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Sunday, July 26, 2020

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.

Buy links:
coming to Turtlehat Creatives on Tuesday


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

smut fixes everything


Thursday, July 9, 2020

Throwback Thursday

Written in 2012, this one hasn't actually been available for a few years. I've brought it back just in time for an "olympic" season. 


Digging for Gold

Olympic beach volleyball hopeful Kenn Majors just took out his shoulder during a surfing charity event and now the whole world's on his back, from his teammate to his father, to get back into shape in time for the Worlds, and then the Olympics. His new trainer, Dusty, is just one more change that's happened since he injured himself, and Kenn's not sure if he's coming or going. What's more, Dusty's a hot guy who's also gay. 

Will Kenn be able to keep his attraction under control and manage to get his shoulder back to where it needs to be in time to win at the Worlds? Or does the whole situation have disaster written all over it?



Excerpt

PROLOGUE

“What are you gonna fucking do, dude?” Dave’s voice cut across the room where Kenn sat, head down, arm still propped up in a brace.

“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to.” Kenn hadn’t meant to in a deep, truly sorry sort of way.

“No shit you didn’t mean to, you stupid fuck, but you did. What were you thinkin’, man? Surfing? For fucking charity? We’re a team!”

“I didn’t think I’d wipe out.” And shit, Steph’d already come and chewed his ass like no other coach on earth. Steph. Mom. Dad. Julie. Jennifer. Pete, his dorm-mate. “I don’t need this shit from you, asshole.”

“I know, but…” Dave plopped down beside him. “Shit, you’re my partner, dude. You got my back. The World Cup Finals are in seven months. They’re saying you’re in that fucking brace another month.”

Kenn nodded. He was. Then six weeks without weight bearing. “I can do it. I won’t let you down.”

“Mercy’s pregnant.” Dave’s head dropped into his hands. “We’re going to get married.”

“Fuck. Damn.”

Scared brown eyes looked at him, and suddenly Dave seemed younger than him, even. “I know, right? That and then this… We gotta make it to the Olympics, dude.”

“We will.” They’d been on the competitive circuit together since the day he turned eighteen. Four years and two national championships.

“I still can’t believe you fucked up your goddamned arm.”

“Me either.” It was all just supposed to be fun—goof off, eat, ride a few waves. When the board had flipped and come down on his head and shoulder, the whole damn world had gone black for days. Three whole days.

Shit, he’d missed fucking Christmas day.

Dave ran his hands through his hair, sighed hard. “What’re you going to do?”

“Get a trainer. Get better quick. Hope my dad doesn’t kill me?” He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be graduating in May.

“A trainer.” Dave nodded, looking more hopeful. “You’re going to work your ass off, right?”

“No, fuckhead. I’m going to be the King of Slack. I’m going to fuck off royally and bring you down. Shitass.” Like he’d ever fucked off. Ever. He was a fucking Bio major with a 4.0, a world-class volleyball player, a competitive surfer, and he frigging volunteered with PETA, for Christ’s sake.

“Fuck you, asshole. It’s not just me anymore, is it?”

“No. No, but it’s never just one of us.”

Dave sighed, nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just…worried, yeah?”

“I’ll be back at drills in six weeks. Back at practices right after that.” A break was good, right?

“You better be, dude. I need you at my back.”

“Shit, man. That’s what I do.”

Dave was his fucking partner, his goddamn best friend, and the best setter in the world, so long as Kenn was there to dig for him.

“So this is it then? See you in six weeks?”

“Well, you could come have a beer with me sometime. I’m not dead.”

Dave laughed. “As long as you don’t get drunk and clip the other one, yeah?”

He lifted his right arm and flipped Dave off. “Fuck you, buddy.”

“Yeah, and you, too.”

They laughed together and, for a minute, Kenn could believe he wasn’t screwed.


CHAPTER 1

Dusty parked his car at the beach and headed out toward the waves. He loved the beach in the early morning. The sand underfoot, the sound of the waves. The only people around were the hard-core surfers and a few runners. It was great. He walked down by the waves for ten minutes or so, before he started looking for his appointment.

Stephanie Connor had called him a week ago, frantic about one of her athletes—Kenn Majors. Everybody in the scene had heard what had happened to him over Christmas, but Dusty, just like everyone else, assumed the man was out for the year. Apparently Kenn and Stephanie thought that was a bad idea.

Dusty saw the man in the sling, jogging at the edge of the surf, solid and stacked. Working hard despite the injury. It was a good sign. As long as the guy didn’t overdo. It’d be a shame for that beautiful body to be injured any longer than necessary.

“You Dustin, man?” Sun-bleached blond hair, huge green eyes—damn, that was a pretty man.

“I am. And you’re Kenn Majors.” He held out his hand.

“You know it. Thanks for meeting me.” The shake was strong, sure.

“It’s my pleasure. I’ve seen you play—you’re great.” They started walking together along the beach. “Frankly, I was surprised when Steph called me with the news that you wanted to be back in shape by Worlds. You ready for the work that’s going to take?”

“I don’t have any classes this semester. I don’t have anything else to do. Moved out of the dorms and everything.”

“Girlfriend?” They could be huge distractions, and if Kenn was going to make it to the Worlds, there could be no distractions.

“That’s between me and my coach.”

“Sorry, Kenn, but if I’m going to be your trainer, I need to know what else is going on in your life.” Food, social life, sleep—how long and when—as well as exercise and training routine; he was going to be in all of Kenn’s business, and if the man couldn’t take it, then it wasn’t the right partnership.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” There was a story there, he’d bet.

“If we work together, I’ll be setting your schedule, your diet, your regimen.”

“Whatever I have to do. I have to play.”


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Cloverleaf Dinner Roll Recipes

I was asked for the recipe for my cloverleaf dinner rolls, so I'm putting it here.

I got my recipe from 300 Best Canadian Bread Machine Recipes by Dinna Washburn & Heather Butt and I highly reccommend this book if you have a bread machine. Tons of recipes, both savory and sweet, simple and complicated and every time I've wanted to bake some sort of bread or roll, they've had a recipe for me. I have a bunch that I make on a regular basis - rolls, hamberger buns, challah, sourdough, white bread, french sticks, just to name a few.



Cloverleaf Dinner Rolls

Put into your bread machine:
1 1/3 cups milk (room temperature)
1 1/4 teaspoon salt
2 Tablespoons granulated sugar
2 Tablespoons butter (room temperature)
3 1/4 cups bread flour (white)
1 1/4 teaspoon bread machine yeast

(You can use all purpose flour and instant yeast, I just find if I use the bread machine versions of both I have better success with my dough)

Select the dough cycle and let it run.

Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and rest for about 10 minutes.

Divide the dough into 12 portions, devide each portion into 3 balls. Place 3 balls into each cup of a lightly greased muffin tin. Don't worry too much about size - I always have some that are bigger and some that are smaller - I try to mix the balls up so that if I have a really big one, I'll also put in a smaller one so they all wind up with about the same amount of dough in them. Cover and let rise in a warm, draft-free place for 30-45 minutes. What I usually do is let them rise for about 30 minutes, and then turn on my oven and throw them in once it's come up to temperature, but your experience may vary depending on the warmth of your kitchen and your elevation.

Bake in a pre-headted 375 degree oven for 15-20 minutes - I always check after 15 so I don't burn.

They are ready when they are brown on top and sound hollow when you take one out and tap it on the bottom.

As soon as they come out of the oven, brush with melted butter. 

They taste best the same day - I'll make them to come out of the oven about 1-2 hours before supper to include them with supper. But they last a few days in an airtight container. 

Sean
smut fixes everything

Top Ten Tuesday

It''s no secret I don't like the heat. At least at the moment the humidity isn't as nearly as bad as it can be some summers, so it's that little bit better. Anyway, I thought it would be the perfect time to do a top ten list about what I love about winter!

Top Ten Things I Love About Winter

  1. Snow! I love snow in all it's forms, but especially the great big slow flakes that leave the world hushed.
  2. Getting to wear hoodies! I really enjoy wearing sweaters and hoodies and just can't the rest of the year 'cause they make me too hot.
  3. Christmas! I do love the holiday season. Decorating and giving gifts and making cookies for people makes me happy.
  4. My birthday! I'm a winter baby.
  5. Cold weather! Give me a cold day over a hot day anytime.
  6. Blue skies! On the coldest of days there is very little humidity in the air and the sky is this incredibly blue blue that it doesn't get any other time of year.
  7. Less daylight! Yeah, yeah, I know this makes me a weirdo, but I like the shorter days. I am not a fan of sunshine and much prefer shorter days (sure by about March I'm ready for longer ones again, but as soon as the heat hits I'm looking forward to winter again.)
  8. No bugs! I have never seen a mosquito here in the middle of winter.
  9. White Hot Chocolate! I can have it during the summer if I want to, but there's nothing like a white hot chocolate on a cold winter's day. It warms you from the inside out.
  10. Snowstorms! The world becoming blanketed and quiet and everyone staying inside and watching. 
I don't know why I used exclamation marks for all of those...

Anyway - can you tell that I love winter?

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, July 6, 2020

Movie Monday

Wow, I missed all of June! Welcome to me and heat - I hide even online *grins*

So movies - BFG and Artemis Fowl both watched on Disney in the same weekend. I loved one, the other I couldn't stay awake while watching...


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So Artemis Fowl was the one I was disapointed in. There were some neat features, but it could have been so much better than it was. I think it didn't help that the main character just wasn't that likeable. Of course, I'm also not the intended audience, so possibly the younger crowd would have appreciated him more, I don't know and I don't have young ones anymore to give me their opinion. Having said that, I've enjoyed many an animated or aimed at the younger crowd movie so...

I hadn't seen BFG before and figured I'd give it a try because I remember thinking it looked neat back when it was originally out and had previews up for it. I really enjoyed this movie (I wasn't sure that I would, as I don't always enjoy animated stuff.) This one was charming, though. The two main characters were great and I loved the overall feel of the movie as well as the story. 

If you can only pick one of the two to watch - definitely go for BFG!


Happy monday!
Sean
smut fixes everything