Mashing Out at the Distributors!

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

Beer & Clay: Mashing

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

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

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

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

Distributor buy links:
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Amazon


smutty excerpt:

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

“Yes. Yes, it’s so filling.”

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

“It’s great.” Damon was great.

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

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

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

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

Damon’s foot just kept moving up higher.

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

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

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

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

“Damon…”

“Yes, baby?”

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

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

“Eat your stew.”

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

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

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

“You’re…” He started giggling.

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

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

“Yes—loved on! Not tickled.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toby gave Damon his best innocent look.

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

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

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

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

“You aren’t enjoying it?”

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

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

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

“This is only a little wicked.”

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

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

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

“No, baby. No touching.”

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

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

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

Sean

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My God It's Monday

I had visitors come in on Monday last week and stay through to Friday. Wow, it's amazing how quickly you can get behind if you do only an hour or two of stuff in the morning before everyone wakes up. As a result I am running like mad just to catch up to last week.

One of my publishers, Totally Bound, is opening an LGBT arm of the company and they launch tomorrow. There's a launch party for it tomorrow on Facebook, starting at 11 am (EDT) and running 24 hours. I'll be popping in and out and would love to see some familiar faces. There's going to be lots of prizes, including ebooks copies of Malting, Milling and Mashing for one lucky commenter!

The party is happening here.

The new site for m/m books is here and all the books (including my backlist) will be available at a 25% discount!

Also, if you haven't picked up any of the books in my Beer & Clay series, yet, the first one - Malting - will be available for free on Amazon for a couple of days to celebrate the release of the third book Mashing. (The second book is Milling and it's available on Amazon here.) Anyway, I think that starts tomorrow.


Speaking of Mashing -- it looks like it's available a little early at Amazon. If you've been waiting to get your copy for the kindle, now you can! It should be available at the other distributors by tomorrow morning.

Beer & Clay 3: Mashing

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

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

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

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

I'll post the link for All Romance Ebooks when I have it!

Okay, I have to get back to it - there's no rest for the wicked!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Love Matters

Today's smutty snippet is from Love Matters, the follow up to Size Matters. It will be out for early download at Totally Bound on January 16, and at the distributors on February 13.

For ten years they’ve done things Trey’s way. Now Lucien wants more. He wants to be with his lover full-time. Is Trey ready? Will he ever be?

Ten years after they first met and fell in love, Lucien and Trey are still together—after a fashion. Terrified that he’s going to become entirely dependent on Lucien, Trey calls his lover to come spend four to five days with him whenever he finishes a novel. Lucien wants more, but up until now has been willing to bow to Trey’s wishes.

Finally broaching the idea of seeing each other more often, during Trey’s writing periods, Lucien suggests that they begin to date each other on Friday nights. Trey agrees to the experiment and begins to flourish as Lucien gets him out of the house more—to eat, to swim, to visit the beach.

But can Trey remain faithful to his work ethic, get the job done with his novels and enjoy the distractions and adventures Lucien plans for him? Or will Lucien’s desire to have more break them apart?

Only time will tell.


Smutty Snippet:

Trey explored the blanket’s edge, the puckering where the stitches were—anything to keep himself busy, to keep his hands from running over his own body, wrapping around his cock. God, the waiting was torture.

He could hear each step as Lucien undressed—Lucien’s shirt shushing as it slithered from Lucien’s shoulders, the zipper of Lucien’s pants slowly being drawn down.

The scent of his lover grew stronger, too, like the best kind of perfume on the air. He swore he could tell when Lucien’s boxers were pushed down, too, the thick cock springing out.

“You’re naked now.” And he wanted to touch.

“I am.” Lucien tugged on his covers and he let them go, felt the air brush across his body as Lucien pulled the sheets away. “And now, so are you.”

His nipples tightened, the flesh sliding on the metal piercing them and he reached out, searching for contact.

Lucien’s hand met his, warm and solid, bringing it to Lucien’s shoulder as he straddled Trey. “Look.”

Oh, he’d missed this. Broad and muscled, skin smooth as glass, with a broad nose and a square jaw—Lucien was beautiful. The heat of Lucien’s body was tremendous, sexy. When Trey’s fingers arrived a second time at Lucien’s mouth, Lucien kissed them.

“Keep going,” Lucien ordered. “Then it’s my turn.”

“It’s good to see you, Sir.” The man’s eyes were wrinkled at the edges, Lucien smiling. The soft tightly curled hair was kept short, not shaggy like his.

“It’s been too long.”

The words weren’t censure, more fact, though he knew Lucien missed him as much as he missed Lucien.

“It has. This one was challenging. I didn’t feel the flow.” He’d fought the novel hard, getting more and more frustrated as the days and weeks passed and it still wasn’t finished.

“You should have called me. I could have helped you find your…flow.”

“I should have.” He tried to save rule breaking for extreme emergencies. He wasn’t sure that missing Lucien and being frustrated with his novel counted as one.

Lucien’s fingers landed on his face, tracing his features. Trey parted his, his body shifting, squeezing the plug. After thoroughly exploring his face and head , Lucien moved to touch his neck, his collarbones and shoulders. He pushed into the touches the way he imagined a large cat might.

All the way down his body, Lucien’s touch travelled, awakening his senses. Awakening his very skin. His cock was hard as nails, pushing up toward Lucien’s heated fingers. He knew that was a fool’s errand. Lucien rarely, if ever, worked his penis, insisting on arousing his hole, his gland. His mind.

He was shocked when a soft kiss landed on the tip of his erection.

“Oh.” He moaned, sucking in air.

“Don’t get used to it,” murmured Lucien, touch sliding over to his hips.

“Tease,” Trey accused fondly.

“Yes.”

God, Lucien made him happy.

Warm fingers brushed his balls and Trey wiggled, wanting more.

“Spread your legs for me, Trey.” Lucien pushed away from his body until he complied, then settled between his legs. One hand pushed in the center of his chest, easing him back to the pillows. The other rolled his balls before heading right for his hole. “Let’s see what we’ve got here, shall we?”

“A plug like you asked, Sir.” He hadn’t disobeyed. He hadn’t pushed himself either. He wanted Lucien to push him.

“Good, good, but which one?” Lucien was moving so slowly, he was never going to get there.

“I started small. We have four whole days.” Five, if you counted today, though it was already late afternoon.

“Don’t ruin the surprise.” Lucien slid the long fingers to his hole, tapping the base of the tiny plug.

“Yes, Sir.” He clenched his hole, playing.

Chuckling, Lucien pushed hard on the end of the plug. Trey shivered, the tiny thing rocking deep inside him.

“You started very, very small,” Lucien noted.

What was he supposed to say to that, exactly?

Lucien, it seemed, had something to say about it. “We’ll have to take it to very, very large. Of course we’ll do it very, very slowly.”

All Trey could do was moan, his entire body tightening.

“Yeah, you like the thought of that, don’t you? My little size slut.”

Lucien knew what he needed, all the way to the bone.


Sean
smut fixes everything

The Biker's Pup now at distributors

The Biker's Pup has been available for early download at Totally Bound, but today it's also available at all the distributors.

I loved writing this one, and there is a secondary character or two who are whispering in my ear about a sequel featuring them. While I don't have a deadline for that, I do have it down on my writing list...

The Biker's Pup

Whip came to the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend looking for a good time, but what he found was infinitely better.

Whip always has a good time at the Gay Riders Carnival, and this year he’s hoping to meet up with some studs and top last year’s festivities. The last thing he expects when he walks into his cabin is to be nearly bowled over by a skinny lad with a bruised jaw.

Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.

Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.

But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?

Now available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks!


smutty snippet:

Whip glanced behind him and grinned. “Funnel cake. Come on.”

Whip’s smile was infectious and Nick found himself smiling right back.

“I’ve been waiting for that smile.” Laughing, Whip planted one on him.

Oh. Oh. It was like the world stopped.

Whips laughter faded and the kiss opened his mouth, Whip pushing his tongue in. With one hand, Whip grabbed the back of his head, with the other, his ass. The kiss went deeper, zinging between them. It took time for the cat-calling and whistles to push through.

Whip was staring down at him when their lips parted, looking at him like he was sex on legs. His own focus was complete, fastened onto Whip.

Whip’s slow smile was sexy as hell. “Suddenly I have a yen for checking out our accommodations again.”

Nick’s entire body ached with sudden need and all he could do was nod and lick his lips.

Whip took another kiss, then took Nick’s hand, tucked into Whip’s leather pants again, Whip himself striding back the way they’d come. Nick ran behind, jogging to keep up. Like a man on a mission, Whip didn’t stop for anything. Not for funnel cake, not for hugs or checking out any of the guys. It was simply a beeline back to the cabin.

They got to the door and Whip pushed it open, got Nick inside. The moment the door was closed, he was pressed up against it, three hundred pounds of muscle slamming up against him as Whip took his mouth and plundered it.

Nick lost his mind. Lost it.

None of the kisses he’d ever had before had been like this. All those months with Dirk and he’d never felt anything like this. Not once.

Whip’s hands tilted his head, tongue pushing deeper into his mouth. He reached up, holding on, trying to keep his balance. Whip’s shoulders were so fucking huge, the leather of Whip’s jacket creaking beneath his hands and his cock ached, it was so full and swollen.

Lifting him at his hips, Whip picked him right up off the floor. Fuck. The move to wrap his legs around Whip’s body was instinctive. Whip wrapped his big hands around Nick’s ass, holding on as Whip moved them to the bed.

What was he doing? Why was he rubbing on Whip like a needy slut?

Sean

smut fixes everything

The Biker's Pup available for early download!

This one was meant for a submission call that, in the end, it didn't fit. However, the characters grabbed hold of me from the beginning and were a whole lot of fun to write, so I'm glad they showed up.

This one even suggested a sequel to me before it was over -- once you've read it, I bet you guess which character will be featured in the second book!

Whip came to the Gay Riders Carnival fundraiser weekend looking for a good time, but what he found was infinitely better.

Whip always has a good time at the Gay Riders Carnival, and this year he’s hoping to meet up with some studs and top last year’s festivities. The last thing he expects when he walks into his cabin is to be nearly bowled over by a skinny lad with a bruised jaw.

Nick came to the Carnival with his so-called Master Dirk, but instead of having a good time, things moved quickly from bad to worse and Dirk responded to his safeword with a punch. Running away and hiding was Nick’s only option.

Broke, alone and not entirely sure how he’s going to get home, Nick thinks Whip is a dream come to life and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For his part, Whip is drawn to the sweet pup and falls hard for Nick over the course of the long weekend.

But what’s going to happen when the weekend is over?

Available now for early download at Totally Bound!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Three releases this week!

This is how it always works -- I don't have anything coming out for a month, and then all of a sudden I have three different books in the same week! Still, books! Yay!

This is the second time around for Master Simeon and Derek. The two men broke up a couple of months ago, but they just couldn’t entirely let go of each other.

Knowing there’s a strong connection between them, Simeon suggests a long weekend for them to try again.  - Four days, full on submission, exploring Derek’s need for service to be a large part of their relationship.

Can they make it work this time? Or will Monday evening find them going their separate ways once again?

Coming out on October 15 at Resplendence Publishing.

Johnson and Billy come from different parts of the country, different backgrounds and different places in their lives. Maybe different is exactly what they both need.

Johnson figures it’s got to be a sign when cowboy Billy shows up at his garage after hours, just as he’s about to go find someone to spend the night with. He’s horny enough that a lot of guys would look good, but Billy seems special somehow.

Billy thinks Johnson’s the hottest ticket he’s seen since he moved to California from Texas, and after a good meal and some good fun, he takes Johnson home. They both find out they’re getting more than they bargained for. Can Johnson and Billy figure out why they feel so connected and can they make it last once reality sets back in?

This one is already available for early download at Totally Bound, but will be available everywhere else too on October 17!

Wentworth “Went" Dawson, young CEO and owner of Dawson Dynamics, is on an enforced vacation after suffering a mild heart attack. He has a list of foods he shouldn’t eat and a prescription for downtime, which is why he’s at Lake Tahoe, California, sitting in the hotel restaurant working on his laptop.

Chip knows all about life in the fast lane and heart attacks, the very reasons he sold his dot-com company six years ago and is now experiencing his own personal joy in the mountains, skiing, snowboarding, swimming, and hiking. Putting in a shift at the restaurant for spending money, he’s immediately attracted to the man with the laptop, and a little flirting proves that Went is interested also.

Will Went and Chip simply have a quick vacation fling, or is there more between them than meets the eye?

Living the Dream will be out on October 19 at Amber Allure!

Sean

smut fixes everything

Steamy Saturday

That seems to go well together, doesn't it? Steamy and Saturday? I'll post a steamy excerpt, sometimes from an older book, sometimes from a new release and sometimes from a work in progress.

Today's excerpt is from Bruised, currently available for early download at Totally Bound.

The flirtation:

The chili was good, the beer cold. The cobbler was promising to be perfect and the company?

Fucking hot.

Johnson was fine, nice eyes, great voice. They had started swapping horror stories from their childhoods—his own fights with his older brother, being the only boy cheerleader in a fifty-mile radius, Johnson’s most hated teacher, pranks he’d pulled.

It was fun, relaxing. A hell of a lot better than singing along with the jukebox and reading depositions.

Carol brought over the cobbler ’n’ ice cream and Johnson gave him that sexy grin again. “Now for the real test.”

He arched an eyebrow, licked his lips. “Yeah?” He waited to see what Johnson said, to see where the flirtation would go.

“Cobbler versus sex. That’s quite the challenge.”

“Hmm.” He scooped up a spoonful, balancing the pastry and cream, and held it out. “Open up, tell me what you think.”

Johnson gave him a slow, easy smile and leaned forward, mouth opening. Oh, now that was sexy as fuck. He fed Johnson the bite, watching as the hot-cold sweet hit Johnson’s tongue. The man’s eyes closed, a soft moan sounding, the whole experience sensual as hell.

Johnson took his time, savoring the bite, licking his lips. When his eyes opened, he gave Billy another smile. “Oh, now that was good. Of course, there’s only one way to make a true comparison.” Johnson’s voice was low, gravelly.

“Yeah? How’s that?” Oh, sweet fuck, he was hard as a frigging board and so ready to play.

“Have sex, of course.” Johnson winked at him, that smile firmly in place, invitation in the almost-green eyes.

“Do you kiss on the first date?” Hell, do you put out? How do you feel about nice hard fucks? Down, Billy. Up-and-coming lawyers do not go to bed with mechanics after beer and chili. Don’t. Just…

Well, they might.

Possibly.

Okay, he would—he was bad that way. He had a lot of his daddy in him.

What the flirtation eventually leads to:

When he got the door open, Johnson all but pushed him in. The next thing he knew, he was up against the back of the door, the sound of it closing hard still ringing in his ears as Johnson’s mouth closed over his own, plundering hard.

Oh, sweet Jesus. Billy opened wide, trying to push back into the kiss, tongue stroking alongside the hot one in his mouth.

Johnson groaned and pulled away, breathing hard. “Fuck, Billy, tell me you’ve got condoms and shit on hand.”

“I do. In the bedroom. We’re good.” He nodded. Good. Hard and wanting, but good.

“Good.” Then Johnson’s mouth was on his again, hands holding his arms tight, hard. 

He pushed close, rubbing furiously against a strong thigh. Johnson ground back, one hand sliding down to cup his ass and pull him in tight. Oh, Christ. Christ. So long. He reached up and up, arms wrapping around Johnson’s neck. Fuck, the man was tall.

“What do you like?” Johnson asked, moving from his mouth to his neck.

“Mmm… I don’t figure tall mechanics with—fuck, yes—with great mouths works as an answer?”

“Depends. You gonna let me fuck you?”

“I… Yes. Hell, yes.” He reached down, cupped Johnson’s crotch, rubbing.

Johnson groaned, pushing into his hand. “Bed?” Johnson grinned suddenly. “Unless you want to do it up against the wall.”

He chuckled. “The lube and rubbers are in the bedroom. Down the hall.” 

“Cool.” Johnson kissed him again, started heading them down the hall, not even pretending to look at the other rooms, the decor. “This okay? We’re not going too fast?”

“We had our date—we had our beer. First kiss. I reckon we’re right on target. It’s the twenty-first century.” He’d lost his hat back by the front door—he shrugged out of his jacket now and reached for Johnson’s belly, stroking the tight muscles. 

“Cool.” Johnson started kissing him again, hands going to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it out of his belt, fingers finding his skin. Rough, warm, those fingers left no doubt that he was being touched, being felt. Fuck. “You feel good,” Johnson murmured, fingers working up along his belly to his chest. “Feel really good.”

Oh, hell yes. Damned fine. He shivered, nipples going tight and hard as little rocks. Damn. Too long. It had been too damned long. The buttons on his shirt popped, Johnson going for his nipples, mouth back on his neck, all teeth and tongue and suction.

“Oh, shit!” The hands were fine, the mouth delicious, but together? Good Lord and butter. He was all over this.

His shirt was pushed off his shoulders, the sucking kisses finding his shoulders, his chest, Johnson’s lips settling, wrapping around one of his nipples. Oh. He held Johnson’s head, hips moving automatically in time with the suction, cock rubbing hard in his briefs.

Sean 

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Bruised now available for early download

Bruised is now available at Totally Bound for early download. (It'll be out at the distributors on October 17.) Thank you to Totally Bound for reprinting this!

Johnson and Billy come from different parts of the country, different backgrounds and different places in their lives. Maybe different is exactly what they both need.

Johnson figures it’s got to be a sign when cowboy Billy shows up at his garage after hours, just as he’s about to go find someone to spend the night with. He’s horny enough that a lot of guys would look good, but Billy seems special somehow.

Billy thinks Johnson’s the hottest ticket he’s seen since he moved to California from Texas, and after a good meal and some good fun, he takes Johnson home. They both find out they’re getting more than they bargained for. Can Johnson and Billy figure out why they feel so connected and can they make it last once reality sets back in?

Available at Totally Bound.



Sean
smut fixes everything