Throwback Thursday the second

It's Star Trek's 50th birthday today! I totally want to do a throwback thursday post for this, too, so I am. Two today makes up some for all the ones I don't get to ;)

I can remember watching Star Trek reruns when I was a kid. They were on CBC on Sunday mornings and I loved them. It's funny, because you look at them and they're cheesy as hell. But they were groundbreaking. Of course at the time, all I cared about was being entertained and they were indeed entertaining. I have been a sci-fi fan from early on.

I remember how excited I was when I found out they were making another series. I had moved out on my own at that point, and Star Trek: The Next Generation was on Saturday evenings. I remember my sister would come over and we'd order either Chinese food (I can't remember where from) or pizza from Bonora, a local pizza place. We'd eat and watch Star Trek and hang out. Every Saturday for it's entire run, if I remember correctly.

I also remember the 'remote'. You see, we didn't always get to sit in our chairs and change the TV channels. You used to have to go up to the TV and change it manually. I had the first 'cable box' which doubled as a channel changer. It was a rectangular light brown box with twenty five buttons. Whichever button you pressed in was the channel it went to. And there was a toggle to adjust things slightly. Oh! And I shouldn't forget the wire that went from the TV to the box, so you could only take it so far.

Ah, the things you take for granted nowadays...


Sean
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Throwback Thursday

Back when I was a kid I use to have to walk uphill both ways... No, seriously, though. I have always loved September. While I was always ready for school to be over and summer to start at the end of the school year, by the time back to school rolled around I was totally ready and looking forward to it. From elementary up to university, I just loved school. So back to school to me was always a wonderful time of the year. 

Nowadays I look forward to September for it meaning that summer is over. Of course so far September has been more hot than not, but there's a promise of fall coming soon. Supposedly, Sunday is going to have a high of 21C with an overnight low of 12C. These are temperatures I can get behind. 

In elementary, I can remember lining up by grades, with our final report cards from the year before in hand so the teachers could make sure we were in the right line. As I walked past the elementary school near where I live the other morning, I could see the kids lining up by grade. Some things never change, it seems.

Funnily enough, I can't remember what the process was for high school. Why would I remember the elementary first day of school routine but not the high school one? Weird.

But back to school always meant school supplies - pens and paper and rulers, protractors. It meant new teachers and new classrooms. New textbooks and new books for English. It meant a brand new semester without any grades yet, and everything had the potential to be awesome.

I do get nostalgic for it sometimes and think how much fun it would be to take a few courses. But then the urge passes -- usually about the time the boys start getting noisy in my head again!

To relate this back to books - I have a book featuring a couple of college students - The Tutor. It's currently 40% off on All Romance Ebooks through to the 15th.

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?

Previously published by Torquere Press.

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Sean

smut fixes everything

Happy Humping Day!

Happy Humping Day!

I hope you're all having a good one.

Sean

smut fixes everything

My God It's Monday

Labour Day Monday at that. This means it's almost fall, right This is the last long weekend of the summer. Work, school, everything starts back up tomorrow.

I've actually had a couple of fairly lazy days - got everything finished up on Saturday so that I could have two days more or less off. They have been very nice.

I am feeling extremely lazy right now, too. so I'm just going to say Happy Labor Day! May the fall be with us!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Not Quite Smutterday - Made to Order

So it was smutterday yesterday, but I figure smut a day late is still smut ;)

Today's smutty excerpt is from Made to Order. It's a reprint that I've self-pubbed.

Sarge is a man of routine. That's what happens to longtime military men; they go to the same restaurants and eat the same meals every week. Of course, the draw of Sarge's favorite diner might just be the very handsome Jack.

When Jack finds out that Sarge is planning on spending Christmas alone, he decides to make his move on the man he's been admiring for a long while. Even if nothing happens, he wants to share his holiday with Sarge, who he's come to think of as a friend. Can these two lonely men find out that Christmas is better when they have someone to share it with?

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smutty excerpt:

He figured he was only going to have a problem if Sarge didn't kiss him at all.

Those gnarled hands were surprisingly hot as they tilted his face. There were flecks of pale, pale grey in those blue eyes and he could tell the man used to have hair dark as his own by the lashes that surrounded them. The first touch of their lips together was firm, sure, confident, very much like the man himself.

Oh, it felt good -- hot -- and it went straight to his cock.

Sarge made the softest sound, just sort of breathed it against his lips, but it was hot and rich and made him feel so good. His lips parted slightly, tongue coming out to taste Sarge's lips. The man tasted of cigars and dip and pure male.

There was nothing soft or tentative about the Sarge's response. His lips were opened, mouth explored with a determined hunger. A shudder of need went through him, and he opened his mouth wide, offering Sarge everything he would take. And damned if Sarge didn't take. The kiss stole his breath, his good sense, made him hard as a rock.

Jack moaned and shifted, hips pushing, searching the air for something to rub against. One of Sarge's hands, hot and sure and hard, cupped his cock, gave him that pressure, that friction he needed. Oh, that was nice. It was damned fine and he reached out, hand finding Sarge's thigh and sliding along it to the man's crotch, eager to give pleasure as well as take it.

Sarge must have thought so, too, given the way those muscled thighs parted and the kiss turned from hot to blazing in seconds.

It was awkward, the way they were sitting, but it felt too damned good to suggest moving, so he just went with it, tongue tangling with Sarge's, hand working the very thick, very hot, very hard bulge under his palm.

Sarge leaned back a little, panting. "I'm too old to be creaming my jeans, Jack. There a problem with unzipping, finding skin?"

He liked the way Sarge was upfront, no games, no coyness, just straight shooting. So to speak. It made him reciprocate with equal forthrightness. "You wanna get horizontal, too? My bedroom's not that far and the bed's big enough for two."

"Your turkey going to be able to wait a while?" Sarge's thumb stroked along his prick, firm, insistent.

He groaned, a shudder going through him at the touch. "I'll turn it down."

"Good." Sarge stood, held out one hand. "Show me your room."

He let Sarge help him out, holding the weathered hand as he made his way back to the kitchen to turn the turkey way down and then on to his bedroom. He'd built the house himself and his bedroom was a beauty -- floor to ceiling windows made up one wall, the other three made up of several woods patterned together. He was proud of this room, but right now, all he wanted was to get Sarge naked and show him the bed.

The thought made him chuckle. "I don't even know your real name, Sarge," he said when he went for Sarge's buttons.

"Bill. Name's Bill." Sarge's hands framed his face and he was given another long, hot kiss.

"Bill..." he murmured, capturing Bill's tongue and sucking on it as his hands pushed the shirt off Sarge's back. Bill was solid and broad, but wiry, skin smooth and hot under his hands. He explored the muscles with his fingers, learning them.

Oh, the man felt good. Really good.

His own shirt was opened and pushed off, Sarge tugging them tight together, groaning low as their skin met. Sliding his hands over Sarge's back, he opened his mouth wide beneath Bill's onslaught, cock still hard, pleasure giving him goose bumps.

Bill's thumbs hooked into his waistband, fingers framing his ass. The man was just hot and sexy, and Jack was damned glad they were doing this. He pushed back into Bill's hands, his own fingers searching for Sarge's nipples.

Tight and hard for him, Sarge's body rippled as he squeezed and he found himself hauled against that strong body, hips rubbing. "Lose the pants, Jack. I want to see."

He moaned, Bill's gruff order zinging straight to his cock. He followed the order, too, fingers fumbling before he got the belt, button and zipper out of the way, pushing the pants from his hips.

Sarge rumbled softly, stepping forward to take his cock in hand, balls cupped with the other. "Mmm. Looks good."

Sean

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Contest Winner and New Contest

Look! I'm only a day late picking a winner for my last contest - a print copy of The Luckiest Master! Be sure to watch out for other signs of the Apocalypse as you're out and about today.

The winner of a print copy of The Luckiest Master is Jody A. Congrats!

This week's contest is for an ebook copy of Shifter Rescue: Spirit. The book comes out on Friday so I'll close the contest at midnight on Thursday - and draw the winner on Friday morning.

Just send me an email with "Spirit" in the subject line to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) for your chance to win and I'll randomly draw a winner on Friday morning.

When spirit bear shifter Harry bursts into the Old Tavern calling for sanctuary, Pirou is more than happy to offer it to the bleeding and terrified man. After all, hysterical and clearly abused, Harry is just the kind of shifter the rescue operation is made for.

Metro is a friend of the rescue who comes in once a month to do the books. When he sees Harry, he feels sympathy for the little bear, and something deeper, too. As he spends more time with Harry, Metro falls for him.

Will Harry ever be able to let go of the things that were done to him long enough to let Metro in? Only time and patience will tell.

Available on September 9 from Changeling Press.

Sean

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Throwback Thursday

Sometime I know exactly what I'm going to chat about for Throwback Thursdays, other days I'm not so sure. How far back do you go for it to still be a throwback? Is two years enough?

I guess today I'll talk about Underground: Special Teams. This one came out two years ago this month. The cover, done by Kris Norris, is so hot. She's done the cover for the next one for me, too. Yum.

I had a blast writing Special Teams. It was one of those where I had a general idea about doing a series that followed guys from an underground club rather than anything official, just guys getting together to play, to socialize, to find others who were like-minded. Some are already paired up, others are single and looking. Then Keifer showed up and Hunter was right behind him going, that one is mine! I don't argue with the characters, especially when they write as hard and fast as these guys did. I had an absolute blast with them.

With the next Underground novel coming out mid-month, I thought I'd feature Special Teams and it's currently 35% off at All Romance. It's also available at Amazon, but you can't put books on sale there, so full price. All Romance does have the mobi file available.

When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very bare. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.

With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.

Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?

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It's also available at Amazon

Hey, Throwback Thursday means it's almost Friday!

Sean
smut fixes everything