My God It's Monday

Forget Monday - My God it's February!

I see that 2016 is going to fly by just as quickly as 2015 did, perhaps even faster.

I'm getting my stuff together for the Coastal Magic Con - it'll be my first convention and I'm looking forward to meeting people.  Of course, we've had a pretty mild winter so far, but they're calling for a winter storm with mixed precipitation ending in icing on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and I fly out Wednesday afternoon... I've got my fingers crossed the weather doesn't affect my flight.

I know I haven't been posting all that much, but I've been super busy between deadlines and trying to get all the books back up. I shall try to be more consistent going forward. Or at least after the Coastal Magic Con!

Speaking of Coastal Magic, I shall be taking part in the Cinema Craptastique on Thursday night. We'll be watching something called Abduction and live tweeting so people at home can play along. I have to admit that I've never even heard of the movie!

The next installment in the Beer & Clay series -- Fermenting -- is now available for pre-order at Pride Publishing

Christian needs what Peter has to give him, but will he let himself have it?

With Toby’s stalker behind bars, Damon and Toby can relax and enjoy their relationship, sinking into basking and reveling in each other.

Things are just heating up for Peter and Christian, though. A former soldier, Christian still hasn’t found his subspace and he’s worried it either doesn’t exist or he’s simply doing it wrong. Peter has as much patience as he needs, though, and he slowly pushes Christian to the edges of his limits, doing everything he can to help Christian grow and flourish.

Christian’s training and the café they’re opening create good excuses for Christian to keep from submitting, even though, deep down, it’s what he really wants. Peter’s perseverance will have to work overtime to overcome them.

Will Christian ever give in to the things he knows he needs? Only time will tell.

Available for pre-order here.

Okay, I've still got a couple deadlines to hit, so back to it for me.  

Meanwhile, if you didn't catch Bite the first time around, this werewolf novel is being reprinted by Resplendence and will be out on Wednesday! Cover, blurb and buys links will be here as soon as I have the links on Wednesday :)

Have a good Monday all!

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come... and play

Smutty Advent - Day 14

Day 14

Damon surfed the net endlessly, looking for Christmas plugs -- he had a half dozen coming in -- and something special for Toby for Christmas. He was having more trouble with the something special than he was with the plugs.

The thing was, Toby was making him something, spending hours and hours in his studio and refusing to tell Damon anything about what he was working on, aside from “It’s special.”

So he needed to find something equally as special. Hence the hours and hours scouring the ‘net.

Did he want tools? Designer clothes? A ring? Oh, a ring. For Toby’s finger. With a proposal to go along with it? The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

His boy, his husband, his lover. Yes. That sounded right.

Of course if he was buying a ring, he wanted to have it custom made. He closed his computer. He’d have to go to the jeweler down the street and see what they could do for him. Damon grabbed his mittens and coat. If he hurried, he’d get there and the ring would be in by Christmas eve.

Sending Toby a quick text for his boy to pick up when he finally came up for air, Damon made his way down the block, a skip in his step.

Time to surprise his boy with something special.

***

  

Toby grinned as he opened the crate that held his present for his master. The statue was...well, it was obscene and perverse and wonderful. It was his beloved Damon, erect and standing so that someone could wrap around it, mount on the cold, unforgiving cock, be bound for his master’s will.

Well, by someone, he didn’t mean just anyone. He was sure Master Damon would know who was meant to ride the life-size member.

He tied a bright red ribbon around the base of the statue’s cock and grinned. It was going to be the best Christmas yet.

Damon and Toby are from the Beer & Clay series, which you can find here.

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come... and play

Beer & Clay: Brewing now out!

Brewing, the fourth book in the Beer & Clay series is now out for download at Pride Publishing and all the distributors! I'm in the midst of writing the next one and there will be one more after that one.

Beer & Clay: Brewing

As the love between Toby and Damon deepens, the man intent on destroying their happiness increases his efforts.

Toby and Damon are back in Brewing, their relationship deepening more despite the continuing efforts of a stranger to bring them down.

Helping in their efforts are their best friends Peter and Christian. Peter’s new investment in a three-story building on the same block as Damon’s bar offers Toby the opportunity of having a studio close to home. It also gives Peter and Christian a home they’ve made together, which Peter hopes will bring them closer together.

A former soldier, Christian has a hard time letting go and finding his subspace. It’s going to take a lot to break the conditioning he’s learned in the Army. Peter is stubborn, though, and he’s seriously falling for his strong sub.

Will yet another attack bring down two couples this time?

buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Peter smiled at Christian and waved his hands around. “It’s ours.”

“It’s like a dream.”

“It’s not, though. This is real.” He grinned wickedly. “Do you want me to give you a pinch?”

“Bastard.” Christian laughed for him, grabbed him up in a hard hug.

He hugged Christian right back and took a kiss.

“Now we just need to furnish the place.” He’d set aside money so they could do that together, make everything theirs.

“You don’t want to bring your stuff?”

“I’m not married to any of it and I’d rather sell it and start fresh with our stuff.”

“Yeah?” Christian held his hand, eyes exploring the space.

“Yes. This is ours, not mine, and I want to be able to see that everywhere we look.”

“Ours.” Christian searched his face. “You’re sure.”

He met Christian’s gaze head on. “One hundred percent. This wasn’t a whim.”

“No. No, this is…us.”

He nodded slowly. Yes. Christian got it.

“We should have brought a sleeping bag or something so we could baptize the place horizontally.” He had plenty of vertical options, though.

“We have places.” Oh, his boy was on the same wavelength.

“I’m thinking you bent over the window seat.” He pointed to the wide ledge in the living room, looking out over the street. That would give him access to Christian’s ass,  and heavy balls. “Go on. I want to watch your ass as you walk over there.” His cock was warming to the idea, slowly filling.

Christian’s cheeks went pink, but he walked, self-conscious, so formal.

“Put a little wiggle in it, boy. Make your master want.”

“I don’t wiggle.”

Peter had to laugh, he just had to. Christian didn’t have airs, wasn’t in the least bit twinky and fought him on at least half his orders. Peter adored the fuck out of him. Not the least because his boy could take what he needed to give.

He began undoing his belt as he slowly followed Christian to the window seat. “Undo your jeans for me, boy. Only take the lube out of your pocket and leave it on the seat first.” And if Christian didn’t have lube in his pockets, there would be a punishment to dole out. Peter had been clear about Christian being in charge of always making sure they had plenty of slick.

“Yes, Sir.” The lube was wrapped in a plastic baggie and Peter stared a little, then fought his laughter. Only his Christian would make sure that the slick stuff wouldn’t mess up his jeans.

He had his shoes, socks and pants off by the time he was up against Christian’s back. The sweet ass was still covered in denim, Christian following his orders to the letter. He slid his hands around Christian’s waist, pushing his hands in the front of Christian’s jeans and slowly dragging them down. He bared his boy’s ass, spreading the cheeks with his thumbs, making sure Christian knew he was looking.

“I should start making you wear a plug for me. It would totally change the way you move.” He began to tap Christian’s hole with his fingers when his boy didn’t respond. He let one press against the tight little ring of muscles.

Christian didn’t tense, his needy boy having learned the pleasure his hole could bring him.

“Get the jeans off, boy. I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Christian wiggled, pulling  his jeans down and off.

“See?” He stroked Christian’s beautiful buttocks. “You do wiggle.”

“I don’t…” Christian shifted again.

Peter had to chuckle. “You so do.”

He slapped Christian’s ass. “Now, hands on the window seat and spread for me.”

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come and play

Mashing Out at the Distributors!

Mashing, the third Beer & Clay book is now out at the distributors. (And if you haven't started the series yet, you have until July 10 to download the first book of the series, Malting, for free on Amazon. Yes, for FREE!

Beer & Clay: Mashing

Life is good for Toby and Damon—maybe too good. What happens when someone seems intent on destroying their happiness?

Toby and Damon are growing closer every day, with Toby recovering from the shot to his shoulder and Damon trying to keep him from pushing too hard too fast. Things are good between them.

They’re even better in the bedroom, where Toby is learning all sorts of new things and Damon is happily pushing his limits.

They’ve almost forgotten that someone doesn’t seem as happy with their closeness as they are, when Toby walks into his studio to find it trashed and his little apartment ransacked. Are the authorities going to be able to apprehend the culprit before Toby decides the best course of action is to remove himself from the equation?

Distributor buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


smutty excerpt:

Damon hummed and licked his lips. “This should definitely go on the menu during the winter, eh?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s so filling.”

“And tasty. I’ve always had a thing for fresh bread.” Damon’s foot slid along the inside of his.

“It’s great.” Damon was great.

“Uh-huh.” Damon was smiling at him, foot climbing higher along his leg.

“We’re eating,” Toby pointed out, eyes wide as he stared at his lover.

“We’re almost done, aren’t we?” Damon asked.

“Uh-huh.” He grabbed another slice of bread and buttered it.

Damon’s foot just kept moving up higher.

“You want some jam?” Toby was grateful his voice hadn’t wobbled.

“No.” Damon grinned, foot on at the inside of his thighs now, rubbing.

“No?” He ate his bread, muscles jerking, barely holding onto the conversation.

“No.” Damon’s gaze held his, even as that foot pressed closer to his cock.

“Damon…”

“Yes, baby?”

“We’re being naughty at the dinner table,” Toby pointed out. He was pretty sure Damon already knew that.

Damon didn’t even try to deny it. “Mmm. We are indeed. Or at least I am.”

“Eat your stew.”

“I’ve had enough.” Damon’s foot curled around his cock.

“Damon!” Toby jumped, his thighs hitting the top of the table.

“Easy, baby.” Damon did not stop, foot beneath the towel, touching him.

“You’re…” He started giggling.

One of Damon’s eyebrows rose. “That’s not exactly the reaction I’m going for here.”

“You loved on my cock with your foot!” It sounded crazy, when he said it out loud like that.

“Yes—loved on! Not tickled.”

“Still…” God, he was stupidly in love.

“No still about it.” Damon’s foot rubbed his cock again.

“This is perverse.” Toby reached down and pinched Damon’s toes.

“Ow!” Damon curled his foot around Toby’s cock. “I love that word. I love giving you reason to use it, too.”

“Perverse man.” He grabbed Damon’s foot and started tickling.

“Toby!” Damon pulled his foot away, laughing.

Toby gave Damon his best innocent look.

“Put your hands on the table,” Damon told him.

“Hmm?” He lifted his hands and set them on the table, palms down.

“Now leave them there,” Damon ordered, and proceeded to press his foot against Toby’s cock again.

“But…” Toby shook his head, scooted back.

“You aren’t enjoying it?”

“I don’t know. I’m…feeling it.” Toby felt so many things now that he was with Damon. New and strange and usually wonderful.

“Come back to the table then. I think you need to feel it some more.”

“You do the most wicked things.” Toby tried not to worry about how much he liked wicked.

“This is only a little wicked.”

Damon’s words had him fighting his smile. “Feels like, maybe, medium wicked.”

“Does it?” Damon’s foot returned to his crotch.

“Uh-huh.” Toby reached down for Damon’s foot again.

“No, baby. No touching.”

“But…” His hands fluttered, like they couldn’t decide what to do.

“Put those on the table and let me be wicked.” Damon curled his toes, rubbing Toby’s cock.

His hips rolled up, pushing his cock into Damon’s touch. He couldn’t have stopped the motion if he’d tried. He didn’t try.

Sean

smut fixes everything