Book Day Wednesday

Today I have re-published Beginning to Believe as a self-pub. This was originally in the anthology Bus Stories and Other Tales. It was also briefly available as a stand alone story like it is now.

Tyler’s a fun-loving, surfing mechanic who loves his life and lives every day to the fullest. When he meets potential client Kit, he’s immediately attracted and ready to get to know the man better.

Kit’s a music producer who used to do the singing himself. He was quite the star, actually, until an accident in his tour bus took whipped out nearly his entire band. Kit didn’t come out it unscathed, though. Along with emotional scars, he lost both legs and hasn’t sung a note since.

Tyler’s more concerned with how Kit makes him feel than whether or not the man has artificial limbs, and he pursues Kit eagerly. Can Tyler help Kit to believe in love again?

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Excerpt:

Tyler whistled along to the Eagles on KFOX, hands full of grease as he cleaned out the engine on a '59 Triumph TR6. She hadn't been well treated, but with a whole lot of TLC, she was coming along nicely. Maybe too nicely to sell.

He interrupted his whistling to chuckle. He was going to go broke if he kept keeping the beauties. He had the front and back doors open, a nice breeze coming in off the ocean, keeping the place cool.

As the chorus of the song came on, he sang along with it. "Take it easy... take it easy...."

He made it to the end of the chorus when he heard someone clear his throat. He looked up at a guy in jeans and a t-shirt, eyes shadowed by a ball cap. Dude looked clean-cut as hell, little brown beard and moustache trimmed, no hair peeking from the hat. "Evenin'. Jim at the Kawasaki dealership said I should come here and ask for a Tyler if I had questions about a bike."

"Well, cool, I'll have to thank him for the referral." He got up and grabbed the rag out of his pocket, rubbing off some of the grease. "I'm Tyler. What can I do you for?"

"Kit." He got a nod, the voice surprisingly southern, classy. "Pleased to meet you. I'm hunting a bike that is damned stable, that doesn't fall over easily."

"You looking for a particular brand, or just the stability factor?"

"Just the stability, really." Kit shrugged and gave him a grin. "It's just something I've always wanted -- a motorcycle, that is -- and I figured I'd see what my options are."

He nodded, impressed. Most guys came in and didn't like to admit they needed help and knew nothing about bikes. "Well a low-rider might be your best bet. Stable ride, you don't have to perform a high jump to get on it. Most bikes made these days though are pretty solid -- not like the classics -- as long as you don't try and take corners too fast, you're fine.”

"No high jumping is a good plan." The low laughter was soft, sort of wry. "And how about special modifications? Do you know anyone who does custom work on bikes?"

He grinned. "Well, Kit. You just happen to be talking to someone who can help you with that kind of thing. I can tear 'em down, build 'em back up, add to 'em, subtract from 'em. You want a VCR and TV installed? I'll make you sign a waiver, but I'll do it for you."

That earned him another laugh and the man pushed himself away from the wall, moving toward him with a stiff, unnatural gait. "Sounds like you might be my man, Tyler. Can I see some examples of your work?"

"Oh, I am always ready to show off my beauties. How much time have you got? 'Cause there's the five cent tour and then there's the grand tour, but I have to warn you now -- you get me started and it takes a strong incentive to stop me again."

"I got time." Kit nodded. "I like to know the people I do business with, know what I'm spending my money for."

"That's a good old-fashioned sense of business that's sadly lacking these days." Tyler figured his hands were about as clean as they'd get, so he pocketed the rag and held out his hand. "Tyler Jenkins, motorcyclephile at your service."

A callused, square hand took his, muscles rippling in that arm. "Kit Keyes. Pleased as hell to meet you."

He smiled, enjoying the feeling of the warm skin against his own. "So tell me, Mr. Keyes, where are you from?"

"Originally? Oklahoma, but I'm living a bit north of here these days." From here Tyler could see Kit's eyes, warm and rich, all greens and browns. "And it's Kit. Mr. Keyes is my daddy."

"Cool. You can call me Tyler or Ty or T or hey you with the awesome bikes." He gave Kit a wink and finally dropped his hand, leading the man to the far end of the long garage. Kit kept up well, the sound of tennis shoes sliding on the concrete echoing.

"You've got a bit of a limp there -- I take it that's responsible for the need for a stable bike with special modifications?" He wasn't one to pussyfoot around a man.

"In a way, yes." Kit stopped and he turned to see the jeans' legs lifted, exposing two steel rods disappearing into the sneakers. "I'm pretty damned stable, but I don't want to get caught because I'm stiff."

"How far up do those go?"

"The left one has three inches below the knee. The right has an inch and a half above."

No embarrassment there, no fear. Just cold, dead truth.

"You can ride then. Without any knees, you might have run into problems. Hell of a thing though."

"Yeah. I don't recommend it, as a rule. Have you modified a bike for something like this before?"

"No, I can't say I have. We'll fix you up though." He gave Kit an easy smile. "If you decide to go with me that is. Now let me show you my beauties. Also known as my babies."

He pulled the tarps off a half a dozen bikes, each one restored to dealership shine. Just like new.

"Damn, those are fine!" Kit let him take the man through each one, listening and asking pertinent questions. Just from talking with him, Tyler could tell Kit knew his way around a motor, wasn't a stupid man, and had done some research.

Once he'd finally petered out, he offered Kit coffee. "Any man who can listen to me go on all afternoon about these babies deserves a cup of my best. There's a little patio out back, we could talk about what you'll need done."

"That'd be appreciated, thank you." Kit followed him out, settling carefully into a cast-iron chair with a soft sigh.

Tyler found a couple of mugs and poured his half-day old coffee into them. "Milk, sugar, black?"

"Black with sugar, please. Thank you. How long have you been working on bikes, Tyler?"

"Pretty much since I was fourteen." He made up the coffees and brought them over along with an old bag of Peeps. "I couldn't ride them yet, but I discovered that nothing set my father's blood pressure higher than bringing some raggedy old bike home from the dump and working on her in the garage."

Kit chuckled, turning down the Peeps with a grin. "Now there's a goal I can respect. My daddy's still telling people his boy's a welder in El Paso."

He chuckled, dipping a peep into his coffee to soften it up. "And what's the truth?"

"The truth?" The man grinned. "I'm in the music business. I own a little label, record independent artists, that sort of thing."

"Independent? The big boys haven't driven you out of business? Cool."

"I worked with the big boys for a while. We have a good relationship. Some of my folks go on to get big deals with the big boys." There was a hint of regret somewhere in that voice.

"Yeah? Makes you sad to see them go?" He wasn't one to leave a mystery alone.

"Oh, no. The kids deserve their shot in the spotlight." Kit shook his head, smiled. "Somehow I doubt you'd be interested in hearing the young'uns I record. All country music, barring a touch of folk."

Tyler chuckled. "Oh, I don't mind a bit of country -- 's long as it's not too twangy."

That earned him a nod. "I hear that a lot. The old twangy stuff's dying out. So, you reckon you could make me a bike that I could learn to ride, Tyler?"

He grinned, noting the change of subject. "I reckon I could, Kit."

"I would like that. I take it you need to come up with specs and an estimate and then I'll cut you a check." Kit leaned forward, rubbed his knees, shoulder muscles working.

He nodded. "That sounds about right. I'll do you a couple of estimates -- one with a brand new bike, another with a second hand one, something I can build up myself. The advantage of a brand new one is going to be durability, but your cost will come down a lot if I build it up from scrap. I won't try and tell you that one I build is going to be as durable and steady as a top of the line new one, but I do a fair job, even if I do say so myself."

"I'm less worried about the money than the quality. It'll have to be good before the insurance company will cover it." Kit nodded. "Sounds good. I've always wanted a bike, even before the accident."

"Good for you for sticking to your guns and not letting a thing like that derail you. There are lots of people who would." He liked Kit. The more he talked to the man, the more he got a good feeling about him.

"The option is getting back up on the horse or lying down to die, I guess. I've had a few years to get used to things. Believe me, I wasn't near as gracious -- or graceful -- at first."

Tyler nodded. "Yeah, I had a friend who didn't take the same option as you. Damn shame, the man was beautiful and talented enough to get a rise out of dead man. The wheel goes around though, doesn't it?"

Kit nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that. I... I was damned lucky. Ten of the twelve of us on the bus died. Rick and I... we don't talk much anymore."

"Oh man, I'm sorry."

"Shit happens." Kit nodded, stretched. "Enough of the sordid and morbid. Can you recommend a place to get a beer and a burger? I'm starving."

"Sure, Kelly's just down the road. Has a great balcony out back, too. Stools in the sand, practically on the beach." He weighed his options, gut telling him he liked this man, wanted to get to know him better. His gut usually wasn't wrong. On the other hand, Kit was a customer, and one who was going to be paying him a hell of a lot of money at that. He decided to drop a little hint and let the winds blow where they would. "It's my favorite place. You tell Vera Ty sent you and she'll give you a piece of pie at half price."

"Sand, huh?" Kit gave him a quiet look. "How about this? You make sure I don't go ass-first into the dirt and I'll buy a round of beers."

Tyler grinned, pleased with the winds. "You've got yourself a deal, Kit. You give me a couple of minutes to close up shop and I'll join 'ya."

"Cool." Kit stood, moving stiff, but steady, and headed toward the front, giving Tyler a nice long look at a strong back and tight little ass.

He had a feeling he was going to need to see a lot of Kit to get this bike just right. At least he hoped so.

Sean

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Smutterday - Office Hours

This is the third of the three books that are in the anthology At the Office that are now also re-released as single titles. Here is a smutty excerpt for it.


Office Hours

Thad Wells has had enough of lovers. He’s focused on his career -- hell, that’s hard enough, being the young professor fighting for his spot -- so when he, literally, runs into Jay on the green, he finds himself saying, no. No, he’s not interested.

Jay Banner, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He knows someone’s hurt Thad, and not in the fun, spanky way he does, when he wears his leathers, and he’s determined to get to know the young professor.

Things heat up between them, but they both have secrets, and no amount of book learning can educate two men who might have outsmarted themselves.

Previously released through a different publisher.  Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.

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smutty excerpt:

Squeezing Thad’s hand in his own, he let them in and then turned to give the man the kiss he’d been needing to take since they’d crashed together two days ago. The electricity between them flared—sharp and undeniable, the sensation slamming through him.

“Fuck.” He muttered the word between their lips, then they were kissing again, his tongue pressing against Thad’s lips, wanting in, wanting to taste. Coffee and heat. That’s what Thad tasted of, felt.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss farther, pressed himself against Thad’s slender body. Thad’s tongue slid against his, tasting him. He slid his hands around Thad’s hips, encouraging more closeness.

God. Hot. Thad was a little firecracker.

“Want you.” So much he didn’t want to stop kissing.

“Yeah.” Those hands slid under his shirt, fingertips working his belly, heading to his nipples.

“Sensual. I like that.” He kept the kisses going, his own hands holding onto Thad’s ass.

Thad murmured something unintelligible into his lips, one finger circling a nipple. He made a soft noise, trying to move his nipple into that finger. Thad avoided it, though, teasing him, and he laughed, breathless and needy, against Thad’s mouth.

Thad winked, deepened the kiss the barest bit, then backed off.

“Come on in. I’m on the second floor.” He grabbed Thad’s hand again and headed up the stairs.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m sure it’s a great idea.” He squeezed Thad’s hand and hurried them up—he wasn’t letting Thad’s nerves send the man backing out.

He opened the door, got them both inside, and shut the door.

Grabbing both Thad’s hands in his, he walked backward down the hall. “On the right there, that’s the living room, left is the kitchen and the bathroom. My bedroom is at the end here.”

“Nice place.” Thad didn’t even look away from him.

“Thanks.” He didn’t look away, either; he could make the trip to his bedroom in the dark, walking backward was nothing. He wanted that sweater off, wanted to look, wanted to touch. “This is my bedroom.” There were curtains but they weren’t drawn, the daylight streaming in. He’d made his bed this morning—go him.

Dropping Thad’s hands, he immediately went for the bottom of that sweater.

Thad touched his wrists. “We can leave it on.”

He laughed. “No, I don’t think we can.”

He tugged it up and off, Thad’s body tight and ripped, pale as milk, but so hot.

“Fuck.” His fingers went for the sweet abs, tickling over them before making a beeline for the little pink nipples.

“I…” Thad groaned, body arching as he found them.

“Sweet. I love a man with sensitive titties.” Oh, that little shocked look at his words made his balls throb. “And yours seem very sensitive.” He flicked them.

Thad stepped back away from him, shook his head, so he wrapped a hand around Thad’s hip, tugging him back in. “This is a—”

He stopped the words with a kiss. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. His tongue slid into Thad’s mouth, searching out that coffee-flavored taste again.

His hand slipped around Thad’s waist, thumb on the soft skin, and his other hand slid back up to tickle at Thad’s right nipple. The tiny bit of skin drew up, deliciously tight, and he had to flick his finger back and forth across it.

Thad gasped into his lips, panting for him. Groaning, he repeated the move, his tongue delving in. That tiny nipple was as hard as a rock, pushing into his fingers, so he plucked at it, stroked it.

“I…” Thad groaned, hands wrapping about his waist, the kiss going deeper.

He tugged Thad with him as he backed up toward his bed. It was just a double, but that would mean plenty of reason to snuggle.

Thad’s fingers worked around to his waistband, opening his fly.

“Mmm.” He sucked in, giving Thad room to get in there and work at his jeans, and, like a pro, Thad opened him, pulled out his cock. Groaning, he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding along Thad’s palm.

“Mmm. Horny.” Thad’s fingers wrapped around him, tugging his prick nice and steady.

He chuckled, or at least tried to—the sound was closer to a moan. “Like you’re not.”

Thad’s murmur was soft, sensual. “I never said a word, one way or the other.”

His own voice was closer to a growl, all needful and throaty. “I think you should, though. I think you should tell me how hot I make you.”

Thad shivered. “Shh.”

“Shh what?”

“Just let me touch you.”

Jay bucked up into Thad’s touch. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thad chuckled, hand moving faster, thumb brushing his slit on each upstroke.

He groaned. “Yeah, you make me hot, too. I’m on fucking fire for you.”

“Good.” Thad’s fingers were going to make him crazy.

He reached out again, tweaked Thad’s nipples, watching as the dull flush climbed up Thad’s belly. Humming, he rubbed those hard little bits of flesh beneath his thumb.

Thad’s rhythm stuttered a bit, his lips parted.

“Mmm. Yeah, that’s even better. How does it feel from your end, Thad?”

“Not bad.”

He laughed. “I’m not doing it properly if it just feels not bad.”

Thad’s chuckle made his smile wider. Bending, he took Thad’s nipple into his mouth, and Thad groaned, fingers squeezing his prick. He sucked harder, tongue flicking across the tip as that sweet nub tightened for him. Grinning, he gave it a bite.

Thad jerked, pulling away. “Easy.”

“I don’t want to take it easy on you, Thad. I want to make you fly.”

“Let’s just get you off, hmm? It’s your birthday.”

“I’m not a selfish lover.”

Thad’s cheeks went pink. “No, but this one’s for you.”

“If you can promise me you won’t duck out on me as soon as I come, I’ll go along with that.”

“Why are we talking?” Thad knelt down, took his cock into a perfect fucking heat.

“Fuck!” How was he supposed to think when Thad did that? He wasn’t a monk or a virgin, but it had been some time since he’d had a decent blow job, and Thad was more than decent at it. In fact, Thad’s mouth was pure heaven, sliding on his cock like Thad was starving and he was a banquet.

He slid his hands through the long hair, holding on as Thad sucked hard, licking and sucking at him, head bobbing. He tried to stay still, he really did. “Need to…”

His cock slipped into the squeezing pressure of Thad’s throat.

“Oh, fuck.” He wrapped his fingers in Thad’s hair and began to fuck the man’s lips, cock pushing into that tight throat again and again. Fuck. Fuck. So open. So ready for him.

He watched as his cock slid in and out, shiny with Thad’s spit. Fuck.

He shouted, pushing deep and coming down Thad’s throat.

He watched Thad swallow, saw how those lips were soft, swollen around him. “Sweet, Thad. Really amazing.”

The soft tongue stroked over his prick, cleaning it.

“Happy Birthday to me.”

Sean

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Smutterday - Full Disclosure

Full Disclosure was originally with Amber Quill and is in the At the Office anthology. Here's a smutty excerpt of it.

Samuel never thought the hardest thing about being a lawyer would be keeping his admin staff, but with Jeannie now leaving on pregnancy leave, he's gone through five since he became a partner. His newest assistant is Jarrod, a man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn't know he had.

Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. He thinks it's going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.

Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?

Previously released through a different publisher.  Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.

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smutty excerpt:

Samuel had considered just firing Jerrod. Then he considered jumping in a hole. Finally he found a reason to be out of town for three weeks and took it, only talking with Jerrod via email and periodically on the phone. By the time he got back, Samuel was feeling strong, settled, and able to hold his head up. So he had been looking at porn. He was a healthy, young male. That’s what men did. Damn it.

He walked into his office early, way earlier that most anyone, whistling as he got ready for the day.
A sound at the door had him looking, finding Jarrod leaning against the jamb, watching him. The brown eyes were dark, warm. “Well, hello there, boss-man. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.”

Straightening, Jarrod walked in like he belonged, like it was his office.

“I didn’t want anyone to forget what I looked like.” His office. He was the boss. Not Jarrod. Just. Him. “You’ve been well?”

Jarrod shrugged. “Felt a bit like a boat with a rudder, boss gone and all.” Jarrod came right on up to him, only stopping when they were about a foot apart. God, the man was intense. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you. I assume there isn’t any immediate business we need to deal with?” He didn’t back up one bit.

“I have a bunch of papers that need your signature. But nothing”—Jarrod licked his lips, gave him one of those once-overs he remembered from before he’d gone—“pressing.”

“Excellent.” See him. See him be in control. He resisted the urge to smooth his dress shirt, smooth his hair.

“Did you miss me?”

“Excuse me?”

“I think you heard me, boss-man. I asked if you missed me.” Jarrod chuckled. “You still need that spanking.”

Samuel growled, cheeks heating uncontrollably. “You must really want to be fired.”

“You’re not going to fire me.” Jarrod’s voice was low now, husky.

“You are an arrogant little bastard.” That was it. He was going to. Going to.

“Not so little, boss-man, I assure you.” Jarrod moved closer, face suddenly right there in his, and then Jarrod’s mouth descended on his.

The kiss was hard and sure, Jarrod’s lips pressing his against his teeth.

Jesus Christ.

Samuel jerked, pulling away, cock hard and aching in his slacks. “What the fuck?”

Jarrod followed him, backing him up toward his desk. “That comes later.”

“You’re out of your mind.” He could hear his heart pounding.

“No. But you’re almost out of yours, aren’t you?” Jarrod kept coming, kept backing him up until his legs hit his desk. “You’ve been thinking about it. Can’t get it out of your head. Oh, you convinced yourself you did. Fooled yourself. So you came back.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He worked here. He belonged here.

“Yes. You do. And you’ve been a very naughty man. Running away from me. You need to be spanked, Samuel.”

Jarrod took his arms and turned him, pressing up against his back, cock hard against ass, mouth at his ear.

“I’ll scream.” Well, that sounded stupid and queer as hell.

Jarrod chuckled, but it didn’t feel like he was being laughed at. “If you don’t, I’m not doing it right.” Jarrod licked a line from his collar up to his ear. One of Jarrod’s hands dropped to his belt, started to undo it.

“This isn’t happening.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Feels fucking real to me.” His earlobe was nipped, the top button of his pants undone, his zipper tugged down. “You feel real, Samuel. You feel like you need. And I’ve got what you need.”

“No.” His cock pushed out, slapping against Jarrod’s hand. “You don’t know what the fuck I need.”

Jarrod’s hand wrapped around his prick, tugging on it once and once only. “I know exactly what you need.”

He was bent over, his expensive trousers tugged down, exposing his ass, the air shocking against his balls.

“What the fuck are you doing?” They were at the office. In his office.

Work.

This wasn’t happening.

“Giving you what you need, Samuel.” Jarrod’s hand came down on his ass, slapping his skin. He could feel the outline of each finger on his ass cheek.

“Don’t.” Oh, fuck. It was like a fucking fantasy, like his fucking fantasy.

“Don’t what, Samuel? Do this?” That hand came down again, hitting his ass square on. Then again.

“Yes.” He pulled away, reaching back toward Jarrod’s hands.

“You’re telling me you don’t want this?” One of Jarrod’s hands grabbed his, the other one landed on his ass again. Then Jarrod was bent over him, hot against his back. “Tell me to stop, Sammy. Say ‘Jarrod stop. Jarrod leave.’ And I will.”

“I…” Another blow made him gasp, made him jerk. So fucking hot.

“That’s what I thought,” Jarrod’s voice grated. The next blow came just as hard, just as loud in the quiet of his office. His fucking office!

Two more blows followed in short succession; his ass began to feel like it was on fire. This rough, raw sound escaped him, hips rolling back. Whether it was toward the blows or away, he didn’t know.

“Oh, fuck, Sammy, yeah.” The blows kept coming, one after another, making him gasp and jerk, making everything else just disappear.

His head dropped forward, eyes closing as his thighs spread, bracing himself for more.

“So fucking hard for you, Sammy. Fuck.”

They found a rhythm together, like fucking, his hips pushing back into each blow, the sound ringing through the office.

When they stopped it was like a shock. The heat of Jarrod’s cock rubbing against him, the tip leaving a wet trail over his burning flesh, was an even bigger shock.

“Tell me you want it.”

His ass was on fire, thighs shaking furiously. Oh, God. Oh, God. “I…”

Jarrod’s cock slapped against his ass, and then he heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper.

Samuel thought he was going to stand up, pull away, but he wanted it. Wanted a good hard fuck. Wanted to feel Jarrod against his burning ass.

The head of Jarrod’s prick slid along his crack, pushed against his hole, but didn’t breach him, not before Jarrod’s hand slid around and took his cock in a hard grip. Then Jarrod pushed forward.

“Uhh…” He jerked, went up on his toes and just begged for it. Thick and long, Jarrod’s cock pushed up into him and made him feel every inch.

“Hot. Shit. Fucking tight. Oh, Samuel.” Jarrod’s voice groaned, the words ending in an almost whimper.

In and in Jarrod pushed, until the wiry hairs around the base of his cock rubbed up against Samuel’s burning ass. The whole world tightened to his ass, his cock, the fire between them. His need.

Jarrod made a growling noise and started to move, taking him hard. Each thrust slammed Jarrod’s cock deep, and had those hips pushing against his ass. His thighs slammed against his desk, the skin aching, bruising, and fuck it felt good. Jarrod’s hand worked his cock hard, jacking him as he was fucked.

The slap of flesh, their bodies hitting the desk, their gasping breaths, the sounds mingled with the sharp, musky scent of sex, the air redolent with them. Samuel started shaking, so close to coming he could taste it.

“Wait for it,” groaned Jarrod. “Wait ’til I say so.”

Harder, faster, the hand around his cock increased its pace as well, Jarrod pushed him hard, but made him wait. His entire body clenched, body jerking, balls drawing up tight.

“Just another…” Jarrod groaned, swore. “Fuck. Now. Now, Sammy!” The long cock slammed into his gland, and Jarrod’s shout filled the room.

His cock jerked, spunk spraying over his desk, ass squeezing that heavy cock tight.

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday - Post 3

Just out at the distributors yesterday was Three New Wishes, the last book in the Rainbow Island trilogy.

Three New Wishes

Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.

James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. Can they make their own fantasies come true?

As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.

Tim is rich and bored. A ‘sometimes sub’, he’s searching for something more. Full-time Dom, Rain, is brought in to give Tim the twenty-four-seven experience he’s been looking for, but Rain has a secret—he’s been watching Tim in the club for years, just waiting for Tim to get serious before making his move. Can these two men find what they need in each other?

Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?

Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?

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Sean
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Add Love and Mix now out!

Add Love and Mix is officially out today!

I loved writing this book. I know I say that a lot (and it's always true) but these guys were especially wonderful to write. I even wound up turning the submission in early - that's how good they were to me. I hope you love Jason and Scott as much as I do.

Firefighter Jason Weller and EMT Scott Bronson are living the perfect life. They work together in jobs they love, they live together, and in their downtime, they still can’t get enough of each other. It’s been six amazing years. Then on Christmas Eve, Jase’s former lover Elsa shows up with a six-year-old girl in tow. The strung-out junkie claims Kerry is Jase’s daughter and it’s his turn to care for her, and then she walks out.

Shocked at both the fact that Elsa is now a junkie, and that he has a daughter he never knew about, Jase nonetheless steps up to the plate as her father, and Scott offers his full support. Having an instant family comes with plenty of challenges, and the two men work to deal with sweeping changes in their lives and to make things right for Kerry.

It’s not going to be easy, and their new circumstances test them and their relationship like nothing ever has. They’ll need all the love they have for each other, and the love they discover for their daughter, to keep from breaking apart.

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Smutty Excerpt:

He headed over to the ambulance where he found Scott on his own, restocking.

“Merry Christmas Eve, babe.”

“Hey, gorgeous.” Scott grinned at him, green eyes warm and sparkling under the crazy mop of black curls.

God, he was in love with this man. Still. Time and proximity only seemed to deepen the way he felt.

 

“You almost done there? I bet the showers are deserted at this point.” There was a reason they both took their time when they got back to the house.

“Perv.” Oh, that was a naughty smile.

“Takes one to know one.”

Jase stepped up into Scott’s space, looked into the blue eyes, the heat he was feeling matched there.

“Someone might catch us,” Scott said.

“Don’t you mean catch us again?” Jase laughed and rubbed Scott’s crotch. “They’ll give us some privacy, long as we’re quick.” And he knew they could be quick. Hell, they were both so ramped up from the call, they’d be going off like rockets.

Scott winked. “Go. I’ll be there in two shakes.”

“Of my ass?” Eager and randy, Jase shook it as he headed into the station proper.

The place was decorated for Christmas: lights twinkling, the tree fully decorated, everything shiny.

There were even gifts under the tree. The guys who worked over Christmas did a white elephant game. He had his real gift for Scott under his bed.

The showers were empty, and he went to the far one, turning it on hot before stripping.

Barely three minutes passed before warm hands wrapped around his waist, the touch sure, wanton.

Jase leaned back against Scott’s solid body and groaned. “Hey, babe.” Resting his head on Scott’s shoulder, he kissed his lover’s neck.

“Hey,” Scott said. “You ready for our vacation to start? I sure as fuck am.”

“Yeah. Boxing Day here we come. You think next year we should take the holiday off?” They worked because they didn’t have families, but they had each other.

“Eh. Maybe. I like to save it for the guys with kids.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Jase grinned as he nibbled on Scott’s neck. “We’re motherfucking selfless wonders.”

“Saints. True saints.”

He laughed, turning to grab Scott and push him up against the tile. Then he took the kiss he wanted, diving into Scott’s mouth.

Scott climbed up his body, legs coming to rest around his waist.

Jase humped against Scott, their bodies slamming up against the tile.

Their cocks rubbed together, the sensation fucking amazing.

They didn’t have time to goof around, to take their time. They simply had to get to it.

Biting at Scott’s lips, Jase moved faster, moaning when Scott’s hand wrapped around both their cocks.

Scott knew how to touch him, how to touch them and bring them off.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that, babe.”

Groaning, Jase closed his eyes, feeling the pleasure course through him.

“So easy.” Scott was such a tease.

He bit hard at Scott’s lower lip. “Butthead.”

There wasn’t any heat behind the word, though. Nor any strength, his body entirely focused on how good everything felt.

“Uh. Uh-huh. Yours.” Scott tugged the tips of their cocks good and hard.

“Fuck!” Jase jerked, bucking their bodies hard against the wall, and came, spunk spewing up over Scott’s hand.

Scott watched through his orgasm, then began jacking them both good and hard.

He shuddered. “Fuck. Sensitive.”

Still, he didn’t ask Scott to stop, did he? No, he leaned one hand against the tile and, pushing the other between them, tweaked Scott’s right nipple—the more sensitive of the two.

Scott arched, bared his teeth. “One more time.”

Jase twisted the nub harder this time, digging his fingernails into Scott’s flesh. “Come on. Give it up for me.”

Scott shot like a hose, spunk pouring out of him in long pulses.

“Fucking love that smell.” to Jase it meant safety and sex and love and happiness.

Grinning, he took another kiss, lips lingering lazily against Scott’s. He knew they had to rinse off and get out before they got walked in on, but he wanted another moment with his lover.

“Merry almost Christmas, babe,” Scott said. “I mean it.”

Sean

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Smutterday - X-Factor

Dreamspinner is re-releasing X-Factor! Yay! It's had a clean-up and a new cover and it will be available on April 27, but you can preorder it now.

Game designer Henry Delloit loves his life, his mountain community, his isolated dream home, and the snow. He also loves that the X-treme Games blow into the area for a month every year, bringing with them hundreds of athletes.

Ecco Rasmussen loves boarding. He knows he’ll never make it to the big time, but as long as he can get on his board and go, he doesn’t care. If only his manager, Blake Dobbs, would cut Ecco a break. The man’s possessive and mean, and believes he owns Ecco.

When Henry and Ecco meet at the Branchberry Games, it’s lust at first sight. An injury on Ecco’s qualifying run offers an opportunity to spend quality time together at Henry’s home, away from the crowds and out from under Blake’s thumb.

At this rate, lust might turn into love, but not if they can’t keep their romance hidden from Blake.

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Henry smiled the entire way home. Not just smiled, he sang along with the radio, not even caring that he’d done nearly three hours round trip just for dinner. He’d have gone a lot farther to see Ecco. He wondered how big of a stalker it would make him if he followed Ecco not only to the other two local games, but also to some of the ones farther afield.

He’d never been so taken with a boarder. Sure, he loved the type, loved going to the local X Games and hanging out around them, watching them with their love of fun and joy for life. This was different, though. Something about Ecco drew him in, and he wanted to spend more time with the boarder, find out if there was more there than just a hot little body and flirty blue eyes.

One day at a time, he reminded himself. One games at a time. Ecco had said he wanted to come after the Branchberry Games were over, spend his downtime with Henry. He loved that idea and really hoped it worked out. The more he thought about it, the happier it made him.

He pulled up into the driveway at his place, the motion-detection lights coming on and making the night bright. It had turned even more bitter with the setting of the sun, and he sprinted from his SUV to the front door, tugging the keys out of his pocket. After letting himself in, he hung his coat on the rack by the door and made his way to the living room and the fire he’d left ready to start. He didn’t bother with lights. He knew his way around by heart, and besides, the moon made the snow shine brightly through the back wall of windows.

Lighting the fire was his first task, and he couldn’t help but think about what Ecco’s skin would look like by firelight. There went his cock, springing back to hardness. The drive home had been long enough to deflate him, but it seemed it didn’t take much to reverse that.

That decided him, and he stripped off his clothes, piling them on the couch before settling on a blanket on one of the beanbag chairs he had in front of the fire. Was it pervy to be thinking about Ecco as he jerked off? Maybe if Ecco hadn’t been flirting with him, interested in him, but the man was, so… no guilt. Henry was going to do this.

He wasn’t sure he could have jerked off without Ecco drifting into his thoughts anyway, so he just went with it.

Closing his eyes, he settled more comfortably. Heat from the fire washed over him, keeping his skin warm, almost like the heat of a lover’s body. He imagined that lover was Ecco. He could see the man in his mind’s eye—the sturdy, muscled body, the tight abs with the spiky black tattoo he’d caught a glimpse of, the blond curls, and those bright blue eyes. God, Ecco was gorgeous.

Groaning, Henry pulled on his prick, his hand still fairly loose and easy. He remembered Ecco doing the handstand at the chalet. He imagined watching Ecco make his run down the mountain, flying over the features. Even in the bulky snowsuit, Ecco’s body looked fine.

He tightened his hand a little, ramping things up a bit. He imagined what it would be like to kiss those pretty lips, imagined them coated with the powder from the spun sugar and pursed, looking for his kiss. The moans Ecco’d made while eating sounded in his imagination, going straight to his balls. Would Ecco sound like that when they made love?

Thumb slipping across the tip of his cock, Henry groaned. A shudder moved through him, and he did it again, pressing harder this time. The third time, he stopped long enough to tease the slit, push into it just a little. That could be Ecco’s tongue. The thought was even better than the sensation, and Henry whimpered, his hips beginning to buck, to push his cock through his fingers.

He replayed their dinner, Ecco’s smile and flirting flashing behind his lids. He pulled harder on his cock, his breath coming faster as he got closer to the edge. Spreading his legs, he dug his heels into the rug as he reached down with his free hand to cup his balls. He rubbed a finger along the skin behind his balls and gasped as he found just the right spot to make everything spark softly.

From there it was just a matter of working himself harder, faster, his hand flying on his skin. His back bowed as he got closer and closer, his entire body straining to get there.

Then suddenly he did, heat spraying up over his hand as he came, Ecco’s name on his lips. He jacked his cock a few more times, pulling out the last few drops of spunk. Collapsing back with a gasp, his hands dropped to his sides.

Panting, sated, he thought of Ecco and smiled goofily.

Oh man, he had it bad.

Sean

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The Briar Rose Series

The Briar Rose Series of books are all republished!

Having moved out east, Matt and Adam have renovated the big old house they bought, turning it into The Briar Rose, a BDSM B&B. With Adam's experience as a professional sub and Matt's patience and knowledge, they hope to help other couples find their way in the BDSM lifestyle.

Their first guests are Jackson and Burger, a well-known singer and his manager. The couple are not exactly what Adam and Matt expect, but they do what they can to help the other men learn to communicate and find trust.

Singer Jackson has just had an operation on his vocal chords and has been ordered not to speak for at least two weeks, something he's having a hard time doing. Burger brings Jackson to the Briar Rose in the hopes of not only keeping the singer resting and quiet, but in rekindling their on-again-off-again love affair and making it on-again, permanently. Can they find what they need at The Briar Rose?

Matt and Adam first appeared in Sold, a Hammer novel, and are the foundation for the Briar Rose series.

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Matt and Adam from Sold are back once again at the Briar Rose, their BDSM B&B. This time their guests are lovers and Dom/sub pair Gaston and Parker who need their help reaching a goal.

A committed pair in the BDSM lifestyle, Gaston and Parker have been together for six years. Parker works hard to be the best sub he can be, to be worthy of Gaston, but try as he has, he can’t come on command without a touch to his cock and he knows it’s totally his fault.

Booking a week at the Briar Rose, Gaston is hoping that between a week away from home with no other distractions, and help from Matt and Adam, he and Parker will be able to achieve their goal – together.

Will Gaston be able to overcome Parker’s insecurities or will they have to let this particular aspect of their play go?

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Matt and Adam are back and this time they’re welcoming two established Master/sub pairs who want to play together. Without ruining their friendship.

Subs Peter and Max have been best friends forever, since before they met their masters. They were lovers once, but both men needed the influence of a Dom to stay on an even keel. Happily in love with their masters, Devon and Swan, the boys nonetheless want more.

Devon and Swan care deeply for each other and are willing to give becoming something more a try and the Briar Rose seems like the perfect place to give it a go. As neutral ground, if things go wrong, they should be able to put the whole thing behind them and go back to their lives as simply friends.

Can Devon, Peter, Swan, and Max become the blended family they yearn to be?

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Throwback Thursday - The Mannies Incorporated Books

Waaaay back in 2012 (okay, so not that far back, but wow, 2012 is four years ago now, how time flies). Anyway. My point is that I started this story with a manny and an uncle and when I was done, I knew I wanted to do more stories featuring mannies and the end of the book sort of lent itself to that anyway and lo and behold the Mannies Incorporated series was born.

There has been a book in the series every December since 2012, for a total of four so far, along with one short story that's a follow-up on And Manny Makes Seven. All the books are once again available at both All Romance Ebooks and Amazon! And best of all, they now all have matching covers and sport the fantastic new logo that I absolutely love.(Thank you to Kris Norris for the awesome logo and covers.)

I'll have to ponder smutty excerpts for Saturday!

Slayde's got the best job on earth: he's a nanny to Army nurse and widow Mindy's three kids. He's been with the family since the oldest was born and is Uncle Slayde to all three children. When Mindy's deployed, things aren't easy, but he manages just fine. At least he does until Mindy's big brother Drake shows up unexpectedly, announcing he's there to help while Mindy is gone.

Drake is almost a stranger to the kids, hot as hell, especially in his motorcycling leathers, and straighter than straight. On top of that, Drake's not used to dealing with kids, or with things like gluten free, recycling and not eating fast food and soon has Slayde's tight routine in shambles.

Slayde thinks Drake is far more of a hindrance than a help, at least at the start, but he tries to get along for Mindy's sake and eventually, having Drake around is easier than not. But what's he supposed to do when the straight, sexy leather wearing ex-cop makes a pass at him one night? Maybe there's more to Drake than Slayde assumed.

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Will’s a widower with three little girls, including six month old twins, to look after. Most days it’s all Will can do just to get home from his advertising job in time for goodnight kisses, but now his mother-in-law is leaving the country with her new boyfriend and Will needs the help of a professional nanny.

Benji loves being a nanny; looking after other people’s kids is the next best thing to having his own, and as a gay man, he figures it’s as close as he’s going to get. He’s between jobs and is thrilled when he gets the call from Mannies Incorporated to interview with Will's family.

He falls in love with the girls right away, but also finds himself attracted to their father. Benji knows he shouldn’t moon over his boss, especially when Will desperately really needs his services as a nanny, but he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a family of his own.

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When Adam's parents died three years ago, he kept his five younger siblings together, playing parent as best a twenty-one year old could under the circumstances. Now his academic mentor Helena has passed away from cancer, and Adam doesn't know what to do. He's shocked, but grateful when a reading of the will determines that he's not only inherited her beloved shi tzus , but also the house, a generous trust for everyone's education, plus three million dollars, some of it earmarked for hiring a nanny.

Hutch has worked as a nanny since he was nineteen, when he took over the care of his neighbors children when both parents were killed in separate missions overseas. He's worked with several families since and feels confident he can handle five children aged four through seventeen.

Hutch's arrival is just what Adam needs and as Hutch begins to turn the big house from Helena's place into their home, Adam and his siblings begin to see Hutch as more than just the nanny.

Can a path of tragedy and sorrow turn the corner to happiness and love?

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The men from And Manny Makes Seven are back along with Adam's five siblings.

It's the first day of school for the twins and Lizzie doesn't want to go. Hutch would love to let her stay home with him, but he knows it's his job to make sure she doesn't need him anymore and school is the first step.

Once the kids are gone, Adam teaches Hutch the hidden benefits to having the house to themselves!

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Single father Jack Jones is in dire need of a new nanny. His five year old son Nathan is legally blind, he has twin baby girls arriving in less than two months and the girl currently working for him is leaving at Thanksgiving to go home and continue her higher education. If Mannies Incorporated doesn’t come up with a viable candidate soon, he’s not sure what he’s going to do.

Dan Miller is on the hunt for a new job. He’s had some great placements with Mannies Incorporated, many as Manny to multiple birth families to get them over the hump. He even has experience with special needs children, so the job he’s interviewing for looks like it’s right up his alley.

When Dan arrives at Jack’s house, he discovers that this Jack Jones is his Jack Jones, the man he was in love with during college, and who broke up with Dan because Dan wanted children. Will Dan and Jack be able to put the past behind them and work with each other, or will their past keep them from having a future together?

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Three to Get Ready, a Mannies Incorporated novel now available!

It's out - the latest in the Mannies series and the first self-pubbed is now available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks!

Three to Get Ready

Single father Jack Jones is in dire need of a new nanny. His five year old son Nathan is legally blind, he has twin baby girls arriving in less than two months and the girl currently working for him is leaving at Thanksgiving to go home and continue her higher education. If Mannies Incorporated doesn’t come up with a viable candidate soon, he’s not sure what he’s going to do.

Dan Miller is on the hunt for a new job. He’s had some great placements with Mannies Incorporated, many as Manny to multiple birth families to get them over the hump. He even has experience with special needs children, so the job he’s interviewing for looks like it’s right up his alley.

When Dan arrives at Jack’s house, he discovers that this Jack Jones is his Jack Jones, the man he was in love with during college, and who broke up with Dan because Dan wanted children. Will Dan and Jack be able to put the past behind them and work with each other, or will their past keep them from having a future together?

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excerpt (there shall be a smutty one on Saturday)

Dan Miller followed the instructions on his GPS to one Jack Jones’ house for his interview. He was trying to decide if it was a good or bad omen that he’d dated a Jack Jones. It had ended, so maybe bad. On the other hand, they’d ended because Jack didn’t want kids and he did, which was better to learn early on before they’d invested a lot of time in each other, right? So good sign.

Chuckling at himself, he went over what Drake at Mannies, Inc. had told him about the family.

Single gay dad, one special-needs son—the boy was nearly six and legally blind. Apparently he could see general shapes if they were high contrast and he could see lights and light contrast. There were twin girls on their way. In a couple of weeks. In a few weeks, in fact.

Newborns were Dan’s favorite. He loved that new-baby smell. He loved their chubby little cheeks and limbs, their fat bellies, and how quickly they changed.

After reading the file, he had to agree with Drake that he seemed like a really good fit for the family.

The position was live-in, so he paid close attention as the condo came into view. Not far from the beach, it was a decent size, not too big, but not tiny. The front was neat and he could see the backyard was fenced in.

Pulling into the drive, he turned off the engine and took a deep breath. Okay. Interview time. He climbed out of the car, with his best ‘I’m the perfect man to look after your kids’ face on.

He knocked on the front door.

“Daddy! Maddie, someone is here!”

“I’ll get it, man. Hopefully, this one will work for your daddy, Mr. Picky. I have to leave the week of Thanksgiving. I have to.”

The door opened and a lovely dark-skinned young woman stood there with a skinny little boy in thick glasses. “Hey there. Can I help you?”

“Hi, Dan Miller. I’m here to see Mr. Jones?”

“Sure. Come on in. I’m Maddie, Nathan’s personal assistant.” She winked at him.

“Very nice to meet you.” He shook her hand.

Then he turned his attention to the little boy. “Hey there, you must be Nathan.”

“Uh-huh. Nathan James Jones.” One hand was held out. “Pleased meeting you.”

Dan took Nathan’s hand and shook it solemnly. “Pleased to meet you too.”

“Hey there. Sorry, man. I was paying some bills. Crazy life.”

Dan looked up at the familiar voice and blinked. Strong jaw, blond curls, and the bluest eyes in the history of the earth—that was Jack. His Jack.

Dan felt like he’d been poleaxed.

His Jack, who didn’t want kids, no way no how, was he fucking crazy for even suggesting it.

“Jack?” Oh smooth, Dan. Clearly it was Jack. Hell, even if he couldn’t believe his eyes, the folder he’d gotten from Drake had said the guy’s name was Jack.

“Dan? Danny? Oh my God!” Jack’s eyes went wide. “Look at you. You look amazing.”

He kind of hated the way Jack’s words made him stand a little taller, a little straighter. “So do you. The years have been good to you.” Thirteen years. Shit, things had changed in that time, that much was obvious, but not how just a glance from those devastating eyes could make his cock perk up. That hadn’t changed a damn bit.

“Thank you. Come on up to my office and we’ll catch up. Maddie, you okay with giving Nathan his lunch?” Jack asked.

“Sure thing, Boss.” She tilted her head. “So you two know each other?”

“It looks like,” Dan murmured, still stunned.

“We went to college together, believe it or not.” Jack offered him that warm grin. “He was my first.”

“First what, Daddy?” Nathan asked.

“My first boyfriend, cowboy.”

Dan nodded. His too. First boyfriend, first heartbreak—some firsts were better than others.

“Oh. I’m going to marry Jessica Mitchell when I grow up.” Nathan announced. “She smells like flowers.”

“And who is Jessica Mitchell?” Dan asked, amused. He loved the things kids said.

“My girlfriend.” Nathan sounded so sure.

“Gotcha.” Dan grinned at Jack.

Jack winked. “Come upstairs. I just moved the office to the third floor.”

“I’ll see you later, Nathan. And it was nice to meet you, Maddie.”

He followed Jack upstairs, telling himself it was bad form to admire your potential boss’ ass on the way to your interview with him.

Jack led him to the third floor, to a tiny, cozy office that was all windows.

“Please, have a seat. I’m still getting settled up here,” Jack admitted.

“This is awesome.” Looking around, Dan sat in the chair across the desk from Jack. He still couldn’t quite believe it was his Jack Jones.

“Thank you. So, a nanny? Really? That’s amazing.”

“Well, I always wanted kids.” As Jack knew. Dan just never had found anyone to share that with so he’d found another way to have kids in his life.

“You did. That’s cool.” Jack leaned back, the light sweater he wore clinging to his broad pecs, exposing a line of skin at his belly. “Well, this is going to not be like the interviews I’ve done so far.”

Dan chuckled softly. “No, I guess not. Although it’s been thirteen years—I can see you’ve changed a lot. I have as well. More settled. Mature and responsible, you know?” He wasn’t sure he’d have given his twenty-year-old self care over a child.

“No shit on that, man. My world’s a drastically different place than I dreamed it would be. Better.” Jack smiled and, Jesus. Dan had never seen that look on Jack before—happy and peaceful and utterly at one with the world.

It made him a little sad that he hadn’t been able to share this with Jack. It was what he’d wanted back when they were together. Shit, kids were why they’d broken up, for Christ’s sake.

Dan couldn’t begrudge Jack for it, though. He’d had some amazing kids come into his life through his job. And if they’d stuck it out, that never would have happened.

“So tell me about your family, why you need me.” Dan had a pretty good picture between the file Drake had given him and hearing that Maddie was leaving, but he liked to have the picture directly from the client.

“Well, Nathan is five, almost six. He’s in kindergarten in a regular public school. He has an assistant who’s provided by the schools, but he’s not in a special class. There’s nothing wrong with his brain. Just his eyes.” Jack’s voice got fierce for a moment, sharp as a razor.

It made Dan grin. He did love a man who could go all poppa bear over his kid. That was how it was meant to be. “That’s good to know. I only met him for a moment, but he seems pretty well-adjusted and in line with where I’d expect an almost-six-year-old to be.”

“He’s amazing.” The ferocity went soft and goofy. 

Sean

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Combine now out!

Combine, a Hammer Novel

Dom and sub couples Peter and Devon, and Max and Swan, are joining their lives together. After a week at The Briar Rose, they know there’s a lot of work to do, and they’re all committed to making sure what they have together succeeds.

Peter is the easygoing sub, while Max needs discipline and rules to keep from falling back into bad habits, so both Masters worry about making sure that each boy gets what he needs without making either sub feel neglected. It’s a balancing act that winds up taking some fancy footwork and the stress takes its toll.

As they learn to live and bond together, they discover things about each other that makes them fall more deeply in love, helping to cement their relationships.

Then an unexpected attack on Peter and Max threatens to upset the balance they’ve created, and Swan and Devon must join forces to give their subs what they need to push through and thrive. Will this stumbling block break apart their hard-won new family, or will it forge a stronger foursome?

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and here is a non-smutty excerpt:

Peter loved Maxie’s house. It was this crazy old Victorian mansion, tons of room, tons of space. It needed organization and some sense of style, areas for all four of them—him, Maxie, and their masters, but it had solid bones and he could definitely see himself living here, fixing it up, and making it theirs. All four of theirs.

Because they were going to do it. Move in together. All four of them. Two couples merging.

They had spent a week at a B&B training for this. He wasn’t even going home right now. They were going straight to Maxie’s house. Swan’s house. All their house. Whatever.

Devon turned around in the front seat and smiled at him and Max. “Almost there. Are you excited?”
Peter and Max looked at each other, and then Max nodded. “I am, very much.” If Max was excited and not worried, then it was good.

Devon’s smile was warm and happy. “Good, good.”

“Where will we sleep, Maxie?” They usually used the green suite when they stayed over, which happened on occasion.

“Your rooms? Are you going to want those permanently?” Max asked, eyes wide.

“We’re going to need to talk about that, about how exactly we want everything to work.” Devon tilted his head. “I’d like to sleep together tonight, if that’s good with everyone.”

“Our bed should fit us just fine.” Swan stretched, rolling his shoulders. “Everyone okay with ordering in for supper?”

“I could whip us up something, but I have to admit, I’d rather do you guys, not supper.” Devon’s grin looked rather wicked.

“Master, we can order Greek. We all like it and it’s super easy to clean up.” Max smiled at Swan in the rearview.

Peter’s mind, though, was on the kitchen, on what his master needed in a home kitchen.

“Greek sounds great. We have this place around the corner,” Swan told Devon.

“I’m in.”

“I love Greek food.”

Maxie grinned at him, red hair wild from riding with the window down. “You should. It’s El Grec. We used to order from there all the time.”

“Oh, I’ve heard stories about this place.” Devon chuckled. “I’ve been trying to live up to Peter’s memories of their Greek potatoes for years.”

“It’s a good place. Lots of finger foods and they deliver.”

“Finger foods work really well for Max.” Swan pulled the car up into his and Max’s driveway.

Peter took a deep breath. He was going to get to redo this house. Him. It was going to be their house. He’d been dreaming of the things he could do with this place ever since Swan and Max had bought it.

Turning off the engine, Swan turned to the back and smiled. “Welcome home.”

Max nodded. “We’re roomies again.”

Peter hugged him as their masters chuckled. It was going to be a little weird, honestly, but cool. And they’d get used to it again, find the ways they fit between the four of them.

Devon and Swan both got out and opened their doors for them.

“Thank you,” he said, and Max added his thanks as well.

Their masters brought in their luggage and Max started unloading laundry from their bags directly into hampers. Max and Swan had a housekeeper—a neat older man named August who was never visible yet always there, somehow—but Peter knew Max still liked to cater to his master’s needs.

“I’m going to order supper,” Swan said. “If you and Dev are sleeping with us tonight, we just need to get the big bed made up; if not, it and the guest bed need dressing.”

“I’ll take care of the bed, Master.” Max headed straight up the stairs.

“Go help him,” Devon ordered.

Peter nodded and grabbed their bags, eager to see the big room. “Maxie! Hold up.”

Max slowed down a little and Peter caught up with him.

“You’ve never seen it, have you?” Max asked.

“Nope. Which is weird. You’d think I would have, but it never comes up.”

“No, other stuff always comes up.” Max winked. Peter could tell Maxie was trying so hard not to be freaked out by the changes. “So we’re in the back. It’s like a suite.”

“A suite?” Peter thought that sounded luxurious. Like there was lots of room for playing as well as sleeping.

“Yeah. There’s a sitting room with a TV and then a bedroom and a big bathroom.”

“You don’t have a playroom in there?” Peter asked.

“No. It’s next door.”

“And the guest room is downstairs.” Peter knew that from the times he and Master Devon had visited and stayed overnight in the past. “There’s a den and stuff down there, too. A sitting room. A back porch.” He was pretty cognizant with the main floor. “We should sit down and decide how we’re going to renovate. I have ideas, but I’ll need a full tour first.”

“Yeah. It’s a big house. Two masters, six bedrooms, seven bathrooms. It’s like a nutty huge thing.”

“Lots of room for us, then.” Peter beamed at Maxie.

“Yeah. You’ll be all reorganizing and stuff,” Max accused.

“Renovating. I won’t do anything without everybody’s approval, I swear.”

Max opened the door and kissed him. “Not worried. Come on in.”

The sitting room had a huge old couch, a TV, and bookshelves. Oh, Devon would love this.

“It’s so comfortable and homey,” Peter noted.

“It is. We spend a lot of time just being here.”

Peter could see how happy that made Maxie and it made him fiercely happy that his best friend had this now. Even more that he and his master got to be a part of it.

“So, show me the bed and stuff?” Peter asked.

“Sure.” The bedroom was huge, the bed a giant four-poster with equally big chifforobe and dressers.

“Wow. This is like the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.” Laughing, Peter sat on it, bouncing.

“Yeah, right? Good thing ’cause there’s lots of us.”

“Yeah.” He pulled Max to him and took a kiss, just happy.

They stripped the bed, playing and laughing as they did. The work seemed so much easier with a friend to help and in no time they had clean sheets on the bed, along with extra pillows. And Max was looking at him like he wanted to muss everything up again in the best way they could imagine.
Max helped him find places in the bathroom for their toothbrushes, outlets for phones and Kindles and iPads. Every now and then, they shared a touch, a kiss. Peter could tell Max was as aroused as he was.

“Boys? Are you being naughty?” Swan called from downstairs.

Maxie giggled. “No! We’re doing our chores, I swear.”

“We totally are. It’s fun, huh? Being together.”

Maxie nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Totally.”

Devon and Swan came into the room and Swan’s eyebrow went up. “I’ve never seen you so aroused from doing your chores, baby boy.”

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come... and play

Window Dressing now out!

Window Dressing is now out. This one is a holiday story for All Romance Ebook's Bound to be Naughty series.

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?

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smutty excerpt:

"You have a fireplace. I'm jealous." Finn was clearly doing great for himself.

"You can snuggle in front of mine any time you want."

"Flirt." He loved how Finn just offered, though, like it was nothing.

"I'd like to do a lot more than flirt." Finn stopped in place and turned to face him. "And I've been wanting to do this all evening." Bending to him, Finn brought their mouths together.

The kiss wasn't burn-him-down-to-the-ground hot, but had a steady warmth that grew, filled him.

Finn's tongue licked at his lips like a flame for just a moment before Finn pulled away. "Let's get that fire lit."

Jared nodded and watched as Finn bent to the logs, strong and fine, with broad shoulders, thick hair. He was beautiful. The fire in the hearth started. That wasn't the only fire in the room either.

Jared shivered, watching with wide eyes as the man who got away walked closer. He began breathing faster, everything in him anticipating whatever happened next. Cupping his face, Finn brought their mouths together. Oh. Jared breathed out, tongue sliding into Finn's lips. Finn sucked on his tongue, then pushed into his mouth, the taste just like what he remembered.

Finn's hands, though, those were better. Those were like heaven. Finn rubbed Jared's cheeks with his thumbs, the other fingers burning against his head as they massaged his scalp. They touched him like there wasn't anything else they'd rather do, like there was no other option.

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.

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come... and play

New Holiday Stories

I have four holiday stories coming this December. Here is a preview.

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?

Currently on pre-order, will be available for download/sale on December 1
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Unto Us The Time Has Come

Last Christmas, Kenn Greyson gave husband Chris Martenson an ultimatum—spend more time with the family or we’re leaving. He never expected Chris’s reply would be “then leave,” but that’s exactly what happened, and Boxing Day took on a whole new meaning.

Separated for nearly a year now, both men are miserable apart, and coping the best they can for the kids’ sake. With Christmas just around the corner, a new conflict arises: neither man is willing to forego Christmas morning with their children.  Chris finally suggests they spend the holiday together at the house and, to his shock, Kenn agrees.

Armed with the knowledge that he’s been a stubborn idiot, but that perhaps he can change and begin to repair their relationship, Chris takes steps to win his husband back. He just hopes he can get Kenn on the same page before Santa comes down the chimney on Christmas Eve.

This book is a part of Dreamspinner's Advent Calendar and therefore will be available in it, and also on it's own at Dreamspinner, and the distributors.



Comfort and Joy

Lawson Sanders has been forced to take some time off at Christmas as he’s been working through holidays and doing overtime on the job while his husband has been deployed. He finds it easier to ignore the loneliness if he’s busy. He’s filling the time with Charity work—wrapping presents, serving food, anything that will keep him busy this Christmas.

Steven Ford’s been working as an army field nurse overseas for the last two years. He’s gotten used to barking out orders and not being home. He’s just mustered out though and is home to surprise his husband Lawson just in time for the holidays.

Just before Steven left, this Dom and sub officially got married, but they never got a honeymoon and now they need to rediscover how they fit together. Can Steven and Lawson regain what they’ve been missing for the last two years and reconnect for Christmas?

This one will be available on December 1 from Resplendence and at the distributors shortly after that.

Five Golden Beads

When kinky gifts begin arriving, Shay knows it’s time for a visit from his very own special elf.

Once a year, from Christmas Eve to New Year’s Eve, Shay gets a visit from one of Santa’s elves. Their magical time together might only last a week, but Shay anticipates it the entire year and throws himself wholeheartedly into the kink-filled week. The only way it could be better would be if Harper could stay longer.

When November rolls around again and the kinky gifts start arriving, Shay can only hope that he’s been a good enough boy this year to be granted more time with the elf he loves. Will Santa be able to deliver this year?

It will be available on December 11 at Changeling.


So those are the new Christmas stories this year. I'll do a post later about Christmas stories past and of course, Smutty Advent is coming! Look for that starting on December 1.

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play