smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut

Friday, July 28, 2017

Random Friday

... is random!

  • I have not been in the headspace to be around a lot in social media lately. Part of it is summer, part of it is what's going on in the world, but I'm trying to turn things around.
  • I love that this gay dad-dating game is doing well 
  • I've decided to stop buying bread and have been making everything from hamburger buns to French sticks to more interesting loaves. I am going to try a salsa bread today, which looks like a basic bread, but instead of water, you put in a cup of salsa. It looks super fun.
  • There's just a few more days of Christmas in July specials of 40-66% on 20 of my titles. Find the full list here.
  • I have been loving strawberry season. There is nothing like fresh, local strawberries.
  • I have been watching a bunch of movies - I should do a movie monday round up from the last three weeks or so.
  • I found "zesty bbq" roasted almonds at the store the other day. I am loving these. 
  • I have had a dozen or so raspberries of the little bushes in my garden. Raspberries are such a bright flavored fruit.
  • The writing has been slow this month. I'm blaming summer.
  • I did get the next Iron Eagle Gym novel in, and received a contract for it. So yay for that. Look for The Eager Boy in late spring 2017!
  • I'm trying to give up all pop - so no more ginger ale, which has been my bubbly drink of choice since I gave up coke. I wish I liked bubbly water or tonic water, but I don't. It would make it easier to have something bubbly to replace the pop.
  • I'm also trying to give up chips, so I've been having nuts to replace the chips when I want something saltycrunchy. It's easier to give up the pop and chips at the same time as they kind of go hand in hand.
  • Okay, I need to bake bread and make sure I have something planned for supper. 
  • TGIF!
Sean
smut fixes everything

Thursday, July 27, 2017

I'm angry

I haven't said a lot about American politics. As I'm not an American, it has felt like it isn't really my right. And I like to keep my presence on social media a positive one. But while I may not be an American, I am a human being. And I'm angry. And I've had enough.

My very best friend in the world is under attack on a multitude of fronts.

She's female. Boom - under attack.
She's mixed race. Boom - under attack.
She's a lesbian. Boom - under attack.
She's sick, like really sick. Boom - under attack.
Her son is trans. Boom - under attack.

And it makes me so fucking angry that there are so many people who are so ugly, so awful, so full of hate that they are doing everything they can to take her down. Her and millions and millions of others like her.

Every morning I wake up and see the news and I get angry again. I can't see that man's name without my hackles rising. I can't see his face without getting so angry. Just blindingly angry.  The sound of his voice makes me want to throw things. He is so hateful, so awful, and he's the symbol of everything that is wrong in the world. He stands for all the terrible people who care so little for anyone other than themselves that they're willing to watch people die, to watch people live in poverty so they can make an extra buck.

Well fuck you very much to him and his party of assholes.

My heart bleeds for anyone who is hurting under this administration. We are all human beings first and foremost and everything else is just details - it shouldn't matter what race, religion, gender, etc, that anyone is - everyone deserves the right to live the best life they can.

I want to end this on a positive note somehow, but I'm struggling to find it.  I guess I'll bring it back to my best friend. I love her and I want her to be happy. Hell, I want her to be alive.  I want all of you whose lives are under attack to be happy and alive.

Be strong. You are not alone. Love will overcome hate. It has to. It just has to.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Smutterday Bonus!

It's another deleted scene from Seduced by the Tide. When I started writing this, Bryan hadn't divulged to me yet that he wasn't terribly experienced, so I wound up deleting a number of scenes wholesale and reworking things. So this scene is not edited and some stuff will have changed as far as plot and character go. Still fun, though, eh?

Seduced by the Tide

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…  

Deke has yet to meet a man who gives him a rush. Coast Guard rescue has kept the dragon shifter busy, but there's no harder work than finding a mate. Then comes Bryan. Bearded and inked, the personal trainer turned mechanic smells of grease, sweat and red meat. How irresistibly human can you get? And when it comes to hot, slamming sex, they're the perfect fit. Now all Deke has to do is to tell Bryan what he really is, and what he has planned for them.

Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can't shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he's falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.

Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he's satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he's ready to face it.

Book two in the Dragon Soul series

buy links:
Carina Press
Amazon
Other links available on Carina Press page.


Deleted Scene:

“Please, you know that’s just because we need sustenance before we get back to fucking again.”

Bryan snorted at him, flipped the bacon and grabbed a carton of eggs. “Scrambled or fried?”

“You decide, baby. I am in your hands.” He sat back, relaxing, watching every move that Bryan made. God, he did have it bad.

Bryan cracked a bunch of eggs and started stirring, ass rocking as he did. Deke licked his lips. He was pretty sure bacon and eggs would not keep, but he didn’t even care, anymore.

“Did you want toast too?”

“No, baby, I just want you. Take the bacon off and we’ll eat it as is before jumping each other’s bones.”

“The eggs?” He saw the flush climbing up Bryan’s spine.

“Throw ‘em back in the fridge, throw ‘em in the garbage, I don’t really care. Just get your ass over here.”

He got a look from under the dark fringe of hair, Bryan twisting to show off those perfect abs, hard little nips. “What?”

“Oh, you heard me, but I’ll say it again. Get your fucking ass over here right now. Or I’ll have to come get you.” And that had an appeal of its own.

“I’m cooking eggs.”

Oh, a challenge. How fucking hot was that?

“If you put them on that stove they’re going to go to waste, I promise you.” All his muscles tightened, getting him ready to spring.

“I-”

That was more than he needed to pounce, to wrap around his baby and plaster himself against Bryan’s back.

“Put. Down. The. Eggs. Turn. Off. The. Stove. And. Back. Away. From. The. Stove.” He punctuated each word, alternating between swats and bites.

Bryan’s hand was trembling as he reached out and turned off all the burners on the stove.

“Good boy.”

“Not a boy.”

“You’re my boy.” Everything in him was saying that, no matter how much he tried to ignore it or push it aside.

His teeth sank into the curve of Bryan’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise, and he drove against Bryan’s ass. He wrapped his hands around Bryan’s waist and tugged him back to meet him as he rubbed. “Gonna bend you over the counter and take your ass.”

He rubbed a circle around Bryan’s ass, pushing in hard. Take his ass, redden his ass, make him scream.

Stepping back, he pulled down Bryan’s sweats, and then his own. It made him growl a little, seeing Bryan’s naked ass. His. That was his. He reached out and grabbed Bryan’s ass, squeezed it hard.

“Spread for me, boy. Push your ass back toward me.”

Groaning, Bryan did what he asked without hesitation, without complaining about being called boy again, and that lovely butt pushed out, begging for him.

He swatted one ass cheek hard. “This is mine.”

Bryan didn’t answer, so he said it again, smacking the opposite cheek this time. Another groan sounded and Bryan pushed his ass farther back. Deke took advantage and began to spank Bryan, swatting his ass again and again.

“Look at you, dancing for me, asking for this.” He ached with how hot Bryan was. “I’m going to make your tanned ass look red, and then I’m going to take it, feel the heat of you against my hips as I fuck you.”

Bryan cried out, legs parted, balls swinging with each sway.

“So fucking hot, boy. You set me on fire.” He could feel the heat growing between his hand and Bryan’s ass as he continued spanking.

He snapped his fingers against Bryan’s crack, catching the tiny hole, and his boy stood up, going tall. He grabbed Bryan’s ass again and squeezed.

“Spread, boy.”

Bryan did and he groaned, pushing at the still swollen hole, Bryan was still slick and stretched from the night before.

He tapped it again, letting his fingers bounce off the swollen ring. The heat was incredible, and he wanted inside. Like desperately. Like they hadn’t already made love a hundred times over.

“Deke. Come on, man.”

“Are you begging me to fuck you?” He could enjoy a little begging.

“Encouraging,” Bryan countered.

Deke laughed at that, lining his cock up with Bryan’s hole and pressing against it without breaching it. “I should probably lube my cock up, if nothing else.”

“Uh-huh.” Still Bryan pressed back toward him.

“It’s in the bedroom,” he noted. “And we’re in the kitchen.”

“We are. Come on. I need you. Now.”

He chuckled, but it wasn’t funny how badly he needed to push forward and sink into Bryan’s body. Groaning, he went ahead and did it. If he was hurting Bryan, his boy would tell him.

When he pushed in, he discovered his boy was slick, ready for his cock. Oh. Oh, sweet slutty man!

“Naughty, naughty baby.” He pushed all the way in until his hips pressed up against Bryan’s ass.

“M-me?” Bryan moaned, head falling back against him.

“Totally you.” He pulled out, then shoved back in again, burying himself in the most perfect place on earth.

He established a nice, solid rhythm, opening Bryan’s hole again and again. Fuck, it was good, perfect.

Bryan was white-knuckled against the counter, holding on to meet his thrusts. He added his strength, pulling Bryan back into the cradle of his hips and staying deep, rocking hard, rolling his prick against Bryan’s gland.

He did it over and over, trying to drive Bryan higher than ever.

“Damn. You rock my world, Deke. I swear.”

“Ditto, baby. Absofuckinglutely ditto.”

Bryan moaned, ass clenching around his cock.

“Fuck!” He rocked faster, slamming in now and bashing up against Bryan’s gland.

“Yes.” Bryan’s cry was soft, but the pressure around his cock sure wasn’t.

He sped his movements, settling into a strong rhythm, and Bryan took every single inch of him. Still he wanted more, and he moved harder, needing to be buried deep inside his boy.

“Need you.” The simple words rocked him, all the way to the bone.

“Got me.” He was right fucking here, pounding into Bryan, making them one.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead between Bryan’s shoulderblades. Then he bit at one, teeth sinking in and staying there, holding on.

“Fuck!” Bryan’s ass worked him like a fist.

That’s what they were doing, in spades. With biting included. He roared around the flesh in his mouth, his fingers tightening on Bryan’s hips. He’d be leaving bruises there.

He swore he could feel Bryan’s heartbeat, pounding around him, through him. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to do this forever. For fucking ever.

“Forever, Deakon-meine.”

Oh fuck. There was no way he could deny it now. He slammed in harder, snaking one hand around to grab Bryan’s cock. He pulled it, stroking like he was trying to light a fire.

It didn’t take long before his baby was screaming, begging him for more, for harder, for everything.

He gave it, he gave Bryan everything he could, driving them both higher and higher. This was his bonded. His soul mate. His own.

He couldn’t deny it or push it to the back of his head any longer. He roared again, the pleasure huge.

Bryan’s scream joined his, their passion knitting together.

“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come on my cock.”

With those words, his lover shot, holding his prick in deep. He roared again as Bryan milked his cock and he came, filling his boy with his come, marking Bryan deep inside.

His. His baby. His own.

He stayed buried inside Bryan, resting his head against the hot, sweaty back as he panted, working to catch his breath.

“That was...intense.”

“Yes.” He couldn’t deny that. He didn’t want to. It had been amazing. “Never felt anything like it before.”

“Me either.”

They were both so screwed. Eventually in a great way, he was sure, but in the meantime, not so much.

He pushed the thought away, wanting to enjoy the afterglow. He breathed in deeply, smelling the sweat on their bodies, his boy scent strong and male and wonderful.

Of course, the bacon smelled pretty damn good, too. His stomach growled loudly and he snorted. “Is that bacon still good?” It didn’t smell like it had burnt but he had no clue if the heat was still on under it or not.

“It is. Cook the eggs and I’ll go clean up. I’m a mess.”

He licked a line along Bryan’s spine. “I could do that. You want them scrambled?” Because it didn’t seem to matter how he set out to make them, they always wound up scrambled.

“They’re already scrambled, man. Just throw them on the heat.”

“Oh, cool. That’ll work.” He turned Bryan around and took a hard kiss. Then he made himself push Bryan away, smack that amazing ass. “Go on. The food’ll be ready in five minutes.”

“I’ll be cleaned up in less than that.”

He looked Bryan up and down. “Just making sure I commit dirty you to memory.” He chuckled as he turned his attention to the stove.

“You’re a butthead. Good thing I like you.”

His chuckles turned into outright laughter as he turned on the burner under the frying pan and poured in the eggs.

He really wished time would just stop and he wouldn’t have to go back to work or tell Bryan that he was a dragon and Bryan was bound to him now. Well, Bryan had kind of been tied to him to start with, what with being his soul mate and all.

He was going to have to talk to Jake again about divulging the secrets of the Beteferoce family to someone who didn’t even know dragons existed. In the meantime, he was going to have breakfast with his man and then make love to the man all over again.

He’d deal with the complications later, right? Right.

Today he’d just revel in what they had together.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Making a Splash

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt for Making a Splash.

Making a Splash

After a scandal of Olympic proportions, Vince Dawson lost his job as a diving coach and is on a downhill slide. So when he sees Austin Brody at a local pool, diving like a trained athlete, he thinks he’s found his ticket back to the big leagues.

Austin thinks Vince is crazy for wanting him to dive competitively. He dives for beer and smokes, while working double shifts as a welder. Still, he’ll give training with Vince a shot.

But Austin isn’t willing to let Vince rule his life, and Vince—used to hopeful young athletes folding under pressure from him—finds Austin baffling… and hot. Even if they can work together and become more than friends, they still have a long way to go before they’ll be ready to compete.

Buy links
Kobo


Smutty Excerpt:

 Austin looked up, eyes meeting his straight-on. “You full already?”

“For food, yeah.” Talk about being caught. He couldn’t have looked away if he’d tried. He didn’t try.

“I’m too tired to pretend I don’t want you. You’re gonna have to forgive me.”

“I’m pretty tired of pretending I don’t want you myself.” He took a breath, found himself swaying closer. “This is probably a bad idea,” he said softly, glance shifting between Austin’s lips and those eyes.

“Yeah. Shitty. C’mere. Kiss me.” Demanding little shit.

It made him smile, and he was still smiling as their lips pressed together. Oh, fuck. He was in deep shit. He could feel the contact down to his toes. Austin hummed and scooted closer, melting against him.

He slid his hands down Austin’s bare back, one coming to stop on that pretty jeans-covered ass, the other continuing to stroke along Austin’s spine. He licked at Austin’s lips, wanting in, wanting a proper taste. Spicy. Sharp. Male. Austin tasted good, mouth hot as those lips opened for him. Austin wrapped one of his hands around the back of Vince’s head, holding him, stroking lazy circles in his hair.

Sexy and hot, soft and hard in all the right places. Vince groaned as he slid his tongue through Austin’s mouth. He stroked Austin’s tongue with his own, fingers playing along Austin’s spine. The man might be a virgin, but he knew how to kiss, knew how to feel it and want it and show appreciation.

Vince let his eyes close and felt it right back, tangling his tongue with Austin’s now, his breath stolen. He tugged Austin closer, feeling that lean length pressed against him.

Austin shifted, moving to straddle his thighs, fingers framing his face. “Oh. Hey.”

“Hey.” He grabbed Austin’s ass with both hands and tugged him in so their pricks rolled together, the two layers of jeans maddening, delicious.

“Oh. Oh, fuck.” Those eyes went wide, Austin moving faster, pushing against him.

“Yeah, fuck.” He nodded and worked a hand between them, twisting open the button on Austin’s jeans. “Gets better.”

“Promise?” Long and hard, Austin was hung.

“Hell, yes. I promise.” He got Austin’s zipper undone and groaned happily as that heat pushed out into his hand. “Lots better.”

“Oh. Oh, fuck. Vince.” Austin’s head fell back, throat working, hips jerking and driving that prick into Vince’s palm.

“Sh. Sh. Hold on a sec. Let me….” He fumbled open his own jeans and brought their pricks together, wrapped one of his hands around them, and started working them together. “There. See?”

His only answer was a deep groan and the flush working its way up Austin’s flat belly. He leaned forward and grabbed one of Austin’s nipples between his lips, sucking and tugging on it, letting his tongue flick across the tip as his hand kept moving.

Austin went still, eyes watching him, lips parted. “Oh. Oh sweet fuck. I’m—I’m gonna. I can’t.”

“That’s the point, baby. Give it to me.”

He licked his way up, mouth closing over the artery where Austin’s pulse beat like a wild thing. Austin shot hard, hot, spraying over his hand, his cock, the smell rich and strong and sexy as fuck. Vince moaned, still working them, looking to keep Austin hard—the joys of youth.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Book Day Wednesday

Making a Splash is out today!  This is a reprint and I'd like to thank Dreamspinner Press for giving the book a new home and new life.

There's an excerpt here, and I'll post a smutty one on Smutterday!

Making a Splash

After a scandal of Olympic proportions, Vince Dawson lost his job as a diving coach and is on a downhill slide. So when he sees Austin Brody at a local pool, diving like a trained athlete, he thinks he’s found his ticket back to the big leagues.

Austin thinks Vince is crazy for wanting him to dive competitively. He dives for beer and smokes, while working double shifts as a welder. Still, he’ll give training with Vince a shot.

But Austin isn’t willing to let Vince rule his life, and Vince—used to hopeful young athletes folding under pressure from him—finds Austin baffling… and hot. Even if they can work together and become more than friends, they still have a long way to go before they’ll be ready to compete.

Buy links
Kobo


Excerpt:

Oh.

Phone.

Ow.

Okay.

Phone.

Austin frowned, searching the bedside table. Man, it was bright for evening. Oh, man. Morning.
Fuck.

“’Lo?”

“Austin. Hey, there, it’s Vince. You ready to rock?”

“What time is it?” He blinked over at the clock, which was blinking 12:00. “Man, there a storm last night?”

“I don’t think so. It’s 9:00 a.m. Is something wrong? You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

“No. Damned lights went out. I musta slept all night. You find us somewhere to go?” He got up, went to shave, lighting up as he went.

Oh. Wow. Shaky.

Food.

Foooooooooooood.

“Yeah, I’ve got us a space. You sure you okay?” Vince sounded concerned.

“Yeah. Just need food. Slept through any sort of snack.” He usually had something around nine or ten. He grabbed a Snickers bar and munched away.

“I did some research. We’re good with the diabetes, but you’ve got to eat, Austin. Especially with the activity you’re going to be doing. Why don’t I come get you in a half hour—that enough time?”

“Uh-huh. Got a Snickers. I’m good. I’ll jump in the shower.” He grabbed his toothpaste, his toothbrush.

Vince snorted. “We’re going to have to have a talk about your diet, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you in thirty.”

He hung up, jumped in the shower, and started soaping up. Too fucking bad he didn’t have time to jack off. Vince was a babe. A little old, sure, but hot. Fuck him raw. The guy was a stud—nice muscles, pretty eyes, good hands. A nice deep voice. And the man sure had a hard-on for diving.

Man.

Diving.

For money and shit. Damn. It was weird as hell. A guy goes to the pool to goof off and ends up talking to a fucking Olympic coach.

He hopped out, grabbed a pair of trunks and jeans, and started drying off. There was a knock on the door, bright and cheerful somehow.

“It’s open.” He tugged the jeans on and started hunting for a T-shirt. Man, it was so laundry day.

Vince came in, looking good in a pair of tight jeans and a shirt, buttoned all the way up, tie around his neck.

“Man, you look good. Tie and all. Want a Pop-Tart?”

“Gotta impress the peeps.” Vince winked at him. “Snickers bars? Pop-Tarts? I thought you were diabetic?”

“I am.” He grabbed his glucometer, his syringes. “I’ll shoot up.”

Vince laughed. “Yeah, I’ll have a Pop-Tart. I’m serious about the diet thing. I’ll do your shopping for you if I have to—you need to be in top physical shape, and Pop-Tarts don’t cut it for breakfast if you’re working hard for eight hours a day.”

“You want brown sugar or strawberry?” He fished out the box, checked his sugars: 230. Bleh.

“Strawberry. We’ll go through the drive-through at Burger Barn on our way to the pool.”

Oh, excellent. Pop-Tarts and sausage biscuit. “Where are we going? Waco? Austin? The one here in town?”

“The one here in town. We’ll move on to the big leagues once we’ve got some sponsors.” Vince looked pleased. Happy made the man even hotter.

“’Kay.” He took his shot and scarfed down his breakfast and a glass of milk. Man, it was almost ten.
“You ready?” He had to be to work in twelve hours.

Vince licked crumbs off his lips and nodded. “Yeah. I can’t wait to put you through your paces.”

“That sounds ominous.” Not to mention fun. He stretched, back creaking and popping. “Let’s go play.”

Vince laughed. “I do like you, Austin.”

The truck was parked out front, and Vince got him settled, then headed around to climb in the driver side.

“So, what’s the plan, Stan?” He wasn’t sure what this whole thing was supposed to be like.

“I’m literally going to put you through your paces. You’ll show me everything you can do, and then we’ll sit down and decide what we need to work on. At lunch we can set up a workout/diving schedule and a menu. And I’ll go over my plan of attack for the sponsors with you, make sure you’re okay with the people I’m going to talk to.” Vince pulled out into the traffic and headed for the pool.

“Oh.” Okay. Good thing he got some sleep last night. “Cool. I don’t have, like, a gym membership or nothing. That’s cool, right?”

“I’ve got some weights at home, and you’ve got the trampoline—that’ll do for now. We’ll make do for a few weeks, and by then we’ll have the sponsors starting to throw us the money.” Vince winked at him as he parked. “I’ll get that contract to you tomorrow—you have someone who can look it over for you?”

“Yeah.” Uncle Jack had gone to paralegal school once. That would work.

“Good.” Vince put a hand in the small of Austin’s back and led him in. “So this place has a five-meter platform. You know how to dive from a platform?” There was a twinkle in Vince’s eyes that said the man was teasing.

“The nonbouncy diving board? Yeah. You can do tricks easier off those, but I like the bouncing too.” Hell, he liked diving. He liked the shock of hitting the water, the rush right before, the whole thing.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday

Today's Top Ten is all about food - this time my favorite cuisines or types of food.

Top Ten Favorite Cuisines

10. Thai - noodles with veg and tamari sauce and crushed peanuts. Yum.
9. Indian - I love me a good karma and naan is one of the best breads and is perfect for dipping into sauces
8. Italian - Alfredo sauce with lots of fresh garlic for the win.
7. Danish - my mom is Danish so I've grown up eating a lot of the traditional food, especially at the holidays.
6. Japanese - tempura for the win! Shrimp, veggies, it doesn't matter what as long as it's tempura'd I'll eat it. I like some sushi too.
5. Chinese - gimme a buffet and I'm a happy camper.
4. British - I love roasts of all kinds, but especially roast beef
3. German - I love me some schnitzel mit frites (mit being German for and)
2. Tex-Mex - I just love tex-mex food. Flautas, fajitas, nachos, burritos, enchiladas
1. Canadian - I eat this the most and enjoy it the most. Gimme a steak and fries, a burger, poutine, lots of veggies...

Now I'm hungry.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, July 3, 2017

Movie Monday

This weekend I watched Hail Caesar on Blu-Ray.

What a bizarre movie. Like truly bizarre.

Tell you what, though - I liked it. It made me laugh. It entertained me. I never wondered how much longer it had to go before it was over.

But man, very bizarre (which might have been why I liked it!)


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Sneak Peek Sunday

For a Sneak Peek today I've got a bit of Bound by Thorns - the third book in the Dragon Soul Series. It will be out on September 25 and is available for pre-order at Amazon! Still loving all the covers in this series.

Bound by Thorns

Meet the Beteferoce brothers: five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…  

Park ranger Luke Beteferoce likes the quiet of the forest—a place he can be alone. The dragon shifter keeps himself busy maintaining his territory in the park…that is, until he meets ex-soldier Greyson Paulson. Suddenly, Luke finds himself thinking of all sorts of scenarios that involve Greyson. And with the kind of tension he's feeling, hot, sweaty, nonkinky sex is only the beginning.

While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way.

Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny.

Book three in the Dragon Soul series is available for pre-order on Amazon.


Excerpt:

The snow was whiter out here. In the city it turned gray so quickly; here it just built up around the cabin and insulated the world, leaving him alone with his whiskey and his private war.

Greyson had never been anywhere this isolated. It wasn’t a matter of his nearest neighbor being a certain distance away—he had no nearest neighbor.

The whiskey burned all the way down and he winced. He needed to grab wood. He needed to make a tin of soup. He needed to do a lot of shit.

What he did was sit and watch the snow.

The leafless trees made interesting shadows and he watched them moving, changing with the wind. That one there looked like a dragon, big wings flapping across the landscape. Then the next looked like a missile, and he closed his eyes against the memory of fire licking against him, of the shrapnel biting into him.

No. No. Eyes open. Focus. Snow. White. Cold. Implacable. The snow simply was.

Greyson took another swig of the whiskey and let it drown him that much more. Please, God, I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to dream.

A crunching noise made itself known, getting slowly louder, drawing near.

He frowned and stood on shaky legs, looking out the window. No one was supposed to know he was here. No one was supposed to be here. No one.

A guy geared up for the winter appeared, some sort of insignia on his sleeve. He kept coming toward Greyson and he didn’t disappear. Not a hallucination, then.

“Great. Fuck.” He made sure the door was locked, closed the curtain. He wasn’t talking to anyone.

The knocks on the door sounded like shots, breaking the heavy silence.

“Go away. I don’t want any.”

“Park ranger. Open up.”

Goddammit, he didn’t want to see anyone. He imagined “park ranger” was as good as “police” out here in the extreme boonies, though, and not answering the door was going to be more trouble than not.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He opened the door. Christ, he hadn’t changed clothes in two days. At least. “What can I do for you?”

“You can tell me who you are, what you’re doing here and how long you’re staying.” The voice was all growl.

“I’m just a guy. I rented this cabin. And as long as I want to.” He could snap with the best of them.

The ranger crossed his arms. “This land is a part of the park, so you’re in my territory. You respect that. You respect the land.”

Greyson snapped to attention and saluted.

Piercing dark green eyes narrowed. “Are you sassing me?”

Sassing? Really? Did he look like a fucking twelve-year-old? He’d been a fucking sergeant for Christ’s sake. “I am. I rented this place. I’m not hurting anything.” And he’d asked for their most isolated cabin when he’d made the arrangements. He hadn’t wanted to be bothered.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Yup.” It took the edge off the constant ache in his thigh and made the daily muscle cramps and shooting pains more or less tolerable. Not that it was any of this asshole’s business.

“Out here all by yourself? You might want to reconsider. If you forget to put on winter clothes when you go out—or even if you do, but pass out in the snow—it’ll kill you. And then there will be paperwork. I don’t like paperwork.”

“Paperwork. God forbid. I’ll try not to freeze to death on your watch.” He’d bet dying like that wouldn’t hurt.

“See that you don’t. I’ll be back to make sure of it. You got enough fuel? Food? Water?” The words were concerned, the tone more exasperated.

“I think so, yeah. Thanks.” Did he? How the hell did he know? He’d never done this before. But he wasn’t about to tell Dudley Do-Right that.

“You think so?” Dudley snorted. “I’ll be back. Try not to die before then.”

The guy was huge, and, Greyson imagined, intimidating, if he was in a place to be intimidated. Either way, Greyson wasn’t fucking impressed.

“I’ll do my best. Have a fab day.” Asshat.

That earned him another snort. “Ditto.”

“Yeah.” He closed the door with a click, locked it, and stumbled to his chair.

The crunching of the ranger’s footsteps faded away, leaving him alone in the woods once again.

Alone with his nightmares. Alone with the snow.

It was all he needed.


Sean 
smut fixes everything

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Smutterday Bonus!

After finishing Seduced by the Tide, I went back and deleted a number of scenes. They weren't necessary and/or they didn't fit the finished book. Here's one of them for you - definitely a smutty one! Fair warning - this has not been edited.

Seduced by the Tide

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…  

Deke has yet to meet a man who gives him a rush. Coast Guard rescue has kept the dragon shifter busy, but there's no harder work than finding a mate. Then comes Bryan. Bearded and inked, the personal trainer turned mechanic smells of grease, sweat and red meat. How irresistibly human can you get? And when it comes to hot, slamming sex, they're the perfect fit. Now all Deke has to do is to tell Bryan what he really is, and what he has planned for them.

Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can't shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he's falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.

Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he's satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he's ready to face it.

Book two in the Dragon Soul series

buy links:
Carina Press
Amazon
Other links available on Carina Press page.


Deleted Scene

It was the sunshine that woke Deke, warm on his back. Not as warm as the body he was curled around, though. No, Bryan was hot, and fit so damn well in his arms. Like the man was made to be there.

He tried not to think about that. He wasn’t ready to believe that Bryan was his soul mate. What were the odds that he and his brother would find their mates within months of each other? He’d bet the odds were even worse that said soul mates would be neighbors. In fact, he bet those odds were astronomical. So he ignored it.

A glance at the clock informed him that they’d overslept—there would be no seven am departure as it was already half past eight. Of course, that didn’t mean they couldn’t still go.

He patted Bryan’s belly to wake him gently.

Maybe they could go after they made love.

Twice.

He rocked forward, his cock sliding between Bryan’s legs, nudging the soft balls.

He woke up hard every morning, but there was something extra about this morning’s wood. This was wood with intent.

Oh fuck. That was actually pretty funny and Deke found himself laughing.

“‘S funny?” Bryan blinked awake. “Christ, what time is it? I never sleep so long.”

“I was just thinking about my morning wood and how it wasn’t just a piss-hard-on this morning.” He kissed the teeth marks on Bryan’s shoulder. Jesus, they’d been wild last night. “And you slept in because I tired you out.”

“You totally did. Lord.” Bryan stretched up tall, his back popping and creaking.

He ran his hands along Bryan’s side, his belly, enjoying the play of muscles beneath his fingers. “I’d like to do it all over again.”

“Your balls aren’t sore?” Bryan groaned, hips rolling back into him.

“Only in the I can’t wait to take you again way. Are yours?” He matched Bryan’s movements, loving the sensation of that ass along his shaft.

“If they are, they’re a good sore.”

Deke nodded. That he would buy. “So what do you feel like this morning? A little pump action? Use of hands only or should one of us flip and make it a sixty-nine?”

“A little pump action?” Bryan chuckled, body rocking against his.

“Yep.” Deke demonstrated, pumping his hips back and forth against Bryan’s ass. “Pump action.”

Bryan grunted, bucking back against him.

“Mmm. Pump action it is.” Deke looked for the lube, finding the tube at the edge of the bed, half under his pillow. He slicked two of his fingers up and slipped them into Bryan’s ass.

“You...damn. You come prepared.”

“Hey, it’s your lube, baby. I came totally unprepared.” He curled his fingers inside Bryan’s body.

“Uhn.” The sound was sharp, needy, a little surprised.

He curled his fingers again, then again, loving the immediate strong response.

“I don’t-oh fuck. Please. That feels so good. Please.”

“You don’t what, baby?” It couldn’t be fuck, because it was patently obvious that Bryan did indeed fuck.

“I don’t know. I’m not usually so easy.”

“I’m not complaining. Do you hear me complaining? No, you don’t.” Deke continued to fingerfuck Bryan, warming him up and opening him up at the same time. He tapped the little gland deep inside his baby boy, again and again, jonesing on the low cries.

Finally, he wanted in badly enough that he pulled his fingers away and pressed inside. He loved the way Bryan immediately pushed back against him.

He did love a hungry lover with a tight little ass.

Groaning, he began moving, shoving deep into Bryan with long motions. The muscles rippled around his prick, milking him and making him gasp.

“So good, Bryan. You’re a wonderful cockhound.”

“I-” Bryan shivered and shook around him, so needy, so wanton.

“Compliment, baby, I promise.” He didn’t think there was a thing wrong with loving cock and fucking, sucking—they were all good things in his book.

“Thank you? Oh fuck. You feel good.”

It got him off, how surprised Bryan sounded.

They got a good rhythm going, working together to get him as deep as possible. Even their breathing started matching as they panted through the best work in the world.

He made a loose tunnel with his fingers, giving Bryan a hint of sensation, but no real pressure. He wanted them both focused on his cock and Bryan’s ass, on the magic they could make together with just a few strokes.

Bryan’s ass held him in the best possible way, cradled his prick, worked it.

Moaning, he increased the pace, and the intensity, plugging Bryan with strong thrusts. Bryan reached down and tried to squeeze Deke’s fingers tighter around his cock. Instead of tightening his fingers, Deke let go to brush Bryan’s hand away.

“You’ll take it how I give it to you, baby.”

“I don’t play like that.” But Bryan’s ass clenched, working his prick like a fist.

He groaned and clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from shooting too soon. “I’m not playing here. I’m making love to you. The way I say I am.”

Bryan’s response was a soft, hungry little moan. God, he loved that. He also loved that though Bryan’s initial reaction was to deny he liked this kind of thing, he wasn’t trying to stop it, letting his body have control.

Deke rocked harder, then held his hand above Bryan’s cock so that every time he pushed in, the tip of Bryan’s prick bumped against his palm.

Sharp little grunts met every touch. Excellent. He reached up with his other hand and pinched Bryan’s nipple, hard.

Bryan convulsed and shot, bearing down and squeezing his cock so tightly as he did so. Deke shouted at the sensation and came, filling Bryan’s ass in several long pulses.

His entire body wanted to bite again, to make another claim. He wrapped his lips around Bryan’s shoulder, worrying the warm, smooth skin with his teeth.

He could feel the heat there, right beneath the surface from the bruise he’d drawn the night before. He couldn’t resist, he had to bite again, so he did.

“Uhn.” Bryan jerked, rolling them so that Bryan was underneath him.

He was still hard, and Bryan was clearly still eager, so he pushed his knee along Bryan’s, spreading the one leg out, then began fucking again, driving himself into the best heat he’d ever felt.

“I can’t go again. I can’t. My ass will never recover.” Still, Bryan slammed back against him.

“We’re going out—you won’t feel this again until later tonight.” This had to do them until then.

He kept pushing into Bryan’s heat, their skin slapping together.

“Uh-huh. Harder.” Demanding baby. He loved it.

He slammed in, giving it to Bryan exactly how they both wanted it, the room filling with the sound of their grunting and moaning.

Mine. The word was strong and he pushed it away. Nonsense. He was just deep in lust.

He moved faster, pushing deeper to send them both to orgasm where nothing existed but the pleasure, but the need that burned between them.

The rest would dissolve in time.

He pushed his hand between Bryan’s body and the mattress, searching for one of the little nipples to play with. He found one, rubbing his fingers across it several times before he pinched it.

“Fuck! No more! No more nipple play.”

He didn’t listen. After all, he’d felt the way Bryan’s body had tightened around his cock the minute his fingers had gotten near the sensitive little tits. He pinched again, this time holding his fingers there, looking to turn it into a deep ache.

Bryan went wild underneath him, driving back against his cock like a prize pony. Who exactly had Bryan been trying to bullshit, telling him he didn’t want any nipple play—Deke or himself?

It didn’t matter, Deke knew now that deny it as he might, Bryan loved having his nipples touched.

He held on, squeezing rhythmically, never letting up for a second.

Bryan continued to cry out and to drive back into his touch, into his invasion, getting louder with every thrust.

The dark hair was wet with sweat, the lean body undulating faster, harder. He kept moving with Bryan, and they felt like a well-oiled machine, like they’d been doing this forever. He’d never felt so in sync so quickly with a lover before.

This was like loving a man he’d known his whole life. He didn’t examine the implications of it, he just went with it, enjoying every single second of their joining. He wanted it to last and last, but he needed to come, too, and it all twisted up together, coloring everything with hot pleasure.

“I’m stupid close, man. Really.”

“I know. I can feel it. Me too. We could do it together.” He timed a pinch to Bryan’s nipple with a bang up against Bryan’s gland.

“Fuck!” Hell yes. Close.

“This time,” he ordered, twisting as he bumped into Bryan’s sweet spot.

Sure as the sun rises, Bryan came, spunk spreading under him. The milking of his ass around Deke’s cock sent him over with Bryan, and he shot. The wonderful sensations rippled through him, fading slowly as he sank down onto Bryan’s back, still buried inside the hot hole.

He blinked, dozy again, the world swinging lazily.

He shifted them, so he was spooning up against Bryan’s back again, his shaft still more or less buried, though he knew it would slip out as it softened and he figured that was okay.

“Nap for a bit, baby? The beach isn’t going anywhere.”

“I’ve slept more in the last day…” Bryan sighed, melting under him.

“Just a short nap, hmm? Then we’ll eat and ride.” If he didn’t take Bryan again. There was something about being buried inside the tight body that was simply… right.

The water would...Oh, next time he’d take Bryan in the tub. He had to wonder if Bryan had a pool.

“You got a pool, baby?” They could have a lot of fun in a pool.

“Uh-huh. In the back. Shae made a garden; I bought a pool.”

“Awesome. We can play together in it.” He patted Bryan’s shoulder, his fingers lingering over the marks he’d made.

“Sure. I love to swim. Love it.”

“Me too.” Like anyone couldn’t guess that from the fact he was a rescue diver for a living.

“Handy.” Bryan stretched and snuggled into him.

“Yeah, it is. I love the ocean best, though, so I really do want to go to the beach with you after we nap.”

“It’s a deal. Later.”

“Right. Nap now. Beach later. If we can keep our hands off each other.” And Deke wasn’t making any promises on that front.

Bryan’s answer was a low sigh, a soft snore.

Chuckling, Deke kissed Bryan’s head and settled in for a nice solid nap.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Canada Day Contest

Leave a comment on this post to win one of  two Canada Day prize packs!

Prize pack 1 includes a print copy of The Luckiest Master, which is set in Canada.
Prize pack 2 includes a print copy of Add Love and Mix, which is set in Canada.

Just leave a comment on this post before midnight (est) Friday July 7, and I'll pull two random winners on Saturday.





Prize pack 1 has an Ottawa colouring book, Maple flavoured Cheerios, Oh Canada Oh Henry bar, Oh Canada M&Ms, and a print copy of The Luckiest Master.





Prize pack 2 has a Canada colouring book, Maple flavoured Cheerios, Oh Canada Oh Henry bar, Oh Canada M&Ms, and a print copy of Add Love and Mix.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - The Bohemians

This one was out a few weeks ago, but also ever got a Smutterday excerpt, so here we go!

The Bohemians

Topaz is a free-spirit, loving easily, though searching for his true soul-mate. As soon as he meets Quincy, he realizes this is the man who has been calling for him in his dreams and he offers his whole self, body, heart, mind and soul, without thought.

Quincy gives away his heart too easily, and has been hurt in love more than once. Still, that doesn’t stop him from falling head over heels for Topaz when he first meets the man.

It seems like a match made in heaven, but Topaz lives with two men who are his best friends, and also his lovers. Will Quincy ever be able to understand that Topaz has more than enough love in his heart for his best friends and his soul-mate, or will Topaz’s bohemian ways be too much for Quincy to understand?

Originally published in the Bus Stories Anthology and released as a stand alone by a different publisher.

Buy links
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon


Smutty Excerpt:

Quince paid for the sundae and they went and sat at a table in the corner where they could see the street and still feel private. He didn't want to be rude, but now that they had the sundae in front of him, he couldn't wait to dig in.

So he did, cutting the banana with his spoon and adding some ice cream and a bit of each sauce to it before sliding the spoon into his mouth.

Sheer bliss. He moaned just a little.

"Oh..." Topaz watched him closely. "Do that again. Please."

"What? Eat the sundae? Don't worry, I will -- more than my share I imagine," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh, Gemini, watching you eat it is going to be a deep, involving religious experience." Topaz gathered some whipped cream on one finger, licking it clean. "Yummy."

Quince had been about to make a joke about Topaz needing a TV or something if watching him eat was so special, but found his attention caught by that tongue working Topaz' finger. "Yeah. Yummy."

"Want some?" That finger dipped in again, offered over to his lips without so much as a blush.

He moaned again, body going tight. Leaning forward he opened his mouth and took Topaz' finger in, eyes never leaving the bright ones gazing at him.

"Unquestionably a religious experience." Sweet and soft, Topaz's fingertip was smooth on his tongue.

He wrapped his lips around it and started sucking. He was hard, cock throbbing in time with the pulls he was taking on Topaz' finger. Those warm eyes flared, Topaz breathing with him, completely focused on him. A pale pink tongue slid out, traced over that full bottom lip.

Jesus, why were they in a store? Why were they in public?

He pulled his mouth off Topaz' finger and focused down on the banana split, trying to catch his breath.


Sean
smut fixes  everything

Smutterday - Three Uncaged

This one was out a couple of weeks ago, but I never shared a smutty excerpt, so here's one!

Shifter Rescue: Three Uncaged

Stripe, Xeno and Shen are three cat shifters who have spent most of their lives in cages at a zoo. They're used to hiding their human selves, being abused and feeling hungry. When they are rescued and brought to the Old Tavern, along with the rest of the shifters at the zoo, the three are put in rooms together.

Unsure if they have just traded one cage for another, the three count on each other for comfort and protection. When they find they can share more than just comfort with each other, they very quickly become a collective. Now if only they knew if they were really safe, maybe they could start a new life together.

Buy links:
Changeling Press
Amazon 
Kobo 


Smutty Excerpt:

He went into the glass enclosure and turned on the taps, yelping and jumping back when he was hit with cold water. It warmed quickly, and soon steam was rising in the enclosed space. He stepped back tentatively under the spray, purring happily when it proved to be hot now.

He stood under the spray, shocked at the sensation of the hot, clean water flowing over his skin -- it felt even better than he remembered. His nipples went hard, as did his cock, the rush of pure pleasure almost overwhelming. It felt as if years of being unclean were being washed away by the water.

“Xeno.” He gasped the name, motioning for the kit to join him. “It is wondrous.”

Xeno came to him in a rush, pushing into his arms without a hint of worry. Stripe wrapped around the slender form, humming at the human contact. So many things they’d been robbed of in their cages, and he wanted to experience them all. As soon as they were safe. For now, this seemed right, seemed safe indeed.

He nuzzled in, nibbling along Xeno’s jaw, looking for one ear. He found it and latched onto Xeno’s earlobe, sucking gently at first, but then strongly. Xeno began to purr for him, soft and steady. Humming in response, Stripe slid his hands along Xeno’s slick flesh. Lean and spare, Xeno moved in his arms like a nymph.

He pushed the lean body up against the tile and pressed against Xeno. He wanted so badly, Xeno making him need. Xeno seemed eager as well, writhing and groaning against him. He slid his hands along Xeno’s sides, stopping at the pointed hips, wrapping his hands around them. His fingers dug into Xeno’s ass as he pulled the kit even closer.

“More.” Xeno nuzzled his collarbones, bit one.

A zing shot through him, taking his entire body. Groaning, he let go of Xeno’s earlobe and moved to bite the kit’s collarbone in return, right where Xeno had bitten him.

Xeno arched, a happy cry splitting the air. Oh, Stripe loved that sound. It had been so long since a loud sound like that had been happy, and it made him moan and hump against Xeno’s body, knocking into him again and again.

His sweet kit grabbed his cock, stroking him eagerly. There was no shyness in Xeno, no hesitation, only pure, unabashed need. Grunting, Stripe grabbed Xeno’s cock and pressed it with his, wrapping both hands around their cocks and Xeno’s hand. Like this he could feel not only Xeno’s hand around his cock, but also the heat and velvet-covered hardness of Xeno’s cock rubbing alongside his own. “Better, yes?”

“Yes. Together. Faster.”

“I like a kit who knows his mind.” He loved that he didn’t have to worry if Xeno was ready, if Xeno wanted this -- the kit made it abundantly clear. Stripe worked them harder, his fingers twisting with Xeno’s.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - The Dom's Way

Here's a smutty excerpt for The Dom's Way!

The Dom's Way

Neal and Way from The Closet Boy are back, only now they’re Dom and sub, and exploring their relationship through the lifestyle. Way is eager to learn everything, and more in love with his master every day. For his part, Neal can’t believe how lucky he is to have found such an innocent but sensual boy.

As they learn what works best for them both, Way has trouble obeying some of the rules Neal imposes. Like the no touching himself rule. Neal wants Way to learn control, but Way, after so long holding back, has trouble not indulging. The two men must work together to find the balance that brings them each the most satisfaction and happiness.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner Press: eBook and Paperback
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo


Smutty Excerpt:

Neal peppered his face with kisses, one hand sliding between them to play with their cocks.

He’d come so many times and so well, he didn’t think only Neal’s hand could possibly be good enough to make him come again, but it felt so good around his cock that he didn’t care. He wanted the touches, and to feel good.

“I like that. To live and let live. Robin told me to believe in you, to let you lead me.”

“Robin’s a very good sub and he knows his master has his best interests at heart. Like I do for you. I want to love you and make you happy.” Neal kept touching, slowly stroking his cock.

“Same here.” He circled Neal’s nipple, then nudged the tip.

Neal gasped softly, then pushed against his finger before answering. “Then we’re going to be okay, love. No matter what else we do or explore.”

“Uh-huh. I like this. You. Me. Together like this.”

“The together part is all that matters in the end.” Neal licked at his collarbone, the touch so light it tickled.

He shifted to slide up against Neal, rubbing them together like Neal had been doing earlier. It made him gasp, and Neal groaned, and he loved that they were touching all along their bodies. Then he ducked down, lips wrapping around Neal’s hard little nipple so he could suck it.

He could feel the way that affected Neal as much as hear it. Along with his moan, Neal jerked and the cock alongside his seemed to throb.

He hummed softly, and that made Neal rock even harder.

“Getting so good at this, love. You’re a natural.” Neal held himself up on his arms, giving Way room to work.

Oh. Oh, that made him feel like a king, like the hottest thing ever.

He moved between Neal’s nipples and Neal continued to groan. Then he rolled onto his back, opening up his entire body to Way’s explorations.

What an embarrassment of riches.

He allowed himself to play, to drop one happy kiss after another on each nip.

Neal’s hands slid to tangle in his hair, fingers working his scalp, and he nibbled and licked, feeling as sensual as he ever had.

Neal continued to praise him and to make pleased noises, body writhing beneath his ministrations, so he kept making love to his new—master—lover.

Neal slid a hand along his spine, right down to where it turned into his crack, which Neal teased gently.

He clenched, and it surprised him, how much that made his slit ache.

Humming, Neal drummed his fingers against Way’s ass before teasing his crack again.

“I feel that, everywhere,” he whispered.

“Good. I want you to.” Neal nipped at his nose, then smiled up at him.

“Me too.” He wanted to learn everything.

Neal teased his hole with the tip of one finger. It felt big, much bigger than he knew Neal’s finger to be.

He clenched again, trying to understand what he was feeling as he kept nuzzling and licking at Neal’s skin. Neal continued to rub his hole, finger pressing against it, time and again. Way found himself wanting to kneel up, to arch his back, beg.

There was all of Neal to lick and kiss and explore, though. Neal’s touches were a bonus, so he focused, nuzzling and licking, finding sensitive spots to drag his teeth.

Neal bucked beneath him, hands holding him against Neal’s body so he wasn’t displaced. It was the best kind of roller coaster ride.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - A New Way to Dance

Here's a smutty excerpt for A New Way to Dance!

A New Way to Dance

Dancer Seth Avery has it all. He’s at the top of his game as a dancer and he’s in love with famous dance director Fayden DelMonaco, the man who is his sub. Seth’s whole world is turned upside down when Fayden dumps him in the nastiest and most public way possible. To compound matters, he’s in near fatal car crash shortly thereafter that leaves him severely injured.

Brook Turner is an ex-lawyer turned micro-brewer, baby-brother of Seth’s best friend Lizzie. The two met briefly before Seth’s accident, but it’s when they meet again six years later that they get a chance to act on the attraction they’d initially felt.

With Brook’s help, Seth begins to heal not only from his residual physical injuries, but also from the emotional ones inflicted by Fayden. Will it be enough to keep the two of them together?

Join Seth and Brooke as they find a new way to dance together.

buy links:
Amazon


Smutty Excerpt: 

“Been too long since I woke up with someone in my bed.”

“Mmmhmm.” Years. It had been years for him.

Brook’s leg pushed between his own, the man snugging their lower bodies together. Seth’s hand was trapped between them, fingers splayed. Brook moved to his other nipple, lapping at it before the suction began.

Oh fuck. That was nice. Easy and sexy and felt so damn good.

He chuckled softly, letting the worry and tension that wanted to latch on to him go. This was what he wanted.

Brook slid one of his hands around to grab Seth’s ass.

He scooted closer, jonesing on the whole secret-cave-in-bed vibe.

Brook tangled their legs together, rubbing their cocks.

“Do you have anywhere to be this morning?” Seth asked. Could they goof off? Relax?

“Nope. I’m free all weekend. You said you were too.”

“Uh-huh. No classes for days.” He hid his face in Brook’s throat, licking and nibbling at the stubbled skin.

“Good.” The word was almost fierce.

“Mmm.” He sure hoped it was. Seth nibbled again, playing, teasing.

Brook’s fingers slid through his hair, keeping him there. Someone liked that.

Seth chuckled, making sure the sound vibrated on Brook’s skin.

“Oh damn, that’s good.”

He moved to the other side of Brook’s neck, hunting more hot spots. Brook hummed happily for him, body shifting and pushing. God, it had been so long, so fucking long since he’d just been able to connect, touch.

Brook’s fingers danced down his back, sliding warmly. It was difficult to keep the shiver at bay, to not give away the way that made him tingle. Then Brook did it again, the caress gentle, tender. He hiccupped, his breath catching.

“Mmm. Love finding sweet spots.”

“Sweet spots? Me?” He had to tease.

Laughing, Brook drifted his hand along Seth’s back again. “Are you trying to say there’s nothing sweet about you?”

“Not a single thing.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“No? I’m an old hardass.” An old broken hardass.

Brook slid a hand down to his butt, squeezed. “Not that hard.”

Seth snorted, then started to laugh. Brook surprised him over and over.

The man pressed a grin against his mouth. He decided to let himself go. It was icy outside; they were warm in bed. Hell, this could be a one-time thing.

Brook rolled onto his back, pulling Seth up over top of him.

His legs fell on either side of Brook, the big body supporting him easily.

Brook found his ass and squeezed.

“Am I too heavy?” It would be tough to support himself on his knees.

“You’re good just as you are.”

“Cool.” He rested hard, their cocks pressing together.

“Mmm. Real good, in fact.”

They started rocking, the motion easy and steady, building the friction. Sliding his hands back up along Seth’s spine, Brook finally cupped his face and took a kiss. Their tongues touched, the chemistry exploding between them.

Bucking up, Brook made their cocks drag together, the sensation electric.

He hummed, sucking Brook’s tongue between his lips, eager to return the pleasure the man had given him last night.

Brook continued to touch him, tracing his muscles, like the man’s fingers were fascinated by his skin, his shape.

His body lit up, his skin buzzing and tightening.

Brook undulated beneath him, pushing up into him over and over.

Focus, Seth, he told himself. This wasn’t about him, this one was for Brook. It wasn’t easy, though. Brook seemed to have a knack for finding all the places that sang when touched.

He groaned as Brook stroked the small of his back, stroked the very top of his crease.

“Love how sensitive you are.” Brook spoke against his lips, breath tickling.

He chuckled, then dove into the kiss, needing to blow Brook’s mind.

Opening for him, Brook fed him a moan, one and then another.

Hell yes. That was perfect.


Sean
smut fixes everything