Top Ten Tuesday - Hammer Club Couples

I thought I'd list some of my favorite Hammer Couples. Now, I have a hard time picking favorites, especially with my own writing (my favorite is almost always the last couple I wrote) but I thought I'd choose couples who were the most fun to write.

Top Ten Most Fun Hammer Couples to Write

10. Devon and Barny from This Old House. I've made these guys number 10 because technically they are from a side series - Box of Nails. But they are members of the Hammer Club and they started the entire Box of Nails series, which is another super fun one to write.

9. Oliver and Jack. These guys don't have their own story - but they appear in countless of the other books. Oliver is the old guard. He's the one who started the Hammer Club. He's the one who trained Marcus. He's not perfect - he certainly makes mistakes like he did initially with his judgement of Tanny, but he is a good man. And he and Jack need each other like whoa. And Jack, my screamer, is very fun to write.

8. Hunter and Forrest from Gravity. Ah, my second chance lovers. They broke up, circumstance brings them back together again and they get a chance to make things right. Gotta love being able to make things right.

7. Matt and Adam from Sold. I enjoyed writing these two so much, I followed them to the east coast and the B&B they bought and the Briar Rose series was born. One of the few stories I've done in the Hammer Series where the sub has so much more experience than the Dom. It totally works for them, as does them opening a BDSM B&B where couples can come to learn and explore and get their lives back on track.

6. Gordon and Frank from Push. Ah, my older couple. Frank first appeared in Billy and Tanny's story. He was just a side character, the PI who helps them out. Who knew he had a story of his own to tell? I certainly did until he poked me and told me to start writing. I do love the pushy ones. These two were fun to write, and they're a pair of very good men who are a credit to their community.

4. Bellamy and Key from Trust. Sweet little Key came to me first, with his sad eyes and his suitcase containing everything he owned in the world. It took no time at all for Bellamy to show up and claim him. I do love it when a Top can help his sub heal and learn to trust again.

4. Nick and Little Francis from Beaten. Talking about loing it when a Top can help his sub heal and learn to trust again... Nick and Little Francis have this in spades. They also have another novel in them, and it's just a matter of time. This next novel is super kinky, too.

3. Simon and Jeremy from Forged. You'll note my top three are the three I have revisited most often in short stories *grins*. This one started off normally enough, I had the fish out of water sub Jeremy and the a little older, established top Simon and they got together and adored each other from the start. Then, to my surprise, Jeremy was injured and lost his legs. That was not the plan, but the characters knew and suddenly Jeremy needed Simon in a whole new way to keep him even and focussed and remind him what he had to live for. It is always fun when a character zigs where you expect them to zag.

2. Billy and Tanny from Found, Snared and Owned. These guys practically wrote themselves. They even pointed out when they were at an end point for that section of the story, which is why they are three long (for me) novels. I do love it when they show up in my head with their stories all right there for me to write down. I still love Tanny's attitude - he cracks me up.

1. Marcus and Jim from Bent.  How could they not be number 1? These guys started it all. I had their beginning in my brain, I could see it clearly, and I sat to write and bam, they just kept going and going and going. At 125000 words, I figured I'd better stop there. It was a good ending and as it was it was so much longer than most of what I had written. There's still more of their story to write, I just need to find the right time to do it. But I loved writing them and when I do the shorter stories featuring them, it's like putting on a comfortable outfit and off they go to tell a bit more of their story.

Movie Monday

I watched 3 movies yesterday (Saturday was binging the 2nd season of Westworld,) X-Men Dark Pheonix, Code 8, and Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald.

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I'd wanted to see Dark Pheonix in the theatre, but now that I've actually seen it, I'm glad I didn't spend the money on it. It wasn't a bad movie but it was a little slow. I find the X-men movies very frustrating, because they should be awesome and unfortunately, most of them suffer from the same slowness at best. Also, it doesn't matter what universe of X-men it is - they do seem to love killing off Jean Grey, don't they? Like I said, it wasn't a bad movie, but I did want something more out of it.

Code 8 was one that I saw when looking through what was available on Crave - one of our streaming services this side of the border - and it looked like it could be neat, like it had potential. I fell asleep twice watching this one and didn't really miss anything. So much potential. It was slow, and pretty boring. I hate it when you've got a potential heavy premise and the movie just can't do anything with it. Which is a shame, I could have loved this movie.

I didn't go see Fantastic Beasts the Crimes of Grindelwald in the theatre because I wasn't hugely fussed to after seeing the first one. The best thing about the first one was all the beasts and how Newt is with all of them. And there are quite a few beasts in the first movie. The second movie has a few neat beasts (and I adored the kelpie and especially the chinese dragon) but not nearly enough given that that is my favorite part of these. The rest was honestly a lot of politics. Here's where I say something probably heretical. I am not a Harry Potter fan. I only made it through the first 90 or so pages of the first book, and only lasted that long because everyone was raving about them. It just didn't hold my interest. I saw the movies because I had kids who were the right ages to want to see them. So I'm still not a fan of the world. Which again is a shame because I want to.

Ah well. I did finish all three movies, so that's something (damning with faint praise, maybe?"

I think if you're an X-men fan, you'll enjoy Dark Pheonix, and if you're a Potter fan or a Fantastic Beasts fan you'll enjoy the Grindelwald movie, too.


Happy Monday!
Sean
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Movie Monday

Today I'm going to talk about three series that I binged over the last couple weeks: The Witcher, October Faction, and season 2 of Lost in Space.

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I'll start with the Witcher, which I loved. Most especially the fact that the Witcher himself is a snarky bastard. I love love love the grumpy heroes. Have you read The Jarheads? My Rock is unapologetically gruff and grumpy and very dear to me. I love writing the grumpy demons etc. So I loved Geralt very much. And if you can throw some humor in with the action I'm so there. The hubby and son watched with me - apparently they've both played the games. And so I found out through them that the guy who wrote the books that the game and show was also involved with the show, which rocks.

I know some people complained about the timeline, or at least the lack of cues regarding where each storyline was in the whole. But I didn't mind that at all, in fact I enjoyed realizing all of a sudden that for instance Geralt was actually in the castle when it was being attacked. If only the Queen had allowed him to take the princess with him in the first place...

Anyway - I highly recommend this one, especially if you like dungeons and dragons, the lord of the rings, or magic and magical creatures of all kinds.

October Faction wasn't bad at all. It's set in our world, modern times, and the parents belong to an organization that hunts monsters, while the twins don't know anything about their monster hunting ways. I imagine if you like the genre, you'll enjoy this. I certainly did. I liked learning about the organization, about who the villain was (and how maybe she wasn't the villain of the piece after all.) Anyway, a fun monster hunter show.

Lost in Space, season 2, was as good as season 1 in my opinion. My biggest complaint was that there wasn't enough of the robot in this one. I especially liked the way the humans are finding out that the robots aren't exactly like human-made robots and that just maybe they're sentient, too...

My favorite characters are the robot, Don and Dr. Smith. Also, I like the Robinson kids better than the Robinson parents. Mom Robinson is super smart and I like that, but sometimes her uber focus is annoying and she needs to work on being able to relate to people - which just makes her human, I guess, but these are some of the qualities that I like least.

If you're into science fiction and haven't checked out Lost in Space yet, go for it.


Sean
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Smutterday - Blindfolded for Love

Brand new as of yesterday, it's Blindfolded for Love, the second book in the Nailz series, which stars two friends of Rick's.

Will it take a blindfold to help two longtime friends see what’s right in front of them?

Jared Durant and Dorian Fitzhugh have been friends since their university days. Busy and at the top of their game work-wise, they nonetheless have stayed in touch, their friendship deepening. What neither man realizes is that he’s been starring in the other’s fantasies for a long time.

It takes Rick Hernerby, the mutual friend who introduced them in the first place, to finally get the ball rolling with a devious Valentine’s Day gift neither Jared nor Dorian will soon forget.

buy links:

Kobo (until Monday)

Amazon (and KU starting on Monday)

Smutty Excerpt:

He stepped through the door into an antechamber with a place for the trappings of his day-to-day life.

His leathers were there, the tight-fitting pants black and buttery soft. The harness with its metal O-rings also black. Jesus, Rick had thought of everything. It made him wonder how much he’d had to bribe the staff here to do this, but he supposed all he needed to know was that it had happened. He changed into his leathers, using the routine of undressing and redressing to get him into the right headspace. There was a note on the door. “His safeword is Red Light.” Excellent.

Dorian checked himself in the mirror when he was done. He looked every inch the studly master. Perfect.

Then he took the mask—black and filling his nose with leather—and settled it over his eyes before striding into the next room to discover his plaything.

He took two steps and immediately stopped short, his breath trapped in his chest.

Jared.

It was Jared bound there in the center of the room, standing with arms and legs cuffed with leather, the chains spreading him wide. Crimson cloth cut the pale skin—silencing eyes and mouth, binding the heavy, turgid cock.

Fucking hell. This was his fantasy, laid out for him. Did Jared know? Was he in on this with Rick? Could Dorian trust this? He pushed that last thought back immediately. Jared and Rick were friends and Rick wouldn’t hurt him by joking about this, not like this.

If anyone didn’t know, it was Jared. Rick had always said that if Jared had half the energy he spent on running away from his needs…

“Good evening, boy.”

Jared went still, then shook his head as if to clear it.

“I see you have a bell in your hand as you’re gagged.” He began to relax into his role. Rick seemed to have thought of absolutely everything, and Dorian was going to trust that. “Jingle it once if you understand dropping it is your safeword until I remove the gag.”

Jared shivered but jingled the bell once.

“Excellent. Now I can explore my new acquisition.”

He walked deliberately around Jared, admiring every line. Fuck, the man was even better looking naked than he could have imagined. The heavy cock was full, wet-tipped, and waxed to within an inch of Jared’s life.

That must have been quite a vision. He licked his lips and slid his finger along Jared’s chest, enjoying the smooth, warm skin. The tiny nips went tight and hard, begging his attention. He flicked one idly, smiling as Jared’s entire body tightened, Jared’s fingers curling in on themselves. He circled the little nipple, then flicked his fingernail across it again.

That earned him a low moan, and Jared arched, yearning toward him.

He hummed, letting his fingers slide down to circle the full, bound cock. The skin here was also smooth and based on the shiver that went through Jared, more sensitive as well. Dorian tapped the tip, none too gently, and watched the hard flesh bob. It made him lick his lips, his whole body on alert, aroused and wanting.

“Have they filled you, boy? Or did they save that for me?”

Jared shook his head, cheeks flushing a dark rose.

“Good. I assume you are ready, though.” Slick and open. If Jared was his for more than just one day, Jared would always be stretched, lubed, ready for his will at any time day or night.

Jared nodded furiously, Adam’s apple bobbing, and Dorian walked around behind Jared, spreading the sweet cheeks wide so he could see the glistening hole that waited for his attentions.

“Excellent.” He pushed two fingers in, fucking a few times and spreading his fingers apart to open Jared up a little. The tiny hole was tight and hot inside. “Oh, I could tear you up, boy, and make you beg for more.”

He was going to start now by plugging Jared’s hole. Filling him until it was time to fuck him. Then there’d be some fun.

Sean

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Smutterday - If You Really Go Demon

As promised, here's a smutty excerpt for If You Really Go Demon! Now 15% off the regular price at Changeling Press!

If You Really Go Demon

Griff has been living with a terrible secret for centuries. He’s a high demon, but he has wild needs and desires to be a pleasure demon -- to submit to another. Such things are forbidden in hell, but he finally breaks down and confesses his desires to his best friend Savilry, risking not just their friendship but his own safety.

He could never have dreamed Savilry’s response, and Griff will never be the same again.

buy links:
Changeling - available now - 15% off!
Apple Books - avaible for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Amazon - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Kobo - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th


Smutty Excerpt:

“You said you wanted a master. Show me that you mean it.” Sav sat back a little on the couch, spreading his legs. Griff couldn’t miss the nearly hard cock in Sav’s gauzy pants.

Could he do this? Could he kneel before Sav, take that heavy cock in his lips?

Sav was still rubbing Griff’s horn, and the act made his eyes cross, made him slip between Sav’s thighs like a lower demon who was made to pleasure his master.

“Maybe there’s something to these visions of yours.” Sav opened his thin pants with one hand, fat cock popping up and slapping Griff in the face.

Sav gave him an arch look, like his best friend was daring him to say no. To laugh and refuse, or just run away maybe.

He wasn’t a coward, though. He’d lived with these dreams for a century; he could do this. There was no shame in pleasure. He leaned down, tongue dragging over the fat, swollen tip, the flavor there shocking, electrifying.

Sav moaned for him, the sound low and luscious. And Sav kept stroking his horns, fingers moving slowly along them. Griff closed his eyes, his suction increasing as his need did.

“Such a pretty demon. I’ve been jealous of your coloring for years.”

He flushed darker, hotter, and he pulled harder on the flesh in his mouth.

“Beelzebub, you’re good at this. Have you been doing this on the sly?” Sav’s words were husky, needy.

He lifted his head, shocked. “No! I’ve never!”

“Well you’re very good at it, Griff. Like so good. But you stopped.” Sav pouted.

“You asked me a question!” Of course he answered.

“Well, you’ve answered it already -- so get back to it!”

He didn’t want to, but he liked it when Sav ordered him around like that. Sav’s finger’s dug into the heavy braids around his horns, claws massaging him down deep.

“Don’t stop, Griff. You’ve got a magical tongue.”

The praise made him beam, made him suck hard, striving for the kind words again. Drop after smoky drop of pre-come slipped from Sav’s cock to land on his tongue.

He could learn to crave it, that flavor, the touch of Sav on his head.

“Suck harder. You’re making me buzz and it feels good.” Sav’s voice poured over him like honey and he sucked harder.

He wanted to make Sav come. He wanted to pull Sav’s pleasure out of him. He wanted to know. Please. Please, Master.

Sav began to thrust, pushing up into his mouth, and making little noises. The fingers around his horns squeezed and released, the sensation making him gasp. He was so unbelievably hard and every moment increased his need.

His hips began to move, to hunt for friction against the fabric of his pants.

“Gonna come,” Sav warned him. “Gonna come hard.”

He braced himself, swallowing hard, over and over -- he wasn’t backing off now.

Sav cried out for him and seed poured down his throat. It was shocking. It was salty and smoky and sweet all at the same time. Sav’s fingers dug into his scalp, into his horns, and he continually swallowed convulsively.

Griff rested his cheek on Sav’s thigh, his cock aching with his need.

“Wow. Seriously, Griff. You are very good at that. And your enthusiasm… yeah. You’ve definitely been thinking about it, haven’t you? A whole lot.”

He ducked his head and pulled away, forcing himself to stand. “I should probably go, shouldn’t I?”

“Sit down, Griff. You need to deal with that erection you’re sporting before the skin splits.” Sav leaned forward, dark eyes shining. “I could help you with that.”

“Please.” Oh, please. He wanted nothing more.

“You want me to take you?” Sav asked, licking his lips. “Or do something  simpler?” Sav didn’t specify which of those options he would prefer.

Griff moaned, his knees buckling. “I --” How did he answer that?

“I’d love to fuck you if that’s what you want. I mean, you did say you wanted to take it, right?” Sav patted his cock, which had barely gone down at all post-blowjob and was looking like it was going to head back to hard.

Sean

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Throwback Thursday

I recently put up a couple of books that were originally out with Resplendence Publishing. I originally wrote this one in 2013 for their Handcuffs and Lace line, featuring cops and BDSM. Needless to say I had a lot of fun with this one.

It's available on Amazon and KU!

Royal Flush

Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.

Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.


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Royal sat at the bar and watched the whiskey swirl in his glass, the ice cubes clinking together, the scent of the liquor like spoiled cologne.

Fuck.

This shit sucked, so hard.

Ten years of working on the force. Eight years of working homicide. Three years deep undercover. Shit, he was the bastard who had helped collar Newt Lansome, the Craft Killer, and it only took one bad collar. One asshole swearing Royal had fudged with evidence and he…

Fuck.

Resign and keep your pension, or you and your partner can both get eaten alive by the fucking IA bastards.

It figured he had enough feelings, stupid as they were, about Mike that he’d agreed to the deal. Hell, he thought Mike was probably tickled. They’d never recovered from their last heavy case… Sure, Mike had known Royal was gay, but the undercover case had slammed it home to Mike in a way Royal’s former partner had obviously not wanted to know.

Royal shook his head, knocked back the booze, hoping it would ease things a bit.

A shadow fell over him and a low sexy chuckle sounded. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”

“What?” Surely no one was talking to him. Not here.

The guy leaned against the bar next to him, muscled body appearing, face coming into view. The guy had short spiky hair dyed completely white. There were about a dozen piercings in one ear, the other one empty. And tattoos… Royal could see a dragon’s head coming up over one shoulder, looking right at him from the dude’s neck.

“I said I bet you’re still wearing my ring.”

Bone. The piercer. The fucking stud of a piercer who’d put a ring in Royal’s cock.

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus.

Royal had been Collin then, and Mike had been Louis. Master Louis and his boy. Mike, who was the straightest man on earth, was inadvertently fulfilling Royal’s dirtiest fantasies.

“Well?”

Jesus. Bone’s smile was wicked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Royal’s cock and the ring embedded in the tip bobbed in his jeans.

Bone chuckled. “I’ll put money on it, man.”

“Look, I don’t…” Royal didn’t look the same. He couldn’t. He had a beard now, hair shaggy and loose, and he wasn’t being the needy, kinky bottom boy.

“A hundred bucks says I’m right. Two seconds in the men’s, and it’s yours if I’m barking up the wrong tree.” That wicked smile flashed again. “But I’m not.”

“What do you want, man?” Royal couldn’t win that bet, so he wouldn’t take it.

He remembered watching Bone hold his cock, pierce it, slid the thick ring through his slit. Mike had thrown up afterward, just disgusted. Royal hadn’t thrown up, though. He hadn’t even wanted to.

“You’re pricklier than I remember.”

“Things have changed.” Royal had changed. The whole fucking world had changed.

“You still on the job?” Bone had known. He’d been the one who’d told them what piercings a slave might have.

“No.” Bone had been their source, had taught them how to behave. Royal hadn’t been sure Mike would ever look at him again.

“So take the bet. We can change the terms. If you’re still wearing it, you give me a blow job; if you aren’t, I’ll give you one.”

Well, fuck. He just… Fuck. “How about double or nothing?”

“Sure.” Bone grinned, the look wicked. “I bet you want to give me that blow job.”

“And I bet you want to be on your knees for me. What’s the challenge?” He’d had just enough whiskey to be stupid.

“You’re the one who wanted to go double or nothing. You name the challenge.”

“Arm wrestling?”

Bone snorted, shook his head. “How about I bet I can make you come without touching you? I do it; you come be my slut for the weekend. I don’t… You get whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” That was a pretty big fucking bet.

Bone looked him up and down, licked his lips. “Whatever you want.”

“Okay.” He’d jacked off this morning, and shit, he wasn’t in that oh-do-me-now space, so yeah. Yeah. He could hang with this.

Bone held out his hand, and they shook.

Shit, the man’s hand was big. Hot. It had touched him, intimately. God, as soon as he got his blowjob, he was going home and hiding.

Bone let go slowly and signaled for a beer. “You want to do this here, or at a private booth?”

“I drink here a lot, man. We’ll sit in the back.”

“Lead the way. Your ass will be my inspiration.”

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday

On Friday I have a new release with Changeling Press! This is the second book in the Once You Go Demon series. You don't have to have read the first book to get this one - it's set in the same world (that would be Hell, as these boys are demons!) There's an excerpt below and look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday!

If You Really Go Demon

Griff has been living with a terrible secret for centuries. He’s a high demon, but he has wild needs and desires to be a pleasure demon -- to submit to another. Such things are forbidden in hell, but he finally breaks down and confesses his desires to his best friend Savilry, risking not just their friendship but his own safety.

He could never have dreamed Savilry’s response, and Griff will never be the same again.

buy links:
Changeling - available on Friday the 7th
Apple Books - avaible for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Amazon - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th
Kobo - available for pre-order now, out on the 14th


Excerpt:

“I’m sorry.” Griff’s horns ached, so heavy, so much -- they throbbed like a sore -- but he couldn’t look at his oldest, dearest friend. He didn’t want to see the disgust and disappointment in Savilry’s eyes. “I didn’t know who else to talk to.”

High demons were meant to rule, to control, to fight and gather magic and energy to them. To fuck and bite and dominate.

Something was terribly wrong with him.

Savilry tilted his head, horns curling beautifully from his head. Sav’s eyes were nearly black, his skin a lovely deep burgundy, his hair a shade darker than that. He blinked a few times, then reached out and touched Griff’s hand. “You did the right thing, coming to me. Bealzabub knows what would have happened if you’d pursued this on your own.”

“I’m so sorry. I just… I have these dreams.” Even just thinking about them made his cock respond.

Sav leaned toward him. “What kind of dreams? Tell me.”

“I --”

“Griff, this is the least you’ll be asked.”

His cheeks burned, his eyes cast down on his folded hands. “I dream about being taken, about being changed, about becoming someone else.”

“You dream of being the fuckee instead of the fucker?” Sav’s dark eyes settled on him, staring intently, his friend getting immediately to the heart of the matter.

“Yes. About being touched deep inside with my master’s seed.”

Sav’s eyes went wide, and he drew in a quick, sharp breath.

“Don’t hate me. Please. I didn’t know who else to talk to.” Who else would he tell that he intended to throw himself on the mercy of one of the leaders of the great houses?

“I could never hate you, Griff, but do you have any idea what you’re asking for?”

“To be taken. To make these awful cravings ease.”

“It’s not what you’re made for, though, and once you go down that path, it’s permanent. You can’t decide you want to come back. Your horns…” Sav reached out and stroked his horns, fingers slowly tracing them. “They’d shrink. You know that. Ours grow when we take our boys -- so do our cocks. What will you do if they just become tiny nubs? If they become something aching and tiny?”

His cock began to grow. He didn’t want that, of course, but at the same time he did. He needed it desperately.

Sav’s eyes went even wider. “I can smell your arousal.”

“I should go. I’m sorry.” God, he was so ashamed. He shouldn’t have told Sav; he hated that he was going to lose his best friend over this. He stood to flee.

“Sit down, Griff,” Sav told him and he sat immediately at the order. “We’re going to figure this out.”

Sav wrapped a hand around one of his horns, stroking slow and easy, steadily. He closed his eyes and hummed, the sensation settling right in his balls. Damn, that felt good.

“We are going to figure it out,” Sav repeated. “But before we do anything, I want your mouth on my cock.”

Time stopped. “What?”

Sean

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