Smutterday - Winter Boys: Tommy

So technically it's not Saturday anymore, but here's a smutty excerpt anyway - I'm pretty sure no one is going to complain ;)  Winter Boys: Tommy will be available on Kobo and Amazon on September 10 (you can pre-order them now - link below) and will be on KU for a limited run on September 11.

Winter Boys: Tommy

Meet the Winter boys – Todd, Tommy and Troy. Can these triplets each find their happily ever after?

Tommy is a cop in Ottawa. He likes his job a lot because he enjoys helping people. It doesn’t leave him a lot of time to meet guys, though, as he often takes extra shifts to help out the officers on the job who have families. All that changes, though, when an old academy friend gives him a call and asks him to check in on the ex-husband of a famous actress.

Ian Fitzhugh loves his life. He married his best friend and they had three children together before she hit it big as an actress. They’re both now out and happy, and Ian has custody of the kids in Ottawa while Elaine lives the Hollywood life. Unfortunately, that life includes stalkers, and when Elaine’s discovers her ex and their kids in Ottawa, Ian isn’t ready for the ramifications of losing their quiet life.

Tommy and Ian feel an attraction immediately, but Elaine’s stalker isn’t going to give them time to gradually get to know each other. Instead, they’re thrown into a trial by fire. Can they find their way through the danger to each other?

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Smutty Excerpt

“I am. Interested, I mean.” More than a little interested.

Ian looked up at him. “I am too.”

He smiled and swayed a little, leaning in toward Ian.

Ian’s lips parted, those light eyes shining. Oh, that was pretty. Tommy kept moving forward until their lips met in a gentle kiss. Oh. Oh, how sweet. The kiss was slow and lazy, their lips clinging. When their lips parted, he licked his own, then dipped back in to lick at Ian’s.

Ian turned and kneeled tall on the sofa to push into their kisses. Humming, he straightened, and these new kisses were even better. Tommy slid his arms around Ian’s waist.

The lean man fit so well against him, solid and warm, the kisses beginning to deepen.

He slid one hand up to cup the side of Ian’s head, tilting it slightly for a better angle. Ian sighed softly, then moaned into his lips and relaxed into his touch.

He lost himself in the kisses, in sharing them with Ian. It had been a while since he’d had so much as a date and this felt really good. Maybe better than usual even, although that could have been because it was a while since he’d done this. No, he was choosing to believe it was because it was really that good with Ian.

Ian kissed him like he was exploring, like he was happy to be discovered in return. Tommy hummed into the kiss as it slowly heated him. This was better than any steak or lemon cake could ever be.

He walked around the sofa, barely breaking the kiss to move to where he could sit down and pull Ian onto his lap. Ian straddled him easily, and he turned his head up to keep the kisses going, sliding his hands up and down along Ian’s back. He could feel Ian’s warmth through his clothing and suddenly wanted to touch skin.

Humming, he tugged briefly at Ian’s shirt, wordlessly asking if this was okay.

Ian groaned and nodded, sitting back to pull the shirt off, exposing a lean, surprisingly muscled chest.

“Pretty.” He was immediately drawn to the little pink nipples. He touched one, the little bit of flesh tightening immediately. It made him groan and instead of going back for another kiss, he leaned and wrapped his lips around Ian’s right nipple. He ran his tongue along Ian’s aureole, then flicked at the little bit of flesh that stood out using just the tip. It seemed to get even harder and he closed his lips around just it, sucking lightly. He kept his hands around Ian’s waist, opening and closing.

“Oh. Oh God. Tell me this isn’t a dream, Tom.” Ian’s fingers were shaking as they brushed through his hair.

“Best dream ever if it is.” 

Sean

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Throwback Thursday

I was all set to do a Random Friday post when I realized that it was actually Friday.

So, Throwback Thursday it is!

How about Bent - the very first Hammer story I wrote. It came in at 120,000 words, and it would have been double that except I had a deadline and had to stop writing. Then Billy and Tanny showed up and this one book was suddenly a huge series with the most wonderfully noisy bunch of characters...

BTW, when I searched "bent sean michael" before it gives me my resutls, it asks did I mean "beat sean michael." I suppose that's appropriate ;)

Bent

Marcus knows Jim is his minutes after meeting the snarly, jumpy ex-professor at the local bookstore. He thinks Jim is a natural submissive, someone who needs order and discipline in his life to help with Jim's anxiety and bad health habits. So Marcus decides to pursue Jim relentlessly, because even if Jim's mouth is saying no, his body is saying yes.

There's a lot more to Jim than meets the eye, and Marcus will have to be careful. Jim knows what it means to lose everything, knows what it's like to be without friends or family. Jim feels broken, and knowing that he likes the kinds of weird things Marcus wants to do to him only makes him scared that he's losing his mind.

Their chemistry is so real, so genuine, that Jim lets Marcus wear him down, lets Marcus take control. Eventually, his trust grows, allowing them to enter into the BDSM lifestyle together, learning about each other every day, with every scene. Jim is still uncertain sometimes, though, and he thinks Marcus might just want him because he's cracked. Can this top and bottom pair find a way to understand their wants and needs, and make a life that works for them alone?

You can buy it at Amazon.


Sean
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Book Day Wednesday

Sand and Heat is a fantasy BDSM that follows slaveboy Feyer as his old master who indulged him greatly dies and he's given to a new master. It's been a long time since this one was out and I'm pleased to have re-puublillshed it! I've shared the first story of the book - I promise Feyer gets his HEA! Look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday.

Desert dweller Feyer has just been sold to a new Raya, or lord, and he's not thrilled about it. At least until Amut takes Feyer in hand, turning his world inside out. Feyer finally finds his place in Amut's world, though, learning to love his new master, needing to please him in all ways. Sand and Heat brings five tales of Feyer's life, and the desert sun isn't the only heat generated by these steamy stories. Amut is a sensual master with prodigious appetites, and Feyer was made to serve him. 

This classic Sean Michael will give you a meltdown with these adventurous tales!

Originally released as Taste Test: Sand and Heat by another publisher.

Buy links:

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Amazon

Excerpt:

The Old Raya

It wasn't even noon yet and already it was hot. Even the thick stones of his raya's palace were no match for the sun's harsh rays during summer. Feyer sighed and lazily waved a hand. One of the boys ran forward and began to fan him.

He stretched out at the foot of the bed, skin gleaming with sweet oil and sweat, and shook his head, letting his hair fall behind him. Numi, on his knees in front of their raya, feeding the old man small bites of lychee fruit, glanced and him and licked his lips. It made Feyer smile and shift his hips, legs falling open, hand draped elegantly along his hip.

He looked good.

With the heat, he wore nothing but his armbands and his markings, bronze and gold along his arms and by his eyes, bright and shining against his skin. His kohl-stained eyelids were the same color as his hair. He was perfect. The raya had said so more than once. And well he should be: he had been chosen, made into the perfect bodyslave at a young age.

The old man, skin as wrinkled and dry as Feyer's was smooth and oiled grunted and waved Numi away. The black-eyed boy left the tray of fruit at Feyer's side and murmured quietly. "He had no more than two bites."

Feyer nodded. Their raya had been eating less and less, the heat bothering him more this year than others. Feyer would feed the old man himself. Taking a fruit, he ate it slowly, letting the juices flow from the corner of his mouth. He moaned softly, eyes slanting toward his raya. The old man's eyes were on him.

He took another fruit and placed it between his lips and then crawled up the bed, the white silk soft beneath his hands and knees. He climbed over the raya, brushing against the man, letting the fingers of one hand trail up from ankle to hip, wrapping around the mostly flaccid cock.

Pressing his lips to his raya's, he passed the fruit. The old man laughed weakly, but ate.

He smiled and moved back down the frail body, sliding the slim shaft into his mouth.

He tongued and sucked the flesh, bringing it slowly to life, twitch by slow twitch. It took longer now than it used to, and he'd been at it quite awhile, the old man's cock still not fully hard when gnarled fingers dropped onto his head, brushing through his hair and tugging him off.

"My Raya?"

"I'm tired and old. You cannot make stone pour blood."

He protested. "No. No, my Raya, there is plenty of blood left in you."

"I m too old and it is too hot. Come sit by me, let me look on your beauty as you pleasure yourself."

Pouting, he nodded. 

He reached first for the tray of fruits. "Will you at least continue eating, my Raya?"

The old man's chuckles turned to coughing and Feyer frowned, worry filling him.

"You all fuss over me like old women."

"You are our Raya, our Master." 

The old man's hand slid along his cheek and Feyer nuzzled into the touch. 

A soft kiss was placed on his forehead and then his raya lay back among his pillows. "Entertain me, my boy."

Feyer kissed the hand that clothed and fed him and did as he was bid. His hands traveled over his own body. The oil was slick beneath his fingers, making his soft skin even softer. Moaning, he let his raya hear his pleasure. He took his time, fingers moving over every part of himself. Displaying his beauty, he made the little noises he knew his raya loved. 

His own hand was warm, familiar and comfortable around his erection and at last he came. "My Raya!"

The air seemed cooler now, a hint of breeze carrying with it the promise that summer would pass them by and leave the rains behind. He waited for the words of praise, for his raya to speak of the pleasure he took in watching Feyer's passion.

The silence hurt and he raised his head. A soft smile turned up the corners of his raya's lips, the dark eyes staring. Feyer offered a smile and raised his hand to his face, licking delicately at his own seed. The expression on the old man's face did not change.

"My Raya?" His whisper was a trembling echo of his earlier cry and he put his hand on the old man, shaking him, but his raya's stare remained unbroken, his body still.

Feyer laid his cheek over the old man's heart, eyes closing on tears; there was only silence there.

 

Sean

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Throwback Thursday

The Mannies Inc series all started with a little book called... Mannies Incorporated. I have added a new book to the series every year since and have enjoyed the heck out of it.  They do not need to be read in order as each story is stand alone, although the Mannies Inc company refered to in most of the subsequent books comes from the end of the original book.

The newest in the series - Composing a Family - can be found at the bottom of this post.

Mannies Incorporated

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.

Available at Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon.

A Family of His Own

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.

Available at Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon

And Manny Makes Seven

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?

Available at Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon

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?

Available at Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon.

Making it Work

Parker has been Manny to Grif and Blue’s kids ever since the twins were first born. Fourteen years later, he’s caring for five kids and Grif is now a widower. Everything is about to change again for Park and his charges, though, as Grif is marrying a man with three girls of his own and the new family is moving to a big house they’ve built just outside of Ottawa.

Rand has been with his family since fifteen-year-old Josie was little, and he now finds himself transplanted from Austin, Texas to Ottawa, Canada when his charges’ father, Mike, marries Grif. Coming to a new house in a new country with a new blended family, he’s determined to make sure that even though they’ve been uprooted, his girls still have everything they want and need.

What could go wrong?

Park and Rand’s styles as mannies couldn’t be more different, the kids all hate each other on sight, and the newlywed fathers are busy honeymooning. It seems pretty clear the whole situation is a recipe for disaster. Can everyone find their place in this brand new family, including both mannies? And will Park and Rand ever see eye to eye on anything? The answer surprises even them.

Available at Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon.

Composing a Family

Tenor Abriole has just finished his stint as nanny for the Wilsons. He was with the family for twenty-one years, ever since he was eighteen. Now he’s looking for a new family, but finding that at thirty-nine, many people think he’s too old, and those who don’t think that’s a problem are balking at the fact that he’s a man, or that he’s gay, or both. He finally turns to Mannies Inc. for help finding a new position.

Daniel Thorpe is a well-known composer who lives and breathes music. He very much wants to be a father, so he goes the surrogate route, and winds up with triplets on the way. He turns to Mannies Inc. well before his girls are born, but so far has not been happy with any of the men who have applied, until Tenor shows up for an interview. Tenor’s experience being nanny to five children, as well as the fact that he stayed with a single family that long are both pluses in Daniel’s book.

Could it be that Tenor is the last note Daniel needs to compose his greatest work yet – his family?

Available at Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon.


Sean
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Contest Winner and Wicked Gift URL

Thank you to everyone who asked if I could put Wicked Gift up on Evil PLot Bunny for purchase. It is here.

And the winner of an ebook copy of Protection Detail is Xanthe Anderson. Please email me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com and let me know what file type you would like - pdf, epub or moby.








Crazy busy with deadlines right now. Will get back to smutty adventing soon!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutty Advent - Day 4

For Day 4 I'm sharing a smutty excerpt from one of my Christmas stories. I love writing holiday stories and Wicked Gift was no exception. This threesome came together for me beautifully.

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.

Available at Amazon.

If you'd like to pick up a copy but don't use Amazon, let me know and I'll make it available on Evil Plot Bunny (pdf, epub and mobi files) asap.

Smutty Excerpt:

Swan pulled Alec's robe off and kissed his shoulder. "Look at your beautiful lover."

Kono opened his arms, and he went, taking a long, soft kiss.

"Mmm. That's almost too pretty to intrude on." Swan climbed up behind him, though, rubbing against him. "Almost..." Swan's fingers tugged the clamps on his nipples, so lightly, making him gasp. "You're going to do more than just watch this week, baby."

He met Kono's dark eyes, and his lover smiled, stroking his hair. "Breathe, Alec."

He could feel Swan's breath on his neck, the heat of the man incredible. "You're edible, Alec. This week is your gift to Kono -- and to me, really -- but it's a better gift with you involved."

"Oh, God." He started moving, just barely, rocking between them.

"That's it, Alec. We're both right here -- take what you need." Swan's voice was like really good whiskey.

"I've never seen you come so hard, Alec. You were so beautiful." Kono's soft words made him moan.

Swan's kisses peppered across his shoulders, and he could feel the heat of the man's cock against his ass. He moaned at the promise of that heavy prick. Kono fucked him rarely, if ever, and the idea of being filled by something other than his own fingers made him dizzy.

The lips on his shoulders were warm, soft, and made promises he hoped to god Swan could keep. Kono kissed him, soft and sweet, and then he was offered that long, sweet throat, the hot spots there. He couldn't have resisted that offer, even if he'd wanted to. Which he most certainly did not.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Christmas in July!

I do miss winter and thought I'd bring Christmas into the heat of summer. I've got 20 titles on sale at Amazon. These are all 40-60% off!

A New Way to Dance - 50% off

Fine as Frog Hair - 40% off

Where Flows the Water - 50% off

All three Fairytale Shifter stories are 66% off

Rapunzel - 66% off

Beauty and the Beast - 66% off

Little Red Riding Hood - 66% off

Velvet Quartet - 50% off

Anything for a Byline - 40% off

Velvet Song - 66% off

Making it Work - 50% off

Bent - 50% off

Brush and Whip - 66% off

Pack and Mate - 66% off

Christmas Homecoming - 66% off

Christmas Auction - 66% off 

Christmas Angel - 66% off

Top Bidder - 66% off

Twas the Night - 66% off

Need for Sale - 66% off

Wicked Gift - 66% off

Merry Christmas!  (In July)

Sean
smut fixes everything

Book Day Wednesday - A New Way to Dance

I have several new books this week, so  thought I'd split them out into their own posts.

First off is my newest self-pub. This one is a novel and is set in Ottawa! And I love the cover. There's a short excerpt here (there's a longer one on the Evil Plot Bunny link for the book) and I will do a smutty one on Saturday :)

A New Way to Dance

Dancer Seth Avery has it all. He’s at the top of his game as a dancer and he’s in love with famous dance director Fayden DelMonaco, the man who is his sub. Seth’s whole world is turned upside down when Fayden dumps him in the nastiest and most public way possible. To compound matters, he’s in near fatal car crash shortly thereafter that leaves him severely injured.

Brook Turner is an ex-lawyer turned micro-brewer, baby-brother of Seth’s best friend Lizzie. The two met briefly before Seth’s accident, but it’s when they meet again six years later that they get a chance to act on the attraction they’d initially felt.

With Brook’s help, Seth begins to heal not only from his residual physical injuries, but also from the emotional ones inflicted by Fayden. Will it be enough to keep the two of them together?

Join Seth and Brooke as they find a new way to dance together.

buy links:

Evil Plot Bunny

Amazon

Excerpt:

Seth woke up confused, warm and snuggled into another body. He didn’t sleep with other people.

The warm hand on his hip patted gently.

Oh. Oh, Brook. That had been… an amazing evening.

That pat came again. “Shh. Sleeping.”

“Sleeping.” He hummed and tried to decide whether to curl in or get up. Brook was so warm.

“No thinking. It’s too early.”

He chuckled at that and went for curl in and snuggle. The freezing rain was still falling; he could hear it.

Brook threw a leg over him. The pressure and heat felt amazing and he was sleeping again.

He woke up the second time to the sensation of warm suction on his right nipple, making it ache.

“Thought we were sleeping?”

“Slept a long time; got hungry.”

Seth chuckled. “Am I tasty?”

“Very.” Brook sounded happy, satisfied.

He hadn’t woken up like this… ever.

Brook rolled them together, his prick rubbing.

He reached down, stroking Brook’s fine shaft with one fingertip, petting the thin skin.

Groaning around his nipple, Brook pushed into his touch.

It was still dark, even though it had to be morning, and he took advantage of the quiet, the gloom, just touching.

“Been too long since I woke up with someone in my bed.”

“Mmmhmm.” Years. It had been years for him.

Sean 

smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Beginning to Believe

Here is a smutty excerpt from my latest self-pub Beginning to Believe.

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?

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology and as a stand alone by a different publisher.

Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Ty got up and came over to him, kneeling next to the chair.

"May I?" Tyler asked, hand hovering above his legs.

Kit stomach wrenched, the look of those hands near his skin so hot, so unexpected. "Yeah. Yes."

Ty touched the stumps, fingers tracing the heavy scars. "Can you feel this? Where does it hurt?"

"I... Yes. I can. I... It aches inside -- just from having stood on them." His voice was husky, eyes fastened on those hands. Oh, God. God.

The light touches became firmer, massaging gently. "Does this help?" Ty asked, looking up at him.

"Uh-huh." He shivered, almost gasping. He was going to die. Right here. Right now. And it would be worth it.

"Good. It's the least I can do, seeing as it's my fault you were out making them ache in the first place." Tyler just kept massaging his stumps, eyes smiling up at him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Oh... Ty..." Kit leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against those lips, shaking.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Ty asked, one hand leaving its massage to stroke across his cheek.

"No. Oh God, no. I just... It feels so good, so... real." He was fighting tears, fighting the wave of need that poured over him.

"It is real, Kit." Ty leaned forward, the hand on his cheek guiding his head down. "I want to kiss you again."

"Please." He whispered the word against Ty's lips, watching those amazing eyes.

Ty's tongue licked his lips, parting them just enough for that tongue to slide in as their mouths pressed together. His eyes closed, a single tear escaping as he melted, moaning into the kiss. Tyler's hand was still on one of his stumps, fingers just stroking now as one kiss slid into another and then another.

So good, so sweet. Kit whimpered, hands sliding into Ty's hair, thumbs rubbing Ty's cheeks. Ty tilted his head slightly, turning the kisses deeper.

He fell into the kisses, body thrumming, need coursing through him. Oh, if they didn't stop, he was going to come. Right here. Ty just kept on kissing him, tongue stroking and playing with his own, one hand still on his leg, caressing from the top of his thigh on down to his stump, over and over again.

His balls tightened and Kit pulled back, forehead resting on Tyler's. "You... you're going to make me come, Ty. I'm sorry. It's just... It's been a long time."

"Oh, man, it must have been if you're ready to come from a few kisses." Those eyes watched him as the hand on his leg slid up to cup his erection through his shorts. "Let me help take the edge off..."

Kit whimpered, body jerking, hips shifting toward the touch. Oh, dear God. Please. Good.

Ty brought their lips back together again, tongue sliding into his mouth as that warm hand pushed past the waistband of his shorts and wrapped around his prick. He cried out into Ty's lips, body moving instinctively, hungry for sensation, wanting this so badly. Ty hummed into his mouth, hand hot and tight around his cock, finding a quick pace.

It didn't take any time, none at all, but it was sweeter than honeycomb, lights bright and sparkling behind his eyes as he came.

Ty kept kissing him, hand moving slow and sweet now, drawing the sensations out. Kit started shaking, overwhelmed, stunned.

Sean

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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?

Buy links:

Evil Plot Bunny

Amazon 

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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Book Day Wednesday

Where Flows the Water is set in the Windbrothers' world. This one takes place many moons earlier than the Windbrothers: Desert novel. It's the story of two men who are destined to be together, but they have a few bumps on the way.  Quan and Jael were so much fun to write. Quan is one of my first 'grumpy' characters. Oh, and I love the new cover!

There's a work-safe excerpt on this post. There will be a smutty excerpt on Saturday!

The water flows to Quan, a mage in search of the most important thing a mage can find; his protector and life partner. Quan knows his mate is out there somewhere, even though he's beginning to despair ever finding that elusive person after all his years of needing.

Young tribesman Jael is Quan's other half, but he doesn't know it yet. Where Flows the Water explores the relationship between these two very different men as they meet and begin to build something lasting and necessary, aided by physical closeness that scorches with its intensity.

Jael resists Quan for as long as he can, wanting a normal life with a wife and children. He can only fight the winds so long, though, and eventually he comes to accept that Quan may just be his life, and his love. When the two finally get it right, they connect, and it's them against the world, which sometimes seems determined to tear them apart.

Set in a fantasy world as complex as it is interesting, Where Flows the Water showcases a place where magic is a part of the everyday world in hundreds of small ways, and where love knows few boundaries, if only the stubborn can see.

Check out this Sean Michael classic, set in the Windbrothers’ world.

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Excerpt:

Jael heard the scream only a heartbeat before he heard the infuriated roar of the bear. Sernes whinnied and stamped and then they were off, moving through the forest at a breakneck speed, wind and sound and excitement plummeting him forward.

His throwing knives were in his hand, rahat readied at his side. The huge brown animal had someone treed -- Jael didn't have the time or inclination to be curious as to who yet, as he wheeled Sernes around to aim the first volley of knives. The first knife sliced through the thick fur, but was easily brushed away. The second and third found their marks, burying deep into the thick, ropy muscle of the bear's shoulder. The fourth knife was slapped from the air by a huge paw, the beast turning and roaring furiously. Sernes bucked, screaming shrilly into the air, the smell and vicinity of the bear more than her training could take. Jael managed to throw one more knife as he leapt from her back and began swinging his rahat on a strong, thin mara-silk rope, looking for a wounding blow that would keep him out of range of those claws and teeth. Time slowed, became thick and heavy like good honey on a winter morning. It was always like this, on a good hunt, during the battle -- thick and slow and his heart beat so steady and strong and he could see everything and...

There!

The bear shifted, one arm moving to strike and he let the blades fly, crowing as they sank deep, piercing organ and flesh and bone. With a tug, the blades came free, blood pouring from the bear, weakening it in steady pulses. Jael circled, keeping the dying animal's attention, watching for the killing blow. He disliked when they suffered and prided himself on a clean, quick kill. It was his fondest wish that his prey appeared, surprised and still running, in the green fields of the Land of Summer, still believing themselves in their native woods.

It took only two more blows before the bear fell to the ground, its spirit slipping from its meat and pelt. Jael leaned down and slit the throat before the heart stilled, repeating the motion on the thick pad of flesh below his thumb. He watched as both fluids fell and fed the earth, one dead and one living. As it should be.

As he became aware of his surroundings once more, he realized the screaming hadn't stopped. The man, for it appeared to indeed be a man, who had been treed, was still quite a ways up, crying and screeching and begging for the moon to save him. Jael tilted his head. "You! Up there! It's dead. You can stop now. You hurt?"

Whoever the man was, he wasn't from here -- not with that accent and those clothes. Maybe from the big water or perhaps the tribes by the white mountains. "Dead? Hurt? Yes! Yes, I'm hurt. For the love of the moon, get me down!"

"Where are you hurt?" Jael slipped the rahat into its customary place, climbing easily up the takava. He loved these trees, they smelled like the candies from the Feast days -- minty and spicy and warm.

"Where?" The man was still half-shrieking, half-yelling, panic clear in his voice. "What does it matter where? I am bleeding to death and we are discussing wound placement."

"In my experience, people lose their voices long before they lose their last drop of blood. You must be safe."

"I'm hanging perilously from a tree. I am most assuredly not safe!" The panic in the man's voice had faded somewhat, replaced by indignation.

"Perilously?" Jael frowned and shrugged, holding one hand up towards the man. He didn't look like he was bleeding to death, but he definitely looked unhappy. "Well, come on then. If you don't like being up here, let's go down."

Blue eyes that were almost green, unlike any he'd ever seen before, stared down at him: first at his hand and then the ground and then into his face. "On second thought, maybe I'll just stay where I am."

"Stay? But you said..." Jael blinked and frowned. Maybe the odd man really was wounded. He reached out again, more insistent. "Come now. Falling out of the tree would hurt."

"Yes, I'm sure it would." The man wrapped his arms more firmly around the trunk. "That's why I'll stay right where I am. As long as I keep talking I won't bleed to death, right? That is what you said."

"I did not. I said you couldn't talk if..." He sighed and whistled for Sernes, sliding back down the trunk with a mental shrug. He'd give the man a moment; perhaps he was frightening. He didn't think he was particularly threatening, but he had just killed a bear alone. Oh, Naki would have to be impressed by this. Have to. He pulled his blade as his feet hit the ground, heading for his kill. "You want some of the meat? You did find it, after all."

"Wait! Where are you going? You can't just leave me here!"

Sean

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Smutterday - Bus Stories

Bus Stories is a reprint, now out as a self-pub.

The image of two men spark six different scenarios in this Sean Michael classic.

Jonathon and Benny get on the bus separately, but are clearly together as Benny wears a tattoo on his neck that is the exact match for Jonathon’s scarring. What follows are six short stories that each explore a different tale of why they got on the bus and where they go from there.

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology and released as a stand-alone by a different publisher.

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Smutty Excerpt:

He went and crouched down in front of J, watching from up close. He loved how all those muscles worked together.

J grinned at him when he came up, kissing his chin. "Taste good."

Then J went back down.

Benny slid his hands over J's knees, waiting for him to come up again.

J's entire body rippled when he sat back up, tiny little nipples hard, entire body gleaming in the lamplight. Nobody was really expecting him to hold back now, were they? J knew, he just had to, that there was no way he was going to be able to resist touching.

Blue eyes -- blue enough that he'd thought they were contacts. Nobody but J had those eyes -- flashed at him, teasing.

 Benny grinned back and slid his hand along the tight, flexing muscles, loving the feel of them under his hand as J worked them: hard and hot and slick with J's sweat.

The next time J came up, one hand cupped Benny’s neck and pulled him into a hard, quick kiss that made his knees weak -- which was probably cool because he was kneeling, but still -- damn. Then J went back down again. Benny let his hand move up, flicking across one of those small nipples before going back down to the rippling stomach muscles.

Three more sit-ups, each one with a hard kiss, and then J collapsed backwards. Panting, arms up over his head, naked and sweaty and not quite hard -- fuck but his J was something else.

All those firm, thick muscles, the long body that just went on and on... J was everything Benny wasn't. He laid himself out on top of J, resting their lips together.

J's eyes were bright, fucking bright against the purple beach towel that he used to work out on. His tongue crept out, stroked against the corner of Benny's mouth.

Benny smiled. J had forgiven him enough for this. It was gonna be okay. He moved his lips against J's, the stud in his lip rubbing between them. J didn't deepen it, didn't move really -- just sort of came down from whatever adrenaline high he was on as they shared breath.

Benny loved this, loved lying on his J-mattress. It was warm and hardbutsoft and it made him hard but it wasn't urgent, it was just good.

A half-dozen times J took a breath to talk, or he did, but they didn't. They just didn't. The music just kept playing, one loud, driving song after another.

Benny finally couldn't take the stillness anymore and wriggled, rubbing himself against J, wishing he'd taken his clothes off. But the lights were on and J was so hot and hard and he was just... scrawny and pale.

"Lose the shirt, Benny."

"Yeah, okay." He got up and went and turned the light off and then shimmied out of his clothes, kicking away his shoes and letting everything else just drop on the floor where he was standing. Then he was back on top of J, groaning happily as all that hot skin pressed against him.

"You worried the neighbors are gonna see you still?" One of J's hands still down his back, cupped his ass. He half shrugged, most of his attention on the sensation of J's skin against his own, the large, hot hand on his ass. J's fingers were tickling, running along the crease where his butt cheek met his leg. "Love this spot. Feels good."

Benny pushed back against J's fingers, trying to make the touch harder. The motions rubbed his cock along J's stomach and he groaned. Shit, J felt so good. J chuckled, kept up the light, easy touches. Benny could feel J's cock -- hotter than the rest of him, even -- nudging against his thigh, sort of poking and just making its presence known.

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday - Post 2

I know it came out a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't get a chance to do a book day post for the latest Fairytale Shifter book. Little Red Riding Hood is a brand new self-pub.

Cardinal shifter Red works his tailfeathers off as a waiter at The Woods. He doesn’t mind working hard at the diner, but some of the customers have mean streaks and he’s an easy target. When wolf shifter Growler comes in one day for his lunch, he’s immediately taken by Red and even defends him from the porcine bullies giving Red a hard time.

Red’s boss Reisha warns him about getting together with Growler. The guy is a wolf and Red’s kind are nothing but a light snack to wolves. Still, Red likes to make up his own mind, and sometimes a little danger is fun to flirt with, especially if it gets him what he needs, so when Growler offers to give him a ride on his motorcycle, Red is quick to accept.

Predator and prey usually make uneasy bedfellows, but that doesn’t seem to be the case for Red and Growler. Will they be able to fly in the face of convention and find the perfect nest together?

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Sean
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Sneak Peek Sunday

Coming this week - a brand new book in the Fairytale Shifters sereis!

Look for Little Red Riding Hood this week!

Sean
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Smutterday - Two Howls

Two Howls

Max is on the run, but is he running from his past, or toward his future? Only Ulf knows… 

Werewolf Max knows desiring males is wrong, but he can't help himself. When his pack nearly kills him in an attempt to cleanse him, Max runs. Jumping on his motorcycle, he heads north.

Ulf has lived on his own in the wilds of Northern Ontario for a long time. When he catches the scent of a stranger in his territory, he’s angry at first, until he realizes that Max is more than just another werewolf. They’re mates.

Ulf must make Max believe that two males can be mates, but just as he’s about to succeed, Max's past catches up with him. Will the home they've been hoping to build together be lost for good?

Originally released with another publisher.

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Smutty Excerpt:

“Come on, Max. Bring me your man.”

His ear was tugged, and like Ulf had pulled his human free, he lost his fur, shifting in a rush.

He shivered, but Ulf wrapped around him, body hot, warming him. The slide of skin on skin was an addiction, his cock coming to life all of a sudden.

“You see?” Ulf’s mouth covered his, tongue pushing in.

Yes. No. He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure he had enough sense to care. Ulf’s tongue woke up all sorts of things inside him.

One hand wrapped around his hip and tugged him closer, even as he tried to hide evidence of his erection from Ulf. But he couldn’t, it knocked up against Ulf, who was also hard.

Ulf’s growl sounded happy, satisfied to the bone. The hand on his hip slipped down to grab his ass and he was pulled in even tighter. Then Ulf rolled atop him, hips rocking as they slid together.

One of his hands was grabbed, tugged up over his head and held there as Ulf devoured him. He cried out—not from fear, but from wild need.

“Yes.” Ulf growled, the sound settling right in his balls. “Give me your need.”

Max shook his head from side to side, his balls tight.

A sharp bite split his lower lip, Ulf then soothing the hurt, sucking on it as the rocking of their hips intensified. Max couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped him any more than he could stop the leaking of his cock.

Ulf’s mouth moved, sliding on his jaw, down to his neck. The sharp teeth threatened, then sank into his skin, the mark of claiming clear. Max arched, seed spraying from him, spreading between them.

Ulf sucked for a moment longer before moving down Max’s body to lap up his come. The act, so unbelievably erotic, had him twisting, sobbing out his need.

When Ulf was done, he took Max’s cock into the heat of his mouth, lips tight around it. It was more than anyone could ask, to not buck up, hips driving his still-erect prick into that perfect suction. Ulf’s fingers slid over his balls, tugged them gently and the suction grew fiercer, the head of his cock squeezed by Ulf’s throat as the man swallowed.

“Please.” Max reached down, his feet kicking restlessly.

Ulf came off and kissed his way back up to Max’s mouth. “I want you, pup.”

He nodded, utterly overwhelmed, caught in his pleasure and his orgasm.

Ulf’s knees opened Max’s legs, spreading them as Ulf’s kisses consumed him. He swallowed, groaned as Ulf stole his breath. Ulf’s fingers were busy, sliding on his body. He was touched everywhere, and his nipples pinched. That little sting seemed huge, burning through him.

Ulf’s fingers continued on, stroking Max’s belly and cock before tugging on his balls. They ached for more, but Ulf moved on. Max yipped softly, the sound pure wolf. Ulf swallowed his noises, fingers pressing back to his ass and touching his hole.

Oh. Oh, he… Max froze, caught in indecision.

Ulf’s teeth caught his lower lip again, sinking in as the big fingers pressed against him. The pain focused him, found him rolling his hips and taking Ulf inside. One finger breached him, slid into him like it belonged there.

He stared into Ulf’s eyes, and he could see himself reflected there.

“Mine,” Ulf whispered, finger going deep before sliding out again. Then in all the way.

His entire body felt that simple touch, to the bone. The rhythm was undeniable, in and out again, then in and out again, time after time.

Sean

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