Sneak Peek Sunday

I'm giving a sneak peek today of my Hammer Auction book for this year. I sat down to begin writing and who turned up to be a part of it but Xavier, the man who runs the club. I have had lots of requests over the years for his story, but he's been stubborn and I didn't even know what his story was. So I was thrilled to learn more about him and to share it with you.

Treasured

It’s that time of year again and the Hammer Club Christmas Auction is in full swing, the holidays ready to work their magic.

Fifteen years ago Xavier watched his one true love walk away, unable to follow the man on his need for adventure. In those years, Xavier has made a life for himself as manager of the Hammer Club. He has friends, he has purpose, he has joy and happiness. What he’s never had is a lover, his heart still taken.

This year, as he watches the auction, keeping everything flowing smoothly, he’s happy for all the couples, new and established, who are coming together and raising money for charity. The last thing he expects is for Marcus to announce a name he hasn’t heard in fifteen years.

Tyr didn’t want to leave Xavier behind all those years ago, but he knew if he settled down instead of going, he’d always wonder what if. Now that he’s back for the one thing missing from his life, will he be able to convince Xavier that this is real and not just the magic of Christmas?

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Excerpt:

Marcus and Billy were having a ball, running the holiday auction, with Jim and Tanny playing fluffer in the back of the house.

Xavier watched the money roll in, the subs and Doms pair up, and he couldn’t help his smile. So many great memories from the last fifteen years he’d been here.

So much magic.

So much fun.

Drew, one of his waiters, came up with a platter of food. “Are you hungry, Sir?” The boy was flirting with him outrageously.

“I’m not, boy. Thank you. You might see if Tanny or Jim are though.” He was ready for his vacation.

Drew looked disappointed that he hadn’t gotten the response he’d been hoping for, but he moved on, taking his tray of food toward the back where Jim and Tanny were working.

“We have someone new on stage tonight,” Marcus said from his spot at the corner of the stage, looking at his notes.

Oh, this was always fun. Always. Some pretty little twink finding a night of fun. And sometimes their special someone. The magic of Christmas.

“Ready to whisk the lucky winner away for a dinner at the very romantic Blue Skies restaurant, this is Tyr.”

Xavier frowned and glanced over at the stage. He didn’t know a Tyr, or he hadn’t in a long time.

The man who came out was no shy twink. No, this guy was a stud. Wearing only a tight pair of beat-up jeans, this man was tall and blond and boasting a magnificent chest and gun-show arms.

Xavier stood up, utterly shocked. “Tyr?”

No. No, that was his lover. His. He hadn’t seen the man in fifteen years, but that didn’t make it any less true.

“Is there an opening bid?” Marcus asked.

“He’s not for sale.” Xavier’s voice rang out through the club.

Dead silence fell over the club, and everyone’s head swiveled to stare at him, mouths dropped open. Not Tyr’s though. No that fine fucking son of a bitch was grinning like a loon.

It was Marcus who finally broke the stunned silence. “Xavier?”

“I said, he’s not for sale.” Xavier held Marcus’s gaze, and he didn’t back off it. There was no way he was playing a game, not with Tyr close enough to see.

Marcus nodded. “Very well. Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be moving on to the next auction item. This is Brandon, a boy looking for a Dom for the night. It’s his first time…”

Marcus’s words faded for Xavier as Tyr jumped off the stage and headed toward him.

He watched every step, admiring the sight of the man that he had thought was his Mr. Right. He’d been wrong, but still—

Tyr was here. In his club. His. Club. There was no way that was a coincidence.

Tyr came to stand in front of him, and Xavier nodded. “Beer?”

“This first.” Tyr grabbed the hair at the back of his head and tilted him, then took a kiss that Xavier felt down to his bones. Hard and slow. Time stopped.

Sean

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Smutterday

 Here's a smutty excerpt of Taking the Knot!

Taking the Knot

Can a very human man find satisfaction with a demon?

Matt is a big guy, tall, broad and muscular; he’s a man you assume is a top. Matt has desires, though, needs that he keeps hidden until the day when he sees his friend Don naked in the gym’s changing room. Don’s a big guy like him, and he’s wearing some very sexy, very intimate jewelry in places Matt has never even imagined possible and he’s… intrigued. 

Don invites Matt to the club where he met his Master and while Matt can’t quite believe he’s doing it, he goes along. When he arrives at the club, it’s one surprise after another, but the enormous man he meets there, who just might be more than human, gives Matt more than he’s ever dreamed of, or admitted to wanting. 

Blaze has been searching for his one special human, the one who can be his partner and return to the underworld with him. When he sees Matt, he recognizes the stud immediately for the one he’s been waiting for. Now he just needs to convince Matt.

Will Matt and Blaze find happiness together being their true selves? Find out in this intense, hot as the hinges of hell romp.

Taking the Knot is available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited.

Smutty Excerpt:

He leans over me and grinds his massive girth into me. “You want me and you know it. As I said, you suck me off, and I’ll make sure you come too. In fact, I’m betting you come from sucking me off.” He laughs softly, the sound wicked. “If you do, I’ll keep you.”

Keep me? What the fuck does that mean? I’m not sure I like the sound of that. But he pulls away his meager covering, and the club at his middle comes pushing out toward me. My mouth waters.

Now, every man likes to get sucked, but not every guy likes sucking. Too bad for them, I say, because if you like giving as much as you like getting, you’re going to be happy no matter who’s got whose mouth around whose cock.

I like sucking—in fact I love sucking—and this monster in front of me looks like the most delicious challenge.

“Oh, you are a little cockslut, aren’t you? That will make things so much easier.”

A shiver goes through me at the word cockslut. Some might see it as an insult, but I don’t. It’s exactly what I am when I’m in the mood to suck.

“Bring that up here,” I tell him in a moment of bravado.

“Good boy.” He crawls up my body, the tip surprisingly sharp, the slit wet. I open up, the touch making my eyes go wide. Tingles. He must have put something on his prick. “Don’t stop now.”

He rises up on his knees and uses a hand to slide his cock along my lips, coating them, and they immediately begin tingling. It’s like sparkles inside my skin.

Fuck yes.

I close my eyes and go to town, my head bobbing, the corners of my mouth stretching wide. It’s going to take me a while to get this whole thing in my mouth—I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to, but I sure as hell am going to try.

I grab the base of his cock, pulling off in shock at what I feel. There’s a…a…swelling? A knot?

“Shh. Suck. Suck, boy. You want it.”

He’s right—I do. I guess if he’s not worried about it, I don’t have to be. I tongue his slit, and he groans for me, jerking to push the head in a little deeper. I love that I’ve affected him, and it encourages me to keep going, to show him what I can do. I slap the shaft with my tongue, working the ridges, swallowing as pre-come splashes in my mouth.

It tingles all the way down, like it’s carbonated, only better.

God, what does he slick on his prick?

I pull back, focusing on the head alone, pulling hard and fast. More drops slide from it, and each one is like the last, only stronger tasting, with even more tingles. I could learn to crave this sensation.

My cock begins to leak, to drip in my jeans. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on from sucking dick.

I roll my tongue around his head, feeling all the little bumps and ridges, loving how they feel. I reach down and feel that knot again, fascinated by how it fills my hands.

I’m too close to actually see it, so I try to imagine what it looks like based on what I feel. It’s a knot of some sort—it has to be, even though that makes no sense. It’s sensitive, though. He moans and more drops of pre-come fall on my tongue every time I touch it, so I start squeezing and rolling it with my fingers, letting myself imagine it in my hole.

I shudder as I imagine him going in all the way, then sinking that much deeper as he pushes this knot in, stretching the entrance of my hole so fucking wide.

Whimpering, I suck harder.

I want to jack myself off, but my fingers are fascinated by the heavy bulge, the response when I squeeze it. He begins to rock but keeps it fairly gentle—I think because he’s enjoying what I’m doing to that knot. Still, I love being forced to take more in and sucking hard to try to keep it in when he rocks back out again.

Sean

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Top Ten Tuesday

 Last week I did fiction shows, so I thought this week I'd do reality shows. Top Ten Reality Shows I have recently watched. Again, these are in no particular order.

Top Ten Reality Shows

1. The Big Flower Fight - like the Great British Baking Show, this takes place in England, in a tent. It involves teams who create all sorts of different topiaries and things using flowers/trees/etc. It was suprisingly charming.
2. Blown Away - a competition for glassblowers. It was amazing to see the different things these people could make out of glass. I have taken a few beginner classes where you make a single thing - very basic stuff, so I knew how damn hard all this stuff was. 
3. The Circle - This one is a social media experiment, where they take nine different people, put them in individual apartments in a building and let them communicate only by social media. Some put themselves out there for real, others are catfishing, and they vote people out and eventually vote for a winner. I wasn't sure what I expected, but I did think it would be fairly... nasty? but it was surprisingly interesting and even the folks who were pretending to be people they weren't were interesting and not scummy. 
4. The Floor is Lava - I remember my kids playing this game when they were little - jumping from piece of furniture to furniture because 'the floor was lava'. It works pretty well as a game show.
5. Nailed It - I watch this in fits and starts and there's almost always new episodes I haven't seen when I feel like watching it again. The baked results are usually hilarious and the host manages to make everything funnier.
6.  Big Brother - I still find this show fascinating and was pleased there was a new season. It totally makes sense that you can do it if you isolate everyone for two weeks first and test them multiple times. 
7. Ru Paul's Drag Race - I'd never watched it before so I've mainlined all 11 seasons. 
8. Tough as Nails - A competition for blue collar workers to see who is toughest. The guy I was rooting for won, which is always nice. But my favorite to watch was an older woman who lasted well into the middle of the competition. She was defintely tough as nails.
9. The Amazing Race - it's back for another season - they  obviously made this one last year and once Covid hit decided to wati to air it until this fall when they knew they might have a lack of new shows to air.
10. Halloween Baking Championship - I like most of the food network cooking competitions, but this one is on currently so it's why it's the one listed. 

I like watching the reality shows especially when I need something that doesn't take a lot of concentration and isn't intense. Like after watching an episode of Bly Manor - one of the above shows will immediately take the creeps out of me. Also, a lot of them are fascinating studies in human behavior.

Have a great Tuesday!

Sean

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Smutterday - Haunted, a Hammer story

 As promised - here's a smutty excerpt for Haunted - coming October 27!

Will Halloween bring a trick or a treat for two lonely men?

Rusty’s had a hard time of it. Six months ago he walked in on his master with another man in their bed and left with little more than the clothes he was wearing and his laptop. Since then he’s been staying with Marcus and Jim, working and saving up for a place of his own. When Halloween rolls around, he’s not feeling the spirit of the holiday, but Jim and Tanny convince to come to the club with them.

Master Karl loves coming to the Hammer’s Halloween party as it marks the end of his work year. A designer and builder of haunted houses, he spends most of the year on the road for business with November and December as his time off. 

Marcus and Billy invite Karl to join their table at the Halloween party and he’s attracted to Rusty immediately. When sharing a meal leads to a dance which leads to Rusty going home with Karl, it could be the start of something special for both men. Can some Halloween magic bring Karl and Rusty the happy endings they deserve?

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Smutty Excerpt:

Karl hadn’t gone to the Hammer Halloween Night expecting to go home with anyone. He’d wanted to spend Halloween with people rather than on his own. He’d never expected to come home with a treat, but that’s exactly what had happened. Lucky him.

He opened the door to his penthouse apartment and ushered Rusty in.

The sweet man was pale and lovely, with dark red hair and sherry-colored eyes, and a need that called to him. And as Rusty went in ahead of him, he noted that that sweet ass was round and pert.

Oh, he would like to get his hands on that. In fact, he ached with need.

He left the door open. “Before we go any farther, I need to know your safeword.”

“I use yellow and red, Sir.”

“Yellow and red. Perfect.” Nice and easy to remember. There wouldn’t be any question.

“I—I haven’t done a scene in a while.”

“Would you prefer to simply make love tonight?” While a scene would be lovely, so would being simple—making each other feel good and come. If they were as compatible as he believed they were, there would be plenty of time for scenes.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t— I wasn’t planning on this.” Rusty looked at him, expression unsure and a touch lost.

“Neither was I—what a wonderful surprise for both of us.” He closed the door and locked it, then turned back to Rusty and took charge. Cupping Rusty’s cheeks, he brought their lips together for their second kiss. The first had been delightful, this one even more so.

Rusty relaxed, obviously eager for the lead, for the attention, for him. He slid his tongue across Rusty’s lips, asking for entrance. Rusty opened for him, letting him in, and when he found the piercing in the boy’s tongue, he groaned.

What a delightful surprise. He slid his tongue across it, flicking it back and forth.

Rusty played back, teasing him, the touches maddening and wonderful.

Karl smiled into the kiss, sliding his tongue along the roof of Rusty’s mouth. One warm hand snaked around his waist, holding him.

That made him hum and he pressed closer. Rusty felt good against him. Small and compact, but solid, firm—Rusty was a little hard body under all those oversized clothes.

Groaning, he slid his hand from the top of Rusty’s back all the way down to his ass. He loved how Rusty rolled back toward his hand, rocked right into his touch. Humming, Karl pulled Rusty back to him so their bodies rubbed. Oh, that felt nice. Good.

“Pretty baby,” he murmured, then dove back in, kissing Rusty hard enough to bend him backward.

Oh, he liked this boy. He liked Rusty a lot. A whole lot.

He wanted to see what was under that shirt. He wanted to know if Rusty was smooth or fuzzy, if there were more piercings.

“Come to my bedroom.” He took Rusty’s hand and led him down the hall.

Rusty didn’t hesitate at all. He followed next to him, pressed close beside him. Rusty fit, like there was a space next to him, made for him to hold this boy.

God, he was losing his damn mind. He wasn’t the love–at-first-sight type.

Still, here he was. And here was Rusty. He led the way to his bedroom, eager to get to know Rusty so much better.

“You have a lovely bedroom.” Rusty chuckled softly. “I was almost expecting a bed made from bones.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun? One day, I’ll build my dream home and I’ll keep that possibility in mind.” He chuckled and turned Rusty to him. He wanted another kiss. He wanted much more.

“Hello, Master Karl.” Rusty stepped right into the curve of his body.

“Mmm. Hello, Rusty.” Bending, he took his kiss, letting his eyes close as their lips moved together.

Hello, boy.

Rusty melted against him, one soft moan after another pushing into his kiss. He cupped Rusty’s face, turning his head slightly to deepen the kisses, to make them more. Their tongues battled, sliding against each other. That piercing was exciting, giving everything a new twist.

It was like a secret, like a little whisper just for him. He let his hands wander now, sliding over Rusty’s shoulders first, then down to the hard little hidden, pierced nipples.

Score! More piercings. How exciting. He stroked gently, feeling the metal through Rusty’s shirt. He loved the way the boy’s breath hitched, proving how the touch affected him.

He found the bottom of Rusty’s shirt, eager to touch skin.

The huge shirt came up and off easily, exposing a hairless chest, the dark ink of a set of spiky roses covering the pecs, sweet nipples pierced with rings.

“Pretty baby.” He traced the tattoos, sliding his fingers on the warm skin.

“Oh. Thank you.”

He didn’t think Rusty had heard praise in a while.

He took one of the little rings between his fingers and tugged on it, and Rusty went up on tiptoe. Gasped.

Oh yeah. He did the same thing to Rusty’s other nipple, the metal hot between his fingertips.

He loved the low little needy cry.

“These are a treasure, boy.” It seemed everything about Rusty was a treasure.

“Thank you. They feel so good, you know?”

He loved Rusty’s easy acceptance of his needs—his awareness of what the piercings brought him. “They look good too.”

“Thank you. I—I’m glad you think so.”

He went in for another kiss, his fingers remaining fascinated by the piercings. He touched them and played with them and tugged them, giving Rusty different sensations.

Every touch made Rusty’s eyes cross. Sweet baby.

Forget compliments, he thought it had been a while since Rusty had been touched like this. “Has it been long?”

“Since I had a master or a lover?”

He considered for a moment, then decided he wanted to know. “Both.”

“Six months ago, I found my master was sleeping with another man, so I understood why he hadn’t wanted me for a year.”

“Oh. Rusty, I’m sorry. That is harsh.” He gave the boy a hug.

“I left. I had my shoes and my wallet and phone. I don’t know what I did wrong. Even now.”

“How awful. Has he never tried to get in touch with you? Apologize? Explain? Make sure you had the rest of your things?” The man sounded like a real asshole.

“No. I called Tanny. They came to get me.”

“I’m so glad you had friends to help you. That’s… the lowest. In the end, you’re better off without him.” Karl firmly believed that. If people didn’t treat you right, they didn’t deserve you.

“I just hope whatever I did, I don’t do again.”

“You’re assuming it was something you did. It takes two to tango, and clearly, he did something wrong. Very wrong.” Sweet baby boy. No one needed that sort of mindfuck.

And now he was going to make Rusty feel good and forget that asshole. He brought their mouths back together again, sliding his tongue in to play with that sweet little piercing.

Who could let this gorgeous man just walk away? Somebody stupid.

The thought amused him, and he smiled into the kisses. He wasn’t stupid, he could see the potential in Rusty, could taste the need.

Rusty rubbed against him, body hard, wanton, and needing. Rusty didn’t need a scene right now, he needed to be loved on and that was what Karl was going to do.

He was going to adore this boy, prove to him that he was worth something.

He stroked Rusty’s shoulders, wanting to leave tingles and need in the wake of his touches.

“Feels good. You have great hands.”

“Thank you.” He let said hands drift down to Rusty’s waist, playing with the waistband on his jeans and teasing them both.

Rusty sucked in, his belly drawing in tight. He played with Rusty’s abs for a moment, enjoying the feeling of them beneath his fingertips. Sexy boy.

He teased, letting his thumb drop down to stroke the sweet cock through Rusty’s jeans. He couldn’t wait to feel it skin against skin. He popped the top button open and teased the zipper down as slowly as he could. “Do you have more piercings, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He groaned right then and there, without even seeing them. He pulled Rusty’s jeans open to the sides, then tugged them down, eager to discover Rusty’s jewelry.

Sean

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Throwback Thursday

Today on Throwback Thursday are Need and Chosen. Need was my first vampire romance and Chosen was the follow-up. They are currently on sale for 99cents for Halloween month.

When Bast picks up Trick, a street hustler with few prospects, Trick is prepared to play along, to have some fun. He figures he’s got a good thing going with free room and board, so why rock the boat? What he’s not prepared for is falling in love. Good thing for him the obsession is shared on both sides, Bast falling for him just as quickly, needing him just as much as Trick needs Bast.

Trouble waits just around the corner for them, though. Bast is far older than Trick can even imagine, and has another lust that’s just as pressing as his love for Trick. Trick thinks it’s all fun and games for a while, but he learns soon enough that certain things about Bast’s life are deadly serious. And deadly.

Will Bast’s vampire nature drive them apart? Or can Trick accept that need takes all forms, and give himself to Bast completely? Find out in the Sean Michael Classic.

Only 99 cents at Amazon (also available on KU)

Vampire Bast and his lover Trick are still alive, or not, and kicking in this sequel to Need!

Still very human Trick is dealing with the difficulty of having a lover who can't go out in the sun, Bast is trying to accept the changes the world throws at him, and they're both working on understanding the bond between them.

Trick has asked Bast to feed on him alone, and while that's easy enough for Bast because of his deep love for Trick, it causes all sorts of complications. Their friends don't really understand what happens when Bast feeds on Trick, worried that Bast will somehow do his lover harm. Trick figures they're just jealous because he has Bast and they don't, but it could cause serious problems for the pair when their old crowd starts threatening to take Trick away.

To make matters worse, Trick knows he's not getting any younger, and he's starting to worry that he won't be able to keep Bast happy, or fed, for the rest of his life.

Can Trick and Bast settle the problems that seem to follow them? Or will they fold under the pressure of being a vampire and his Chosen? Find out in this Sean Michael Classic.

Currently only 99 cents on Amazon (also available on KU)

It's almost Friday!

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday - Haunted

So a little background to this latest Hammer Club book. I actually started this last year. I wanted to do a Halloween story and I thought it would be fun to make it a Hammer book as there hadn't been a new one of those in a while. Well, I start the book and Rusty, a new character, steps up to the plate. That should have been my first clue that this wasn't going to be a light short story. Then Karl, a man who creates haunted houses for clients around the country, claims Rusty. Okay, I think, instead of a 5000 word short story, maybe this will be a 10000-15000 shorter novella. Yeah, once I'd hit 12000 words and had plenty of story left to tell, I knew that this was not going to make it out for Halloween. So I put it aside to work on for next Halloween and informed the men in my head that I needed a short story and one of the existing pairs had to star in it so that I could make sure it stayed short. Trick or Treat featuring Jim and Marcus happened and that's the Halloween story I put out last year. Then I went back to writing Rusty and Karl's story and tada - I bring you Haunted for Halloween this year.

It's currently up for pre-order (see links below) and will be out on October 27. It will go to KU on Friday October 30 at midnight.

There's an excerpt below - look for a smutty one on Saturday.

Will Halloween bring a trick or a treat for two lonely men?

Rusty’s had a hard time of it. Six months ago he walked in on his master with another man in their bed and left with little more than the clothes he was wearing and his laptop. Since then he’s been staying with Marcus and Jim, working and saving up for a place of his own. When Halloween rolls around, he’s not feeling the spirit of the holiday, but Jim and Tanny convince to come to the club with them.

Master Karl loves coming to the Hammer’s Halloween party as it marks the end of his work year. A designer and builder of haunted houses, he spends most of the year on the road for business with November and December as his time off. 

Marcus and Billy invite Karl to join their table at the Halloween party and he’s attracted to Rusty immediately. When sharing a meal leads to a dance which leads to Rusty going home with Karl, it could be the start of something special for both men. Can some Halloween magic bring Karl and Rusty the happy endings they deserve?

Pre-order links:
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Excerpt:

“I don’t want to go, y’all.” Rusty looked at Jim and Tanny, shaking his head. “Please.”

“Honey, it’s a party. Nothing scary. No one will mess with you.” Jim patted his hand. “I don’t want you to be alone all night.”

Rusty had run away from home six months ago, hiding out at friends’ houses while he tried to figure out what to do. He’d caught his lover in bed with another man, and he just…panicked. He’d run and now…

Now he was alone and scared, but he had a steady gig making corsets with Master Gage; he had a car. He was saving for an apartment.

He was making it on his own.

“Come on, boys. We’re late enough to make a very fashionable entrance.” Master Marcus—Jim’s Master—came around the corner and whistled. “Baby, you look good enough to eat.”

Jim was dressed like a Beatnik, complete with a little red goatee, gorgeous curls slicked back and pulled into a tight braid. “Thank you, Master. Is Master Billy meeting us here?”

Tanny, on the other hand, was dressed like a llama—not sexy but unbearably cute.

“The llama Master will be meeting us at the club. You look adorable, Montana. Which is not something one usually says.” Marcus chuckled, then turned to Rusty. “You’re not wearing a costume this evening?”

“I thought I’d stay home, but the guys asked me to come, Sir.” He supposed it would be fun to sit in the corner and look at the costumes.

“I’m glad they did. And you’re certainly welcome to come as you are, but if you’d like to have a costume, the boys could rustle something up for you, and if not that, we can stop somewhere on the way to find you something.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble. Thank you though. I do appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble, boy.” Marcus held his arm out, and Jim slipped his hand through it. “Let’s go. I’m hungry and eager to see what the menu is. Hopefully, no eyeballs this year.”

“Or tongue!” Jim said.

“I just want chocolate.” Tanny hooked arms with Rusty. “And coffee.”

“Sounds like a plan, man.”

“There’s more to life than coffee,” Marcus noted. “Right, Jim?”

“That’s the rumor, Master.”

Marcus chuckled.

Rusty knew that Jim’s Master had some weird thing about coffee and Jim hardly ever got to drink it. Well, he didn’t either if he wasn’t working, because they just didn’t keep it in the house.

He spent a ton of time at the coffee shop next to Master Gage’s shop. Enough that he had his own cup.

Marcus ushered them all into the car. Rusty sat in the back with Tanny. Once they were on the road, Marcus glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Last chance to stop for a costume.”

“I’m fine, Sir. I just want to watch, not be watched.”

“Whatever you want, Rusty.” Marcus focused back on the road.

What he wanted was for the world to not be so goddamn mean, to not feel like a loser, like a skinny asshole who was easy to cheat on.

Which wasn’t these guys’ fault, they’d been nothing but kind to him. He probably shouldn’t have come out with them. He tried not to sigh.

The car came to a stop and Marcus turned off the engine. “Here we are. I hope everyone is ready for a bacchanal.”

They trooped in, and Master Billy caught Tanny up in a hug. The Masters hugged one another next, and Rusty snuck away to a small table in the back of the room, hidden in the dark.

The costumes were amazing, and none of them looked like the kind of thing you could find Walmart.

They were all sexy and wonderful, and he drew into himself, feeling dull and unremarkable. He saw a number of his corsets though. A bunch of them.

That was cool.

Jim came over, somehow finding him in his dark corner. “We’re going to eat. Why don’t you come join us?”

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t have to…” He was afraid he was going to cry.

“Of course I’m sure. We’re your friends, right? We want to have dinner with you. Come on.” Jim didn’t sound at all hesitant.

“Okay. Yeah. Thank you. I’d love to.” He found a smile for his friend, took Jim’s hand, and stood. 

“What are we eating?”

“Bat wings, lizard tails, werewolf steaks, and blood and fingernails pudding.” Jim shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll translate into something actually edible.”

“God, I hope so…” It sounded awful.

Jim laughed and pulled him down into the chair next to him. The two Masters gave him a smile, then Marcus’s eyes narrowed to somewhere behind him.

“Karl? Is that you in that top hat?”

“Marcus! Looking good.”

“So are you. Are you on your own?”

“Yep. Still riding solo.”

“We have an extra chair.” Marcus pointed to the seat next to Rusty and the up-until-now unseen Karl came into view.

The guy was tall and broad, wearing dress pants, a black vest that contrasted with his muscles—so hot—and a top hat on his head.

Rusty offered the man a tentative smile, smoothing down his auburn hair. He had long hair like Jim’s, but it wasn’t curly or bright. It was just hair.

His smile was returned, and a big one at that. “I’m Karl.”

“Rusty. Happy Halloween, Sir.”

“Thank you, boy. And back at’cha. I have to admit, while I enjoy Halloween, I’m a little hesitant about this menu they’re producing. I’m hoping I don’t have to sneak into a diner on my way home.” Karl had clear blue eyes that seemed to look right into him.

“Yes. I may offer to buy Marcus and Jim McD’s.”

“But not Billy and his boy? Is it the llama suit?” Those blue eyes were twinkling away.

“I don’t think they’re riding home with us, is all.” His cheeks were on fire.

“Oh, you’re staying with Marcus and Jim, are you? Very nice. They’re good people.”

Before he could reply, a vampire waiter put a huge platter in the middle of the table. “Bat wings, Sirs.”

Karl leaned toward him and murmured, “Those bat wings look an awful lot like chicken wings. I’m also betting that bat tastes a lot like chicken.”

“Yes, thank goodness. Bats don’t seem very tasty. Or legal.”

Karl chuckled. “No, I imagine not. Can I dish you up some? I have a longer reach.” Marcus and Billy were already putting wings on plates.

“If there are enough after everyone has had some, please.”

“Stop that, boy.” Karl shook his head, took his plate, and put some wings on it. “You’re not less than anyone else at this table.”

“Th-thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, boy.” Karl put a half-dozen wings on his plate, some of the bat’s blood dipping sauce and some carrots and celery, then set it down in front of him before filling up his own plate.

Oh. That was…oh. He looked at Tanny, who nodded at him, smiled, and gave him a thumbs-up.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Top Ten Tuesday

 With all that's going on in the world, I have to admit that I've been having a hard time keeping up with the dailies, but I'm determined to get back into the swing of things and I'm starting with a top ten list - recently watched shows. While there are ten, they are in no particular order, these are ten shows that I have enjoyed.

Top Ten Shows Recently Watched

1. Lucifer - This one is not new to me, but I loved the latest season. I have said it before and I will say it again - all shows should be written as if it was their last season because the quality is often superior.
2. Umbrella Academy - I had watched the first couple of episodes when season 1 came out, but got busy and never finished it, so when season 2 arrived, I binged it from the start in about two days.
3. Star Trek: Discovery - The new season has only just started and I loved the first episode. I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes.
4. Lovecraft Country - I came late to this one and got to binge four or five episodes in a row, and then wished I had waited until the whole season had dropped, because it is immanently bingeable and I so wanted to keep going. So now I'm waiting until I have a few episodes banked before going back to it.
5. The Haunting of Bly Manor - I'm only on episode 4 because I find it so very creepy and I watch with the hubby, but only a single episode at a time because I do not want to have watched several episodes only to have him go up to bed, leaving me alone with the creepy feelings. So we watch 1 and then watch other stuff before he has to go to bed. (Yes I'm a wuss when it comes to horror.)
6. The Walking Dead: World Beyond - I had been watching The Walking Dead and then the Talking Dead after each new episode until that season opening with Neagan. Yeah. That was so bleak, so awful and I just couldn't bring myself to watch anymore. I might eventually go back and pick up from the next episode and finish out the series. That was the point when I stopped watching Fear the Walking Dead as well. I just couldn't deal. Again, maybe I'll go back and watch the rest of the episodes. But we thought we'd give World Beyond a try and three episodes in we're liking it. I love that the kids call the zombies 'empties'. I think it's an interesting take being from the pov of young people who have grown up with zombies as a reality in their life and how that changes their attitudes towards the whole zombie apocalypse compared to the adults.
7. Marvel's Agents of Shield - I had thought it had been cancelled, so I was delighted when there was a 'final season' aired over the summer. Some seasons were good, some seasons were meh and some were not good at all, but this last season? Best writing the show has ever had. Not hampered by having to conform to the canon of the movies helped a lot, I think, but also knowing it was their last season seems to have upped the writing game. 
8. Warrior Nun - Had no idea what this was going to be like and absolutely loved it. I really hope there is going to be another season.
9. Teenage Bounty Hunter - Had no idea what to expect from this one - oh my goodness so much fun. Irreverent, funny, heartwarming. And omg, they are such teenagers. A surprise gem.
10. Away - I enjoyed this one, especially the way being on the mission changed the people who were stuck together. The addition of following the families as well kept it from being too clausterphobic. 

I've watched lots of other stuff too, but these came to mind as the top ten from the last few months. 

Happy Tuesday!

Sean

smut fixes everything 

Sneak Peek Sunday

The next book in the Sealed With a Kink series comes out on Tuesday! It's currently available for pre-order at Amazon and Kobo. On Tuesday it will be available at Turtlehat Creatives. Then on Friday at midnight it hits KU, so it'll be gone from Kobo and Turtllehat at that point.

I'm sharing an excerpt here today as a sneak peek!

Can a good flogging from the right man help a driven artist exorcise his demons?

Damien is a painter with demons. He spends most of his life working those demons out on his canvases, only leaving his studio when one friend or another shows up to drag him out for an hour or two. He’s tried everything to help him sleep through the night, and find some peace, but he knows he’s more than a little crazy and nothing has ever worked.

Trace has been dropping hints to Damien for a while that he’d like to be more than just friends, but Damien doesn’t ever seem to pick up on them. Believing he can give this beautiful man exactly what he needs, Trace takes the bull by the horns one evening when they’re both at the same bar and directly asks Damien to come home with him.

Is Trace right? Does he know exactly what Damien needs to give him some peace, and will Damien trust him enough to try, or is Damien doomed to be forever chased by them? Find out in this latest Sealed With a Kink book.

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Excerpt:

Jesus, I’m bored.

I’ve been in the house for months, working, creating, and if Nels hadn’t thrown a temper tantrum and dragged me out to the bar, I’d still be doing it—throwing paint on the canvas and working out my demons.

But I’m here. I’m here with my beer, watching Nels dance with some little twink, and I’m waiting for it to turn nine o’clock so I can grab a car home.

I agreed to an hour. Nine makes an hour.

Someone sits next to me. I can feel that he’s a big guy even without looking. He feels solid, like suddenly there’s a brick wall right there.

I’m not looking. I’m not interested. I’m just waiting for nine.

So there.

The bartender comes over. “What’ll it be?”

“Coke, lots of ice, please.” His voice is like velvet dragging over gravel and it hits me in my balls.

Oh, damn. I need to pay my tab and go. Instead, I grin up at him. “Lots of ice?” My eyes go wide. “Trace? Hey.”

“Hi, Damien.”

I’d forgotten just how sexy his voice is, how warm his smile.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” I haven’t seen anyone in a while. I’ve been hiding.

“No, you haven’t been around. I was pleased when I walked in and saw you sitting here. Knew I had to come say hello.”

He’s making me hard just by talking.

Obviously I’ve been alone a while. I’ve known Trace forever. There’s never been a spark. “I’ve been working hard.”

“Too hard. You’ve got dark bags under your eyes.” He reaches out and gently touches me, right under my eyes, and it’s like he’s touching an electric wire to me.

“She’s a demanding mistress.” I am not gasping. I’m not. Nope.

“I know a thing or two about being demanding,” Trace notes. Have his eyes always been so very green? And intensely hot. That has to be new, right?

“Do you?” I take another swig of beer, trying to cool down.

“Yeah, I do. And I think you know exactly what I mean.” That timbre in his voice, that’s new too. So is the way he licks the moisture from his upper lip, tongue sliding slowly.

“H-how’s your Coke?” Stop it. You are not a virgin.

“Nice and cold. Exactly how I like it. How’s your beer?”

“Piss warm and nasty,” I admit. “I’ve been nursing it.”

“If you didn’t want it, why not order something else? A glass of water with ice would take a lot longer to get warm.”

“I was going to leave at nine.” A glass of iced water sounds amazing, though.

Trace nods at the barback, who comes right over. “Ice water, please.” Then he turns back to me, and I feel really seen. “You shouldn’t have to sip at warm beer for another ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” That’s—that’s kind. It feels like a balm, a little. Or maybe a lot.

“It’s the painting, right? Have you got something in particular riding your ass so hard?” The words conjure up a naughty image involving Trace and my ass.

“It is. I got demons, nothing big.” Just…being a worthless shit.

He touches my arm, and that zap from earlier is back like whoa. “Are you okay, Damien? I mean really.”

I go for casual and blithe, because no, no I’m not. I’m lonely, and I’m worn, and I’m more than a little broken.

He’s still staring at me, touching me, and I realize I haven’t actually said anything yet.

My cheeks heat, and I hide my face in the water. “I’ll be fine, honey. Thanks for asking.”

“I don’t think you are. And I want to help.” His tone is gentle, but there’s also a strength there.

“What? Why?” Why on earth would Trace care?

A wry smile quirks up one side of Trace’s mouth. “Because I’ve been interested in you since I first saw you and you’re getting deeper and deeper into your demons.”

“Oh, honey. I—I’m bad news. You have to know that, right?” I reach out and put my hand on his arm, and he’s so warm.

“You’re just… driven and probably a lot lost in what you call your demons. You need a master to take care of you. To help you… focus.”

“I wish.” But I’ve tried that. I’ve tried sex. I’ve tried pain. I’ve tried drugs. The only thing that works is, well, work.

“You could always think of me as your genie—granting you that wish,” Trace suggests.

He has no idea how tempting that is.

“I actually like you. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Damien, do you really have so low an opinion of yourself?” He touches my arm again, and it lights me up, warms me to the bone.

“I just know me. I’m a train wreck.” Sad but true.

“Like I said, you need a master.” He’s still touching me, fingers stroking my arm now, leaving tingles behind.

“I tried the lifestyle. I wasn’t good at it. Ask Carlson.” Oh. Probably Trace had. Carlson and I never even fucked—I let him tie me up, spank me. All I could do was wait for it to be over.

“Okay, let me rephrase. You need the right master.” Trace smiled. “I can even refine that. You need me.”

“Did you talk to him? It was a bad experience. I wasn’t ugly.” Was it nine? It had to be…

“I haven’t talked to anyone, Damien. I’ve been observing you. And flirting, but I don’t think I’m very good at it as you don’t seem to have noticed. I’m better at direct.”

“I—” Okay. Stop this. Stop this right now. “Do you dance?”

Wait. What?

“I’m no Arthur Miller, but I enjoy moving to the music.” Trace stands and holds out his hand. “And I happen to really like this song.”

“I do too.” I take his hand, and he’s so warm, so tall.

He leads us out into the dance floor and I can feel Nels shooting me a shocked look.

I glare over. I can dance, can’t I? Just one? I’m not taken, for fuck’s sake.

Nels makes a face and turns back to the twink he’s with, but I swear I can feel him cutting glances at me. It’s none of his business.

“Damien. You’re with me. Ignore everything else, yeah?”

That’s more than fair. One dance. Trace deserves that—all of me for a dance. “You’re right. I’d be happy to.”

I push into his arms, trusting that he’ll lead. He does, and we move together like we were made for it. His hands slide down to cup my ass and hold me closer. His fingers are hot, and it’s easy to relax and lean into the rhythm. God, he’s like a jungle gym.

He hums, and the sound is not only happy, but it vibrates through his chest and into me.

“That’s nice,” I whisper. I feel it everywhere, making me shiver.

That makes him hum even more, and I like it. A lot. “For you,” he whispers back at me.

Maybe we could have a one-night stand. Maybe…just one orgasm, one night.

Like he can hear my thoughts, he squeezes my ass in one hand, his fingers digging in through the thick denim of my jeans.

“Uhn…” My eyes roll up in my head, and my toes curl. “Damn.”

“Let me take you home, Damien. We’ll hide you from your demons for the night.”

“One night.” I want to. I want to just relax and let the world disappear.

“When this song is over.” Trace continues to move us, our bodies rubbing together, and he’s hard, cock thick and stiff in his slacks.

I nod, because dancing tells you how good the sex might be. And the way things are going, the sex is going to be fucking good.

We keep moving, the music dictating our speed.

One song slides into another, and I don’t mind. This is sensual and sexual and right. His body keeps moving against mine, slowly ramping me up and making me ache.

“We need to go. It’s been a long time.” And I’m not going to embarrass myself.

“As you wish.” His hands leave my ass and he takes one of mine, leading me from the dance floor and out the door.

Nels comes running up. “Bud? Where are you going, man?”

“I—With Trace.”

Trace slides an arm around my waist and tugs me into his side. I fit there perfectly. Damn. Like the space was made for me.

“With Trace, huh?” Nels rolls his eyes toward me. “You’re cool?”

“I’m cool.” It is a lie. I’m burning up.

Sean

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