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Monday, January 14, 2019

Movie Monday

Monday again! I actually went to see Aquaman last weekend, not the one just passed, but it was a busy week last week and I didn't get a chance to movie monday it.

There will likely be spoilers so skip this if you don't want to see them.



I loved the movie. I'm a fan of Jason Momoa to begin with, so I went into this movie knowing I'd be happy just to watch him (and yes, I'll admit, drool a little). But I actually enjoyed the movie itself as well!

First of all, it was stunning visually (and not just because of the beautiful man playing Aquaman). The underwater scenes were especially amazing - especially with all the different plant life and sunken buildings and stuff that they used. Gorgeous.

I enjoyed the story, I thought it was decently paced (many origin stories are just soooo sllloooowww, but this one was not - I think they're getting better at origin stories for comic book based movies.) I could have lived with a different actor in Willem Defoe's role - I like him well enough in most movies, just not in this one. He looked like a skeleton covered in skin, actually and it was distracting in any of the scenes he was in.

Also kind of distracting was the airbrushing of Nicole Kidman's face. I know they were going for this etherial look for her, but there is nothing wrong with a woman with wrinkles! It's beautiful in my opinion, much more so than airbrushed perfection or plastic surgery (even really good plastic surgery looks fake).

I liked that Arthur didn't want to be King. That he knew he wasn't worthy, but he had to try because he didn't want the two worlds he was from to be at war. Which of course made him perfect for the position. And yeah, it's cheesy and obvious, but it's perfect as an origin story and it fit well with his character which from the start wasn't interested in accolades. 

So this is my favorite DC movie (which for me is damning with faint praise because I think most of them are not that great.) I liked Wonder Woman a lot and think it's head and shoulders above any of the other DC movies. Aquaman was even better and is one of my favorite comic book movies now. 

So if you like comic book movies and/or if you like Jason Momoa - this is a movie for you.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Book Day Wednesday

There's a new Mannies book coming out on January 22 and you can pre-order it now!

Family Portrait

Ashton Grumfeld is a photojournalist who has spent a lot of years embedded with the troops in Afghanistan, only coming home to visit his sister Amy and her family for a few days at Christmas every year. When Amy and her husband are killed in a freak car accident, the guardianship of their four children falls to him.

Darren Swanson has been nanny to the Gumfeld’s children since just before nine year old Diana, the eldest, was born. When their parents die, he’s left on his own with four kids until their uncle can make it out of Afghanistan and get home. It takes two weeks before that happens, two weeks of having to deal with newly orphaned children all the while wondering what’s going to happen when Ashton finally arrives on the scene.

Will Ashton and Darren be able to make a new family as they figure out how they fit together in the children’s lives, and each other’s? Find out in Family Portrait.

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You can pre-order it at Amazon.

Excerpt:

Darren put plates of grilled cheese sandwiches cut into stars and hearts down in front of Diana, Drew and Derek, then double checked on baby Dillon. His little bit extra was still fast asleep in the daycrib. Poor little thing just didn’t understand why everyone was upset, but he sure picked up on everyone’s emotions and had been miserable for days.

He wasn’t the only one, of course. Darren was just trying to hold it together for his other three charges, trying to make everything as normal as possible. If there was such a thing when your parents died when a party boat caught fire and went down, all souls lost. The twins were still asking when Mommy and Daddy were coming home and his Lady Di was clinging to him twenty four seven.

Annalisa, the housekeeper, caught him before he went back into the kitchen. “I’m done, Mr. Darren. I cleaned the big guest room for Mr. Uncle.”

“Thanks, Annalisa. Did the lawyer talk to you?” She needed to be paid.

“He did. He asked me to keep coming in until their uncle decides what to do with the house.”

“Okay, good. Thank you.” He ran his hands through his hair. God, he was tired. Exhausted. “Thank you.”

She gave him a hug and he hugged her right back. She’d been working for the Grumfeld’s almost as long as he had. They’d had a tea break together every Tuesday and Friday for the last eight years.

“Mr. Uncle is a good man. A very good man.” Annalisa had had the opportunity to meet the man, at least. “He’ll keep us on.”

“I hope so.” Not because all he cared about was having a job, but those babies didn’t know Amy’s brother nearly at all, and with their parents gone, he was the only parental figure they knew.

“You’ll be okay, Mr. Darren. And so will those bambinos because they have you.”

“And you. Who else is going to sneak them cookies?”

She laughed softly and patted his back before going to gather her purse and her coat.

She kissed each of the three older kids, one after another. “I love you all. Be good.”

“See you on Tuesday, Annalisa.” He hoped.

“You will.” She gave him a firm nod and headed out.

Diana came to him, grabbed his hand. “Dee? Please don’t go.”

He went down onto one knee and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetpea.”
He prayed Amy’s brother wouldn’t make a liar out of him.

“Promise to God. I don’t want to live in a dirty tent in the desert.”

He blinked a few times, trying to parse that one out. “I promise I won’t let you live in a dirty tent in the desert. Why do you think that would happen?”

“That’s where he lives.”

“He? Oh. You mean your Uncle Ashton?” Amy’s brother was a photojournalist and spent a lot of time in the middle east.

“Uh-huh. Him.” The way she said it sounded so grim, which was ridiculous. Amy and Simon had always spoken highly of her baby brother, who had a Pulitzer and an apparently stunning talent.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Top Ten Tuesday

How about a New Year's themed Top Ten? Do you make resolutions? I have in the past, though I always wind up feeling like a failure when I can't keep them, so I've started to use the new year as a time to try to make new habits more than resolutions. But I figured I'd share my top ten resolutions that I made most often and didn't keep...

Top Ten New Year's Resolutions I Never Keep

10. Give up coca-cola - I did finally give it up (for health reasons) but it took a lot of tries, and it had nothing to do with new years when I finally did!
9. keep the house clean
8. eat better
7. lose weight
6. give up chips and candy
5. keep my calender and todo lists updated
4. save x amout of money every week
3. exercise regularly
2. be organized
1. write a blog post every day


Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Guest Author Interview - Julia Talbot

I've got Julia Talbot here, answering a baker's dozen questions and sharing info about her latest release!

1. What sparked the idea for Found Vampire?  

It's the sequel to Chosen Wolf, and I liked the idea of turning the first book on its ear. The wolf finds the vamp.

2. What's your favorite munchy while writing? 

Doritos

3. Black and white or all the colors of the rainbow? 

Rainbow, natch

4. Sunrise or sunset? 

Sunset. Not a morning person

5. Christmas or Halloween? 

Both! I don't have to choose!

6. What was the hardest thing about writing Found Vampire? 

making sure I didn't "Joss" myself on the first book

7. What's your favorite timewaster? 

Etsy

8. How many werewolves does it take to screw in a lightbulb?  

One. They're capable guys

9. How many vampires does it take to screw in a lightbulb? 

None. Like they'd do it.

10. What are you wishing for in 2019? 

A little normal. 2018 was tough.

11. Who's more fun to write - a vampire or a werewolf? 

I love both

12. Lions, tigers or bears?  

Bears! I mean I've done all of them, but I love bears

13.  What's your favorite cookie?  

Chocolate Chip


Please share a small smutty excerpt of Found Vampire.

“He bit me.”

Brantley turned to look at Mal, raising a brow at him. “Yeah? You want another round of bacon?”

Mal scowled. “Did you hear me?”

“Uh-huh. There’s milk, too.”

“Brantley, a vampire bit me, and I let him.”

The big asshole grabbed a pound of bacon and dumped it in a pan. “The corn-holing comes next, you know.”

Mal’s jaw dropped open. “What?”

“Butt-fucking,” Brant deadpanned. “Ass-banditry.”

“I’m going to kill you. You know that, right?”

“Fudge-packing? Hole-humping? Hiding the salami? Punching the starfish? Buggery?”

“Stop it!” Mal flapped his hands. “Ew! Jesus, Brantley. What do I do?” He’d wanted to play around with guys, but really, what chance had he ever had to do more than hand and maybe mouth stuff?

“Enjoy the ride.” When he squawked, Brantley waved a spatula at him. “What? You’re bonded. Paul says so. If you try to leave him, your wolf will bring you right back.”

“I have a life!”

“And I didn’t?” Brantley bared his teeth a little. “What do you want from me, man? It was hard as hell, but so worth it. So fucking worth it.”

“I don’t—” Panic set in a bit, his chest tight. It was one thing to fuck around, another to be bonded like Brant and unable to leave. “I’m not. Shit.”

“Sit. So don’t. I mean, maybe, it’s different for you two. How the fuck would I know?”

“Different. Tell me how it is for you?” He sat. He’d teased Brantley a lot but had never really listened about bonds and shit. Not really.

“It’s like…” Brantley frowned, chewed his lip. “At first, it was like being in a dream all the time, like I couldn’t focus. Now, it’s more like being so focused that everything is bigger.”

Wow. That sounded all esoteric and not at all helpful. “Can you be more specific?”

“What do you want to know?”

“How do you? I mean, you were all about playing the field.” Was that enough to go on?

“I was, but I need him.” Brantley’s cheeks were on fire, but he didn’t look ashamed. “I want it. He doesn’t have to force me.”

“Does it… When he bites you?” Mal cleared his throat. Fuck, he was an adult, and god knew, he’d done his share of play-by-play with the guys about women. “Does it make you come?”

“Fuck, yes. Over and over. I… Okay, this is just between you, me and the bedpost, but…I let him bite me down there.”

Mal’s eyes went wide, and he stared. “No shit?”

“Uh-huh. It’s… I’ve got no words.”

When he looked down, Mal realized he’d instinctively covered his crotch with his hands. “Ow.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what to tell you.”

Paul leaned against the doorframe. “Tell him about what, dabi?”

“Nothing,” Brant said easily. “Wolf bullshit.”

“Mmm. So you say. Good day, Mal.”

“Hey.” Mal always felt odd around the manu.

He had the sneaking suspicion Paul was doing something he couldn’t see or hear too, because Brantley’s cheeks were purple.





Found Vampire


Found Vampire is the sequel to Chosen Wolf. Brant's best friend Mal is on his way home from Paul and Brant's cabin, having snowmobiled up to see his friend. On the return trip, hears someone calling him, which is impossible over the motor noise. Impossible, but he finds the man calling to him, a nearly frozen vampire Mal can hear talking in his head.

Henri is an Acadian vampire who hears voices in his head. He knows he's crazy, but has no idea that bonding with a Guardian werewolf will help him, even as he forms a connection with Mal.

Both of them have reasons to fight the bond in the short term, but when it comes down to it, only Mal's discipline will save Henri from the voices, and from himself.


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Thanks to Julia for being here!

Sean
smut fixes everything



Smutty Advent - Day 19

Wow, December 19 already - this month is just determined to march along as quickly as the rest of the year has!

Today's contest is for an ebook copy of Window Dressing. As always, leave a comment on this post for a chance to be entered to win.

Window Dressing is set in Ottawa, and the outside of the house is based off one I often pass when headed downtown and I've always loved it and wondered what the inside looked like - with this book, I have roomed and furnished it from my imagination - it's how I would like the insides of it to look.


Window Dressing

Will Finn and Jared recapture what they lost in time for Christmas?

Finnegan Gables moved away six years ago, leaving behind his friends, the city he grew up in, and his lover, Jared McNaughtly. They weren’t ready for a commitment then, but now Finn’s back and hoping to rekindle their Dom and sub relationship…if he can find Jared, that is.

Jared’s not had an easy time of it since Finn left. His one attempt at staying in the lifestyle resulted in a stalker, forcing him to change all his contact information and move to a new apartment. He’s disillusioned enough to have left the lifestyle altogether.

A chance crossing of their paths bring them together the week before Christmas. Can they move past their separation and everything that’s happened in the last six years to find a Merry Christmas together?

Originally released with another publisher.

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Excerpt:

Moaning, Finn deepened the kiss, pushing into his mouth and tasting him thoroughly. The big body pressed against him, Finn hotter than the fire. Jared moaned, too, rediscovering the places they’d fit, once upon a time.

One of Finn’s hands slid down his spine, fingers slow and lingering. Jared shivered, scooted closer as he tried to get more contact. Finn slid his hand down farther, grabbing Jared’s ass and pulling him in tighter, giving him what he wanted—what he needed. A low moan pushed into his mouth, and he could feel the heat of Finn’s eager package against him. He was not alone in his need.

“Tell me this isn’t a bad idea,” Jared begged.

“This is the best idea we could have, boy. We still make fireworks together.”

“Fireworks at Christmas?”

Finn smiled, nodded. “Exactly.”

Finn lifted him, and he wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist. Laughing, Finn carried him easily to the huge chair in front of the fire. Jared knew suddenly that this was where Finn sat a lot, to relax, in his private time. He could picture the man there, in front of the fire.

Finn nipped at his bottom lip, the sharp sting getting his full attention.

“I’m with you!” The words came back so easily.

Finn laughed and kissed him hard. “Good, because for what I’ve got planned, you need to be.”

The wicked words made his belly clench, made him cry out with arousal.

Finn began to undress him, fingers pulling the buttons open on his shirt. The low groan Finn let out as his skin was exposed was gratifying. His head fell back, lips parting on a gasp. Taking advantage, Finn pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, lips warm. The tongue that followed the same path was blazing hot. The touch made him arch, made him cry out, the sound surprising him

“God, you’re starving,” Finn murmured against his skin.

“Been a long time.” Too long. He could admit he was starving for sex.

“Drought’s over, baby.” There was a promise in those words.

“Baby.” No one had called him baby or boy in years.

“I’m trying not to be presumptuous, Jared, but it’s like you waited for me.” Finn peppered his words with hot, sucking kisses across Jared’s neck.

“I just... no one did it for me.” Shut up, Jared.

“Except for me.” Finn gave him a shit-eating grin and then kissed him on the lips, hard enough his lips mashed against his teeth.

He groaned deep in his chest, legs squeezing Finn tight. Finn’s hands grabbed his ass, fingers digging in.

“We should sit down before we fall down,” Jared suggested.

Finn sat down heavily in the chair. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“You.” He wanted Finn.

“Yeah, you got me.” Finn kissed him again, bending him backward as the kiss deepened.

His prick pressed against Finn, his belly tight. Finn tugged him closer, rolling their bodies together. Even through the multiple layers, he could feel the heat of their bodies rubbing. His balls drew up, his body aching like he was a teenager. Finn went back to undressing him, undoing the rest of his buttons and tugging his shirt out of his jeans.

“Couldn’t believe it was you.” Finn’s words burned against his skin. “Right there, like you were waiting for me to walk by and find you.”

“I wasn’t even watching outside,” Jared admitted.

“No?” Finn licked around his navel, fingers teasing the waistband of his jeans, slipping beneath it but not undoing the top button yet.

He sucked in, knowing his muscles rippled. He worked hard for this body. He swore he could feel Finn’s groan along the skin of his belly. 

“You always were the sexiest man I’ve ever known.”

Jared hoped so. “Good.”

He felt Finn’s smile. Then Finn unbent to kiss him, fingers working open his jeans’ button now and tugging at the zipper. His cock—pierced at the tip with a heavy ring, his only body mod—pushed out, eager to reintroduce itself to Finn.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 18

It's here! The new holiday Hammer story is now available at Amazon and Kobo!

So I was planning my cookie baking a while ago and the Hammer dudes looked over my shoulder and said, hey, what if we did a cookie exchange among the subs? And I was like, uh... and Jim and Jack were like too late, it's in your brain, you are writing it. So I did. Markus just rolled his eyes and spanked Jim.

Cookie Exchange
A Hammer Holiday Story

It’s the holiday season and the men of the Hammer Club are in the mood to celebrate.

Jack has decided he wants to do a cookie exchange with his fellow subs this year. The only catch is that he and Master Oliver go on vacation right after he sets it up. Jim seems like the perfect person to take over the reins. What could possibly go wrong?

Join Jim and Markus and their friends as they do Christmas the way only they can.

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Smutty Excerpt:

Markus bumped the thermostat to turn it up a touch, then climbed into the bed, and slid the crop along the back of Jim’s legs. Jim’s fingers clenched, digging into that reddened ass.

“I’m going to make your hole just as fiery as your ass and then I’m going to take you.” He rubbed the crop against Jim’s hole.

Jim whimpered, shook his head, but his boy’s cock dripped with eagerness.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ll take care of all your needs.” He hit Jim’s hole with the crop, fairly gently.

The sweet ring of muscles tightened, clenching at the little slaps. He built slowly, moving from super gentle to stronger. He watched as Jim’s hole darkened. Soft cries filled the air, sweet as sugar, and he swatted a little harder. He would stop when Jim couldn’t take another swat, and not a moment sooner.

“Master!” Jim tried to pull away, but was caught by Markus’ will.

 “I’m right here, baby. Right here.” He added a hard swat on Jim’s ass.

“No…” This time Jim did jerk forward.

“Yes. I know what you need, Jim. Trust me.” He gave Jim’s hole some more hits from the crop, watching attentively.

His boy began to tremble, and Markus imagined tears just beginning to dot the red eyelashes as he’d seen so often in the past.

“My amazing boy. You astound me every time. Always taking more than I would have guessed possible.” He placed a gentle kiss on Jim’s hole, signaling the end of the whipping.

“L-love you, Sir.”

“I love you too, Jim. You’re my heart.” He grabbed the lube and spread some on his fingers, then on Jim’s hole. He knew the contrast between the cool lube and Jim’s heated body would be huge.

As soon as the lube hit Jim’s hole, his boy bucked, almost climbing the wall.

Grabbing hold of Jim’s hips, Markus dragged him backward. “No escaping, boy. I will have you.”

“Please. Please. Anything.” His baby was hysterical, desperate.

Markus smacked Jim’s ass to focus his attention, then grabbed hold of his boy’s hips again and pulled Jim back as he thrust forward, slamming into the perfect sheath.

The heat was sudden and fierce, wild and perfect. And his boy was just as crazed, pushing back into his thrusts. He loved when they came together like this, when they worked together for their pleasure.

“Need this. You. So bad.” Jim took him eagerly, letting him ride his boy like a prize pony.

“Same.” He was whole because of Jim.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, December 17, 2018

Smutty Advent - Day 17

Wicked Gift is from a few years ago - and it was so much fun to write. This one is M/M/M. 

If you'd like to win an ebook copy of Wicked Gift, just leave a comment on this post.

Wicked Gift

Alec has the perfect gift for his lover Kono this year -- his best friend Swan.

Kono has a lot of fantasies about being a submissive, while Alec likes to watch and Swan is the best Dom he knows, so a week together fulfilling Kono's fantasies seems like just the ticket.

Of course, he hasn't taken into account that maybe there are stronger feelings at play here between all of them. Will these three men turn out to be exactly what they each need for Christmas this year?

Wicked Gift is a reprint – the publisher has changed.

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Excerpt:

Prologue

"So, are you interested?" Alec looked at his oldest friend, oft-time fuckbuddy, and the best Dom he'd ever met. "I know Kono wants more than I can give him, and you know what I like." He liked to watch. A lot.

Swan gave him a long, considering look. "How intense are we talking here? A little light spanking or some deep submission?"

Alec's cock jerked. "We have a week off together, Swan. I want... I want to see his fantasies come true."

"Am I in charge?"

He looked Swan over, remembering when the buff blond had been a skinny little college kid, both of them experimenting. "Where do you see me fitting in?"

"What you do best -- you're watching." He got another look, this one smoldering. "I'll take you on, too, though."

"You might not be able to handle two at a time."

Swan chuckled. "We're not in college anymore, Alec. If I'm coming in on this, I'm the Dom. Full stop. We won't both be playing that role, and I'll be in charge."

Alec's cock was hard as nails, his heart pounding, but he fought to keep a straight face, a poker face. "Can you commit to a week?"

"I can."

"I want to do this for him." If he wanted to do it for himself, too, that was his own business.

"I do make a hell of a Christmas gift." Swan gave him a wink.

"Ho ho ho." Alec grinned back, going for suave, sophisticated, which, okay, not his strongest suit, but it wasn't an impossible stretch for a software engineer, right?

Swan laughed and held out his hand. "So we're on?"

Alec shook on it. "You'll be at the house Friday night?"

"I will. You want me to wear a ribbon around my prick?" Swan was teasing him. He thought.

He took the man at face value, just to be sure. "Nope. Leather. I'll order pizza."

"No home cooked meal from Kono?"

"I always order pizza on Fridays." He liked being able to give Kono a night off from cooking, and god knew, that wasn't going to be because of his own culinary skills. He was a lucky man to have found someone who loved him who was also a damn good cook.

"All right then. I'm looking forward to some good meals and better service, though. Just to let you know." Swan smiled, the look predatory. Hot.

"You know I don't cook. Kono's food is stunning, which if you'd come over to the house more often, you'd know." So maybe his gift to Kono was a little bit selfish; he missed his best friend. They saw each other every few months, but more often he and Kono would meet Swan at a play or a restaurant or something like that, not at the house.

Swan just looked at him. "I usually stay away from temptation. Especially when it belongs to a good friend."

"Kono is temptation itself, huh?" His lover was a lovely man, dark-skinned, long-haired, trim and fine.

"He is. Of course his lover's not so bad either." Swan's gaze swept up and down his body.

Alec snorted, flexed, playing. "Geek chic."

Swan laughed. "It's the glasses that do it to me, baby."

He flipped Swan off, knowing that Alec wasn't his type, not really. They liked to fuck; they'd done it a lot in college, but the man was a Dom. He liked beautiful, submissive men.

Swan leaned on the bar and pushed Alec's glasses up a bit. "Don't sell yourself short, Alec."

"I don't. You want another beer?"

Swan went with the change of subject. "Yeah, I want another beer, and I want details on what Kono's fantasies are."

Alec waved to the waitress, held up two fingers. Swan gave him a grin, heated anticipation in the bottle-green eyes. 

"Perv." God, Swan was hot.

The man just laughed. "Look who's talking."

"Hey, I just like to watch."

"Exactly." Swan grabbed his beer which had just arrived and clinked glasses with him. "Exactly."

They grinned together, and Alec knew, no question, that Kono was going to have the best Christmas present.

Ever.


Sean
smut fixes everything