Smutterday - Bitten

And here are the deets and a smutty excerpt for Bitten.

Anton has lost almost everything he holds dear, his apartment, his life in the city, and his long-time friend and butler, Jackson, who has been kidnapped by a rival pack. The one thing he still has is his lover and mate, Greg, who is learning to be a werewolf, even as they try to put their lives back to rights.

Determined to get Jackson back, Anton approaches the werewolf pack that’s his to lead by right, but that he’s largely ignored. They agree to help him, but Anton has to embrace his inner wolf to work with them, and to help Greg come to terms with what he is.

Meanwhile, Jackson is trapped—hurting and beaten—praying for rescue that looks unlikely, even as his time is running out and Greg is convinced he’s going crazy, fearing he’s hearing voices that won’t go away.

As pack Alpha, it all falls to Anton to keep his people safe, but there are forces at work that even the strongest werewolf might not be able to overcome. Can Anton keep his friends safe and save his beloved mate from the voices that call to him? Find out in this sequel to Sean Michael’s Bite.

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smutty excerpt:

Anton closed the door as soon as they were inside the room, locking it. Then he had Greg in his arms, his mate's back hitting the wall. Some instincts were stronger than others, and this one had been there ever since Greg had walked into his home. This was his number one priority, his focus.

Greg snarled, the sound raw and rough and worried. He pressed their lips together, one thigh pushing between Greg's legs. Mate. His. Protect.

He growled happily as Greg spread, hips rocking against him, cock filling. Yes. Yes, Mate. His tongue tangled with Greg's, the kiss deep and hard, Greg’s goatee rubbing against his skin, almost like fur. Grabbing at Greg's clothes, he just barely managed to keep from ripping them from his mate's body.

Greg's fingers grabbed his hair, holding on, little growls and rumbles pushing into his mouth. It was sexy, having a true mate in his arms, someone who was as driven as he was to join, to love, to let the animal out.

He got Greg's shirt off, fingers pressing into the bare skin, nails dragging. Greg’s sounds got louder, needier, Greg's heart slammed against his chest. Anton tore his mouth from Greg's, finding a nice spot on Greg's neck. Worrying it, he began to pull up a mark as his fingers pinched and pulled at Greg's little nipples.

"Fuck me." Greg arched, fingers scraping along his spine. "Fuck me."

"Gonna." He would. He wanted to. He had to.

Anton growled as his fingers refused to work the button on Greg's jeans, but then it came loose and he yanked down the zipper. The smell of Greg hit him hard, making his knees buckle. He pressed up against Greg, groaning, teeth catching on his mate's skin.

That earned him a happy growl, Greg head-butting him, panting. "Don't. Tease."

He laughed, nearly howling, and turned Greg to face the wall as he pulled the jeans down. "I won't."

Greg helped, stripping out of his shoes, tattoos rippling and shifting as he stretched. Anton tore his own pants open, his prick pushing out eagerly. He touched Greg's hole, groaning as his fingers encountered the soft skin.

Dropping to his knees, he spread Greg's cheeks with his hands. Those lean hips pushed into his touch, Greg ready, eager, wanton. The scent here was pure Greg and it made him even harder, his cock aching, dripping with need. He licked at Greg's hole, tongue dragging across the wrinkled skin.

"Anton." He heard that low, single word, his name, as that tight hole jerked under his tongue.

Growling, he pushed his tongue into Greg's body, feeling it squeeze around him. Greg braced himself, pushed back into Anton's face, movements jerky and needy. He fucked his mate's ass with his tongue, wetting the tight hole, getting it ready for his cock.

"Need. Fuck." Greg's claws tore into the wall.

"Mine." He rose up, pushing into Greg without fanfare, just slamming into his mate.

"Yours." Greg howled, caught between him and the wall, hips jerking spasmodically.

He nodded, mouth closing over Greg's shoulder, biting as he took his lover. The muscles around his cock squeezed, rippling and working him. He let go of Greg's shoulder and bit closer to Greg's neck.

"Anton!" Greg pulled away and he bit again, marking, holding tight. His. Hips snapping, he drove the point home.

He felt Greg's orgasm, squeezing around him.

"Yes!" Growling softly, he held, waiting for Greg to finish before slamming home again and again until he came, too.

Greg slumped against the wall, whimpering softly. He leaned against his mate, still buried deep inside Greg's body. Groaning, he licked the sweat from Greg's shoulder, tongue sliding across his marks.

Sean

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Smutterday - Bite

Resplendence recently republished my two volume werewolf series.

Here is the deets and a smutty excerpt for the first one - Bite.

Anton loves a well-prepared steak. That's all he's hoping for when he meets Greg, his new live-in chef. Anton is immediately attracted to Greg’s flamboyance and confidence and he finds himself wanting to know Greg better. Much better.


It's not just a normal attraction for Anton. He's an unusual man, with unusual desires, and Greg seems to be filling a place in Anton's life that he's never explored. Anton prefers to be a civilized man and not let his werewolf-self run free, but it’s the wolf that wants to claim Greg for a mate.

Someone disapproves of Anton's relationship with Greg. Someone close to Anton, someone inside his carefully controlled household. As he and Greg come closer to mating for life, the danger gets nearer, forcing them to depend on each other to stay safe, and for Greg to stay sane.

Can Anton convince Greg that his wolf would never hurt him and keep Greg safe from the menace outside their relationship, too? Sexy, razor sharp and fast-paced, Bite will keep your heart racing!

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smutty excerpt:

"Easy, man. You want some berries and cream for dessert?"

"Depends." Anton sat and cut each fillet into four, and then speared each piece, barely seeming to chew before he swallowed it down.

"On what?" Christ, wolf it down.

Those dark grey eyes met his, almost glowing. "On how it's being served."

"Your guests got it on a silver platter..." Sex on a stick.

Anton looked at his plate like he was going to lick it clean. Of course when the man looked back up at him, Anton wore that same look. "I prefer a more personal service."

"More personal?" Was he being flirted with?

"Indeed. More personal. You are my chef after all, are you not?" Anton's gaze was intense.

"That's what it says on the job description, bossman..." The question was did Anton play the same games he did?

Oh man, look at the way those eyes caught the light. "Then feed me some of these berries and cream."

He headed to the refrigerator, found the leftovers and a plate. "You want to do this here, with everyone watching?"

Anton glanced around the room, looking surprised when his eyes lighted on the kids doing the dishes and jabbering quietly together. "No. My rooms."

"I..." He stopped, met Anton's eyes. "Is this going to lose me my job here? I'm off the clock for this, you know?"

Anton's eyes flashed. "This has nothing to do with your job." Just listen to that growl.

"Good answer." There was a little voice in the back of his head going, 'wait, what are you doing, are you stupid?'

It was completely drowned out by the voice singing the 'we're getting laid' song.

Anton stalked into the pantry and opened the hidden door, disappearing down the corridor. He followed, berries in hand, trying hard not to spill any. When he got to Anton's room, it was lit solely by the moon shining through the open window, and the dancing flames in the fireplace.

Anton himself lounged in the middle of the large chair, one leg flung over the chair's arm. There was an air of the predator emanating from the man.

"So, how do you want to do this? You just want a bite?"

Anton shifted, sitting up in the chair and patting his lap. "Have a seat and feed me properly, Greg. Though I won't forget your offer to bite."

Oh, hell. That was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He just stared, caught in the look in Anton's eyes.
Anton licked his lips. "Anytime."

"Sorry. Sorry, I... You have fascinating eyes." He headed over, bowl in hand. His words seemed to make Anton's eyes glow deeper—it was amazing how they reflected the flames like that.

Greg stepped forward, lips parted, the scent of berries strong on his nose. Mmm. He fit wonderfully, right there, right on Anton's thigh. One of Anton's hands landed on top of his leg, curling around it. The man's eyes glowed beneath half-closed lids, lips dark and shining where they'd been licked.

He spread a little, slipping a bite of dessert in Anton's lips. "Open up."

Anton opened up for the bite, eyes holding his as Anton slowly pulled the fruit and cream off the spoon. That pink tongue came out again, licking the corners of Anton's lips.

"Is it good?" Like he didn't know it was. Good.

"I'm not sure. I'll need another taste." That deep voice was low and quiet, intimate.

Shivers climbed up his belly. "I can do that."

One more spoonful slipped into the open lips.

"Mmm... I think I like it, but I need one more taste." Anton's hand stopped his. "Without the spoon this time."

"You want me to use my fingers? They're slick."

"Your fingers are one option."

He scooped up a raspberry, placing it on Anton's tongue.

Anton's lips closed over the tip of his finger, holding it for just a second, hot tongue flicking across the top before Anton leaned back and ate at the berry.

Oh, fuck, that was hot.

Like really.

"I'm liking it better with every taste."

"Mmm. You want a strawberry?" Greg dug one out, holding it carefully.

"Not from your fingers." Anton's gaze moved from the strawberry to his mouth.

"Perv." He let himself grin, wink. Then he leaned forward, strawberry caught in his lips.

"You don't know the half of it," whispered Anton just before sharp teeth caught hold of the strawberry.

Anton bit into the fruit, their lips pressing together as Anton chewed. He took a quick swipe of Anton's lips with his tongue, before backing off, teasing.

Groaning, Anton leaned forward, eyes just shining. "It's good. But I believe I like the taste of the chef better than his wares."

"Oh, man. Is that good or bad?" He rubbed noses with Anton, took a quick, quick kiss.

Anton chuckled, the sound deep and sexy, running along his spine like a touch. "It's good."

Fingers slid behind his head, held it in place as Anton leaned forward and brought their mouths together. The kiss started slow, almost tame, Anton seemed to search for something in his eyes. Anton's tongue was hot, wet, as it slid across his lips, but didn't demand entrance. Not yet. He touched the tip of Anton's tongue with his own, just barely tapping it before pulling away.

Groaning, Anton pressed their lips harder together, and now his tongue pressed against his lips. Greg dove into the kiss, pushing Anton back against the chair, fucking the soft lips, curious to see whether Anton would fight back. The groan turned into a growl, Anton's tongue tangling with his as they wrestled for control of the kiss.

Fucking hot. Greg loved an alpha male that could take what he needed. Loved it. Of course, that didn't mean it should be fucking easy. Greg moved closer, fingers tangling in Anton's heavy, thick hair. Anton bucked up against him, free hand sliding down to grab his ass. The other stayed on the back of his head, tilting it to give Anton better access as he took control of the kiss.

Yes. He wrapped his lips around Anton's, sucking hard. Anton's tongue swept through his mouth, the hand on his ass squeezing, rubbing him against the strong thigh he straddled. If he wasn't careful, he'd cream his Chef’s checkered pants, right there. Damn.

Anton's hand opened and closed, and then suddenly the man growled and twisted, putting him on the chair with Anton above him, the kiss going fierce.

Jesus. How did he... How did... "Oh." He opened up, hips bucking so that they could rub together, push and pull and hump.

Anton thrust against him, their crotches rubbing, hardness on hardness with too much fucking clothing between them. That wasn't bad. Wasn't bad at all. His toes curled and he groaned, balls drawing up like stones. Just like that.

Sean

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Smutterday - Obedience Classes

I just self-published Obedience Classes. This one begins with a little non-con. It was originally in the Like it Or Not anthology and that was the theme.

Obedience Classes

When his pack alpha becomes fed up with his rebellion, werewolf Trevor is overdue for an attitude adjustment. Lone wolf Dirk is charged with this task, as a favor to the pack. Dirk, though, seems more interested in claiming Trevor for himself, by any means necessary. And regardless of Trevor's feelings on the matter.

Can these two outsiders find a way to become a pack of their own?

It's available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.

smutty excerpt:

"You're mine, pup." His hands were stretched up, his legs parted. Teeth landed on the back of his neck as the large body ground him down into the floor.

His cock jerked, filling so quickly his eyes rolled, the room spinning. "Fuck off!"

"No, I'm going to fuck you." Those heavy hips moved, his captor's prick hard and huge against his ass.

"Back off. Why won't you leave me the fuck alone?" He'd pissed the pack off. He got it -- the message was loud and clear. He was leaving.

"Because you're my boy and I'm making my claim." The teeth at his neck disappeared, the guy licking across his skin. "Marking my territory."

"I'm no one's territory. I'm leaving."

"Oh, no, you aren't." The hands at his wrist squeezed. "Or at least, you aren't going alone."

"Fuck you!" He twisted, his ass rubbing that hard cock, the huge body.

A low, pleased growl sounded, and the guy ground back against him. Trevor managed to drag himself forward about six inches before those teeth grabbed his nape again, shook him. The burn made him groan, the shake made him shudder.

Both his wrists were gathered into one hand and then his captor shoved the other hand beneath him, palming him through his jeans.

"No..." He shook his head. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Instead of disappearing, the guy's hand started tugging open his jeans.

"Don't." By the moon, the man was strong, dwarfing him, holding him like he was weak.

Without a word, the guy got his jeans open. Reaching in, his captor grabbed his cock, hand strong and hot and sure as it wrapped around his flesh and squeezed. Trevor shook his head, biting at the air, cursing his body's betrayal. That hot mouth was back at his neck, teeth digging into his skin as the hand around his prick began to jack him with strong, hard strokes.

All he could do was cry out, hips moving violently as generations of instinct took over. Back and forth, he rocked, into that hard hand and back against the solid body on top of him. The teeth at his neck eased, then bit down again, eased and bit down. Oh, fuck. Please. Please. That touch felt so good -- the pressure demanding that he feel it, that he ride that pleasure.

Sean

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Marked now out!

Marked

Cody can't help but watch Barker, even if he knows it's stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can't keep Barker away from him, and he can't manage to say no when Barker calls Cody "mine".

Barker has never agreed with the pack banishing Cody. So what if Cody doesn't fit into the narrow confines of what the pack says is normal? He should never have let Cody go, and he's not about to let his mate slip through his fingers again.

Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he's back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody's shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody's secret doesn't affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe, and make his mate understand that they're meant to be together?

Now available at Resplendence Publishing!


smutty excerpt:

They weren't far from Barker's loft apartment, and all too soon they were walking through the lobby toward the elevator. His hotel room was just across the street, looking in.

"You can't just drag me in here."

"I just did."

The elevator door opened, like the motherfucker willed it, and he was shoved inside. Barker followed, hitting the button for the sixth floor. Then the man stalked right up to him.

Cody blinked behind the glasses, took a step back, unable to resist the compulsion. Barker didn't bring their mouths together, though. The man just stared down at him.

His heart slammed in his chest, his breath huffed out of him. "I hate you."

"Mmm hmm. I hate you, too." Fuck, Barker's voice was growlier than ever.

The elevator slid to a stop. The doors opened and they stood there, glaring at each other, eyes burning. Then Barker grabbed his wrist and hauled him out of the elevator and into Barker’s loft, the walls nothing but windows.

His glasses were torn from him, and flung across the room, and he gasped, hands immediately moving to hide his eyes.

"Don't." Barker grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face.

Cody groaned, lips parting, fingers curling into claws as he squeezed his eyes closed.

"Look at me." Before he could reply or comply, Barker's mouth was on his, the kiss desperate.

Oh. Oh. Cody opened, the flavor crashing over him like a ton of bricks, the need so sharp he yipped with it. Barker shoved him against the wall, body pressing against him. Barker's teeth nipped his bottom lip, opening him wider. Hot and wet, Barker's tongue pushed in, fucking his lips.

Cody’s eyes popped open because he had to see this, had to remember every second, every minute. Barker's eyes stared right into his, right into him.

His cock jerked, hot spunk spurting from him, spreading in his pants from the heat in those dark eyes. Barker's nostrils flared; he could tell the man was scenting him.

He tensed, embarrassed as if he were just a boy. He had to get out of here, lick his wounds. Then Barker's mouth was on his again, hips grinding into him. Barker fed from his lips, refusing to let him back away, demanding every second of his need.

"Gonna fuck you," muttered Barker. "Gonna take this ass." Barker's hands grabbed his butt, squeezed.

His entire body went on high alert, but he shook his head. "Won't let you." It was a lie, and they both knew it.

"Good. It'll be more fun that way." Growling hard, Barker started pushing him toward the big bed.

His cock started coming back to life and he snarled softly, warning Barker that he could bite. Barker groaned, kept pushing him in the direction of the bed. Cody pushed back, their lips mashing together, the pressure splitting their lips. Grabbing his ass, Barker hauled him up against the solid body, his feet coming off the ground, letting Barker keep them moving.

"Cheating," he snarled, but his legs wrapped around Barker's hips.

"Can't cheat. No rules." Barker carried him right over to the bed and threw them both down on it, the big body pushing him hard into the mattress.

Sean

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