoyed the sensations and the thought he might have bruises in the morning. Souvenirs. Reminders of a lovely evening.

Their kisses grew teeth, became more passionate as their touches drew them closer to orgasm. Greg was deliciously vocal, grunting and groaning, not holding anything back. He offered his own sounds in return, his body alight, Greg like a flame he couldn’t stay away from.


Sean
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Smutterday - Velvet Quartet

As promised, a smutty excerpt from the brand new Velvet Glove novel.

 Velvet Quartet

When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.

For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?

Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.

Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.

Buy Links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Smutty Excerpt:

“All I’m going to do is make you feel good. Is that okay, D’Ami? I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Yes. Yes, it’s okay.” More than okay.

Tupo beamed at him, and then he watched as Tupo’s tongue came out to lick across the head of his cock. It took a second to actually feel the rush of heat, the wild pleasure that made him gasp.

Tupo smiled, then licked again, tongue sliding across his slit. Then Tupo shifted gears, licking from the base of his cock up along it, and all Bene could do was watch and feel it slowly growing beneath Tupo’s sweet licks.

His balls drew up, the sensation shocking, stunning, the long licks drawing his cock to its full length. Tupo hummed and rubbed his cheek against Bene’s erection.

He could feel every bit of soft hair as it fell against him, tickling his shaft.

When Tupo had licked every part of Bene’s cock, he took the head into his mouth and sucked very gently. It felt incredible. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling, how his balls drew up tight.

Tupo continued to suck on Bene’s cockhead, but he began using his tongue as well, flicking it back and forth across his slit.

“Tupo! Tupo!” He didn’t even have words for the sensations that rocked him.

Tupo hummed, and that sensation vibrated through him.

His balls ached and his shoulders rolled up, his belly so tight. It was so big, almost too big, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted it to go further or if he wanted it to end.

Then Tupo sucked hard and he didn’t have a choice anymore. He came, crying out over and over as he filled Tupo’s mouth. Tupo swallowed his come, throat working, proving that he wanted to get every drop.

“Oh.” He reached down, stroking Tupo’s hair. “Thank you.”

Tupo drew off gently, lapping at his flesh and making shivers flow through him.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, November 18, 2016

The New Velvet Glove is here!

It's here! My brand new Velvet Glove novel is now available!

This is the third in the VG Resurrection series, following the people in the new renovated Velvet Glove. Hawk has a cameo in this one.

One question I am asked more than any other is what happened to the original Velvet Glove, well, if you check out Velvet Blade - it's all in there. You can get all 21 of the previous Velvet Glove books on sale for 25% off on All Romance Ebooks until the end of November. Velvet Quartet is also on sale for 25% off.


 Velvet Quartet

When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.

For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?

Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice. 

Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world. 

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There will be a smutty excerpt tomorrow, but for now, here is a non-smutty excerpt:

Bene D’Ami stared at the huge building, his head throbbing. He couldn’t do this.

He couldn’t. Malif had been wrong. This was a terrible mistake and he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t walk up to this huge, shining building and tell them he was there to belong to another man to be used for five full cycles.

Mam was so sick, though, and Malif had sold his own favors. To two men at the same time. No one had imagined both men would call in their markers at the same time.

No one. And now.

Now here he was.

He found his comm and called up his brother. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can, Bene. You look just like me. Enough to pass anyway. It’s not like we can pay the money back, and if I get sent to jail for fraud, we’ll lose the money I’m making, too.” Malif leaned close to the comm camera. “It’s only five cycles. I know you can do this. You might even enjoy it!”

“Five cycles. I’ve only been alive twenty!”

“I’m sorry, Bene. I am. I had to do it for Mam. I never thought they’d both call in their markers at the same time. Never.”

“But I don’t know how to be… a pleasure worker.”

“You aren’t. I took that job. You’ll be someone’s pet. One person. One man. That’s it.”

“But he’s expecting you. Malif, you’re so… so flamboyant and exciting and I am not.”

“You’re special in your own right, Bene. Besides, he doesn’t know me, he’s only seen holos of me, and we’re always being mistaken for each other, so that’s not going to be a problem. Please, Bene. For Mam.”

“What if I can’t please him?”

“You will. Be brave, little brother. Maybe you need more of a life than those books gave you.”

“I love my books, and my life was just fine before you ruined it!”

Malif’s eyes narrowed. “I told you what happened, and Mam is alive because I brought in the money to pay for her operations. I’m very sorry you don’t get to spend the rest of your life buried in those books and without any responsibilities, but that’s tough. You’re going to be fine. Just go to the desk and tell them that you’re Malif D’Ami for Dumont Westingcoat. And bam, you’re as good as gold. Just do it already.” With that, the comm went dark.

“But I’m not. I’m not Malif. My name is Bene.” He felt his cheeks begin to burn. “My name is Bene D’Ami. Dammit.”

He looked up at the building that housed the Velvet Glove, where he was meant to go meet his… his master for the next five cycles. It rose up toward the sky, towering over the rest of the buildings, the glass and steel it was made of the most incredible lilacs, mauves, and purples. It was both beautiful and imposing.

It was horrifying.

It was the thought of his mam that had him walking to the stairs that led to the huge doors. His legs shook, his hands opened and closed convulsively.

The doorman—doorman—opened the door for him. “Good afternoon, sir.”

Once he was through the door, a pretty man at the front desk smiled at him. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”

“I’m Mr. D’Ami for Mr. Westingc-c-coat, please.”

“Ah yes, he left a note that he was expecting you. We’ll get you checked in. You’ll have slave access to the building and to his suites.”

Slave access.

It took everything he had not to turn and run.

The guy took his picture, then turned a comm unit toward him. “Place your right palm on the screen, please.”

He held his hand out, the whole thing shaking like a nimboc leaf. The guy guided his hand to where it should be.

“Everything’s going to be okay. I was new once too. This is a good place.”

“I hope so. I’m so scared.”

“Your master will come down to get you and he’ll take care of you.” The guy looked at the comm unit. “You’re in the system now. Good. We have everything we need except for your safeword.”

“Safeword.” He’d read about this, but he didn’t want to have to have one. “Right. It’s emerald.” His favorite color.

“Emerald. Got it. And now that’s registered. I’ll let Master Westingcoat know you’re here. Do you have any luggage with you?”

“Just my bag.” His bookreader and another suit and his pajamas.

“We could bring it up for you if you like,” the man offered with a kind smile.

“I’m fine. Seriously. I’m okay. I’ll just stand here out of the way.”

“Don’t you want to come inside the building proper?”

He shook his head.

“I think your master will want you to be waiting in the lobby for him. And I’ll get you a glass of water or some other drink if you’d prefer.”

Water? As in real water?

“Okay.” The promise of real water was fascinating, too much to deny.

He went in past the second set of doors, and the man came around to hand him a glass full of clear liquid. “Go sit on one of the benches. I’m sure your master will be here soon.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.” He carried the water carefully, going to sit on a bench and trying to make himself as small as possible.

The water was indeed real water and tasted like no water he’d ever had the pleasure to drink before. And it was clear! Absolutely clear. It was sweet, cold, and lovely. He wondered if Malif had this where he was.

A shadow fell over him and he looked up. The man standing over him was stunning. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a handsome face, and the greenest eyes Bene had ever seen.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 18


Today I am grateful for bacon. For lo, it is bacon.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Random Friday

Random Friday is random!

  • having a fabulous time Chez Tortuga-Talbot
  • my flights went smooth as butter - both early to board, both early to land
  • look for Velvet Quartet to be available this weekend
  • Bassets Sonny and Sadie are the cutest and always remember me
  • just got first draft covers for the next two Dragon Soul Series books - love them!
  • working on blog posts for new releases is harder when you're on holiday
  • blurb writing is also harder when you're on holiday (and it's pretty hard to start with!)
  • the sun always seems way brighter in New Mexico
  • today will be movie day - we haven't decided what genre yet
  • finally had my first tamale - so good! will definitely have more
  • TGIF!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 17



Today I'm grateful for my eyesight. Sunshine and mountains, the sky, the earth, the things that grow, are all so beautiful and I can see it.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 16


Today I am grateful for planes. Today they brought me to New Mexico and my flights all ran smoothly!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 15


Today I am grateful to all the publishers who do it right and who pay their authors what they are owed and in a timely manner.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, November 14, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 14


Today I'm grateful for the moon, super or otherwise, and all the other amazing things I can see in the sky.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Balls and Strikes

More Smutterday on Monday!

It's not easy being a major league baseball player who's in the closet, but that's what Mac and Dove have to do in order to have their careers and each other. When Mac has an especially frustrating day, he knows he needs to deal with it himself.

Imagine his surprise when Dove appears at his hotel door. After all, they don't do this during the season. Is Dove changing the rules? And if so, can Mac follow?

Buy Links:
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Amazon


Smutty Excerpt:

"I'm not doing this." They didn't do this on the road. There was too fucking much to lose, too much to risk.

"You are." Dove's big hands wrapped in the collar of his shirt and pushed him up against the back of the door with a bang, hard lips descending on his, not giving him a chance to breathe, let alone respond.

Near black eyes stared into him, bored into him as that tongue fucked his lips and the big, solid body gave him no quarter; he was stuck between the wall and a hard place.

Evil bastard. Mac hated him. Hated him.

He grabbed Dove's head, the short, tight, black curls tickling his palm. Growling into the kiss, Dove ground against him, hard cock the best damn thing he'd felt all god damn day.

He pushed back, fighting Dove's strength, making Dove work for it. They hadn't called him in for innings. They thought he was fucking washed up. He'd shown them washed up, pitching a fucking no-hitter in his innings. He'd show Dove washed up, too, fight that fine fucking son-of-a-bitch for it.

He could feel Dove's muscles working to keep him right there, feel them flex and shift beneath the tight jeans, the even tighter t-shirt.

"Hate you." He bit Dove's full bottom lip, wanting to make it sting.

Dove grunted, hands leaving his shirt collar. One wrapped around the back of his head, the other grabbed hold of his ass, hard. He could feel that heavy club of a cock, grinding against him, making promises that Dove kept, over and over.

Dove broke the kiss, moving to bite at his throat. "Go on and fight me. Show me how fucking mad you are."

"You asshole. This is my fucking hotel room. Mine." He shoved at Dove's shoulders, hands sliding on the t-shirt.

Dove pressed him back into the door harder. "Yep. And I walked right in."

Dove covered him, taller and broader. The fucking bastard made him feel small, and he wasn't. One big hand tore open his shirt and those hot lips moved to his right shoulder, teeth digging in.

"Asshole!" He jerked, head slamming against the wall. There was ink, right there. One of a dozen doves, scattered over his body.

Dove's lips wrapped around the ink, sucking hard enough that it wasn't soothing the sting from the bite, not one little bit.

"Bastard. I'm not yours, you hear me? Not during the season."

That stopped the bite, Dove straightening to look him right in the eyes. "You. Are. Mine. Always."

The next thing he knew, Dove was dragging him to the mattress and tossing him onto it like he was a featherweight. The tight t-shirt was ripped off, baring Dove's dark skin, his amazing six-pack. Dove undid his belt next, not dawdling, but moving slowly enough it was a show. A tease.

A god damn fucking promise.


Sean
smut fixes everything



Halloweenpalooza - Super Grand Prize Winner

I'm looking for the Super Grand Prize winner for Halloweenpalooza.

Frances S. - please get in touch with me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) with your mailing address so I can send you your prize.

If I don't hear from you by November 30, I'll have to pick a new winner.



Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Torn

Any day can be Smutterday!

Pistol loves nothing more than the adrenaline rush of riding broncs; well, almost nothing. He loves Bender the most. Injured and tired and not sure if he's going to be able to ever ride again, Pistol comes home from the rodeo circuit, just hoping that Bender will welcome him with open arms after yet another long absence.

Buy Links:
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Smutty Excerpt:

Before Pistol could say anything Bender was on him, mouth covering his in a kiss that smashed his lips against his teeth and totally stole his breath.

Oh. Oh, thank God. He pushed up into the kiss, damn near sobbing with relief.

Bender grabbed the collar of his shirt, shifting him and slamming him up against his truck. All those long, lean muscles pressed up against him. He wrapped his good arm around his lover, his legs, clinging like a fucking leech.

Bender got both hands around his ass and hitched him higher, rubbing hard. There were no words, just hard, needy kisses and harder cocks bumping through denim.

Finally, he managed to find breath and brain enough to mutter, "Missed you. Need. Fuck."

"Shut up and kiss me." One hand worming between them, Bender tore at his jeans.

Jesus. There were outside, at the truck. Outside. And fuck, it felt good.

His prick pushed out of his open jeans and Bender wrapped a hand around him, palm calloused, fingers strong as they gripped him. He hadn't felt that touch in months, and he drove into it, his belly muscles burning like he was riding. He supposed he was, riding the sweetest fucking ride of his life.

"I can fucking smell you." Bender's hand moved, hard and fast.

"Need you." He bit the words out. "Bender!"

Rough, constant, just like he liked it. Bender knew what he needed. 

Fuck. He arched, balls aching as he gave it up, just like that. Boom.

"God damn, I've missed that smell." Bender's voice was rough, scratchy.

"Missed you." He was never going to be able to walk to the house.

"Ditto." Bender gave him another hard kiss then backed off. "Come on. We'll go in and you can show me how much."

"Uh-huh." Whoa. Wow. Also, welcome home.


Sean
smut fixes everything

My God It's Monday

I have today and tomorrow before I go and I'm definitely flailing. I've made a list of things that absolutely need doing by end of day today and I know from experience I won't have a whole lot of brain tomorrow, so that will be packing and making sure I have everything ready to go.

I have to get up at 4am on Wednesday morning to be at the airport for 4:30. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a 4am type of person. I've done it before, though, and once I'm through ticketing, security and customs, I can sit at my gate and doze. I usually sleep most of the first flight as well. The second half is longer, but it's filled with the excitement of knowing I'll be there soon.

I'm so looking forward to visiting, and to having a couple of weeks of relaxing.

There's something wrong with my beta fish. He spends most of his time sitting at the bottom of his little tank. Then every now and then he goes zipping around like made for 45 seconds or so, then he settles again. he doesn't come up to eat when I feed him.

The dog on the other hand, is keeping me company the same way he has since I got him, curled up in the seat next to me, sleeping. He snores more now than he did as a pup and it makes me grin every time he does. He's an old dog at this point (eight and his breed's lifespan is 8-12 years) and now that it's colder and there's less beasties outside, I suspect he'll be sleeping a lot more. He's always been way more cuddly during the winter.

All right, I need to buckle down and deal with some of these todos.

Have a great week!\

Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 13


Today I'm grateful for Tylenol/Advil/Alieve - the pain reliever of your choice. Yay for things that get rid of headaches.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Suddenly Sunday

It's already Sunday. It's already November 13. I can hardly believe that in 3 days I will be on my way to New Mexico to spend Thanksgiving with BA and Julia. Time has just flown. And of course the last few days and the next three days seem super busy as I try to wrap up as much as I can and get ready to go.

I'm really looking forward to it - it's always a fun and relaxing time and we laugh so much. I can't wait.

I have all three of my upcoming self-pubs with my editor (I am working her hard this month!) Velvet Quartet is back for a second round of edits, and should be out in the next week or so. Look for Twas the Night Before Christmas, Hammer Style on December 1 and Making it Work, the new mannies book on December 15.

Then there's Add Love and Mix, which is coming out at the end of December (and will be up for pre-order at the end of November) from Dreamspinner. It's got a firefighter, and EMT, and a surprise! six year old daughter. I can't wait to tell you more about it and share the sexy cover!

Changeling Press has put my Rose and Thorne series into a "box set." You can now get all four books in one download for a great price! If you haven't had a chance to read this series yet, now's the best time to do it.

Apparently Rose is just too big and scary to be a bouncer at the local club. He's considering going back into competitive bodybuilding when he meets Thorne. Short, slender and covered in ink, Thorne knows from the moment they meet Rose is the one.

Rose has been brought up to think things like spanking during sex are weird. Will Thorne be able to convince him whatever gets them off together is perfectly normal for them? And if he does, will Rose be able to take the next step -- calling Thorne Sir?

Publisher’s Note: Rose and Thorne (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Every Rose Has His Thorne, Tending to Rose, Keeping Sir Thorne, and Swinging Along by author Sean Michael.

Buy links:
Changeling Press
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo


Have a great week!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 12

I got really busy yesterday and didn't have a chance to do this, so...

Yesterday I was grateful for community caring. I was at a fundraising dinner for a community charity. There was an amazing meal, donated by a caterer who had been a refugee and needed help herself not all that long ago, silent auctions and a long table of donated items for sale. The hall was full.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, November 11, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 11


Today I am grateful for the men and women who fight for those of us who can't. I'm especially proud of the peacekeeping forces.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 10

Today I am grateful for the cold. I love the cold weather. It is so much easier to put on more clothing or a blanket, but when it's hot, there's only so far you can strip down. Once you hit skin, you're done.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I don't know what to say...

As most of you know, I tend not to talk politics or other serious topics like that very often - I try very hard to keep my blog/facebook/twitter places of positivity. I'm all about the smut and the love and the happy endings. It feels wrong to just ignore what's happened, though, and not say anything.

I am blessed to be Canadian, to live in a country where in the last election we voted in the guy who wanted to make Canada better, who said we can be better, we can move forward together without fearmongering and backstabbing. We voted in the guy who called up the leader of the opposition to give a joint press conference after the Orlando shooting where they kissed to show their support for the victims and the community. These two guys don't even like each other, but both felt it was an important statement to make.

I have been watching what felt like a circus going on south of my border and every day I said to myself, surely the hate isn't going to win. Surely the lies and hatemongering will not be rewarded. Everyone will see that for what it is and steer clear. Surely they will - they must. Then I watched the numbers coming in last night with disbelief and dismay like many other people. I still can't really believe it. I don't understand how anyone could have made the decision they did. I know there's nothing I can do about it.

What I can do is continue to spread love and positivity. I can wish every person reading this, every minority and every non-minority, my compassion and my hope that things will change again and swiftly, that the hate will be defeated and everyone will share the same rights under the law and in practice. I want to hug every single person who is reeling from this and tell them that I am with them. Because I am. I am with you. I support love. I support co-operation and change that brings better to every person. I want to live in a world where we worry more about how to house and feed the kid who has been kicked out than how much money and influence we ourselves have. I want to live in a world where instead of putting up walls because someone is different, we invite them in for dinner and learn about them. I want to live in a world where love of every color and variety is celebrated because it's love! I want the world to be a better place for you and for me. For everyone.  I want love and happy endings for all.

Sean
smut fixes everything (or at least is a positive thing)


Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 9

Today I am grateful for water.

I drink a fair amount of it and I am lucky enough that I live in a place where not only is the tap water fairly tasty, but I have a huge variety of bottled waters to choose from. Icelandic Glacial water is my favorite, followed by Daisani and then the tap.

Sometimes I get bored of drinking water, but more often than not, it's just what I needed.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Halloweenpalooza - Week 5 (final) winners

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Halloweenpalooza! I had a blast doing it! These are the winners for the last few days of Halloweenpalooza and this closes it out.

All winners have been contacted by email unless otherwise noted.

And the winners are:

Oct 29 - Grand Prize winner is Susan R.

Oct 30 - ebooks that I self-pubbed in October winner is Angie M.

Oct 31 - ebook copy of Once You Go Demon winner is Gabrielle L.

Oct 31 - Super Grand Prize winner is Frances S. -- Frances, you didn't leave an email address, so please contact me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com with your mailing address and I will pop it into the mail for you.

Congratulations to all the winners and thanks again to everyone who participated and helped make the Halloweenpalooza so much fun!



Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 8


Today I am grateful that I live in Canada. I love my country.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, November 7, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 7


Today I am grateful for editors. I don't like editing (mostly because it takes time out from when I could be writing), but that doesn't mean I'm not grateful for those people who help make the books cleaner, smoother, better. I'm especially grateful for the editors who I've worked with for a while, who I know are aware of my problem areas and I know will catch my goofy mistakes and any continuity problems.


Sean
smut fixes everything

My God It's Monday

Man, it sure does feel like a Monday today, too. I have all this stuff to do and am feeling distinctly unorganized about it. Doesn't help I'm doing that rabbiting thing where I can't focus on anything and just jump from thing to thing to thing.

However, there are good things about today - it's the second to last Monday before I go to New Mexico for my annual Thanksgiving visit. I am so looking forward to it and crossing my fingers for no problems on the flights down - last year we were delayed landing in Chicago and my flight from there to New Mexico had been cancelled and I wound up flying through Denver and everything was late and full and I finally did make it, but I usually get in at noon and it was almost ten pm instead! Had troubles coming home, too last trip. Hopefully that used up my bad flight karma for the foreseeable. It's all totally worth it, though.

I have some great newself-pubbed books coming - a new Velvet Glove is in the middle of edits and should be out mid-month, a new short novella featuring a bunch of the Hammer guys celebrating Christmas will be out early December, and then there's a new Mannies book I'm about to send to editing. I just need to come up with a title for it. Titles are so hard!

All the Velvet Glove books are 25% off at All Romance Ebooks for the entire month in celebration of the new one coming out soon. You can get those here.

I really enjoy writing the Velvet Glove books. So many ideas, so little time. If only I didn't need to sleep...

Anyway, I'm looking forward to you all meeting the men of Velvet Quartet!

Have a great Monday all.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 6


Today I am grateful for my big comfy chair. I relax in it, I work in it, it's very comfy and it's fairly big. 

Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 5


Today I am grateful for weekends where I can sleep in and do random activities on a whim.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Love in G Minor

Here's a smutty excerpt for Love in G Minor!

Sometimes a third is exactly what a pair needs.

Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long-time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they’re both intrigued. Such innocence doesn’t come along often and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.

Benji feels like he’s in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might be Stephen’s musical and artistic temperament that makes three a crowd. Can Jack and Stephen hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?

buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon
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Kobo


smutty excerpt:

Jack let himself in and threw his briefcase at the table in his office, grinning without humor as it thumped loudly. What a fucking shitty day.

He’d managed to lose a sizeable chunk of someone else’s money and, damn it, that made him cranky. It didn’t matter if the client had insisted on buying the damned stock—if he’d done his job right, he could have made lemonade somehow, at least controlled the damage, but no. Several million down the tubes.

He headed on down the hall and tossed his jacket at the bed, yanking on his tie. “Stevie? Where are you?” he bellowed.

“Trying to read in the library, but someone was being a noisy bastard.” Stephen leaned against the bedroom doorframe, long, platinum hair artfully disheveled, glasses perched on that pointed nose.

“You did hear me come in, then—took you long enough to show up.” He glowered for a moment before crowing in triumph when the damned tie finally gave way.

“A dead man in Toledo could have heard you.” He got a half-smile, Stephen’s slender fingers helping him with the tie.

He hummed, moving to settle his hands on Stephen’s waist. It was hard to stay in a bad mood when the scent of your lover filled your nose. He made a show of it, raising his head a little, sniffing the air.

Stephen stepped a little closer, rubbing them together. “Sensual bastard.”

“You love it,” he shot back, stroking Stephen’s hips through soft woolen pants with his thumbs.
“You keep telling yourself that.” Those blue eyes were sharp, shining, wanting him. Loving him.

He snorted and closed their mouths together, taking the hard kiss he wanted, grunting as Stephen responded, pushing his lover back up against the wall. Stephen pushed his fingers into Stephen’s hair, tugging them closer together.

His cock was hard, aching, need like a drum at the back of his head, beating low and fast. He started to hump, pushing Stephen hard against the wall with each push. God, he wanted it. Hot and hard and fast, then hot and slow and intense.

Stephen reached down, nails burning along his spine. He gasped. Yeah. Oh yeah, that’s what he desired, what he wanted.

“More,” he growled, shoving harder, getting a hand between them in order to open their pants.

“Pushy.” The sound of his dress shirt tearing was like a snarl.

He arched, moaning. “You know it.”

He got their zippers down, got his hand around both their cocks, working them nice and hard.
Stephen bit his bottom lip, hard enough to sting. “Yes. More.”

A shot of lightning went through him at the bite. Fuck, he loved this. Loved this man.

Jack stroked his thumb across the tips of their cocks, nail dragging over the sensitive flesh. A sharp cry pushed into his mouth, Stephen arching against him. He did it again, the pain going up his spine, settling in his balls as tight, hot need.

“Love!” Stephen’s heat sprayed over him, the scent heady.

“Yeah.” He just needed… He squeezed the head of his cock tight and cried out, his cum joining Stephen’s.

Stephen relaxed, nuzzling his neck, nipping and licking. He moaned, tugging Stephen’s shirt off and working his lover’s pants down. “Wanna tie you to the bed and fuck you blind.”

“You think you can?” Stephen was still hard, scorpion tattoo looking as if it was headed for those heavy balls.

He laughed, fingers tracing the black ink. “What—tie you up or fuck you blind?”

“Either or.” Stephen’s skin was covered in goosebumps.

“Oh, I think I can. And, what’s more, you know I can.”


Sean
smut fixes everything


Friday, November 4, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 4


Today I'm grateful for the summer. Yes, you read that right. I'm grateful for the beauty in nature that summer brings, and I'm grateful for the fact that once it's over, I so enjoy the cooler fall weather, and being able to wear a hoodie. Much as I love the cooler and cold weather, they wouldn't be as wonderful without the contrasting heat from the summer.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Random Friday is random


  • I've gotten a bunch of not time consuming things done - this is thanks to me having trouble hunkering down and focusing so I'm rabbiting from thing to thing to thing to thing
  • I want to see Dr. Strange this weekend, but I don't want to have to fight the crowds...
  • The next Velvet Glove book is a the editor and the next Mannies book will be going to the editor on Monday or Tuesday
  • I feel like there should be some Hammer Christmas hanky panky this year...
  • Have you gotten your entries in for the last few Halloweenpalooza contests? I pull winners after midnight tonight and then Halloweenpalooza is officially over. 
  • Had a blip of warmer weather, but thankfully that only lasted a few days and we are now going back to cooler. Love me some Fall. (Yes, I love me some Winter even more, but Fall is such a nice change from Summer)
  • I love that you can now buy a box of Saltines that are in the little packages of four - they don't go stale nearly as quickly that way after opening the box.
  • My beta fish loves the leaf hammock I have in his little tank - he uses it to sleep on all the time
  • Canada's Worst Driver is back for season 12. It always amazes me how bad the drivers are, but this year there is one who the camera crew all refuse to actually drive with... now that's bad.
  • This has been a very random Random Friday post
  • I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Sean
smut fixes everything

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Thirty Days of Gratitude - Day 3



Today I'm grateful for electricity. No seriously. This is something I totally take for granted 99.99% of the time. Then there's the 0.01% when the power goes out and suddenly I realize just how much of my life is electricity dependent. Everything from keeping food cold, to being able to cook it, to the majority of my entertainment. Even reading needs lights evening and night time.

This morning there was a brown-out. I've never been through a brown-out before. None of the electronics worked, no TV, no stove, fridge, etc. and the lights worked, but only at about half power. It was the weirdest thing. All the street lights were sort of lit up when I took the dog out, but the traffic lights were not working. Luckily by the time I got back with the dog, the power had been fixed. But it reminded me that yeah, I am totally grateful for electricity - it definitely enriches my life big time.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Throwback Thursday

It's been a year and three quarters since I put up my first self-pubbed title. At that time it was just to get a few of my by then out of print titles back up and available. But then I suddenly had all the rights back to all my books from two different publishers and I'm so glad I already had the self-pubbing going and had contacts for covers and editing and file formatting, etc.

I'm still just with Amazon and All Romance Ebooks for self-pubbing. Not all distributors work with Canada.

So the very first book I self-pubbed was one from way back, called Caged. The excerpt is smutty!

Palin leads a well-ordered life, needing peace and quiet after spending his days working as an information broker, reading minds for money. Which is why Tigre seems like such a strange choice for him as a lover.

When Palin sees vala Tigre in one of his mindreading forays, he knows he has to have him, despite the fact that the man has been created for two purposes; fighting and pleasure. Together they build a new life, one of pleasure and pain, of love and discipline. When life threatens to tear them apart, they fight to keep the home they’ve created, even if the obstacles they must overcome are within as much as without.

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Smutty Excerpt:

The Eiba smiled and tilted his head up. "K-kiss m-me, Tigre."

"Yes, Eiba." He leaned down, brushed his lips against the Eiba's, moaning softly.

"Oh. Y-yes, Tigre. M-more." The Eiba's mouth opened slightly, the breath that warmed his own lips was sweet.

He was very careful, gentle, touching the inside of the Eiba's mouth with his tongue. The Eiba whimpered, melted against him. He wasn't sure what to do, so he simply held, pretended they were in the bath and that this was easy.

The Eiba's tongue came out and met his, soft and gentle, warm. It made him shiver, but he opened, gave the Eiba his mouth, his heat. The Eiba moaned and he could feel the heat of the Eiba's need grow and press against his thigh through the pants the Eiba wore.

It was his purpose. To fight. To fuck. To be for an Eiba. His goal.

"Und-dress m-me," murmured the Eiba, eyes looking up at him from behind the Eiba's windows.

"Yes, Eiba." The shirt was soft, silky. He liked how it felt to his fingers.

Beneath it the Eiba was slender, but not skinny. He knew there were muscles there -- the whipping had been hard, well-done. He put the shirt aside, then knelt to remove shoes and pants, his own braid heavy against his back. The Eiba's hands slid over his shoulders, touching him as the Eiba's breath grew stronger, came quicker. He breathed in deep, the smell of need familiar, strong.

As he undid the Eiba's pants, the long, slender cock pushed out eagerly, standing proudly and reaching toward the Eiba's belly. When he had the Eiba bare, he sat back, waiting, patient.

"T-taste m-me, Tigre."

"Yes, Eiba." He bent his head, swallowing the Eiba down, curious to learn the flavor, the taste.

A soft cry filled the air, fingers sliding into his hair as he pulled the salt and sweet taste in. So gentle, compared to the others, so sweet. It confused him, made him shudder.

"G-good, Tigre." The Eiba's hands encouraged him to move on the long, slender cock.

He took every inch, swallowing carefully, his mouth well trained.

A shudder moved through the Eiba's body. "Oh!" The Eiba whimpered and began to move carefully.

He wasn't sure if the sound was good or bad, so he just followed the cues, sucking and humming as he could.

"Oh. Y-yes. Yes." Another whimper and the Eiba was looking at him, eyes hot on where his mouth was wrapped around the Eiba's cock.

Yes. Heat flooded him, the praise sweet, perfect. The Eiba's fingers slid on his cheek, traced his lips where they stretched around the Eiba's cock. The Eiba's hips moved faster, pushing the hard cock into his mouth over and over. It was easy to let the Eiba in, let himself be taken.

"Tigre... Oh." A soft cry sound, the Eiba's hips bucking, seed pouring down his throat.

He swallowed, drinking the bitter salt down, drinking the Eiba down.

The Eiba sank down into his arms and leaned against him, hand reaching for his cock. "Thank y-you."

"Thank you?" His cock leapt, pushed up into that touch, begging for it.

"F-for the p-pleasure." The Eiba's lips pressed against his, the hand around his cock stroking, sliding and squeezing.

"Oh." He moaned, body shivering. "Pleasure. Pleasure."

"Y-yes." The Eiba's free hand slid along the chain that ran from his nipple to his cock and tugged.

He cried out, eyes going wide as the sound left him. Oh. Oh, please don't stop. "Sorry."

"F-for w-what?"

"Noise." The noise. The sound.

The Eiba frowned for a moment. "Oh! N-no, I d-did n-not say n-no n-noise." Another tug came to the chain, the fingers around his cock continued to stroke. Another moan broke free, his cock harder than ever. The Eiba nodded. "I w-want to h-hear."

The chain was tugged this time, harder, the Eiba's lips pressing against his again. He rocked, trusting the Eiba to tell him when to stop, when to still. The hand around his cock tightened, moved with faster and faster strokes. A finger slid across the tip, sliding liquid down over his shaft.

"E... Eiba. Eiba." Hot, he was hot, aching, caught in the touch.

"Take y-your p-pleasure, Tigre."

Oh! Oh, Eiba. Eiba...

He came, roaring his need, his joy, his pleasure.

"Oh. Y-yes!" The Eiba nodded, looking happy. The hands on him gentled, kept touching though.

"This... this vala thanks the Eiba." So much.

"Tigre," the Eiba corrected softly.

"T... tigre." He panted. "This Tigre thanks the Eiba."

The Eiba nodded, smiled. "Y-you're welcome." Then the Eiba stood and held out a hand. "C-come. W-we eat."

"Yes, Eiba."

His hand fit with the Eiba's just like it was meant to be there.


Sean
smut fixes everything