Smutterday - Velvet Song

This is the first of the 'new' Velvet Glove books - Velvet Resurrection Tales. I love the background for this and they'll all carry that. Just one more book until the whole series is available once again, all self-pubbed this time. I need to get a move on writing some new ones!

Velvet Song

The Velvet Glove is rebuilding after the destruction of the bombing. Everything is will be new and improved, and a new generation of men will be taking over the day to day running of the place.

Efren is one such man. Promoted from simple trainer to in charge of the training salles, he’s focused on getting the place up and running along with Hawk and Jester. Something is distracting him, though, pulling at him.

Mabon, a Setian – a race that’s ultra-sensitive to pheromones and the chemistry of love and sex – is one of the workers brought in to paint the new walls. He knows he’s not allowed to interact with the Glove residents, none of the workers are, but for him it’s especially important given his race. He too has been distracted, though, a song building inside him.

When Efren and Mabon finally meet, they are immediately drawn to each other as surely as two magnets. Efren is sure they are meant to be, but Mabon is worried. They come from two very different stations in life and he knows he’s about to be sent away. Can they really find a happy ending together, or are they doomed from the start?

Velvet Song is available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


smutty excerpt:

"Oh, it's beautiful. It was so empty when I painted up here."

"Thank you. I like the seas." Efren pointed to the huge fish tank that divided the kitchen from the living room.

"Oh." Oh, look at that. He stepped toward the tank, hands behind his back so he wouldn't touch.

"Beautiful, isn't it? And peaceful, too." Efren's hands landed on his shoulders, warm and electric.

He arched, his body alight. Oh. Oh, no touching. Electricity was everywhere, and his body tightened.

"You're like magic, Mabon." His name sounded luscious in Efren's mouth.

His hands were touching Efren's belly, caught behind him, between them.

"I will be very honest with you. I want to share more than just a meal with you."

"It's only chemicals. You understand that, right?" He could feel this song, though. The one that had been buzzing for days, the one that called to him and it was so loud with Efren right there.

Efren's fingers massaged his shoulders. "Nonsense. This happens to all men who are attracted to each other, it’s just that you can sense the chemistry of it more than other people Efren sounded so sure. So very convinced of that fact.

A soft kiss landed on his neck. Mabon sucked in a breath, the room seeming to sparkle.

"Are you hungry for food, lovely? Or can I entice you into exploring a different kind of hunger before we fill our bellies?" He could feel each word spoken against his skin, breath and soft lips caressing him.

The song built, swelled inside him. "Please. It's so big. I need... something." He didn't know what, but he felt as though he couldn't contain it.

Efren turned him, tilted his chin and took a kiss. Mabon cried out, hips jerking restlessly, the touch of their mouths unbearably sharp. One big hand landed on his ass, tugging him into Efren's body.

Rubbing furiously, he rolled against Efren hard and fast, so close.

"Hold on," murmured Efren, free hand pushing into his clothing.

All it took was one touch, and he shot, losing it.

Efren groaned. "I love your scent."

"I'm sorry. You're..." Fascinating. Amazing.

"Don't be sorry, Mabon -- I wanted your pleasure."

"I don't touch, normally. I don't mean to." His lips moved against Efren, the pleasure like a drug, the song manageable now, though still there, still so strong and changing in ways he'd never heard before.

"Such a waste of your gifts, lovely boy." Efren tilted his head and took another kiss, tongue parting his lips.

Sean
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Random Friday is Random

I love the cover for Seeing Love, so I'm using it as my background cover on the blog for a while.

It was nice and cool out for a couple of hours this morning. That's already gone the way of the dodo, but at least the cool will be back again ;)

Oh hey, TGIF!

I can't believe it's already August 7. I swear the days go by faster every single year. I hear that's what happens as you get older, but if I believed that, I'd have to admit to getting older ;)

I've watched about a season and a half of Justified -- somewhere in the middle as I began watching when I found it on TV somewhere around the middle of the 3rd season, I think. I really like Timothy Oliphant as Railen Givens. The whole thing has this dry, sarcastic sense of humor that I'm liking. I might have to look for the first couple seasons.

Planning dinner at my favorite fancy restaurant tonight. I'm looking forward to so many things, but first would be the warm homemade buns and the caramelized butter. YUM. They do matchstick fries there too that are just divine. And a sticky toffee pudding that makes me want to lick the plate, no matter how full I am.

I'm pondering a movie this weekend. Mission Impossible, the new Terminator, Jurrasic World again, the Fantastic Four, one of those maybe. Or maybe I'll just stay home and mainline the last season of Heroes as I never watched the final season and want to be ready for the new show starting in the fall.

Have a great weekend everyone! And here's the info for Seeing Love, cover on the background of the blog.

Seeing Love

Kay can see. Barney can't. Which is why Barney's brother hired a scrawny street kid to help his brother out. That and to get Kay off the street. Who would have ever thought an older, distinguished guy like Barney could fall for him? Not Barney's business associates or Barney's ex. Kay has a pretty hard time believing it himself, even if he loves Barney with all he has. Can these two find enough common ground?

It's a self-pubbed reprint available at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Throwback Thursday - Cheez Whiz

When I was little, my mom used to make macaroni and cheese using bulk elbow macaronis and cheez whiz. To this day I prefer my mac and cheese like that rather than KD or "proper" mac 'n cheese casserole.

I also had grilled cheese sandwiches with Cheez Whiz. That bright orange jar still reminds me of my childhood.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Movie Tuesday

Saw two movies over the past week. One really great, the other one B movie bad all the way (though to be fair it was meant to be).

I'll deal with B-movie bad first. Lavalanchula. Where a volcano erupts in LA and spews forth all these huge lava filled tarantulas. It's got Steve Guttenburg, who has had a lot of work done and not very well done at that, in it. Basically it's sharknado with lava filled spiders. They even have the guy from Sharknado in a cameo who says he can't help, he's got problems of his own. It was bad. Not quite Sharknado bad, but definitely close and there was lots to make fun of.

The very best part though was when the scientist explained that there would be a queen and that once they dealt with her the rest would fall. And he called her the Mamalanchula. Mama. Lanchula. I cracked up every time they said it.

The other movie I saw was superior in every way. Chef with Jon Faveau, who also wrote and directed the movie. Well he did a really great job of the writing, the directing and the acting. This was a fantastic movie. It was on my list to watch, but BA recommended it highly and so it got bumped up the list.

I enjoyed the characters. From the Chef to his son, his ex-wife, his best friend and line cook. (Played by John Leguizamo who has got to have one of those pictures in his attic because the man does not age!) There were lots of fun bit parts as well -- Robert Downey Jr., Dustin Hoffman, Scarlett Johanssen and even comedian Russel Peters had a fun tiny roll.

I think part of what made me love the movie was how so much of it resonated - chef, writer, actor, painter - I think creative people are all very similar in many ways. And I tell you, when the bad review came out and Chef discovered twitter and had his kid make him an account... well, I kept saying 'don't engage! don't engage!'. And when he found his passion again, doing what he loved, well I could relate to that, too :)

Oh, the music was great, too, and during the end credits, I was definitely chair dancing!.

So I highly recommend Chef.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Healing Fire

While it's been available to pre-order for about a week (and thank you so much to my readers for making it #2 on the bestseller list!) it is officially out today!

Healing Fire

What will it take for a dragon prince to defy his father and fly on his own?

Prince Jules, the least favorite of the Dragon King's children, lives simply, banished to his rooms and the amazing adventures found in his books. He has never left the palace or shifted into his dragon form...he's never done anything.

Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince's new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules' life.

When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.

Get it now at All Romance Ebooks! It will be available on the iBookstore and Amazon eventually and I will share links once I have them.


smutty excerpt:

Jules let his tongue flick out and gather the salt on Lem’s skin. A low, sweet groan filled the air, Lem’s fingers opening and closing. He licked again and again, fascinated by the flavor of Lem’s flesh, salty and rich and male.

“It isn’t right,” Lem whispered, “For you to abase yourself by licking me. But I cannot ask you to stop.”

“I don’t feel abased. I feel strong.” He felt alive and awake.

“I make you feel strong? I like that. I want so many good things for you.”

His tongue moved over the flesh of Lem’s nipple, and the skin tightened, drew up. A long shudder went through Lem as well.

“Good?” Jules wanted it to be good.

“Yes. Yes, please.” Lem’s eyes held a hunger in them.

Excellent. It allowed him to repeat the action, trace the tight nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

“Jules!” Lem’s voice was filled with so much need.

He began to suck, pulling with a steady rhythm. Lem’s hips moved with him, and when he sucked more quickly, Lem’s hips also moved quicker. Fascinating. Truly. Lem clawed at the bed, fingers digging in hard. His bodyguard knew to tell him to stop and so far had not, so Jules didn’t.

“Please, oh, Jules. My prince. My own.” The words sounded like whimpers, breathless pleas.

His fingers slid down to wrap about Lem’s stiffness.

“Yes!” Lem’s cry was loud, and Jules stuffed his hand into Lem’s mouth.

Shh. Shh. Quiet, my Lem.

“Sorry, Jules. Too good.”

He squeezed Lem’s hard cock, stroked once. Lem covered his mouth again, this time with his own hand, and moaned into it.

Jules would push up into a kiss, but his mouth was busy, lips full. The tiny hard bit of flesh in his mouth grew hotter the longer he sucked. He felt Lem’s cock swelling in his fingers, spreading them. His Lem was going to spill again, Jules knew it. He desired it, that loss of control, that scent.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Velvet Blade

Velvet Blade was the last of the original Velvet Glove books. After it came the "VG Resurrection Tales" of which there are only two at the moment. I do hope to rectify that!

Velvet Blade

Gideon Blueplum has made a lot of money working hard and now it's time to play. He's come to the Velvet Glove, ready to pay for a year in advance to enjoy the pleasures that the club offers.

He doesn't expect to meet someone like Tybalt within his first hour of being at the Glove. Tybalt is beautiful, shy, and everything Gideon's been looking for in a sub and Gideon sweeps the man right off his feet.

But Tybalt's a refugee, and his people were all but wiped out by their conquerors. Will he and Gideon be able to play and enjoy each other's company, will they be able to fall in love, without Tybalt's past interfering? Or will that past spell disaster for everyone?

Velvet Blade is available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

smutty excerpt:

He shook his head. "No, darlin'. Just you. Can't you feel it? The connection between us. I know what you need." He stroked Tybalt's smooth cheeks. "You are what I need."

A single tear escaped Tybalt, hot and wet on his fingers. "I can. I can feel."

He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting the salt.

Then he rubbed the tip of his cock along Tybalt's lips.

Tybalt's tongue slipped out, so hot, flicking over the slit in his prick.

"Ty!" He gripped the sink with one hand, locking his knees before he collapsed. "All yours, darlin'." He rubbed his cock along Tybalt's cheek and then slid the tip across Tybalt's lips again. "All yours."

"I. Tell me if I do it wrong?" Another lick, another soft kiss drove him toward madness.

He shook his head. "You can't. Just do what feels good." It might kill him if the kisses and licks stayed so gentle, but it wouldn't be wrong.

Tybalt's eyes closed, the tentative, soft licks continuing, the sensations overwhelming.

He rubbed his fingers along Tybalt's cheeks, touching, loving on the smooth skin to distract himself from the almost too-soft touches.

"More." He barely recognized his own voice, low and needy, husky with want.

Tybalt moaned, the suction so gentle, so careful, but it was more.

"Good, darlin'. It's good. More."

His fingers went white around the porcelain as he held on tight to keep from pushing, from taking Tybalt's mouth.

Tybalt treated him like he was spun glass, like he was the most precious thing ever.

"You won't hurt me." He pushed in a little deeper, cock head sliding on Tybalt's tongue.

The soft moan vibrated along his prick.

He whimpered, pushing a little deeper, a little harder. "More," he begged. "More."

The suction came harder, not enough, but harder.

He licked his lips, fingertips sliding over Tybalt's face. He was going to have to teach Tybalt how to do this by example. Once he'd shaved the man's entire pubic area. The mere though had him shuddering, moving faster into Tybalt's mouth.

He had to admire the fact that Tybalt didn't pull away, didn't panic.

"Touch me," he murmured.

Those long fingers slid over his hips, up over his belly.

"Yes!" He cried out, hips rocking harder, rocking his prick into those sweet lips, Tybalt's touch just what he needed to bring him closer.

Sean

smut fixes everything

Smutterday - End of the Line

I self-pubbed another reprint this week as well -- End of the Line.

Sam is a military vet with bad knees who's just about reached the end of the line as far as wandering is concerned. Thank goodness he meets Chance, an all around good old boy who needs someone to do the heavy lifting at his local feed store.

They hit it off from the start, and as Sam rents a room from Chance he gets to know him. And want him. Their relationship grows over a lot of fishing and hard work, and finding out about the vagaries of old, creaky knees and what it's like to have diabetes. And when these two get going? They find out they're not too old for all that sexy stuff after all. In fact, they're just old enough to realize that the end of the line can lead a man to the best place of all. Home.

End of the Line available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

smutty excerpt:

As soon as Chance was naked, those long fingers started on his clothes, started stripping him down. "Need to see, Sam."

"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry, I... " He leaned forward, pushing their lips together.

Shit, he'd practically forgotten what a kiss felt like. Soft and warm and hello nice to meet you, too. A quiet little moan pushed into his lips, one of Chance's hands sliding around to cup his neck. Chance opened right up, tongue sliding against his own, licking him.

The taste of the man exploded across his tongue and he groaned, pushing into Chance with his body, feeling like a firecracker, all ready to go on a hot July night. Chance didn't pull away either, just snuggled right into him, rubbing. The man was hot, almost liquid in his arms.

He whimpered -- there was no other word for the high-pitched needy little noise he made -- and wrapped his arms around Chance's naked back, hands sliding down to that fine ass and squeezing…
Chance groaned, ass wiggling into his hands, rubbing in little circles.

"Damn, you feel good." He dove back in for another kiss, starting to rub up against Chance, wishing he'd let the man get him naked before starting this because now he felt like a car careening out of control, just going for the edge of that cliff full on.

Chance's fingers started working his jeans open, freeing his cock to the warm touch.

"Oh Fuck!" One push into those long fingers and he was coming like some untried school boy, pulses of pleasure climbing up his spine.

Chance moaned, fingers sliding, spreading his come over his shaft. "Fucking hot."

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed at going off so quick, leaving Chance hanging like that. Those warm fingers were conspiring to keep him hard though, so maybe he had something to offer Chance after all. "'Course you keep that up and I won't have to be."

"No reason to be sorry. More fun to play with the edge off."

He nodded. Chance was probably right. 'Sides, he was used to going months without and then fucking his brains out in an evening and going back to prolonged celibacy, he'd just never needed quite that hard before.

Sean

smut fixes everything