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Monday, June 18, 2018

Movie Monday

Went to see Avengers Infinity War.

There are going to be some spoilers here, so please don't continue on if you don't want to hear spoilers for Avengers Infinity War.

I had managed to keep myself spoiler free except for one thing that made me less eager to see the movie.

Someone ...

had ...

said ...

that ...

it wasn`t a complete movie.

So I knew things were going to end on a cliffhanger.

It still pissed me off when it happened.

Which was a shame, because up until then I really loved the movie. But I`m not going to be satisfied until I have seen the second part of it next summer.

And I have to say, it does grill my shorts when movies do this. If it`s been left at a good point, I don`t mind. But an all out cliffhanger? Yeah, not such a happy camper here. At least give me an okay for now ending. At the end of Infinity War things are NOT okay.

I liked a lot about the movie - it held my attention tightly and was a real break from all the work I have to do - I was not sitting there stressing over stuff and thinking I shouldn`t have gone to the movie like I was with Deadpool 2.

I loved seeing everyone from all the movies, seeing how they all fit in with each other.

I thought that Peter Parker matured a fair bit in this movie - but not so much he still wasn`t a teenage boy (and Peter is legitimately a teenage boy, so I appreciate that he acts like one).

How much do you think Peter Dinklage loved being the tallest character for eons in his scenes?

Go Wakanda!

I loved that the Hulk wouldn`t come out. He was done being used whenever they needed a behemoth to fight for them.

Things I did not like:

That Starlord is such an boy, lacking confidence and acting out about it. I suppose it fits his character as he was stolen away as a young teenager, but it still irks me. A number of the Guardians characters are still more charicatures, very one-dimentional.

Yo, Thanos - you know what the fatal flaw in your click of the fingers and bring the universe in balance again plan is? Give the universe some time and you`re just going to have to do it all over again and are you really okay with that? With having to destroy half the entire population of the universe on a regular basis? Now that you have all those infinity stones how about putting some thought into a different solution?

So a very good movie up until the last five minutes. I won`t be happy with it until I`ve seen part two and it has an actual ending.

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Friday, June 15, 2018

Not Going to RT Contest Winner

Congrats to Lady Beatrice (I have already sent you an email). She is the winner of the Not Going to RT Contest!

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Random Friday

is random!

  • I do this every summer. It`s like once the warm weather shows up I fade and I have the hardest time getting stuff done, but I am trying very hard to get back into the swing of things - including doing more blog posts!
  • I need to pull the winner for the not going to RT contest. I have a couple extra things to throw in with the prize (like a copy of Born of Air in print, too)
  • It hasn`t even been that hot yet. Or rather it`s been hot but not humid, or it`s been humid but not terriby hot. However, I`m kind of dreading July.
  • Strawberry season is almost upon us. I want to make jam this year, even if it`s only one double batch.
  • My father is getting too much rhubarb to use all on his own, so I have been blessed with his overflow. I have made pie and rhubarb custard crisp so far. With the new batch I got yesterday I`m going to make rhubarb cookies and another custard crisp.
  • I know rhubarb is an aquired taste, but I am a sour fiend and so I love it. And in desserts you get that sweet/tart mix that is just divine.
  • Still watching Masterchef Australia. We have finally gotten a new season here (8) so I have new episodes to watch instead of retreads.
  • I have editing to do - boo
  • I have writing to do - yay
  • I have laundry to do - double boo
  • I have baking to do - yayayay
  • The dog is giving me the why haven`t you walked me yet eyes so I should go pick the winner of the contest and then take him out.
  • Happy Friday everyone!
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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday

I thought I'd have a little light fun today and do my favorite animals.

Top Ten Favorite Animals

10. Sloth - this is half my spirit animal, so I had to include it! (a unicorn is the other half)
9. Elephants - between the slow gait and all the wrinkles, I always feel like they are the wise elders
8. Giraffe - I love the long legs and longer neck, the graceful way they move despite that.
7.  Wombat - I have always loved all things Australian, including this rolly polly beastie.
6. Moose - they're so majestic and yet so ungainly at the same time.
5. Dogs - especially my Bacon.
4. Snow Leopard - I'm for winter in my animals as well as weather ;)
3. Polar bear - see?
2. Unicorns - they do too count!
1. Dragons - just like the unicorn, they do too count.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Movie Monday

Long time no Movie Monday!

There are so many movies out this summer that I want to see - many of which have already been released. Unfortunately I haven't had a chance to go to any until last weekend. I needed a sanity break and went out to see Deadpool 2. Yeah, Deadpool and sanity maybe don't belong in the same sentence ;)

I enjoyed the movie, but I have to admit to being somewhat disappointed. I loved the first movie and I didn't think this one lived up to it.

Now, I was tired, cranky and stressed, so it's quite possible that once it comes out in Blu-Ray and I watch it again, I'm going to like it a lot better. Also, I had more expectations for this one than for the first. I really do need to remember not to go into movies with high expectations because that almost always leaves me kind of disappointed.

But, as I said, I did enjoy the movie. I do love the way Deadpool constantly breaks the fourth wall.

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Monday, May 14, 2018

Not Going To RT18 Contest!

Not going to RT? Then this is the contest for you. These are some of the things I'm giving away at RT, but I've kept the stuff in this picture at home. Please leave a comment to enter the contest and I'll pull the winner after I get back. The only rule to enter the contest is that you're not going to RT18!

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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Wednesday Rambles

Well, I had labelled this Top Ten Tuesday, and then I realized it was no longer Tuesday. So. Instead of a list, I will just ramble on the different things in my brain at the moment. I'm kind of scattered, so it's not going to be an organized post at all.

Today is 27C, which isn't stupid hot - for July! - it is however, summer weather and I don't like it at all. Once again, the weather I prefer for spring is MIA - 5C to 15C is my sweet spot. There has been very little of that so far. Maybe it'll cool down considerably from today. I can hope.

I looked at Netflix yesterday to see what all was new. Lord there's a lot of sci-fi and fantasy stuff I want to see. Movies, series, one-offs. Some days I think I should just get rid of the cable, but there's some stuff that I would miss. Lucifer for one - still my favorite show.

Just ordered the last of my stuff for RT yesterday. I was slightly handcuffed by the fact that I waited too long and couldn't get some of the things I wanted in the time I had left. I've been thinking I should get my stuff ordered since the beginning of March, but there was over two months to go at the time, lots of time, right? So I waited. And then bam, it's less than two weeks until RT... time does go by so damn fast.

The to do list. It's been pretty scary for a while now and that freezes me up. It just sometimes feels that for every one thing that I cross off, there are two more things added. There was a period of time when I would work from six am until midnight straight just to get everything done. These days I'm more likely to let things slide because really, at the end of the day when I'm shuffling off this mortal coil am I going to care if I was always on top of the work list? No, I don't think so.

I'm going to be signing at the Make a Date with Harlequin event at RT - come and see me and get a copy of Born of Air, which isn't out until the beginning of June and is only out in ebook. These print copies are for RT only!

Well, I have to get some writing done, so that's it for now.

Happy Humping Day all!

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Thursday, April 19, 2018

Canada Day Contest Winners!

Okay, so Canada Day 2017 I had a contest for some Canadian stuff and last summer I fell behind a lot and then it was so long since I'd had the contest and I felt bad and that made it harder to go back and pick the winners and admit how far I had fallen behind, etc. Today I bite the bullet and have drawn two names from the commentors and so here we are - the winners are:

Esther A. Graham
Diane Gagnon

If either of these are you - please send me an email at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) with your snail mail address and I will get these prizes out to you asap.

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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday

Last week was TV shows, and I thought this week I'd do top ten reality TV shows as they are a different category, but I do really enjoy a lot of them. Especially the cooking ones as the list below will attest.

Top Ten Favorite Reality TV Shows

10. Project Runway - drama, cattiness, beautiful clothes, hideous clothes - it's a fun watch. And so very often the top look is not at all my favorite and I wonder what the judges are smoking.

9. America's Next Top Model - I don't even know why I like this one so much, but I do. I like seeing how different the models look in their pictures to real life. Actually a good lesson in how unreal the photos we see are.

8. Survivor - this is the grandaddy of them all, isn't it? I've been watching since season two. Some seasons are better than others, which depends on the contestants mostly.

7. Spring Baking Championship - or Halloween, or Holiday - I watch each version of this show and enjoy it muchly.

6. Chopped - I especially enjoy the celebrity chef ones. And the celebrity ones. And the champions ones. And the grilling ones. And... okay, yeah, I like 'em all.

5. Top Chef - love this one whether it's the original or Top Chef Canada. I think it might have been the first reality TV cooking show I ever watched.

4. Big Brother Canada - I do watch the original one, but the Canadian version always makes me happy.

3. The Amazing Race Canada - I like the origianl one well enough - especially Phil - and always watch it. But I love the Canadian version. Absolutely love it.

2. The Great British Baking Show - love it! There's a Canadian version now too - but the British one is best.

1. Masterchef Australia - I love this one so much I'm watching reruns (which I don't usually do even with 'regular' TV shows. I love the warmth between the contestants, the attitudes of the judges, the incredibly complicated dishes they have to replicate for their elimination challenges, the fact that they take their time - one episode will find the bottom three, their elimination challenge will be a whole new episode. I also love their accents - always have.

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Thursday, April 5, 2018

Book Day Wednesday

One of my favorite tropes is the bodyguard trope. The one where the bodyguard falls in love with his charge and vice versa. There's that hint of taboo, there's the power dynamic - the bodyguard is bigger/stronger (unless you're someone like Jason Momoa - have you seen the pic of him with his bodyguards? He's bigger than both of them, it's hiliarious) but the guardee is the boss. There's the danger - the guardee's life is in the bodyguard's hands. I just enjoy it all around.

Some of my favorite m/m bodyguard books are Ari McKay's Herc's Merc's series.

I too have written some bodyguard trope fiction. And I think I should write some more...

Guarding January

Lord January is at the top of the charts, only comes out at night, and is usually covered in blood. Say what you will, but the man knows how to put on a great show. But when the Vampire King is let out of rehab, the last thing he expects is someone forcing him to eat real food, hang out in the sun, and generally be a human being.

Rye Sommers, the best bodyguard in the business, has been hired to babysit a rock star whose biggest threat surprisingly isn't all the hard drugs, desperate groupies, and crazy fans—it's Lord January himself. But the closer Rye gets, the more LJ turns into sweet, gentle, caring Jeff Smart. He may still be the super-skinny, pierced and inked genius Lord January, but he is slowly shaking his death wish as he sheds the loneliness and exhaustion his stage persona saddled him with.

But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.

Available as an ebook and paperback at Dreamspinner Press. (and the usual retailers)

Guardian Angel

Country singer Daniel “Dusty” Young can’t understand why anyone would want him dead, or why anyone would think he’s important enough to kidnap. So it comes as a complete surprise when attempts are made on his life and he’s appointed Rafe, a G-man guardian angel. Rafe is determined to protect Daniel, even from himself, but it’s not an easy job.

When Rafe finally takes Daniel off to the middle of nowhere, it gives them time to pursue other things, like each other. Too much R&R might just make them sloppy, though, and sloppy could get them killed. Can they survive fighting for their lives and falling in love?

**Publisher's Note** This is a revised and updated version of a previously released title.

This is available at Amazon and other retailers.

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Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday

The only problem with doing Top Ten lists is that I can't remember what all the past top ten lists were and I'll go oh, I should do colours, and then I go wait, didn't I already do colours, I'm not sure.

Anyway, I figured I'd go with my Top Ten Favorite TV Shows, because that legitimately changes all the time. So here is the current list.

Top Ten Favorite TV Shows

10. NCIS: New Orleans - I like the Los Angeles version well enough but it has gone downhill some from the first few years of it. And I have tried to get into the original NCIS, but never have been able to. I like this version, though.

9. Criminal Minds - oh, this makes me sad. For many years this was my top show. I didn't even have to think about it. But the last few years have not been great, though I still watch. Even when they got rid of Morgan (which I hadn't heard about in advance and was totally shocked and upset about - he and Penelope were my top faves on the show and I adored their relationship). I almost stopped watching when they brought in the lady whose name I can't remember who took over the BAU and fired half the staff. If it had lasted any longer than it did, I would have been out of there. It felt contrived and unrealistic and stupid. Sorry, but this used to be my bullet proof favorite show and it is not happy making that it's so far back in my top ten now.

8. Chicago Med - ut of all three of the 'Chicago' shows, this one is by far my favorite.

7. Timeless - I'm so glad it's back! I love that when they change things in the past, things change in the furture. There are real consequences. And I love it when the various characters geek out over meeting personal heroes.

6. Here and Now - this is an HBO show and I'm loving the family dynamics and varrious relationships and the different characters and storylines.

5. Modern Family - a lot of comedies are a miss with me, I just don't appreciate the humor. Or they rely on a single premise. Or they are sort of funny and I could take or leave them. This one always makes me laugh, though.

4. Star Trek: Discovery - I was worried because I've liked the different Star Trek series to varying degrees - but I do like this one a lot.

3. The Good Doctor - this one fascinates me

2. Lethal Weapon - I thought this one was going to be idiotic and that there was no way they were going to be able to do the movies any sort of justice. Boy was I wrong. I absolutely love this series.

1. Lucifer - I still love this one. I don't always like the direction they go in, but I do love the characters, especiallly Lucy himself.

Next week - top ten favorite reality tv shows!

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Monday, April 2, 2018

Movie Monday

Watched Blade Runner 2045 on Sunday. Well, watched is a bit strong of a word.

I found the first movie dark and boring the first time around, and also the second time around when I watched it anticipation of watching 2045.

Guess what? Blade Runner 2045 is also dark and boring.

I watched the first fifteen minutes, feel asleep for about ten, watched for another half hour or so, then went to prep supper, then wandered off some more. Came back and watched the last 40 minutes or so. Dark and boring.

The sad thing is I really wanted to like this movie. Hell, I really wanted to like the first movie. It's sci-fi, it's based on Philip K. Dick. I wanted to like it. I just didn't.

It isn't often that I don't finish a movie, but in the end, I only saw about a third of this one.

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Friday, March 30, 2018

Random Friday

Random Friday is random.
  • I am so behind on everything
  • the house is 50% cleaner than usual though so I am only half as behind on that
  • I have not been sleeping great lately
  • found two new time wasters - wordscapes and CodyCross (which is clearly Canadian, which makes me grin)
  • walked my feet off this morning, then gave the dog a longer walk this evening. My feet are tired
  • having corned beef and coleslaw for supper tonight - I also cooked the two pig's tongues I'd gotten, so there will be tongue sandwhiches for lunch tomorrow
  • I took a peek at prices for my ticket to Reno. It looks like I'll have to do two stops - Ottawa to Toronto to San Francisco to Reno. Fourteen hours with wait times and getting in at midnight. Needless to say I am going to be exhausted. Luckily Tuesday is only pick up registration package and go to cinema craptastique. Pretty sure I won't be up to much more.
  • I love kokopeli
  • I have gotten to the point where I far prefer the feeling of my head being freshly shaved over any hair on it at all
  • I am making a big easter meal for a bunch of family tomorrow - there will be lamb and ham and lots of veggies
  • I wish you all a good friday and a good easter weekend.

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Thursday, March 29, 2018

Throwback Thursday

I was all set to do a Random Friday post when I realized that it was actually Friday.

So, Throwback Thursday it is!

How about Bent - the very first Hammer story I wrote. It came in at 120,000 words, and it would have been double that except I had a deadline and had to stop writing. Then Billy and Tanny showed up and this one book was suddenly a huge series with the most wonderfully noisy bunch of characters...

BTW, when I searched "bent sean michael" before it gives me my resutls, it asks did I mean "beat sean michael." I suppose that's appropriate ;)


Marcus knows Jim is his minutes after meeting the snarly, jumpy ex-professor at the local bookstore. He thinks Jim is a natural submissive, someone who needs order and discipline in his life to help with Jim's anxiety and bad health habits. So Marcus decides to pursue Jim relentlessly, because even if Jim's mouth is saying no, his body is saying yes.

There's a lot more to Jim than meets the eye, and Marcus will have to be careful. Jim knows what it means to lose everything, knows what it's like to be without friends or family. Jim feels broken, and knowing that he likes the kinds of weird things Marcus wants to do to him only makes him scared that he's losing his mind.

Their chemistry is so real, so genuine, that Jim lets Marcus wear him down, lets Marcus take control. Eventually, his trust grows, allowing them to enter into the BDSM lifestyle together, learning about each other every day, with every scene. Jim is still uncertain sometimes, though, and he thinks Marcus might just want him because he's cracked. Can this top and bottom pair find a way to understand their wants and needs, and make a life that works for them alone?

You can buy it at Amazon.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Book Day Wednesday

The Eager Boy, the next book in the Iron Eagle Gym series is now available to pre-order at Dreamspinner Press! It'll be available for download on April 24th. There might be a smutty excerpt for it on Smutterday....

I talk about the cover over on Love Bytes Reviews today - thank you to them for hosting me.

This is book six, but can be read as a stand alone.

The Eager Boy

Eight months ago Robin Secoya left his lover and master, Stack Lobond, because he didn’t believe Stack really cared about him. He was sure that for Stack, any warm body would do, and Robin wasn’t willing to be just a warm body anymore.

A chance meeting at the Iron Eagle Gym brings them back together, and old feelings aren’t far from the surface. They decide they can’t pass up a second chance at romance. But this time, it isn’t just Stack’s demanding career as a big-cat vet putting strain on their relationship. Robin also has a new job that takes up a lot of his time.

Will their kinky love affair crash and burn a second time, or can they find the balance that will allow the passion between them to flourish?

Dreamspinner buy link. It's also available in paperback.

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Monday, March 26, 2018

Movie Monday

Last week I watched Underworld 1-5. The movies are varying degrees of bad and good.

When you watch them one after the other, some things stand out. Like the first movie takes place in and around New York (one assumes thanks to the subway scenes). Then the second movie takes place directly after the first and yet is set in eastern Europe. Then there's the fact that they totally dropped Michael from the last movie (did he do smething to piss the producers off between movie 3 and 4? because he was barely in 4 and then in 5 they just dropped the whole thing of her finding him. I mean they did a wee bit at the end of 5 mentioning him but that was it. 

One thing all the movies suffer from is scenes that are very dark. Why do movies do that? I know they're trying to create atmosphere, but it drives me crazy when movies are so dark you can't really see much of anything. I'm like don't you want me to be able to see this movie you made? The 5th movie was especially bad for this. I could barely see anything but shadows and outlines a lot of the time. What the hell? Were they ashamed of the locations they filmed in? Was the lighting just too expensive for their budget? Or maybe the lycan make-up was ass this time around. It's hard to enjoy a movie when you can't fucking see it. Yeah, the darkness to the point of only being abe to see muzzle flashes and spots of candle light through most of the show pissed me off more and more. And I woujld say don't bother with #5 based on lack of being able to see anything. Don't waste your time.

The first movie I had seen before - back when it first came out and I might have liked it better this time around than when I saw it the back then. The second movie wasn't bad and the third goes back and gives us the history we see hints off through the first two. They probably should have stopped there. The fourth diverts from just the lycan and the vampires and brings in 'humans'. I don't think it was a good decision. I will give the 5th movie that it goes back to lycans versus vampires, which is what the franchise does best, but like I said, I can't at all recommend the fifth movie because I literally could not see thalf of it. 

Bah. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

The most annoying thing about these movies is that they've got huge potential. A big back story, an awesome female kickass heroine. They could be so much better than they are.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday

My BFF BA Tortuga is currently in hospital, and my thoughts and prayers are with her. So I want to dedicate today's top ten list to her. You can find BA's books on her website and really, you can pick up any of BA's books and be assured of a great read.

Top Ten Favorite BA Tortuga books (honestly in no particular order I love all these books)
10. Racing the Moon - first of the road trip series - this is a fun and sexy and crazy series
9. Bombs and Quacamole - how can you miss with a title like this?
8. Private Dancers - an oldie but a goodie featuring an exotic dancer!
7. And A Smile - I love all the Roughstock series, but Coke is my man and I love him so.
6. Two Cowboys and a Baby - BA does cowboys with babies so well. I love this one!
5. Just Like Cats and Dogs - shfters! biting! so much fun!
4. Terms of Release - this one is hard, but wonderful
3. Fighting Addiction - these two musicians are yummy
2. Ever the Same - I got to beta this one. There's just something about blind characters...
1. Rain and Whiskey - Shane and Galen are my all time fave BA characters. I adore these guys.

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Monday, March 19, 2018

Movie Monday

I picked up the BluRay of Justice League and watched it over the weekend.

There will be spoilers, so don't scroll down if you don't want to see them.

So I'd heard a lot about this movie. About how good it was and how it was the best DC universe movie so far, plus, you know, Jason Momoa. So I was very much looking forward to it.

Now, it was a good movie and I enjoyed it, but Wonder Woman was a much better movie. And, it had nothing on most if not all of the Marvel movies. It was fairly slow to start with, Batman is still pretty unlikeable, although I did enjoy the fact that they acknowledged that.

The Flash was neat, but it was a bit weird seing someone in the role as I am used to the Barry Allen on TV.

Wonder Woman was awesome as usual.

Superman is too good. It makes him less interesting of a character, imo.

While Jason Momoa is so lovely to look at, there wasn't enough of a backstory for him - I'm looking forward to the Aquaman movie to change that.

Cyborg was an interesting character.  I'd never heard of him before, and I liked the character. I hope we'll get to see the character developped.

The whole fight scene when they first resurect Superman drove me a bit nuts. They do love pitting their superheroes against each other and letting them beat the shit out of each other. I prefer when they're working together to beat the bad guys, like Steppenwolf.

As I said, I did enjoy the movie and there's plenty of things that were fun about it. But it had been built up for me and that is never a good thing because it means the movie has a lot to live up to.

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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Jarheads Contest Winner!

Thank you to everyone who entered to win ebook copies of the entire Jarheads series. I used the random number generator and the winner is Robyn Diebolt. Robin, please send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) and let me know what format you'd like the book in. I have pdf, mobi and epub.

Congratulations, Robyn!

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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday

I love cooking shows, and more than that, cooking competition shows. So I figured it would make a great topic for a top ten list!

Top Ten Favorite Cooking Shows

10. Guys Grocery Games. The 'special' episodes like when the judges cook are my favorites of this one.

9. Halloween Wars. Pumpkins, cake, sugar work, this one has everything.

8. Worst Cooks in America. I like the regular version of this one more than the celebrity one. I love how competitive Anne is.

7. Cutthroat Kitchen. The best thing about this one is how much glee Alton takes in throwing bizarre and outrageous sabotages at people. The worse it is, the more he likes it.

6. Kids Baking Championship. I might have a few of these on the list...

5. Halloween Baking Championship. I do love the halloween version of this.

4. Holiday Baking Championship. The holiday one is my favorite of these!

3. Chopped. Ted, the judges, the baskets. I especially love the 'specials'.

2. Top Chef Canada. Love the Canadian version of this one more than the US one.

1. Masterchef Australia. I just adore the Australian version of this show. The accents, the judges, the lack of meaness from judges and among the contestants. I just wish that Gusto would air more than two seasons of it!

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Monday, February 19, 2018

Movie Monday

I went to see Black Panther on the weekend. In fact, I indulged and went with the DBox seats, which gives you the movement and rumble and jerks you around some. I have seen three different movies in these seats and this one used it the best - there was more than just jerking during fight scenes, which I appreciated.

There are spoilers below, so go back now if you don't want to read any.

I very much enjoyed this movie. It was so smooth and slick, the CGI seamless. The pictrue quuality stunning. And what a movie to be stunning on - the landscapes were absolutely beautiful.

The characters were all strong and well-portrayed. I especially liked the head of the guard. She was amazing. Both gorgeous and capable, strong and funny and so fierce. Two of my favorite parts feature her - her utter annoyance at the wig (and I have to say, now that I've gone bald for close to a year, I get it. I start to feel the need to shave anytime I go three or four days without doing so) and when she steps in front of the charging rhino and it comes to a complete stop at her feet and licks her face. Loved it!

Weirdest part of the movie - Martin Freeman with an american accent... weird. Also neat that this is now the third 'franchise' featuring both Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman: Sherlock Holmes, Lord of the Rings and the Marvel Avengers movies.

I liked that the big bad guy was not the obvious guy. I liked the parallels they drew to things in the world. And I liked the message of the movie.

I also wanted to see each and every movie that they previwed! It might be a movie in the theatre heavy year for movies in 2018!

Anyway, I highly recommend the movie, especially if you're a Marvel movie fan.

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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sneak Peek Sunday

I have the cover for book 4 of the Dragon Soul Series! Born to Air is Mark's story and it will be available in June and available for pre-order soon! I do love the covers for these books.

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Saturday, February 17, 2018

Smutterday - Sand and Heat

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt from Sand and Heat!

Desert dweller Feyer has just been sold to a new Raya, or lord, and he's not thrilled about it. At least until Amut takes Feyer in hand, turning his world inside out. Feyer finally finds his place in Amut's world, though, learning to love his new master, needing to please him in all ways. Sand and Heat brings five tales of Feyer's life, and the desert sun isn't the only heat generated by these steamy stories. Amut is a sensual master with prodigious appetites, and Feyer was made to serve him. 

This classic Sean Michael will give you a meltdown with these adventurous tales!

Originally released as Taste Test: Sand and Heat by another publisher.

Buy links:

Smutty Excerpt:

"I wish only to serve you, Raya."

"Do you?" Amut offered him another drink, another kiss. His head spun from the wine, from the loss of breath, from the gentle attention washing over his shattered nerves.

"Yes, Meun Amut, it is what I was made for. To fill my Raya's every need." The tears in his eyes overflowed. He ached to do his duty but every time he had tried it had only made things worse. "I don't understand."

"What do you not understand, little chadan?" Hands, warm and unbelievably strong, stroked over his shoulders, his chest, touching him, feeling him. The husky voice rolled over him, tongue licking at his tears. "All you need do is give yourself to me. I will give you all you need."

"I am yours." His tears continued to fall, Amut's care unexpected, almost shocking after the last days.

"Yes, little chadan. You are mine. Would you serve your raya or do you prefer to decorate my walls?" The rough, hot tongue lapped at his cheeks.

His body strained toward Amut's; he knew only one answer to the question, knew it with his entire being, it was who he was. "I would serve my Raya."

His response must have been appropriate, for he was rewarded with a long, deep kiss and hot hands released his wrists, allowing them to fall upon the sleek strong shoulders. He filled his raya's mouth with a sob, hands sliding over the warm flesh, shaping and re-learning the muscular contours. His shoulders ached, muscles stretched and sore, but he ignored his pains for pleasures that were offered.

Hands caught beneath his buttocks and lifted him, his world, so long still and empty, suddenly swaying and filled with the feel and taste and smell of his raya. He was laid upon soft furs, the heat of skin covering him from above. The kiss never ended.

He was drowning in sensation, drowning in his raya, and foreign as it was to him, he didn't want it to stop. His old raya had never overwhelmed him like this, never filled his senses and mind so completely.

The furs were cool and slick against him, his raya's hands rubbing him, petting him -- but not as if he were a pet, instead touching deeply, touching muscles and bones and leaving the knowledge of that hand within his veins. He arched into the touches, moved and twisted into them, searching for more.

"Do you see, little one? Do you understand what awaits you when you find your place in honor?" The words filled his head as he gasped for air. His raya slowly turned the ring in his cock, possessive fingers tracing the thin skin of his shaft.

He tried to nod, tried to answer, but only soft, keening sounds came from him.

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Thursday, February 15, 2018

Throwback Thursday

The Jarheads have come up a lot for me over the last couple of weeks, so I thought I should talk about them for Throwback Thursday.  Here are some thoughts, a reading order, a contest and a smutty excerpt!

Three Day Passes was published back in 2003. My very first book published. I love these guys so very much and all I have to do is think about them and they are right there at the forefront of my mind. A lot of the characters, once they get their story, that's it and I never really think about them again. There are exceptions to that, and Rock, Rig and Dick are right at the top of that exceptions list.

After Three Day Passes came Tempering, and then Out of the Closet. Then, I went back and wrote Don't Ask, Don't Tell and Personal Leave, which both take place BD - Before Dick. Then I finished them up with On the Sand. Along the way there were a ton of  short stories, and some novellas. I've written so many words with them that they very much feel real to me.

Some folks who start with the BD books feel that Dick needs his own man, but for me, they're a threesome through and through and Dick belongs with Rock and Rig and no one else.

One of my favorite comments from a reader with these boys was along the lines of: I started reading this book and thought it was just porn, but as I continued to read, I realized it really is a love story.  Rock, Rig and Dick are the ultimate example for me of how my boys talk with their bodies way more than with their words. The words "I love you" are not spoken often in this book, but I believe that you can't read these books and doubt that these guys love each other more than anything.

Now I'm all nostalgic and I can hear them in my head, clear as day.

If you haven't yet and want to check them out, here is the series list.

So the reading order. Well, it depends on whether you want to read them in chronological order or in the order I wrote them. The short stories and novellas fit in and around the novels, so I'd read the novels first and then the extras. Here's the chronological listing (see above for which books were actually written first.)

Reading Order

Don't Ask, Don't Tell
Personal Leave
Three Day Passes
Out of the Closet
On the Sand
Dog Tags and Cowboy Boots
Everyday Stories
The Jarhead Novellas
More Jarheads Shorts


Leave a comment on the post and one commentor will be randomly chosen to win an ebook copy of all ten books! I will do the draw on Monday - so get your comment in before then.

So now it's excerpt time, and of course, it being the Jarheads, only a smutty excerpt will do! This is how it all began, the first words I wrote featuring Rock, Rig and Dick. I included the very first section even though it's not smutty simply because it is the very beginning. Anyway, this is long, but then so are the Jarheads. (And Rock says he's thick, too)

smutty excerpt:

Chapter One

The day was fucking perfect.

George Strait on the stereo, brisket on the grill, can of Ranch Style beans on the counter (thank you, Momma) just waiting to be heated up. There was a case of beer in the fridge, a fifth of tequila in the freezer, and a three-day weekend looking him in the face. He'd thrown a batch of scrubs into the washer, thrown on his jeans and one of Rock's old t-shirts. He'd been gone for a few days, quick trip down to Panama to do some training and back. No injuries, no emergencies -- just flying down, some fake fucking blood and assholes getting out of duty pretending to be injured, and flying home. Bing, bang, boom.

Rig wandered out to the backyard, gave Grim some fresh water, checked the brisket, threw a rock at the fence in hopes of shutting up that yapping fucking beast from next door, then headed back in. He grabbed a beer and settled on the couch, flipping past Jeopardy and Jenny Jones and stopping on Emergency Vets. Oooh...the innards of a turtle. Pretty fucking cool.

The front door banged open, Rock's voice calling out. "Honey, I'm home!" Before he could reply, Rock's head popped around the wall. "I brought company -- you decent?"

"In body if not in spirit, Rocketman." He grinned at his own personal marine. Shit, but the man looked good in BDUs. "Who came to play? Reed? Wendling? Gonzales?"

"Nope, new meat." Rock came around the corner, dragging a kid, not quite as tall as Rock, looking as green as this morning. "Come on, Dick-head."

"Name's not Dick-head," muttered the kid.

He nodded over, looking at Rock with one raised eyebrow. This didn't look like something Rock usually dragged home. "Hey kid, name's Rigger." He didn't move, just watched, taking a swig of his beer.

"Richard Main." The kid held out his hand and Rock smacked it.

"Grab a seat, Cherry-Pie." Rock flung himself down on the couch next to Rigger and grabbed his beer, helping himself to a long swig. "Friggin’ barracks are full-up and the CO's got us teaming up with newbies straight out of basic. Dickie-boy here is my cherry and I get to keep him until something opens up. Supposed to be fast-tracking them up to speed or something. I don't know, I just do as I'm told."

"Pushy asshole. There's a case of longnecks in the friggin' icebox." He grinned and snatched his beer back. "So, you're set to abusing the young'uns again. You'd think they'd learned after what happened to the last set." Fuck, but he loved teasing the cherries.

"Last time?" The kid's voice squeaked.

"Mm-hmm." He stretched lazily, making sure Rock got a look at his crotch. "Was classified, of course, but I'm a medic on base, so I heard everything. Poor sweet kids."

The kid was looking from him to Rock and back again, mouth hanging open. Rock was just looking at his crotch.

"Either sit down or go fetch yourself a beer." He arched an eyebrow, shifting his hips. "You are legal, right kid?"

"I won't tell anyone if you don't. I mean -- if he's gonna fuck me up the least you can do is give me a beer, right?" The kid looked at him a moment. "Fridge?"

He pointed through the arched doorway. "Kitchen. Watch for Grim. He's likely to be sleeping in there."

"Grim?" The kid was squeaking again.

"Yup. Mastiff. One hundred and ten pounds. White teeth, black nose and ears. Sleeps by the back door. You can’t miss him." He'd kick Rock's ass if the asshole laughed now. Grim was quite possibly the biggest wuss in the state, but he looked like a killer -- at least until his tail started wagging.

"Is he gonna think I'm stealing the fucking beer?"

"I hope not. They say you shouldn't act scared -- it just pisses 'em off worse."

Dick snorted. "Gee thanks."

"Get me one, too, Dickweed." The kid flipped Rock off and headed toward the kitchen.

Rigger chuckled, "Damn, Rock. Could you have gotten a greener one?"

"They were all pretty fucking green." Rock let his hand slide down Rigger's thigh. "This one though..." Rock shrugged. "He felt right, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, Rock, I got it." He hummed, stretching beneath Rock's big hands. "He's got a nice little body, too. You're damned good at picking 'em."

"Years of practice." Rock gave him a grin, hand sliding to tease his cock for just a moment. "So how was Panama?"

"Hot, wet, fucking mosquitoes everywhere." He pouted dramatically when Rock's hand fell to rest below his knee. "Did you have to bring company today, Rock? How long's he staying?"

"What? You don't like your present?"

He grinned. "You're sure he'll play, Blue?"

Rock shrugged and stole his beer. "Like you said, I'm damned good at picking 'em. I'm betting he's pure cherry and will jump at a chance at that mouth of yours."

The cherry walked in, two beers in hand, Grim bouncing along happily behind him. "I met your killer."

"Ooooh...they do have sarcasm where you come from. Impressive." Rigger grinned and held his hand out for Grim who came to slobber and snuggle and irritate the fuck out of Rock, which was his real job in life.

"Oh, no, I meant it. Nearly drowned to death in dog drool."

Rock laughed even as he shifted away, handing Rig back his half-drunk beer and snagging one of the new ones off the kid. The kid sat down in the easy chair, looking a little more at ease.

"So, Rocketman, you get a three-day, too, or are you gonna have to blow the kid up on Monday?" He finished his beer and grimaced. It was warm. He should have gotten the kid to get him a bottle, too.

"Nah, three-days all around, the kid's safe until Tuesday." Dick flipped them both off, the experience with Grim obviously making him doubt Rigger's dire warnings about Rock.

Rigger chuckled and leaned back, looking backward at the kid. "So, spill. Where're you from? Why the fuck did you sign up? All that shit."

The kid sighed and took a long swig of his beer. "Indiana and the marines was the lesser of several evils."

"Ain't nothing wrong with being a marine," Rock informed them both with his best and-anyone-who-tells-me-different-will-hear-from-my-fists look.

"Yes, Rock. The marines are stunning and fabulous and the only career choice for a real man. Semper fi, the few the proud, etc., etc." He grinned at Rock, possibly the only man alive confident and foolhardy enough to push the old bastard on this point.

"Fuck you, asshole."

"Time and place, Marine."

"Anytime, anyplace -- a marine is always ready."

A glance at Dick confirmed the kid was watching them with quiet fascination.

"You forget we have company, smartass?" He grinned at Rock. "You're gonna scare the cherry into apoplexy."

"If he's got a problem I know where I can get his ass blown to shit on Tuesday."


"Oh, relax, Dickwad -- nobody dies on my watch. I'm fucking good at what I do."

"And just think, kid, the Rock here does blow you up, I'll just patch your ass back up. I'm a flight medic. Patching Marines is what I do."

Dick was looking back and forth between the two of them, putting two and two together and coming up with a hundred and four. "So you two..."

"Drink beer and fight over the comfy spot on the fucking couch?" Rigger looked the kid square in the eyes. "Yeah, all the damned time."

The kid nodded and took another sip of his beer.

"So if you don't mind the wrestling or the fucking dog drool, you can bunk here this weekend," Rock offered. "Well as long as you don't mind, Rig. It's his house," Rock finished, patting Rigger on the thigh.

Rigger looked at Rock, eyebrow raised. Rock must be sure of the kid, or he'd have never offered. "Sure, kid. Any friend of Rock's and all that."

"Thanks." The kid's eyes were glued to where Rock's hand rested on his thigh and fuck if Dick didn't pull his lower lip in between his teeth.

"There's a spare bedroom down the hall, past the bathroom. Only one of those, sorry." Rigger stretched again, humming softly before he stood. "Got a brisket on the grill, Rock. You hungry?"

"Oh, yeah." Rock's voice made it clear he wasn't talking about food, but he left it at that.

Dick stood and put his beer down. "I guess I should get my gear out of your hall then."

"Make yourself at home. Get the big guy to help, if you need it. Supper'll be ready in two shakes." He walked to the kitchen, giving his walk a little extra oomph just for Rock.

Hell, he figured if the kid didn't play, their days of Monday night football fucks were over. The old bastard deserved to suffer.


He was lying on the couch, his head on Rock's lap, Grim doing his damnedest to crawl up onto the sofa with them, the kid laughing his ass off. They'd polished off a couple of beers and three-quarters of the brisket before heading back into the front room to watch some George Carlin special.

Dick was having a ball, laughing like he'd never seen a fucking comedian before. Rig was amusing himself by alternately teasing Rock and playing with Grim. Right now it was Grim's turn.

"That damn dog actually gets up here and I'm locking the two of you in the backyard for the night," Rock informed him.

"Bitch." He imbued the term with affection.

"Grim wishes."

The kid broke up into laughter again and Rigger couldn't be sure if it was at something on the TV or Rock.

"Nah, Grim's been fixed, unlike you, Dickwad." He stretched, letting the back of his hand trail against Rock's balls, rubbing gently. Rock rumbled happily for him, legs shifting beneath his head, opening.

"Still hungry, Rocketman?" Actually, the question was -- was he still hungry? The answer, of course, was fuck, yes.

"Fuck, yes." Rock's quiet words echoed his thoughts. A big hand slid over his head, wrapping around the back of his skull and turning him to face the bulge in Rock's pants. He opened his mouth to ask if this was smart, if Rock really wanted to do this in front of the kid. But when his lips parted, they brushed against the hard cock just encased in thin grey workout pants and he forgot to say anything. Rock moaned and shifted again, pushing closer.

Dick cleared his throat. "You guys…uh, want me to disappear?"

Rig looked up at Rock as his tongue swiped out, pushing against the hot flesh inside soft cotton.

Rock moaned again, eyes hot and never leaving his face. "If you want, but you don't have to."

"Oh." The small sound was a little shocked and a lot aroused. "I can... I can watch?"

Rig took another lick, pushing harder at the fabric, smiling as Rock moaned. "You can play."

"Oh." It was more of a gasp this time.

"You don't have to," Rock's eyes flicked away from his for a moment, looking over at the kid. "Go, stay, play, it's all up to you."

He reached for the elastic waistband, hungry now, almost unconcerned about what the kid decided. He wanted the feel and flavor of Rock's fat cock; it had been days.

"I'll play, if you guys really don't mind."

Rock laughed. "Whatever you want, kid -- whatever you're comfortable with." His lover's laughter faded into a groan, the hand on his head tugging. "Don't tease, Rig -- 's been too long."

"Yeah, Rock." With that he'd lifted up enough to swallow Rock down, pulling hard and fast, tongue sliding over the tip. He gave Rock all he had, fingers rolling the tight balls.

"Fuck, yes!" Rock started thrusting up into his mouth, hand holding him in place as the thick cock went deep.

He groaned, hand pushing inside his jeans to wrap around his cock. Fucking shit, this was good...better than good. Fucking amazing. He sucked harder, pulling Rock deep into his throat.

"Oh yeah, Rig. Fuck, your mouth..." Rock was pushing hard and fast into his mouth -- it wouldn't be long before he shot his load. Rig’s free hand slid around Rock's nuts, tugging gently, one finger pushing behind to stroke the silk-soft skin. Rock grunted and shoved up hard, coming down his throat in long pulses.

Rigger swallowed, humping the couch and shuddering, the combination of his hand and Rock's come sending him over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, Rigger, that was nice." Rock chuckled and the hand on his head slid almost tenderly through his hair. "Missed your mouth."

"Missed your cock." He licked the deflating prick, nibbling and lapping gently. Rock huffed happily, his cock taking a sudden interest in not deflating. He could hear the kid breathing heavy and saw Rock look up and grin.

Turning to look for himself, he could see what was making Rock grin. The kid had his hand down his pants and his gaze was glued to them.

"So kid, you coming to play?" Fuck, but the kid looked good enough to eat. He grinned, two or three times tonight if they played it right. The kid's eyes closed and he made a soft noise, hips jerking as he came.

"Well, he's coming..." Rigger grinned and slid off the couch, slinking across the floor toward the kid, giving Rock a show. He smiled as he moved between the kid's legs, pulling Dick's hand from his shorts and wiping it clean. He couldn't wait until the kid was cleared, to taste his come, compare him to Rock's dark spice. He grabbed Dick's other hand and began to lick and suck, pulling salt and something sweet that was Dick off the kid's skin.

Oh...nice. Almost as nice as the long, thin cock hiding in the kid's pants. "Mm...he tastes good, Rocketman. Looks good, too. Can I keep him?"

Rock chuckled. "He's all yours Rig, as long as you share."

The kid moaned and his eyes popped open, looking dazedly down at Rigger. "You guys are real..." It sounded kind of like a question, like the kid didn't quite believe it.

"You'd better believe it, Dickie-boy." Rigger finished licking the kid's hand and then leaned in for a kiss. "Wanna taste how real, kid?"

"Fuck yes." The kid's eyes fluttered closed and he moved forward, lips tentatively moving against Rigger's.

Rigger grinned, wrapped his hand around the kid's head and kissed him hard and deep, intent on convincing the kid that, one: they were real and two, to stay and play. The kid froze for half a second and then groaned into his mouth, kissing him back hungrily. Strong hands grabbed his arms, holding on tight.

"Fuck, the two of you are hot together." Rock sounded like he was ready for round two. Rig spread his thighs, sighing into the kid's mouth. His hands stayed still -- he didn't want to frighten the kid -- frightened cherries were not fuckable cherries. Rock came and knelt behind him, hard prick poking at the small of his back where his jeans and t-shirt went their separate ways. Rock started sucking on his neck, hands tugging down his jeans. "You gonna let Rigger have all of the sugar, kid?"

The kid stopped kissing him, eyes popping open and looking beyond his shoulder. The kid licked his lips and shook his head and leaned in to meet Rock's mouth. The slutty, happy, porn star sounds happened as soon as Rigger ducked his head to suck on the kid's neck. Oh, those were fucking priceless -- their own little porno right here in the front room -- nice.

The hands on his arms started kneading and then slid up, one cupping his head, the other sliding down along his back, stuttering when it hit skin and then sliding back up under his t-shirt. Rock's hands joined the kid's, pushing his t-shirt up to his pits and then exploring the exposed flesh. He could feel that fucking thick cock sliding against his crease, tip leaving a wet trail.

Rigger moaned into Dick’s skin, hot and hard and...well, kind of fucking sticky, but there'd be time for shower sex later. His free hand started in on the kid's clothes, searching for skin. That made the porno noises louder. Rock broke the kiss with the kid and pulled Rigger's t-shirt right off and helped him lose the jeans entirely.

"You ever done anything like this, Cherry?" Rock asked.

The kid shook his head, eyes fucking huge.

"You wanna do something like this, Dick?" He stole another kiss, just because those lips were temptation themselves.

The kid followed his mouth as the kiss ended, hungry, eager. "Yeah."

"Cool, 'cause you're fucking edible, kid, and I'm hungry." He bent his head to the salt-smooth skin, heading toward a little nipplage. The kid shuddered for him, stomach muscles rolling nicely.

"You're such an impatient fuck," Rock complained, working to get the kid's shirt off completely and then tugging off his pants around Rigger.

"Suck my ass, Rock. I waited for dessert until after supper." Then his lips found the tight nipple and fastened on, sucking happily.

The porno noises were back, the kid whimpering and moaning to beat the band. And he had to admit that when the kid's hips pushed up out of the chair against him, it was a better fucking feeling 'cause they were both naked. Not that he was going to let Rock know he appreciated the fucker's efforts, Rock had a big enough head already. And Hello! It was sliding along his crack with intent.

He groaned, biting down on the kid's nipple just hard enough to send a shock through the shuddering body. His hips pushed back, welcoming the solid, stiff heat of Rock's prick, before sliding away, teasing.

Rock grunted and grabbed his hips, sliding that hard cock along his crack again. "You want it or not, Rigger?"

"Always, Rocketman." He lifted his head, grinning wolfishly at Dick. "Fuck me, man."

The kid's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, a soft moan coming from him.

Rock's lips attached themselves to Rigger's shoulder, biting as the solid cock found a home inside him, pushing until he could feel Rock's hips snug against his butt. He kept looking at the kid, lips open, tongue sliding out to wet his lips. Fuck, Rock felt huge, thick and hot and... "Oh, fuck, Rock...good. So fucking good."

"He's fucking you," the kid breathed, eyes glittering. Then the kid leaned forward and took his mouth, all tongue and teeth and more hunger than expertise.

Later, when Rock wasn't reaming his ass like the man was drilling a goddamned well, he'd teach the kid about kissing. Right now, he'd just ride with it, rocking between cock and tongue with happy abandon.

The kid’s hips were pushing up, sliding that long sweet cock against his belly every time Rock pushed into him.

"Fucking sweet cherry," Rock grunted.

He pulled his lips from Dick's for a second, chuckles full of a bit of desperate passion. "No, Dickcheese, you're fucking the tall Texan. The sweet cherry's waiting his turn." Then Rigger dropped his lips back down onto the kids, tongue thrusting deep.

Rock laughed, hips snapping harder and one hand slid around to pull on his cock. Rigger groaned into Dick's mouth, breath coming faster as he moved. Good. Fucking good. The kid's hands started to slide over his skin, tentative fingertips turning into long, slow strokes over his chest and down to his belly.

Oh, yeah. This was good. He owed Rock big for this find.

"Here, kid, take over." Rock's hand encouraged the kid's to wrap around his prick. The kid's fingers were long and thin and held him too loosely, but Rock was showing the kid what he liked and in a moment Dick had it just about right, leaving Rock to concentrate on fucking him but good.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, Dick. Yes." He murmured against the kid's lips, eyes closing as they drove him to the fucking moon. Rock's lips fastened around the skin on the side of his neck, pulling in time with the hard thrusts. His body jerked, his orgasm starting down in his toes and moving through his fucking body like electricity.

Rock slammed hard into him, filling him with hot spunk as he shot all over the kid. Dick's hand slowed but didn't stop and the kid was murmuring. "Wow. Holy fucking shit. Wow."

Rigger gasped, licking periodically at the kid's lips, Rock's weight heavy against his back. "Yeah. Wow."

Rock chuckled. "Cherry hasn't even done anything yet and we've blown his mind."

"Just think what he'll do when I suck him off while you fuck him."

"Oh fuck," Dick whispered...

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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Book Day Wednesday

Sand and Heat is a fantasy BDSM that follows slaveboy Feyer as his old master who indulged him greatly dies and he's given to a new master. It's been a long time since this one was out and I'm pleased to have re-puublillshed it! I've shared the first story of the book - I promise Feyer gets his HEA! Look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday.

Desert dweller Feyer has just been sold to a new Raya, or lord, and he's not thrilled about it. At least until Amut takes Feyer in hand, turning his world inside out. Feyer finally finds his place in Amut's world, though, learning to love his new master, needing to please him in all ways. Sand and Heat brings five tales of Feyer's life, and the desert sun isn't the only heat generated by these steamy stories. Amut is a sensual master with prodigious appetites, and Feyer was made to serve him. 

This classic Sean Michael will give you a meltdown with these adventurous tales!

Originally released as Taste Test: Sand and Heat by another publisher.

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The Old Raya

It wasn't even noon yet and already it was hot. Even the thick stones of his raya's palace were no match for the sun's harsh rays during summer. Feyer sighed and lazily waved a hand. One of the boys ran forward and began to fan him.

He stretched out at the foot of the bed, skin gleaming with sweet oil and sweat, and shook his head, letting his hair fall behind him. Numi, on his knees in front of their raya, feeding the old man small bites of lychee fruit, glanced and him and licked his lips. It made Feyer smile and shift his hips, legs falling open, hand draped elegantly along his hip.

He looked good.

With the heat, he wore nothing but his armbands and his markings, bronze and gold along his arms and by his eyes, bright and shining against his skin. His kohl-stained eyelids were the same color as his hair. He was perfect. The raya had said so more than once. And well he should be: he had been chosen, made into the perfect bodyslave at a young age.

The old man, skin as wrinkled and dry as Feyer's was smooth and oiled grunted and waved Numi away. The black-eyed boy left the tray of fruit at Feyer's side and murmured quietly. "He had no more than two bites."

Feyer nodded. Their raya had been eating less and less, the heat bothering him more this year than others. Feyer would feed the old man himself. Taking a fruit, he ate it slowly, letting the juices flow from the corner of his mouth. He moaned softly, eyes slanting toward his raya. The old man's eyes were on him.

He took another fruit and placed it between his lips and then crawled up the bed, the white silk soft beneath his hands and knees. He climbed over the raya, brushing against the man, letting the fingers of one hand trail up from ankle to hip, wrapping around the mostly flaccid cock.

Pressing his lips to his raya's, he passed the fruit. The old man laughed weakly, but ate.

He smiled and moved back down the frail body, sliding the slim shaft into his mouth.

He tongued and sucked the flesh, bringing it slowly to life, twitch by slow twitch. It took longer now than it used to, and he'd been at it quite awhile, the old man's cock still not fully hard when gnarled fingers dropped onto his head, brushing through his hair and tugging him off.

"My Raya?"

"I'm tired and old. You cannot make stone pour blood."

He protested. "No. No, my Raya, there is plenty of blood left in you."

"I m too old and it is too hot. Come sit by me, let me look on your beauty as you pleasure yourself."

Pouting, he nodded. 

He reached first for the tray of fruits. "Will you at least continue eating, my Raya?"

The old man's chuckles turned to coughing and Feyer frowned, worry filling him.

"You all fuss over me like old women."

"You are our Raya, our Master." 

The old man's hand slid along his cheek and Feyer nuzzled into the touch. 

A soft kiss was placed on his forehead and then his raya lay back among his pillows. "Entertain me, my boy."

Feyer kissed the hand that clothed and fed him and did as he was bid. His hands traveled over his own body. The oil was slick beneath his fingers, making his soft skin even softer. Moaning, he let his raya hear his pleasure. He took his time, fingers moving over every part of himself. Displaying his beauty, he made the little noises he knew his raya loved. 

His own hand was warm, familiar and comfortable around his erection and at last he came. "My Raya!"

The air seemed cooler now, a hint of breeze carrying with it the promise that summer would pass them by and leave the rains behind. He waited for the words of praise, for his raya to speak of the pleasure he took in watching Feyer's passion.

The silence hurt and he raised his head. A soft smile turned up the corners of his raya's lips, the dark eyes staring. Feyer offered a smile and raised his hand to his face, licking delicately at his own seed. The expression on the old man's face did not change.

"My Raya?" His whisper was a trembling echo of his earlier cry and he put his hand on the old man, shaking him, but his raya's stare remained unbroken, his body still.

Feyer laid his cheek over the old man's heart, eyes closing on tears; there was only silence there.

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Wishing everyone a very happy Valentine's Day!

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Top Ten Tuesday

As it's Valentine's Day tomorrow, I thought I would share my Top Ten Favorite ways to celebrate with my honey.

Top Ten Favorite Ways to Celebrate

10. chocolates
9. flowers
8. edible bouquet
7. homemade card
6. stuffed animal
5. watching a romantic movie at home
4. going to a movie we both want to see
3. couples massage
2. a meal out together - steak and seafood are my favorite so anyplace I can indulge in that and a yummy dessert is nice
1. a meal made especially for me by honey

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Monday, February 12, 2018

Movie Monday

I went to see Jumanji in the theatre a few weeks ago. And I loved it!

I do try to avoid spoilers and the advertisements for a movie, but I knew there would be some laughs in this one. I didn't expect just how funny it was - I laughed the whole way through.

I thought all the actors did a great job of still acting like the kids who they were the avatars for. Jack Black stole the show. And I say that being an enormous Dwayne Johnson fan. Not that he didn't do a great job, too, but Jack Black was gold.

I did love it whenever The Rock used his "smoulder" ability.

I also really liked the way they linked it to the first one, making it a sequel, and the way they 'updated' it was aweome.

I am looking forward to this one being available to bring home so I can watch it again.

Two thumbs up! I highly recommend it.

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Wednesday, February 7, 2018

My God It's February

Holy cow! I can't believe I haven't posted in a month. I can't beleive it's already February, let alone the seventh of February! I know I say it a lot, but time is just going faster and faster. It's a little scary if I think about it too hard.

I wound up finally getting most of my swag together for Coastal. I had all the time in the world to get it and then all of a sudden I was late. That's down to this time going faster than it should thing.

I got the flu last week. I had two days of utter exhaustion where I basically slept, and now I've got major drainage and it's settled in my chest. I have been using the puffer to be able to keep breathing. So at least I know where that week went.

I'm looking forward to the Olympics. I am a sports fan for two weeks every two years. I especially enjoy the winter Olympics.

I have been making bread for the last few months. With my being sick last week I've had a bit of a blip, but I made a loaf this morning and am currently making buns for tonight's burgers. The bread is an Orange Cracked Wheat bread and I haven't tried it yet, but it's really heavy. HOpefully it'll taste okay.

Still using the Instant Pot and enjoying it. I have yet to bake anything in it, so I will have to try that soon. I'm especially intrigued by the cheesecakes. Will report back when I get to it.

I shall try to post here more often!

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Friday, January 5, 2018

Author Spotlight - Jessica Coulter Smith

In the Author Spotlight today we have Jessica Coulter Smith with her new book Jennifer and the Alien Badass.

What is your favorite thing about Jennifer and the Alien Badass? 

I love that even though she has a grown daughter, it’s not too late for her to find love. Jennifer has spent her life making her daughter a priority, but when an older sexy alien offers to claim her as his mate, she’s given a chance to live life for herself.
Black and white or all the colors of the rainbow?

All the colors of the rainbow 😊

This is the 15th book in your Intergalactic Bride series – what keeps the books fresh for you?

Each story is different. My characters are a range of ages and occupations. Some are single moms, or single dads. But one thing holds true for all of them…they want someone to love who will love them back. I’ve had a blast writing this series – from geeky aliens to the biggest badass of them all – and I hope I get to write many more.

Hard or soft?


What is your favorite time waster?

Facebook. Although, I’m not sure it’s so  much a favorite, as I just get sucked in every time I’m on there. Sometimes it’s like a train wreck – you just can’t look away.

Weddings or warriors?


How many warriors does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

None. They command someone else to do it.

Who was harder to write – Jennifer or Siril?

I would have to say Siril. As a mom, I could easily relate to Jennifer. Siril is this big badass on his world, feared throughout the galaxies and a powerful warrior. But I couldn’t make him too hard, so there’s a softer, vulnerable side to him too. It was a balancing act.

Sunrise or sunset?

Sunset – because I’m NEVER awake for sunrise LOL

Abs or glutes?

Hmmm…I like both, so I’m not sure I could pick

Do you procrastinate more at the beginning, middle or end of the story, or not at all?

Generally at the middle. The beginning flies by, and once I’m nearing the end, I usually know exactly how I want things to go. But that pesky middle usually stumps me.

What's the sexiest food/meal?


Can you share some sexy lines from Jennifer and the Alien Badass?

He leaned forward a little more and lowered his voice so no one else would hear. “What I’d like is to take you back to my hotel suite, rip every stitch of clothing from your body, except possibly for those sexy as fuck boots, and take you so hard and fast that your legs shake and you scream my name over and over. I want to worship every inch of your body, take you so many times you can’t walk tomorrow, and then I want to do it all over again. I want to erase every memory of every other male you’ve known, eradicate them one orgasm at a time, until you’re begging me to never stop.”

Jennifer and the Alien Badass (Intergalactic Brides #15)
By Jessica Coulter Smith
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Karen Fox

Jennifer Montgomery has never needed anyone in her life except her daughter. A single mom of a now eighteen year old, her entire life has revolved around Lila. But when Lila goes missing, Jennifer is devastated and determines to do whatever it takes to find her. She just never expected her search to lead her to the Terran Station and their bride program. Or to learn that her daughter isn't who Jennifer thought she was.

Siril, Captain of the Herack, is revered on his world for his tireless pursuit of the space pirates infesting the galaxy. The best of the best, as they say. If killing people were an art, he'd be da Vinci. But all the blood is starting to wear on him. There are only so many heads you can lop off before it grows old. At fifty, he's ready for a break, but when he agreed to a vacation on Earth, he never expected to meet his perfect match, someone he'd decided didn't exist. Who would ever want a battered and broken old warrior like him? But Jennifer is fierce, sexy as hell, and he wants to make her his.

As the two come together, and sparks become a blazing inferno, Jennifer realizes that maybe it's okay to live her life and do something completely selfish -- like fall in love.

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“Should we set a course for home?” Haptir asked.

“Yes. Once you’ve finished disposing of the pirates. I don’t want their remains anywhere near Zelthrane-3.” Siril left them to their work and went to his quarters. The door had barely closed before he started removing his boots and pants. He turned on the cleansing unit and stepped under the spray. Scrubbing his body and hair twice, he leaned his head against the wall and wondered what life would be like without constant bloodshed. Not that a good battle wasn’t fun -- preferably on someone else’s ship so they had to deal with the cleanup.

Such things didn’t used to bother him, but the older he got, the less he liked the messy side of his work. Why couldn’t they die neatly? Was it really necessary for a decapitation to douse everything in blood? But what else was he to do? If he wasn’t beheading people, was he supposed to sit at home and die of boredom? He’d been asked to train their warriors full time, and it was an honorable position, but Siril wasn’t certain he was ready to hang up his blades just yet. There were many good fights left in him.

He shut off the unit and dried himself. He looked at his bed longingly, but there would be plenty of time to sleep once they reached home. They’d been after the pirates for days and he’d slept little. In his youth, he could have stayed awake for days on end without feeling the least bit tired. But now, as the oldest active warrior for their world, he was feeling every one of his fifty years. Donning clean clothes, he checked his boots before putting them back on, and went to the galley. He grabbed a Melranian star fruit and leaned against the counter. His crew could handle the cleanup and navigation necessary to get them back home. There was little for him to do.

Except think.

The council had often offered Siril time off over the last few years, encouraging him to take a trip to Earth and get off world without having to engage in battle. He’d always waved them off and gone right back to work, but maybe it was time to take a break. Even a week off might be nice. While Zelthrane-3 was more advanced than the humans’ Earth in many ways, the blue planet had a lot of marvels that interested him. Like music and movies. And while he’d heard there would be a place to dance opening soon in Terran Prime, it might be entertaining to see all of those things on Earth and explore the human world a bit. Providing he didn’t scare the puny humans.

When the bride program had first opened, they’d welcomed all humans to their world, including males who took temporary jobs on their planet to make the human females feel more at ease. But over time, only brides were allowed on Zelthrane-3, and the screening process had gotten stricter. The first few months of the program, there had been too many fights, as well as human females falling for the human males. Things were streamlined now, and from what he could tell the program was a huge success. He’d often thought of checking out the brides to find a mate of his own, but they all seemed so young. He wondered if the council only approved the young ones to guarantee children for the mated pairs. He didn’t know much about humans and wondered if the older females either couldn’t have children or if it would be too hard on their bodies. More than likely, he would spend his years alone.

“Captain,” Velic said over the system. “We’re about to enter warp drive and will be home shortly. It might get a little bumpy.”

Siril braced his feet and continued to eat his fruit as the ship vibrated around him. He wondered what sort of female would ever settle for someone like him. He’d been handsome once, but wars had ravaged his face and body. There were females out there who thrilled over being with a warrior such as he, but they were few and far between. And once the thrill was over, they left and he was alone once more. No one wanted to wake up next to him every day for the rest of their lives.

If he ever did claim a mate, he had a wonderful home for her. The council had provided him one of the best houses on his world. It was large, easily big enough for many children, and had a lush garden out back. He seldom saw it, spending most of his time on this ship trying to keep the galaxy safe. If he did take a mate, he supposed he’d have to spend more time at home. Was he ready to give up this way of life if it meant having a warm female to bed every night?

He wanted to say yes, but he wondered if he’d miss wreaking havoc and striking fear into the hearts of those around him. Just his name was enough to send most running in fear. He’d earned his reputation and was proud of it. Human females seemed fragile, though, and he doubted they would thrill over his many kills. He wanted a female every bit as fierce as he was, but he had yet to meet one. Someone who could take care of themselves if he had to leave on a mission. Worrying about a helpless, fragile mate would only get him killed. No, he needed a warrior. But in all his travels, he’d never met a female warrior. There were stories of some on far off worlds, but it was doubtful he’d ever meet one.

Who was he kidding? No one would ever want a mate like him. He was too damaged for someone to ever love him. But if he did have a mate, if a female ever took a chance on him, he’d shower her with love and affection and make sure she never wanted to leave.

When he was home, he watched the mated couples. Their females smiled at them with such affection, and grew round with their children. Not that he had the slightest idea of what to do with a child. He’d never held one for fear he might hurt them. They seemed so small and breakable. Part of him wanted children to experience the pleasure of having a family, but the thought of bringing a tiny baby into the world was frightening. And at his age, by the time he had grandchildren he might be too old to enjoy them. Gods! Grandchildren?

He shook his head at his folly. He wasn’t getting a mate and wasn’t having children, so it was a moot point. He’d do better to hone his battle strategies and mold the young warriors who needed a guiding hand. Leave populating the planet to the younger males. The greatest gift he could give his people was keeping them safe, either by his own hand or those he trained. With some luck, he’d die in battle and never have to live a lonely life once the council retired him.

The ship shuddered under his feet and groaned, telling him they’d touched down. Siril tossed the core of the star fruit and made his way through the ship to the docking port. His crew was already exiting as he made his way down to the ground below. There was no one to greet them, but there never was. All of his crew were single, and while some of them still had parents, they were very much on their own.

The suns shone brightly overhead, their warmth caressing his face. It was good to be home, another crisis averted. His people were safe and were none the wiser to the threat that had been hanging over their heads. If the pirates had managed to land, many lives would have been lost. He walked the streets, smiling at the children playing he passed along the way. This was why he spent so much time in space. So families could stay together, could live in peace, and those precious children would have a chance to grow up and maybe become warriors themselves one day.

The clinic loomed ahead and he hoped no one was waiting. He didn’t mind the wait, but the fewer people he had contact with the better, until he knew he hadn’t been contaminated. He stepped into the cool interior and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the waiting room was empty. Easing down onto a chair, he extended his bad leg to give his knee a break. Sometimes the metal of his prosthetic made the joints in his knee ache. Getting old was a bitch.

He looked around the interior of the clinic, noting the changes since he’d last been in. Some blocks were stacked in a corner for the children who had to visit. A few books with human females on the cover graced a few tables. What were those called? Magazines? He picked one up, curious as to the contents. As part of his extensive training, he’d learned to speak and read all of the languages of Earth and all of the surrounding planets in his galaxy. The magazine in his hand was in Earth English and had articles on losing weight, the best summer diets, and “the top ten reasons he doesn’t love you”.

Siril smiled and shook his head, amused by the things human females found entertaining. He’d much rather read a book on the latest weaponry. He flipped through a few more of the books, wondering why all of the females in them were so skinny. The females in the bride program came in all shapes and sizes. Why didn’t their magazines have fuller-figured women in them as well?

He tossed the book aside and stood, moving across to the door that led to the offices and exam rooms. He cracked it open and peered down the long hall. Light shone under one of the office doors and Siril decided to make his presence known. His boots were loud against the polished floor and must have alerted the doctor someone was in the building.

The office door opened and Vyrex stepped out.

“Siril, it’s good to see you. Another successful mission?” Vyrex asked.

“The mission went well, but my ship was covered in the blood of pirates. Some got on me as well. I wanted to make sure I hadn’t contracted anything.”

Vyrex motioned for him to follow and led Siril to an exam room. He scanned Siril head to toe, ran some blood tests, and gave him a few injections. As the doctor studied the results of the tests, Siril waited to find out if it was bad news or if he’d managed to come out unscathed once more. He figured that eventually his luck would run out. Yes, he’d lost some body parts along the way in his missions, but otherwise he was still very healthy.

“Everything looks fine,” Vyrex said. “The injections I gave you will help boost your immune system and should fight off any viruses if any present over the next few days. I wouldn’t worry unless you start feeling ill, then come back and see me. We’ll run more tests then.”

“I think I may go off world for a bit.”

“Earth?” Vyrex asked.

Siril nodded. “The council has offered to send me many times for a vacation. I think it’s time I took them up on their offer.”

About the Author

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she's a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and spills over from her professional life into her personal one. When she went on that first date with her husband, she never expected to hear the words /Marry me!' pop out of his mouth - and judging by the shocked look on his face, he hadn't meant to say them either. But, being the hopeless romantic that she is, Jessica said yes and they've been married since 2000.

Jessica firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world. She's often gazed at the stars and wondered what, or who, else might be out there. Who's to say that hunky model on the hottest romance bestseller isn't really from some far off galaxy? Maybe that blue Martian you saw at Halloween wasn't really in costume. After all, there's an awful lot of space out there for us to be the only ones living in it.

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