Today I'm going to talk about three series that I binged over the last couple weeks: The Witcher, October Faction, and season 2 of Lost in Space.
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I'll start with the Witcher, which I loved. Most especially the fact that the Witcher himself is a snarky bastard. I love love love the grumpy heroes. Have you read The Jarheads? My Rock is unapologetically gruff and grumpy and very dear to me. I love writing the grumpy demons etc. So I loved Geralt very much. And if you can throw some humor in with the action I'm so there. The hubby and son watched with me - apparently they've both played the games. And so I found out through them that the guy who wrote the books that the game and show was also involved with the show, which rocks.
I know some people complained about the timeline, or at least the lack of cues regarding where each storyline was in the whole. But I didn't mind that at all, in fact I enjoyed realizing all of a sudden that for instance Geralt was actually in the castle when it was being attacked. If only the Queen had allowed him to take the princess with him in the first place...
Anyway - I highly recommend this one, especially if you like dungeons and dragons, the lord of the rings, or magic and magical creatures of all kinds.
October Faction wasn't bad at all. It's set in our world, modern times, and the parents belong to an organization that hunts monsters, while the twins don't know anything about their monster hunting ways. I imagine if you like the genre, you'll enjoy this. I certainly did. I liked learning about the organization, about who the villain was (and how maybe she wasn't the villain of the piece after all.) Anyway, a fun monster hunter show.
Lost in Space, season 2, was as good as season 1 in my opinion. My biggest complaint was that there wasn't enough of the robot in this one. I especially liked the way the humans are finding out that the robots aren't exactly like human-made robots and that just maybe they're sentient, too...
My favorite characters are the robot, Don and Dr. Smith. Also, I like the Robinson kids better than the Robinson parents. Mom Robinson is super smart and I like that, but sometimes her uber focus is annoying and she needs to work on being able to relate to people - which just makes her human, I guess, but these are some of the qualities that I like least.
If you're into science fiction and haven't checked out Lost in Space yet, go for it.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Monday, February 17, 2020
Saturday, February 15, 2020
Smutterday - Blindfolded for Love
Brand new as of yesterday, it's Blindfolded for Love, the second book in the Nailz series, which stars two friends of Rick's.
Will it take a blindfold to help two longtime friends see what’s right in front of them?
Jared Durant and Dorian Fitzhugh have been friends since their university days. Busy and at the top of their game work-wise, they nonetheless have stayed in touch, their friendship deepening. What neither man realizes is that he’s been starring in the other’s fantasies for a long time.
It takes Rick Hernerby, the mutual friend who introduced them in the first place, to finally get the ball rolling with a devious Valentine’s Day gift neither Jared nor Dorian will soon forget.
Jared Durant and Dorian Fitzhugh have been friends since their university days. Busy and at the top of their game work-wise, they nonetheless have stayed in touch, their friendship deepening. What neither man realizes is that he’s been starring in the other’s fantasies for a long time.
It takes Rick Hernerby, the mutual friend who introduced them in the first place, to finally get the ball rolling with a devious Valentine’s Day gift neither Jared nor Dorian will soon forget.
buy links:
Kobo (until Monday)
Amazon (and KU starting on Monday)
Smutty Excerpt:
He stepped through the door into an antechamber
with a place for the trappings of his day-to-day life.
His leathers were there, the tight-fitting pants
black and buttery soft. The harness with its metal O-rings also black. Jesus,
Rick had thought of everything. It made him wonder how much he’d had to bribe
the staff here to do this, but he supposed all he needed to know was that it
had happened. He changed into his leathers, using the routine of undressing and
redressing to get him into the right headspace. There was a note on the door.
“His safeword is Red Light.” Excellent.
Dorian checked himself in the mirror when he was
done. He looked every inch the studly master. Perfect.
Then he took the mask—black and filling his nose
with leather—and settled it over his eyes before striding into the next room to
discover his plaything.
He took two steps and immediately stopped short,
his breath trapped in his chest.
Jared.
It was Jared bound there in the center of the room,
standing with arms and legs cuffed with leather, the chains spreading him wide.
Crimson cloth cut the pale skin—silencing eyes and mouth, binding the heavy,
turgid cock.
Fucking hell. This was his fantasy, laid out for
him. Did Jared know? Was he in on this with Rick? Could Dorian trust this? He
pushed that last thought back immediately. Jared and Rick were friends and Rick
wouldn’t hurt him by joking about this, not like this.
If anyone didn’t know, it was Jared. Rick had
always said that if Jared had half the energy he spent on running away from his
needs…
“Good evening, boy.”
Jared went still, then shook his head as if to
clear it.
“I see you have a bell in your hand as you’re
gagged.” He began to relax into his role. Rick seemed to have thought of
absolutely everything, and Dorian was going to trust that. “Jingle it once if
you understand dropping it is your safeword until I remove the gag.”
Jared shivered but jingled the bell once.
“Excellent. Now I can explore my new acquisition.”
He walked deliberately around Jared, admiring every
line. Fuck, the man was even better looking naked than he could have imagined.
The heavy cock was full, wet-tipped, and waxed to within an inch of Jared’s
life.
That must have been quite a vision. He licked his
lips and slid his finger along Jared’s chest, enjoying the smooth, warm skin.
The tiny nips went tight and hard, begging his attention. He flicked one idly,
smiling as Jared’s entire body tightened, Jared’s fingers curling in on
themselves. He circled the little nipple, then flicked his fingernail across it
again.
That earned him a low moan, and Jared arched,
yearning toward him.
He hummed, letting his fingers slide down to circle
the full, bound cock. The skin here was also smooth and based on the shiver
that went through Jared, more sensitive as well. Dorian tapped the tip, none
too gently, and watched the hard flesh bob. It made him lick his lips, his
whole body on alert, aroused and wanting.
“Have they filled you, boy? Or did they save that
for me?”
Jared shook his head, cheeks flushing a dark rose.
“Good. I assume you are ready, though.” Slick and
open. If Jared was his for more than just one day, Jared would always be
stretched, lubed, ready for his will at any time day or night.
Jared nodded furiously, Adam’s apple bobbing, and Dorian
walked around behind Jared, spreading the sweet cheeks wide so he could see the
glistening hole that waited for his attentions.
“Excellent.” He pushed two fingers in, fucking a
few times and spreading his fingers apart to open Jared up a little. The tiny
hole was tight and hot inside. “Oh, I could tear you up, boy, and make you beg
for more.”
He was going to start now by plugging Jared’s hole.
Filling him until it was time to fuck him. Then there’d be some fun.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Saturday, February 8, 2020
Smutterday - If You Really Go Demon
As promised, here's a smutty excerpt for If You Really Go Demon! Now 15% off the regular price at Changeling Press!
If You Really Go Demon
Griff has been living with a terrible secret for centuries. He’s a high demon, but he has wild needs and desires to be a pleasure demon -- to submit to another. Such things are forbidden in hell, but he finally breaks down and confesses his desires to his best friend Savilry, risking not just their friendship but his own safety.
He could never have dreamed Savilry’s response, and Griff will never be the same again.
buy links:
Changeling - available now - 15% off!
Apple Books - avaible for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Amazon - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Kobo - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Smutty Excerpt:
“You said you wanted a master. Show me that you mean it.” Sav sat back a little on the couch, spreading his legs. Griff couldn’t miss the nearly hard cock in Sav’s gauzy pants.
Could he do this? Could he kneel before Sav, take that heavy cock in his lips?
Sav was still rubbing Griff’s horn, and the act made his eyes cross, made him slip between Sav’s thighs like a lower demon who was made to pleasure his master.
“Maybe there’s something to these visions of yours.” Sav opened his thin pants with one hand, fat cock popping up and slapping Griff in the face.
Sav gave him an arch look, like his best friend was daring him to say no. To laugh and refuse, or just run away maybe.
He wasn’t a coward, though. He’d lived with these dreams for a century; he could do this. There was no shame in pleasure. He leaned down, tongue dragging over the fat, swollen tip, the flavor there shocking, electrifying.
Sav moaned for him, the sound low and luscious. And Sav kept stroking his horns, fingers moving slowly along them. Griff closed his eyes, his suction increasing as his need did.
“Such a pretty demon. I’ve been jealous of your coloring for years.”
He flushed darker, hotter, and he pulled harder on the flesh in his mouth.
“Beelzebub, you’re good at this. Have you been doing this on the sly?” Sav’s words were husky, needy.
He lifted his head, shocked. “No! I’ve never!”
“Well you’re very good at it, Griff. Like so good. But you stopped.” Sav pouted.
“You asked me a question!” Of course he answered.
“Well, you’ve answered it already -- so get back to it!”
He didn’t want to, but he liked it when Sav ordered him around like that. Sav’s finger’s dug into the heavy braids around his horns, claws massaging him down deep.
“Don’t stop, Griff. You’ve got a magical tongue.”
The praise made him beam, made him suck hard, striving for the kind words again. Drop after smoky drop of pre-come slipped from Sav’s cock to land on his tongue.
He could learn to crave it, that flavor, the touch of Sav on his head.
“Suck harder. You’re making me buzz and it feels good.” Sav’s voice poured over him like honey and he sucked harder.
He wanted to make Sav come. He wanted to pull Sav’s pleasure out of him. He wanted to know. Please. Please, Master.
Sav began to thrust, pushing up into his mouth, and making little noises. The fingers around his horns squeezed and released, the sensation making him gasp. He was so unbelievably hard and every moment increased his need.
His hips began to move, to hunt for friction against the fabric of his pants.
“Gonna come,” Sav warned him. “Gonna come hard.”
He braced himself, swallowing hard, over and over -- he wasn’t backing off now.
Sav cried out for him and seed poured down his throat. It was shocking. It was salty and smoky and sweet all at the same time. Sav’s fingers dug into his scalp, into his horns, and he continually swallowed convulsively.
Griff rested his cheek on Sav’s thigh, his cock aching with his need.
“Wow. Seriously, Griff. You are very good at that. And your enthusiasm… yeah. You’ve definitely been thinking about it, haven’t you? A whole lot.”
He ducked his head and pulled away, forcing himself to stand. “I should probably go, shouldn’t I?”
“Sit down, Griff. You need to deal with that erection you’re sporting before the skin splits.” Sav leaned forward, dark eyes shining. “I could help you with that.”
“Please.” Oh, please. He wanted nothing more.
“You want me to take you?” Sav asked, licking his lips. “Or do something simpler?” Sav didn’t specify which of those options he would prefer.
Griff moaned, his knees buckling. “I --” How did he answer that?
“I’d love to fuck you if that’s what you want. I mean, you did say you wanted to take it, right?” Sav patted his cock, which had barely gone down at all post-blowjob and was looking like it was going to head back to hard.
Griff has been living with a terrible secret for centuries. He’s a high demon, but he has wild needs and desires to be a pleasure demon -- to submit to another. Such things are forbidden in hell, but he finally breaks down and confesses his desires to his best friend Savilry, risking not just their friendship but his own safety.
He could never have dreamed Savilry’s response, and Griff will never be the same again.
buy links:
Changeling - available now - 15% off!
Apple Books - avaible for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Amazon - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Kobo - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Smutty Excerpt:
“You said you wanted a master. Show me that you mean it.” Sav sat back a little on the couch, spreading his legs. Griff couldn’t miss the nearly hard cock in Sav’s gauzy pants.
Could he do this? Could he kneel before Sav, take that heavy cock in his lips?
Sav was still rubbing Griff’s horn, and the act made his eyes cross, made him slip between Sav’s thighs like a lower demon who was made to pleasure his master.
“Maybe there’s something to these visions of yours.” Sav opened his thin pants with one hand, fat cock popping up and slapping Griff in the face.
Sav gave him an arch look, like his best friend was daring him to say no. To laugh and refuse, or just run away maybe.
He wasn’t a coward, though. He’d lived with these dreams for a century; he could do this. There was no shame in pleasure. He leaned down, tongue dragging over the fat, swollen tip, the flavor there shocking, electrifying.
Sav moaned for him, the sound low and luscious. And Sav kept stroking his horns, fingers moving slowly along them. Griff closed his eyes, his suction increasing as his need did.
“Such a pretty demon. I’ve been jealous of your coloring for years.”
He flushed darker, hotter, and he pulled harder on the flesh in his mouth.
“Beelzebub, you’re good at this. Have you been doing this on the sly?” Sav’s words were husky, needy.
He lifted his head, shocked. “No! I’ve never!”
“Well you’re very good at it, Griff. Like so good. But you stopped.” Sav pouted.
“You asked me a question!” Of course he answered.
“Well, you’ve answered it already -- so get back to it!”
He didn’t want to, but he liked it when Sav ordered him around like that. Sav’s finger’s dug into the heavy braids around his horns, claws massaging him down deep.
“Don’t stop, Griff. You’ve got a magical tongue.”
The praise made him beam, made him suck hard, striving for the kind words again. Drop after smoky drop of pre-come slipped from Sav’s cock to land on his tongue.
He could learn to crave it, that flavor, the touch of Sav on his head.
“Suck harder. You’re making me buzz and it feels good.” Sav’s voice poured over him like honey and he sucked harder.
He wanted to make Sav come. He wanted to pull Sav’s pleasure out of him. He wanted to know. Please. Please, Master.
Sav began to thrust, pushing up into his mouth, and making little noises. The fingers around his horns squeezed and released, the sensation making him gasp. He was so unbelievably hard and every moment increased his need.
His hips began to move, to hunt for friction against the fabric of his pants.
“Gonna come,” Sav warned him. “Gonna come hard.”
He braced himself, swallowing hard, over and over -- he wasn’t backing off now.
Sav cried out for him and seed poured down his throat. It was shocking. It was salty and smoky and sweet all at the same time. Sav’s fingers dug into his scalp, into his horns, and he continually swallowed convulsively.
Griff rested his cheek on Sav’s thigh, his cock aching with his need.
“Wow. Seriously, Griff. You are very good at that. And your enthusiasm… yeah. You’ve definitely been thinking about it, haven’t you? A whole lot.”
He ducked his head and pulled away, forcing himself to stand. “I should probably go, shouldn’t I?”
“Sit down, Griff. You need to deal with that erection you’re sporting before the skin splits.” Sav leaned forward, dark eyes shining. “I could help you with that.”
“Please.” Oh, please. He wanted nothing more.
“You want me to take you?” Sav asked, licking his lips. “Or do something simpler?” Sav didn’t specify which of those options he would prefer.
Griff moaned, his knees buckling. “I --” How did he answer that?
“I’d love to fuck you if that’s what you want. I mean, you did say you wanted to take it, right?” Sav patted his cock, which had barely gone down at all post-blowjob and was looking like it was going to head back to hard.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Throwback Thursday
I recently put up a couple of books that were originally out with Resplendence Publishing. I originally wrote this one in 2013 for their Handcuffs and Lace line, featuring cops and BDSM. Needless to say I had a lot of fun with this one.
It's available on Amazon and KU!
Royal Flush
Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.
Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.
Excerpt:
Royal sat at the bar and watched the whiskey swirl in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together, the scent of the liquor like spoiled cologne.
Fuck.
This shit sucked, so hard.
Ten years of working on the force. Eight years of working homicide. Three years deep undercover. Shit, he was the bastard who had helped collar Newt Lansome, the Craft Killer, and it only took one bad collar. One asshole swearing Royal had fudged with evidence and he…
Fuck.
Resign and keep your pension, or you and your partner can both get eaten alive by the fucking IA bastards.
It figured he had enough feelings, stupid as they were, about Mike that he’d agreed to the deal. Hell, he thought Mike was probably tickled. They’d never recovered from their last heavy case… Sure, Mike had known Royal was gay, but the undercover case had slammed it home to Mike in a way Royal’s former partner had obviously not wanted to know.
Royal shook his head, knocked back the booze, hoping it would ease things a bit.
A shadow fell over him and a low sexy chuckle sounded. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”
“What?” Surely no one was talking to him. Not here.
The guy leaned against the bar next to him, muscled body appearing, face coming into view. The guy had short spiky hair dyed completely white. There were about a dozen piercings in one ear, the other one empty. And tattoos… Royal could see a dragon’s head coming up over one shoulder, looking right at him from the dude’s neck.
“I said I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”
Bone. The piercer. The fucking stud of a piercer who’d put a ring in Royal’s cock.
Oh, God.
Oh, Jesus.
Royal had been Collin then, and Mike had been Louis. Master Louis and his boy. Mike, who was the straightest man on earth, was inadvertently fulfilling Royal’s dirtiest fantasies.
“Well?”
Jesus. Bone’s smile was wicked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Royal’s cock and the ring embedded in the tip bobbed in his jeans.
Bone chuckled. “I’ll put money on it, man.”
“Look, I don’t…” Royal didn’t look the same. He couldn’t. He had a beard now, hair shaggy and loose, and he wasn’t being the needy, kinky bottom boy.
“A hundred bucks says I’m right. Two seconds in the men’s, and it’s yours if I’m barking up the wrong tree.” That wicked smile flashed again. “But I’m not.”
“What do you want, man?” Royal couldn’t win that bet, so he wouldn’t take it.
He remembered watching Bone hold his cock, pierce it, slid the thick ring through his slit. Mike had thrown up afterward, just disgusted. Royal hadn’t thrown up, though. He hadn’t even wanted to.
“You’re pricklier than I remember.”
“Things have changed.” Royal had changed. The whole fucking world had changed.
“You still on the job?” Bone had known. He’d been the one who’d told them what piercings a slave might have.
“No.” Bone had been their source, had taught them how to behave. Royal hadn’t been sure Mike would ever look at him again.
“So take the bet. We can change the terms. If you’re still wearing it, you give me a blow job; if you aren’t, I’ll give you one.”
Well, fuck. He just… Fuck. “How about double or nothing?”
“Sure.” Bone grinned, the look wicked. “I bet you want to give me that blow job.”
“And I bet you want to be on your knees for me. What’s the challenge?” He’d had just enough whiskey to be stupid.
“You’re the one who wanted to go double or nothing. You name the challenge.”
“Arm wrestling?”
Bone snorted, shook his head. “How about I bet I can make you come without touching you? I do it; you come be my slut for the weekend. I don’t… You get whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” That was a pretty big fucking bet.
Bone looked him up and down, licked his lips. “Whatever you want.”
“Okay.” He’d jacked off this morning, and shit, he wasn’t in that oh-do-me-now space, so yeah. Yeah. He could hang with this.
Bone held out his hand, and they shook.
Shit, the man’s hand was big. Hot. It had touched him, intimately. God, as soon as he got his blowjob, he was going home and hiding.
Bone let go slowly and signaled for a beer. “You want to do this here, or at a private booth?”
“I drink here a lot, man. We’ll sit in the back.”
“Lead the way. Your ass will be my inspiration.”
It's available on Amazon and KU!
Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.
Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.
Excerpt:
Royal sat at the bar and watched the whiskey swirl in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together, the scent of the liquor like spoiled cologne.
Fuck.
This shit sucked, so hard.
Ten years of working on the force. Eight years of working homicide. Three years deep undercover. Shit, he was the bastard who had helped collar Newt Lansome, the Craft Killer, and it only took one bad collar. One asshole swearing Royal had fudged with evidence and he…
Fuck.
Resign and keep your pension, or you and your partner can both get eaten alive by the fucking IA bastards.
It figured he had enough feelings, stupid as they were, about Mike that he’d agreed to the deal. Hell, he thought Mike was probably tickled. They’d never recovered from their last heavy case… Sure, Mike had known Royal was gay, but the undercover case had slammed it home to Mike in a way Royal’s former partner had obviously not wanted to know.
Royal shook his head, knocked back the booze, hoping it would ease things a bit.
A shadow fell over him and a low sexy chuckle sounded. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”
“What?” Surely no one was talking to him. Not here.
The guy leaned against the bar next to him, muscled body appearing, face coming into view. The guy had short spiky hair dyed completely white. There were about a dozen piercings in one ear, the other one empty. And tattoos… Royal could see a dragon’s head coming up over one shoulder, looking right at him from the dude’s neck.
“I said I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”
Bone. The piercer. The fucking stud of a piercer who’d put a ring in Royal’s cock.
Oh, God.
Oh, Jesus.
Royal had been Collin then, and Mike had been Louis. Master Louis and his boy. Mike, who was the straightest man on earth, was inadvertently fulfilling Royal’s dirtiest fantasies.
“Well?”
Jesus. Bone’s smile was wicked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Royal’s cock and the ring embedded in the tip bobbed in his jeans.
Bone chuckled. “I’ll put money on it, man.”
“Look, I don’t…” Royal didn’t look the same. He couldn’t. He had a beard now, hair shaggy and loose, and he wasn’t being the needy, kinky bottom boy.
“A hundred bucks says I’m right. Two seconds in the men’s, and it’s yours if I’m barking up the wrong tree.” That wicked smile flashed again. “But I’m not.”
“What do you want, man?” Royal couldn’t win that bet, so he wouldn’t take it.
He remembered watching Bone hold his cock, pierce it, slid the thick ring through his slit. Mike had thrown up afterward, just disgusted. Royal hadn’t thrown up, though. He hadn’t even wanted to.
“You’re pricklier than I remember.”
“Things have changed.” Royal had changed. The whole fucking world had changed.
“You still on the job?” Bone had known. He’d been the one who’d told them what piercings a slave might have.
“No.” Bone had been their source, had taught them how to behave. Royal hadn’t been sure Mike would ever look at him again.
“So take the bet. We can change the terms. If you’re still wearing it, you give me a blow job; if you aren’t, I’ll give you one.”
Well, fuck. He just… Fuck. “How about double or nothing?”
“Sure.” Bone grinned, the look wicked. “I bet you want to give me that blow job.”
“And I bet you want to be on your knees for me. What’s the challenge?” He’d had just enough whiskey to be stupid.
“You’re the one who wanted to go double or nothing. You name the challenge.”
“Arm wrestling?”
Bone snorted, shook his head. “How about I bet I can make you come without touching you? I do it; you come be my slut for the weekend. I don’t… You get whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” That was a pretty big fucking bet.
Bone looked him up and down, licked his lips. “Whatever you want.”
“Okay.” He’d jacked off this morning, and shit, he wasn’t in that oh-do-me-now space, so yeah. Yeah. He could hang with this.
Bone held out his hand, and they shook.
Shit, the man’s hand was big. Hot. It had touched him, intimately. God, as soon as he got his blowjob, he was going home and hiding.
Bone let go slowly and signaled for a beer. “You want to do this here, or at a private booth?”
“I drink here a lot, man. We’ll sit in the back.”
“Lead the way. Your ass will be my inspiration.”
Sean
smut fixes everything
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Book Day Wednesday
On Friday I have a new release with Changeling Press! This is the second book in the Once You Go Demon series. You don't have to have read the first book to get this one - it's set in the same world (that would be Hell, as these boys are demons!) There's an excerpt below and look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday!
If You Really Go Demon
Griff has been living with a terrible secret for centuries. He’s a high demon, but he has wild needs and desires to be a pleasure demon -- to submit to another. Such things are forbidden in hell, but he finally breaks down and confesses his desires to his best friend Savilry, risking not just their friendship but his own safety.
He could never have dreamed Savilry’s response, and Griff will never be the same again.
buy links:
Changeling - available on Friday the 7th
Apple Books - avaible for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Amazon - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Kobo - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Excerpt:
“I’m sorry.” Griff’s horns ached, so heavy, so much -- they throbbed like a sore -- but he couldn’t look at his oldest, dearest friend. He didn’t want to see the disgust and disappointment in Savilry’s eyes. “I didn’t know who else to talk to.”
High demons were meant to rule, to control, to fight and gather magic and energy to them. To fuck and bite and dominate.
Something was terribly wrong with him.
Savilry tilted his head, horns curling beautifully from his head. Sav’s eyes were nearly black, his skin a lovely deep burgundy, his hair a shade darker than that. He blinked a few times, then reached out and touched Griff’s hand. “You did the right thing, coming to me. Bealzabub knows what would have happened if you’d pursued this on your own.”
“I’m so sorry. I just… I have these dreams.” Even just thinking about them made his cock respond.
Sav leaned toward him. “What kind of dreams? Tell me.”
“I --”
“Griff, this is the least you’ll be asked.”
His cheeks burned, his eyes cast down on his folded hands. “I dream about being taken, about being changed, about becoming someone else.”
“You dream of being the fuckee instead of the fucker?” Sav’s dark eyes settled on him, staring intently, his friend getting immediately to the heart of the matter.
“Yes. About being touched deep inside with my master’s seed.”
Sav’s eyes went wide, and he drew in a quick, sharp breath.
“Don’t hate me. Please. I didn’t know who else to talk to.” Who else would he tell that he intended to throw himself on the mercy of one of the leaders of the great houses?
“I could never hate you, Griff, but do you have any idea what you’re asking for?”
“To be taken. To make these awful cravings ease.”
“It’s not what you’re made for, though, and once you go down that path, it’s permanent. You can’t decide you want to come back. Your horns…” Sav reached out and stroked his horns, fingers slowly tracing them. “They’d shrink. You know that. Ours grow when we take our boys -- so do our cocks. What will you do if they just become tiny nubs? If they become something aching and tiny?”
His cock began to grow. He didn’t want that, of course, but at the same time he did. He needed it desperately.
Sav’s eyes went even wider. “I can smell your arousal.”
“I should go. I’m sorry.” God, he was so ashamed. He shouldn’t have told Sav; he hated that he was going to lose his best friend over this. He stood to flee.
“Sit down, Griff,” Sav told him and he sat immediately at the order. “We’re going to figure this out.”
Sav wrapped a hand around one of his horns, stroking slow and easy, steadily. He closed his eyes and hummed, the sensation settling right in his balls. Damn, that felt good.
“We are going to figure it out,” Sav repeated. “But before we do anything, I want your mouth on my cock.”
Time stopped. “What?”
Griff has been living with a terrible secret for centuries. He’s a high demon, but he has wild needs and desires to be a pleasure demon -- to submit to another. Such things are forbidden in hell, but he finally breaks down and confesses his desires to his best friend Savilry, risking not just their friendship but his own safety.
He could never have dreamed Savilry’s response, and Griff will never be the same again.
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Excerpt:
“I’m sorry.” Griff’s horns ached, so heavy, so much -- they throbbed like a sore -- but he couldn’t look at his oldest, dearest friend. He didn’t want to see the disgust and disappointment in Savilry’s eyes. “I didn’t know who else to talk to.”
High demons were meant to rule, to control, to fight and gather magic and energy to them. To fuck and bite and dominate.
Something was terribly wrong with him.
Savilry tilted his head, horns curling beautifully from his head. Sav’s eyes were nearly black, his skin a lovely deep burgundy, his hair a shade darker than that. He blinked a few times, then reached out and touched Griff’s hand. “You did the right thing, coming to me. Bealzabub knows what would have happened if you’d pursued this on your own.”
“I’m so sorry. I just… I have these dreams.” Even just thinking about them made his cock respond.
Sav leaned toward him. “What kind of dreams? Tell me.”
“I --”
“Griff, this is the least you’ll be asked.”
His cheeks burned, his eyes cast down on his folded hands. “I dream about being taken, about being changed, about becoming someone else.”
“You dream of being the fuckee instead of the fucker?” Sav’s dark eyes settled on him, staring intently, his friend getting immediately to the heart of the matter.
“Yes. About being touched deep inside with my master’s seed.”
Sav’s eyes went wide, and he drew in a quick, sharp breath.
“Don’t hate me. Please. I didn’t know who else to talk to.” Who else would he tell that he intended to throw himself on the mercy of one of the leaders of the great houses?
“I could never hate you, Griff, but do you have any idea what you’re asking for?”
“To be taken. To make these awful cravings ease.”
“It’s not what you’re made for, though, and once you go down that path, it’s permanent. You can’t decide you want to come back. Your horns…” Sav reached out and stroked his horns, fingers slowly tracing them. “They’d shrink. You know that. Ours grow when we take our boys -- so do our cocks. What will you do if they just become tiny nubs? If they become something aching and tiny?”
His cock began to grow. He didn’t want that, of course, but at the same time he did. He needed it desperately.
Sav’s eyes went even wider. “I can smell your arousal.”
“I should go. I’m sorry.” God, he was so ashamed. He shouldn’t have told Sav; he hated that he was going to lose his best friend over this. He stood to flee.
“Sit down, Griff,” Sav told him and he sat immediately at the order. “We’re going to figure this out.”
Sav wrapped a hand around one of his horns, stroking slow and easy, steadily. He closed his eyes and hummed, the sensation settling right in his balls. Damn, that felt good.
“We are going to figure it out,” Sav repeated. “But before we do anything, I want your mouth on my cock.”
Time stopped. “What?”
Sean
smut fixes everything
Tuesday, February 4, 2020
Top Ten Tuesday
Talking about the Twelve Apostles last week made me think of other places that I have been that were a similar experience. To me, there are some things in nature that are almost religious and they fill me with wonder. While these are my top ten amazing places in the world (that I have been to) they are not in any particular order because how can you put one of these amazing places ahead of the next? I can't and I don't want to, I just want to celebrate each one.
Top Tem Places That Have Amazed Me
And I didn't even name the place that inspired this list in the first place! The Great Ocean Road, Australia, with its Twelve Apostles and other rock formations, and all that beach.
Have a wonderful Tuesday.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Top Tem Places That Have Amazed Me
- White Sands, New Mexico. Out of nowhere, there's this desert of the brightest white sand. You feel like there should be an ocean washing up on it, but there isn't. And it's so damn bright as to be almost blinding. Incredible.
- Cape Reinga, New Zealand. This is at the tip of the North Island and it's where the Tasman Sea and the Pacific Ocean meet. I could have sat there on the bluff and watched the waters meet, listen to the waves crashing together, for days.
- Northen Tip of Jutland, Denmark. This is the northern tip of Denmark where the North and Baltic seas meet. It's just as powerful as Cape Reinga, but instead of lushness, it's all sand dunes. Still awesome.
- Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. Talk about power. The water rushes over the edge and pounds down into the river below, throwing up tons of mist. They are loud and majestic and in the winter there is ice coating everything from railings to trees as the mist freezes in the cold. You can go behind the falls and see them from inside out. You can go on a boat that will take you as close as it can down below. Or you can just stand next to them, down the road from them, and watch and listen to the majesty.
- Great Barrier Reef, Australia. We took a day tour on a boat to see them, donned snorkles and swam above them. The colors were incredible, the formations amazing. I have never seen anything like them.
- Uluru and Kata Tjuta, Australia. First of all, all the red dirt in central Australia is really cool and then, out of the flat land are these rock formations. I can see why they are sacred to the aboriginals. I got to see Kata Tjuta at sunset and Uluru at sunrise. Magificent. Just make sure you wear one of those hats with the mesh that comes down around to your neck because omg, the flies!
- Heidelberg Castle, from Schlierbach. So when I was 10 we went to Germany for a year. We lived in a suburb of Heidelberg called Schlierbach, which was around the hill from the castle which hovered on the side of the hill over the city. You could walk along the hill and approach the castle and grounds from behind. When it isn't tourist season, this castle was 'ours' (and all the other Heidelbergers) and we would walk to it almost daily and wander around the grounds.
- Fox and Franz Josef glaciers, New Zealand. I'm sure I would name other glaciers too if I had been to them, but these are the only two I have seen in person. I love the different colors of the ice, but the blues are my favorite part. It's incredible to imagine that these slow-moving giants have been around for so long and are continually changing.
- Bay of Fundy, Nova Scotia, Canada. The water simply disappears for miles and miles when the tide is out. Nature is incredibly cool. Seriously.
- Beaches on the Atlantic ocean. I have been to the beach in Nova Scotia, and I have been to the beach in Florida and while one was warm and the other one much colder, they both have the waves coming in over and over again. I realize a lot of my top ten places involve water and it's because to me there is something peaceful and renewing about the water. It speaks to me somewhere inside. My sister got marries on the beach and we flew in late Friday and left early Sunday, but I spent almost every moment of Saturday on or near the beach and could hear the water the entire time and when we got home I felt so reinvigorated.
So there you have it, ten amazing places in the world. There are so many more that I have been to - all of New Zealand is incredible, from the caves, to the dormant and not-dormant volcanos, the mud pits, the glaciers and mountains, the beaches, the hundreds of years old trees... and that's just one country!
And I didn't even name the place that inspired this list in the first place! The Great Ocean Road, Australia, with its Twelve Apostles and other rock formations, and all that beach.
Have a wonderful Tuesday.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Monday, February 3, 2020
Movie Monday
This past week I watched Terminator: Dark Fate
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I have to preface this by saying that I am a huge Terminator fan. I have loved even the bad movies in this series and I even watched the TV show and was disappointed when it was cancelled.
I am also a huge fan of time travel and the paradox that changing things brings up - it's an endless loop of but if you come back to fix x, then it would have never happened, which means you never came back, which means it happened, so you came back to fix it but once you did, etc. I just love love love that paradox. The fact that it's totally problematic is so delicious.
So for this movie, they rebooted it kind of - they had the Arnie Terminator kill John Connor when he was young, so that when we fast foward to the present, it's an entirely new person who is important and needs protecting. And I liked that. I liked that they breathed some fresh air into it.
I also liked the fact that Linda Hamilton was back reprising her role of Sarah Connor. And how great is it that the protector who comes back is actually an enhanced human, and she's female. So there were three strong female leads.
I loved that Arnie was back, that his Terminator had learned to care for someone and that Sarah Connor did not forgive him, but worked grudgingly with him to advance the right side.
Lots of action, a really neat new bad guy Terminator that could split up between his skeleton and the parts of him that could morph into anything. Very cool.
I enjoyed this one!
Sean
smut fixes everything
Some
space
to
avoid
spoiling
anyone
I have to preface this by saying that I am a huge Terminator fan. I have loved even the bad movies in this series and I even watched the TV show and was disappointed when it was cancelled.
I am also a huge fan of time travel and the paradox that changing things brings up - it's an endless loop of but if you come back to fix x, then it would have never happened, which means you never came back, which means it happened, so you came back to fix it but once you did, etc. I just love love love that paradox. The fact that it's totally problematic is so delicious.
So for this movie, they rebooted it kind of - they had the Arnie Terminator kill John Connor when he was young, so that when we fast foward to the present, it's an entirely new person who is important and needs protecting. And I liked that. I liked that they breathed some fresh air into it.
I also liked the fact that Linda Hamilton was back reprising her role of Sarah Connor. And how great is it that the protector who comes back is actually an enhanced human, and she's female. So there were three strong female leads.
I loved that Arnie was back, that his Terminator had learned to care for someone and that Sarah Connor did not forgive him, but worked grudgingly with him to advance the right side.
Lots of action, a really neat new bad guy Terminator that could split up between his skeleton and the parts of him that could morph into anything. Very cool.
I enjoyed this one!
Sean
smut fixes everything
Saturday, February 1, 2020
Smutterday - Totally Covered
As promised, here's a wee smutty excerpt from Totally Covered for your Saturday enjoyment :)
Mal has been Burke and Darby’s sub for a lot of years. As an undercover cop, he needs the release his once a quarter visits give him. Burke and Darby get a lot of out of the visits, too. Both Doms, it’s important for them to share a sub now and then to keep them on an even keel.
All that changes, though, when Mal is shot on the job and needs to stay with Burke and Darby during his recovery. Can his Doms bring Mal out of the funk his last undercover stint has left him in? Or will the three of them finally go their separate ways?
Find out in this second edition of Totally Covered.
Available at Amazon/KU.
Smutty Excerpt:
Sean
smut fixes everything
All that changes, though, when Mal is shot on the job and needs to stay with Burke and Darby during his recovery. Can his Doms bring Mal out of the funk his last undercover stint has left him in? Or will the three of them finally go their separate ways?
Find out in this second edition of Totally Covered.
Available at Amazon/KU.
Smutty Excerpt:
Dar tugged Mal to him, mouth dropping onto Mal’s as he took the
kiss he’d been wanting for weeks.
Oh, God. His boy. Their boy. Moaning, he tugged Mal in close,
his hands holding onto that perfect little ass.
So patient. They’d been so fucking patient. He couldn’t wait
anymore, he couldn’t stop kissing and holding and rubbing against his boy. He
wanted to touch, to taste every inch, to eat Mal alive.
Key stepped up behind Mal, moving Dar’s hands away, so the
little swim trunks could be pulled down. He grabbed that skin as soon as it was
bare, though, squeezing hard. Key pressed up against Mal, pushing the lean body
into him. He reached up, fingers tangling in the long, wet hair.
Key bent and began to suck at Mal’s neck. Mal’s response pushed
into his lips, those beautiful green eyes wide. That’s what they needed, Mal’s
full attention.
Dar pushed his knee between Mal’s legs, spreading them, pushing
at the sweet balls. Key began to rock, pushing Mal into Dar again and again. Mal’s
cock started to fill, and Dar wanted to crow.
He bit at Mal’s lower lip, at his tongue. Not hard, just enough
for Mal to feel it. He felt Mal’s hips roll, buck against him. He wanted to
howl in triumph. His needy boy.
Key’s hands started moving Mal, rocking the three of them
together.
Dar broke the kiss, looking into Mal’s eyes. “You. Once. And
then the ring goes on.”
Key popped Mal’s ass hard, once. “What do you say, boy?”
Mal swallowed audibly. “Yes, Sir.”
Sean
smut fixes everything
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