Smutterday - Velvet Dragon

I've re-released Velvet Dragon as a selfpub :)

Velvet Dragon

Serius is an expert in whipping; his beauty is a riding crop, but he's an expert with all manner of whips, floggers and paddles. He's also a man looking for someone special to be his sub; he believes in order, discipline, submission, but he also wants a challenge. When Hercules promises him the perfect sub in exchange for his working at the exclusive Velvet Glove, Serius believes it's possible he just might find the man he's looking for.

Dragonne has the appearance of the perfect sub, but the truth is he's never truly submitted. He's never been pushed past his boundaries, never had to use his safeword, never been broken. He has built a wall of control around his core, and wonders if anyone can breach it. Can these two men find what they're looking for in each other?

Available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

It wasn't very long before they were in the lift again, heading up to their rooms.

"I am thirsty, Leung."

He nodded, sipping the no-longer cold drink, stepping close to give Serius his lips. Serius' hand came up and took him by his queue, tilting his head before covering his mouth with hot, red lips. He jerked, surprised by the touch, by the unconcerned possession in that hand. His lips parted, though, immediately, eagerly.

Serius lapped at the liquid in Leung's mouth, drinking his fill. Leung moaned softly, lips open, offering Serius his desire. Serius turned the lapping into a kiss, tongue plundering his mouth. He gasped, moaned into the kiss, cock filling, eager.

The lift came to a stop, doors opening, and Serius broke the kiss and put a hand at the small of his back, guiding him out of the lift and down the hall. Goose pimples rose over his flesh, the motion of his queue against his shoulders enough to make him shiver.

Serius opened the door, guiding him in. The hand at his back slid in small circles. His entire focus was that hand, that touch. Serius tilted his face again, mouth closing over his. Leung met those stone grey eyes, hands fluttering, unsure whether he was allowed to touch.

Serius just kept kissing, one hand in the small of his back, the other again holding his queue. Those eyes stared into him. His head jerked a little, the sensation unusual, distracting. Serius' hand tightened on his hair, tilting his head further back. He groaned, spine stiffening before he relaxed into the sensation.

His mouth was plundered, Serius' tongue pushing in, owning him. His hands found Serius' shoulders, holding on, room spinning. Serius just kept kissing him, making him breathless and light-headed, holding him slightly bent back. He was off-center, unbalanced, unable to find a rhythm and settle himself.

Serius didn't seem inclined to stop, the kisses growing more and more intense. Leung moaned and gasped, fingers holding on tight, body drowning in sensation. Sharp teeth nibbled at his lower lip, not quite causing pain, just threatening it, the sensations soothed by that hot tongue. His shaft was hard, full, aching and throbbing against the silk, his balls heavy.

Serius' teeth moved from grazing to biting, the pain sharp but brief. He groaned, feet shifting to keep him balanced, help him center. Serius just pushed him further off-balance, holding him by his back and head, bent over the air. He tensed, heart pounding, eyes meeting Serius' as his body fought the illusion of falling.

"I have you, Leung," Serius told him, eyes implacable.

He nodded, trying to relax, to trust, telling himself that the worst that could happen was a short drop. So difficult, so strange -- he was practiced in controlling himself, not in trusting another.

The kisses and sharp bites continued, Serius' tongue and teeth invading, taking. It was unnerving and arousing and frightening and heady all at once. He could not relax enough to center, couldn't breathe enough to focus. It just went on and on, Serius seeming intent on spending the rest of the night driving him mad.

Leung couldn't figure out what to do, so, true to his training, he stopped fighting, allowed Serius to have whatever the man could take. Serius seemed to know the moment he stopped fighting, and the invasion became more intense, long fingertips sliding across the nerves in the small of his back, hot through the silk.

Purring, his body rippled with pure need, muscles seeming to clench and relax in slow waves. His fingers relaxed, hands sliding over Serius' shoulders. His tongue was tugged into Serius' mouth, sucked on. Oh. He pressed against Serius, hands sliding down the strong back, so aroused, so wanton.
Serius' fingers continued to slide in circles in the small of his back, the skin becoming more and more sensitive. Shivering, his body moved in time with those touches, finding Serius' rhythm naturally. His tongue was released, Serius' entering his mouth, fucking him with short jabs. He was caught between tongue and hand, focus split.

Serius' tongue pressed deeper and deeper, sliding against his own. He fought the urge to come, unsure if he should, so focused on Serius and Serius' will. Serius' fingernails scrapped against the most sensitive spot on his lower back, tongue pushing in hard.

Leung came with a soft cry, surprised and overwhelmed and more aroused than he could comprehend.

Sean
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Smutterday - The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel is a bratty sub and I have to tell you that I had an absolute blast writing him :)

This one is also just recently re-released as a self-pub, so I wanted to do a smutty excerpt of it, too.

The Misadventures of Daniel and Zane

Daniel seems spoiled and bratty, but what he needs is a firm hand. Zane has been watching Daniel for a long time, and he thinks he knows just what to do. He takes Daniel on, but can he prove that he can see what Daniel needs? Or will Daniel's acting out prove to be even more than Zane can handle?

You can find it at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

He was in the elevator on his way up when he wondered if he should change his outfit. Baldy had been rather disparaging about it, on top of everything else.

No. He wouldn't go out of his way even an inch for that man.

He used the card to open the door and walked in as if he owned the place. If Baldy was asleep, not there or with someone else? It was over. No matter how bored he was.
Or how intriguing those dark eyes had been.

Heat pressed against his back as a blindfold covered his eyes, sending the plain room black. "Hello, Poppet. Thank you for coming."

Oh....

"It was a slow night." His heart wasn't in the insult, though, and it was everything he could do not to melt into Baldy's heat.

"Mmm..." One long hand stroked down his chest, unfastening his jumpsuit, fingers just teasing along his shaft.

"I don't even know your name," he breathed, a ripple going through him.

"You'll remember me, though. I promise you." The heat against him intensified, Baldy's body hot and hard and fine behind him.

He did melt against the man this time. He had a suspicion Baldy was right. His whole body was tingling, waiting, anticipating.

His ear was nuzzled, his clothes slowly worked off, the heat behind him solid, the touches to his belly light and infuriating and arousing.

"You said you were going to make me scream and all you're doing is teasing me."

"Daniel? Shut up and pay attention."

They took a few steps forward, Baldy moving him easily. Bending him over a soft settee. Fastening his wrists with leather.

"Oooo, kinky." A pillow slid under his hips, then his ankles were bound, Baldy not saying a word. "Very kinky." His words were a little less sassy, a little more husky and he was forgetting just why he was talking back to Baldy in the first place.

"Do you need to be gagged, Poppet?" The words came as two hands landed on his ass, thumbs pressing at his hole.

He shivered, whimpered. "No. I'll be good."

"Good boy." He felt the slick touch around his hole. "Very good boy."

He moaned, pushing back into the touch. Baldy's hands were big, fingers large. It felt good. Two slick fingers slid deep, pushing in hard and then disappearing, only to slam in again. He whimpered, tried to spread his legs, but couldn't.

One hot hand settled on the small of his back, hard and sure, thumb and forefinger holding him open. So strong. God. One-handed -- holding him open with one hand and fucking him with the other.

Baldy was right -- if he'd missed this he'd have regretted it.

Then. Oh, Lord. Hot and so wide and stretching him inexorably. His groan was pushed out from him by that huge cock. Sparks flashed behind his eyelids as Baldy filled him, spreading him wide and pressing in so fucking deep, branding him.

His fingers grasped at the cushions, his mouth open on soundless breaths.

Sean

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Smutterday - The Tutor

I just re-released this book as a self-pub :)

The Tutor

Peter is used to guys coming and going. College is all about experimentation, after all, and Kai is new to the whole experience. Still, he's more than willing to help Kai learn all of the ins and outs of college life, even if the kid leaves in the end.

Kai is a lot less fickle than Peter thinks, though, and is curious about everything his new tutor can teach him, in and out of the classroom.

Can these two make the grade?

You can pick it up at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

"Oh, man, I bet it's hard to be gay in Oklahoma," Peter noted. He smiled encouragingly at Kai. If he leaned in any closer he'd be initiating the kiss and he wasn't sure Kai was ready for it yet, and he didn't want to freak the kid out.

"Hard?" Kai just laughed. "Try impossible."

"It's like that in a lot of places. College isn't one of them though. We've got a really active GLBT group here and everyone's pretty liberal. There was a bashing a couple years ago and the kids involved got expelled and there was nearly a riot when they showed their faces before getting the hell out of Dodge."

He touched a single finger to the corner of Kai's lips, just for a moment. "That's a great smile you've got."

Kai went a sweet rose, head ducking, tongue flicking out to touch his finger. "Thanks."

Oh, that touch of warm, wet tongue went straight to his already interested cock. "You're welcome," he whispered. He rubbed their noses together, their lips so close he could feel Kai's breath on his.

Kai blinked at him, then pressed their lips together, taking a quick, quick kiss. He hummed a little and licked his lips. Yeah, Kai tasted spicy, too. It was good.

He initiated the next kiss, tongue teasing at Kai's lips, wanting a full on taste. Kai gasped, lips parting, leaving his for a second, then pressing close again. He moaned softly, letting the sound fill Kai's mouth first before gently slipping in his tongue.

Kai kept those dark eyes open, watching him, just sort of drinking him in. It was heady, that stare. And so was the taste that slid on his tongue, filling his mouth.

He reached out, fingers sliding through the long dark hair. Silk. Shit. The kid was just ripe, ready for touching. Moaning, he pushed his tongue deeper, learning the inside of Kai's mouth. Kai's hands slid up along his arms, squeezing his shoulders, holding on. Yeah, that was it, hold on, Kai, lets go for a ride...

His free hand slid across Kai's cheek, down to his jaw and along to his neck. So warm. Kai groaned, swallowing under his fingers. He stroked Kai's Adam's apple gently before letting his fingers wander down lower, teasing at the buttons on Kai's shirt.

"I... Oh." Kai made a soft purring sound, pushed into his touch. "I haven't..."

"Ever?" he asked. Damn, the boy was a virgin. There was a god of overworked gay grad students.

"We don't have to. If you don't want."

"Ever. I... It's hard to, when there's nobody else like you."

He nodded. Yeah, he could understand that. His fingers slid along those sharp cheekbones. "Do you want to?" He didn't want to push. Well, not too hard anyway.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want to."

Sean 

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Mashing Out at the Distributors!

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

Beer & Clay: Mashing

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

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

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

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

Distributor buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


smutty excerpt:

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

“Yes. Yes, it’s so filling.”

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

“It’s great.” Damon was great.

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

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

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

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

Damon’s foot just kept moving up higher.

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

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

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

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

“Damon…”

“Yes, baby?”

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

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

“Eat your stew.”

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

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

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

“You’re…” He started giggling.

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

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

“Yes—loved on! Not tickled.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toby gave Damon his best innocent look.

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

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

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

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

“You aren’t enjoying it?”

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

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

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

“This is only a little wicked.”

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

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

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

“No, baby. No touching.”

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

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

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

Sean

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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
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Snippet Sunday

I know it's traditionally Six Sentence Sunday, but  I didn't want to cut this particular bit down to shorter than this.

Grant, Mark and Ting star in a story I'm working on that doesn't actually have a deadline. They are naughty, sneaky boys.

snippet

Mark went back to work on the Popsicle, the huge wide base stretching Mark's lips.

"Oh, damn Ting. Are you watching this?" Grant asked.

"Uh-huh?" Ting didn't even have breath.

Mark's eyebrows lifted in an obvious question.

 Grant shook his head. "You're oblivious, aren't you?"

"About what?"

Grant laughed, the sound somewhat breathless. "The way you go down on that Popsicle is inspiring."


Happy end of the weekend,
Sean
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Smutterday - Swimming Trunks, The Personal Best Shorts

When I had to come up with a title for the Personal Best short stories compilation for self-publishing, I couldn't resist the pun of trunks/shorts and the fact that swimming trunks worked well with a stories about a swimmer and his coach! If you haven't read about Mike and Jessy yet -- they have three novels: Personal Best, Personal Best II and Personal Best III.

Swimming Trunks, The Personal Best Shorts

Swimmer Mike and his Coach Jessy from the Personal Best novels are featured in this collection of three short stories that celebrate moments in their lives.

Stories include: Love and Swimming, Halloween Birthday and Ramping Up.


Available on All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.



smutty excerpt:

Jessy slung his arm around his lover, walking them to the door, getting it open and them through it before he gave into the urge to tilt that head toward his, mouth closing over Mike's. Oh, that was good. Mike opened right up, body pushing into his and rubbing, all that energy focused on him.

He pushed the door closed, not even hearing the slam when it shut as his tongue slid into Mike's mouth, tasting his baby. Mike's hands wrapped around his shoulders, those dark eyes open and watching him, loving him as they kissed.

Moaning, he rubbed against Mike, finding his lover as hard as he was. "Christ. Need you, baby."

"Yours." Mike nipped his bottom lip, nodded, fingers tugging at his shirt. "Yours."

He growled a little. "Yeah, baby. Mine." Yeah. He helped Mike get his shirt off, helped Mike undo his jeans and push them down. "Gonna suck me, baby?"

"Gonna make me fly after?" Mike's words were challenging, but his lover was already sliding down, lips parted.

"You know it." He groaned, pushing his cock so it slid along Mike's cheek.

"Jess... Smell so hot."

He loved watching Mike's eyes, Mike's hunger. "Hot for you, baby." Jessy slid his hands through Mike's spiky hair, guiding Mike's mouth. His baby took him in, lips sliding right down along his cock, hot and eager. "Christ. Yes."

Jessy moaned, hips starting to move immediately, driving his cock into the back of Mike's throat. Mike moaned, swallowed, let him in deep, let him push and push. He leaned his hands against the wall, eyes rolling as his hips worked his cock in and out of Mike's mouth. Mike's hands were on his ass, encouraging him, tugging him in deeper. Moaning, he thrust harder, faster, the pleasure just shooting through him. Mike swallowed around the tip of his cock, insisting, demanding his orgasm, eyes just shining.

"Baby!" Jessy cried out, hips jerking as he came hard, the sensations shaking his body. Mike drank him down, lips and tongue making his pleasure last. His hands dropped down to Mike's head, stroking the short hair. "Mmm... love you, baby."

Mike sucked the tip of his cock, purring. "Love you."

A shudder moved through him and his hand squeezed Mike's shoulder. "Let’s get upstairs, baby. Before I take you right here."

"Playroom or our room, Jess?"

"You choose, baby. I just want you."

“Playroom.” Mike chuckled. "Then the pool. I'll do laps after. I'm hyped."

"You don't think I can fuck you into oblivion?"

Sean 

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