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Friday, October 31, 2014

Happy Halloween and contest!


Happy Halloween! 



I'm having a Halloween Contest -- leave me a comment letting me know what your favorite thing about Halloween is (it can be as simple as what your favorite candy is) and I'll randomly pull a winner tomorrow morning. Prize is an ebook of your choice from my back catalog (it can also include any of my upcoming releases -- The Piercer's Game, Shibari Auction House: Brent, Everyday Stories, the Jarheads short story collection, and Cereus: Rescue.)

May your day be filled with treats! Like this one:



Sean
smut fixes everything


Thursday, October 30, 2014

Throwback Thursday -- Need and Chosen (with steamy excerpt)

I thought I would go with a paranormal story today as it's Halloween tomorrow! So I chose Need, my first published paranormal, and then of course I had to include the sequel, Chosen. There's a naughty excerpt from Need below as well.


When Bast picks up Trick, a street hustler with few prospects, Trick is prepared to play along, to have some fun. What he’s not prepared for is falling in love. Good thing for him the obsession is shared on both sides, Bast just as quickly falling for him, needing him.

But Bast is far older than Trick can even imagine, and he has another necessity that’s just as pressing as his love for Trick. Will his vampire nature drive them apart? Or can Trick accept that need takes all forms, and give himself to Bast completely?

publisher link
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Vampire Bast and his lover Trick are still alive, or not, and kicking in this sequel to Need! Still very human Trick is dealing with the difficulty of having a lover who can't go out in the sun, Bast is trying to accept the changes the world throws at him, and they're both working on understanding the bond between them.

Trick has asked Bast to feed on him alone, and while that's easy enough for Bast because of his deep love for Trick, it causes all sorts of complications. Their friends don't really understand what happens when Bast feeds on Trick, worried that Bast will somehow do his lover harm. Trick figures they're just jealous because he has Bast and they don't, but it could cause serious problems for the pair when their old crowd starts threatening to take Trick away.

To make matters worse, Trick knows he's not getting any younger, and he's starting to worry that he won't be able to keep Bast happy, or fed, for the rest of his life.

Can Trick and Bast settle the problems that seem to follow them? Or will they fold under the pressure of being a vampire and his Chosen?

publisher link
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Steamy Excerpt from Need:

Bast opened to Trick, letting himself be kissed and touched, his focus on controlling his need. Trick was heavy against him, hot and hard, the smell of semen and bourbon and blood wafting in the air.

Trick's tongue surged into his mouth, sliding along his teeth and tangling with his tongue. One of Trick's hands slid into his hair, angling his head and sliding his mouth sideways, changing the kiss as Trick's tongue slid deeper.

He pulled Trick's t-shirt out from the waistband, hands moving to trail over the warm skin, tracing muscles that jumped for him, leapt up into his touch. He moaned into Trick's mouth, hips pushing up.

Trick pushed back, the motion rolling, rhythmic, pressing their erections together, the bite of Trick's zipper cold through his skintight clothes.

Bast was awash with need, hungry as if he hadn't fed both passion and thirst with a sweet young thing with blood like cheap wine and strawberries only hours ago. It was terrifying, agonizing, unbearably exciting.

The mouth feeding from his pulled away as Trick slid the zipper of Bast's catsuit down and pushed the material off his chest. Trick's hot mouth closed over one of his nipples, teeth grazing and tongue sliding hot and wet.

Bast watched as Trick nibbled and suckled at his skin. The curve of Trick's neck was bared, close and throbbing with life, calling with a steady low wail - oboe solos in an empty concert hall. Bast traced the fine line with one finger, cock swelling impossibly at the pulse beneath his touch.

Or maybe like the scream of a thin-lipped punker, backed by nothing but a snare and a beat-up Les Paul.

Trick slid the zipper down further, fingers beneath it, making sure it slid smoothly over his cock. The warm skin slid against him, just a tease, and then disappeared again once his suit was completely unzipped.

"Oh, Sweets, you make me ache." Bast tugged the dark cotton t-shirt off Trick's chest, hands ranging over the hot-smooth skin.

Trick's eyes met his as Trick arched into his touch; they were full of passion and hunger. "I know the feeling."

He groaned, surging up so his body met Trick's, hissing at the heat and pleasure that filled him. He ducked his head against the hard shoulder, letting his open mouth trail over blood pumping close to the surface. Symphonies. He could hear symphonies pounding away inside those veins. "Who are you, Sweets? What magic do you hold?"

"I'm Trick -- told you I was good." The cocky words were spoken somewhat breathlessly, one of Trick's hands twisting his nipple, the other sliding down between them toward his cock.

"Want you. Hungry..." So close, Bast could feel the life, right there, right beneath his tongue and this one would taste so sweet, so good. "Oh..."

"Oh yeah." Trick's hand circled his cock and began to stroke him, pulling strong and steady. "Let me fuck you, Bast? I'll make you feel so good."

"Yes. Want to feel you inside me." Bast groaned, fingers tangling within Trick's hair. The temptation to tilt the boy's head and draw that fascinating rhythm into himself was painful. "Want to feel you deep."

"Yeah, that's right, deep inside you." Trick shifted, pulling them up and then beginning to work his skintight suit off. "Trick'll take care of you."

"Will you?"


Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Velvet Diamonds is available!

All my short Velvet Glove stories have been collected and put out as an anthology!


From Kes, the Velvet Glove’s guest manager finding his soul mate in A Bird in the Hand, to corporate leader Isaak finding what he needs as a sub with Velvet Glove regular Car in Raw Need, these five stories run the gamut from sweet to spicy. Just like the Velvet Glove has a little something for everyone, these gems explore five different flavors for you.

Velvet Diamonds brings together five previously published short stories from the Velvet Glove world. Stories included are: A Bird in the Hand, Peace Within the Quiet, Love and the Farmer, Three to Heal, and Raw Need.

It's available here from the publisher, and should be available at the distributors within the next couple of days.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, October 27, 2014

My God It's Monday

Yet again, another Monday. Another week where the last time I posted was Monday last week...

I was actually feeling under the weather for a good part of last week, so I just laid low. Of course that means that this week I'm twice as busy -- no time off goes unpunished ;)

The weather is currently gorgeous. We have the odd rainy day, but mostly it's nice and cool during the day and colder at night, just how I like it. Soon enough there will be snow and I will love that, too.

The leaves are having their last gasp, turning darker and more into the browns with lots of trees already having lost their leaves. It's definitely looking and feeling more fall like every day. November is typically cold and gloomy, making everyone happy when the snow finally turns up. Snow is way dryer than rain to walk in, it's fun to play in, it makes things brighter as any light is reflected. Really, I can say something good about all the seasons except summer, and when pressed, I can even come up with some good things about it.

The very best thing about fall is about to happen -- Halloween! I love Halloween very much. My favorite holiday. (Christmas is fun, too, but it's not Halloween).

I have a story in Dreamspinner's 2014 Advent calender -- 31 stories, one delivered a day. The price is lowest if you pick it up before November 1.

My story is The Swag Man Delivers

Orpheus “O” Drummond, a recent Ph.D. graduate, is visiting Australia after defending his thesis, and being dumped by his boyfriend. While alone on the beach in Australia was not how he’d originally planned on spending his Christmas, when O runs into Gage, he figures Santa knew exactly what he was doing.

Gage is traveling away from his Texan home, trying to “find himself.” When he finds O instead, he doesn’t think things could have worked out better. Together Gage and O celebrate Christmas in the best way they can think of.

It's available here. (All stories will be available individually on December 1.)


This Wednesday (October 27) I have a release -- five Velvet Glove short stories have been collected into an anthology. These have been previously available individually.

From Kes, the Velvet Glove’s guest manager finding his soul mate in A Bird in the Hand, to corporate leader Isaak finding what he needs as a sub with Velvet Glove regular Car in Raw Need, these five stories run the gamut from sweet to spicy. Just like the Velvet Glove has a little something for everyone, these gems explore five different flavors for you.

Velvet Diamonds brings together five previously published short stories from the Velvet Glove world. Stories included are A Bird in the Hand, Peace Within the Quiet, Love and the Farmer, Three to Heal, and Raw Need

Look for it on Wednesday from Torquere Press!


Sean 
smut fixes everything

Monday, October 20, 2014

My God It's Monday

Wow, it's one of those Mondays that so very much feels like a Monday.

I had a really hard time getting up, I can't seem to concentrate or get anything done. And I have no attention span whatsoever. I can't even give the guys the attention they deserve today. So in lieu of real content, here is a little bit from the story I'm working on that has no home whatsoever, but that is the squeakiest wheel in the bunch!

It's pg-ish for discussion of adult stuff, but not terribly naughty.

"I have a few questions. Uh. You're comfortable with that idea? Fetish, I mean. This client has very specific ideas." Lance pushed over the illustrations that his client had sent.

Tide looked at them and hummed, then passed them over to Ty and Bryan.

Lance knew he was blushing, but he couldn't help it. These guys were the first ones who seemed like they might be anywhere close to workable.

"These are ambitious. You'll need the right people to pull them off." Ty sounded like he knew what he was talking about. "You need three people who are... close." Ty looked at Tide, grin.

"Yes. I need men who aren't ashamed of their bodies or their arousal."

Ty stroked Bryan's shoulder, like he was petting a big cat. "There is no shame for us in what we do. And we've worked with Tide before, giving demonstrations. Some in these exact poses."

"I'm imagining a few sessions to get all the poses and then one for reshoots. That is, if you're willing, of course."

"It looks like it's going to be a fascinating piece in the end," Tide noted.

Ty nodded, nudged Bryan. "Boy?"

"It looks exciting, Master. Truly. But only if it's for art, not porn."

Master? Had Bryan said Master?

"Yeah, we don't do porn." Tide shot the comment in Lance's direction.

"This is for a private collection. I'm selling him the prints, not the original files." Those were his.

"We'd want a copy of the pictures as well." Tide looked through the sketches again. "And a guarantee that any other prints would need to be approved by us."

"I can offer that. I mean, if it goes well, I mean, I'd totally be open to hiring you for more photos." He took a deep breath. "I mean, would you guys like a coffee?"


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Living the Dream now out!

Wentworth “Went" Dawson, young CEO and owner of Dawson Dynamics, is on an enforced vacation after suffering a mild heart attack. He has a list of foods he shouldn’t eat and a prescription for downtime, which is why he’s at Lake Tahoe, California, sitting in the hotel restaurant working on his laptop.

Chip knows all about life in the fast lane and heart attacks, the very reasons he sold his dot-com company six years ago and is now experiencing his own personal joy in the mountains, skiing, snowboarding, swimming, and hiking. Putting in a shift at the restaurant for spending money, he’s immediately attracted to the man with the laptop, and a little flirting proves that Went is interested also.

Will Went and Chip simply have a quick vacation fling, or is there more between them than meets the eye?

It's currently 35% off at the publisher!

Yesterday's post was a steamy excerpt from this book.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Smuterday - Living the Dream

Today I have a steamy snippet from Living the Dream, which comes out tomorrow at Amber Allure.

Wentworth “Went" Dawson, young CEO and owner of Dawson Dynamics, is on an enforced vacation after suffering a mild heart attack. He has a list of foods he shouldn’t eat and a prescription for downtime, which is why he’s at Lake Tahoe, California, sitting in the hotel restaurant working on his laptop.

Chip knows all about life in the fast lane and heart attacks, the very reasons he sold his dot-com company six years ago and is now experiencing his own personal joy in the mountains, skiing, snowboarding, swimming, and hiking. Putting in a shift at the restaurant for spending money, he’s immediately attracted to the man with the laptop, and a little flirting proves that Went is interested also.

Will Went and Chip simply have a quick vacation fling, or is there more between them than meets the eye?


Steamy Smuterday Excerpt:

Chuckling, he followed that ass in, glancing around as the door shut behind him. God, look at this place. It was all windows in the back, looking over a huge deck with a hot tub. The ceramic tile looked like brick, warm and red, and all the furniture was dark. There were dozens and dozens of weird little knickknacks everywhere—tiki heads on the floor, shells and crystals and books on shelves, masks hanging from the wall.

“You do a lot of traveling?”

“Sure, when the urge strikes. I love to go and do and see.”

“You’re fascinating.” All Went ever did was work. Of course, he wasn’t working right now, was he? He stepped up into Chip’s personal space.

It didn’t intimidate Chip at all. “I’m horny. Touch me.”

“Uh-huh.” Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the back of Chip’s head, tilting it as his mouth lowered to meet Chip’s. Chip pressed right into him, the little hard body rocking like Chip was riding a horse.

Went devoured Chip’s mouth, taking one kiss, and then another. Fuck, Chip tasted like the outdoors, like fresh air and fucking sunshine.

Went never did this. Never picked someone up and just took what he needed. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time it had been anything but his own hand. He rubbed against Chip, the need suddenly riding him hard.

Chip promised that he wasn’t going to be jacking off this time. The man stripped his shirt out of his jeans, opened his belt.

“Oh, fuck.” He tugged Chip’s white shirt out of his black slacks, fingers finding skin. Smooth, hot, perfect—he slid his fingers up along Chip’s belly. “God, you’re ripped.” The most amazing belly ever.

“Like to move.” That case—because calling it a six-pack would be a lie—rippled.

“Damn. I could rub against your abs all day long.” Skin on skin. He needed it.

“That sounds fun.” Chip stripped his shirt off, then started working on Went’s.

His pants, unbelted, began to slip down his hips. His needy prick was going to need to be extricated, though. Chip ran his fingers up along Went’s chest, pinching and stroking and petting along the way. No one had paid him so much attention sexually since Freddie. He’d convinced himself he didn’t miss it. He’d been so damn wrong.

Moaning, he brought their mouths back together again, pushing into the touches as they kissed. Chip grunted softly, tongue-fucking his lips. Opening wide, he enjoyed the kisses while he tried to get his fucking slacks and underwear down past his hard prick. His cock needed pressure, contact. Touch.

“Please.” He was all caught up.

“Sure, beautiful” One hand slid over his trapped prick, then pushed against it, giving him pressure.
Eyes closing, he groaned, humping.

“Yeah… Just like that.”

“Skin,” Went begged. He didn’t want to come in his skivvies.

“Uh-huh. Skin. Cocks. Mouths. Now.”

“Fuck yes.” He could get with that program.

They finally got his cock untangled from his boxers and they and his slacks were soon down around his ankles, his prick eagerly pushing toward Chip. Chip grabbed him, fist tight as his cockhead appeared and disappeared in the grip. He swallowed hard, his balls drawing up against his body. Oh God.

He managed to bark out a warning. “Gonna. Soon.”

“Round one. Two is better.”

Okay, yeah, he could go with that. Hell, he wasn’t going to have much choice. Holding onto Chip, he felt things build quickly enough to steal his breath. Chip dragged one thumb over the tip of his cock, pressing it hard, giving him the tiniest sting.

“Fuck!” Shouting out, he jerked hard into Chip’s hand, come shooting out of him.

“Mmm. Very nice.” The words were pleased, warm, teasing, but without a hint of meanness.

“Been a while,” he admitted, doing everything he could to keep his knees locked. Coming like that made him feel a little like a teenager, collapsing from post-orgasmic jelly legs would just be embarrassing.

“Uh-huh. Bed? I want to explore.”

Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, October 17, 2014

Bruised officially out today!

Today is the day that Bruised is out at the distributors!

Totally Bound
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (I'll add the link as soon as I have it)

There's a blog tour for the book that starts today with an interview at Totally Bound.


Johnson and Billy come from different parts of the country, different backgrounds and different places in their lives. Maybe different is exactly what they both need.

Johnson figures it’s got to be a sign when cowboy Billy shows up at his garage after hours, just as he’s about to go find someone to spend the night with. He’s horny enough that a lot of guys would look good, but Billy seems special somehow.

Billy thinks Johnson’s the hottest ticket he’s seen since he moved to California from Texas, and after a good meal and some good fun, he takes Johnson home. They both find out they’re getting more than they bargained for. Can Johnson and Billy figure out why they feel so connected and can they make it last once reality sets back in?

Sean
smut fixes everything

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Distributor links for SWAK: Service

SWAK: Service is now available at the distributors!


This is the second time around for Master Simeon and Derek. The two men broke up a couple of months ago, but they just couldn’t entirely let go of each other.

Knowing there’s a strong connection between them, Simeon suggests a long weekend for them to try again - Four days, full on submission, exploring Derek’s need for service to be a large part of their relationship.

Can they make it work this time? Or will Monday evening find them going their separate ways once again?

Buy links:
Resplendence Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

Excerpt (not work safe) links:
part 1
part 2

Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Sealed with a Kink: Service now available!

Sealed with a Kink: Service is now out!


This is the second time around for Master Simeon and Derek. The two men broke up a couple of months ago, but they just couldn’t entirely let go of each other.

Knowing there’s a strong connection between them, Simeon suggests a long weekend for them to try again - Four days, full on submission, exploring Derek’s need for service to be a large part of their relationship.

Can they make it work this time? Or will Monday evening find them going their separate ways once again?

It's now out at Resplendence Publishing!


Steamy excerpt (picks up where Smuterday's excerpt left off):

I can feel every slide of his tongue in my balls, like there’s a string between them.

He then takes me down to the root, swallowing around me convulsively.

“Derek!” I shout out his name, my hips snapping forward in surprise by the sudden move.

He’s squeezing me, pulling my cock into that sweet throat.

“Soon.” I warn him because I’ve gone from zero to sixty so fast.

His answer is to swallow again. And again. And once more.

I cry out again, my hips pushing me deeper and deeper as the spunk pours out of me and into him. I touch his neck, feeling him swallow convulsively. He’s taking me inside him and the thought makes me shudder, another dribble pushing out.

“My good boy.” I run my hand over his head, petting him.

Now he’s earned his own orgasm and I encouraged him up, guide his legs so he’s straddling my lap. His prick is fully hard, leaking against me. Looking into his eyes, I tug up my t-shirt, giving him skin to rub on. His eyes cross and he makes the best noise, raw and wanton.

I grab hold of his ass with both hands and hold on, guiding his motions. He relaxes immediately, submitting beautifully.

I know what he needs and I get a rhythm going, riding his cock along my abs. I can tell my beautiful boy is trying to make it last, make it go on and on. It pleases me, so I slow our movements slightly, and press him harder against me.

Derek’s moans are like music, low and soft, melodic.

Sean
smut fixes everything


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Author Spotlight Tuesday - Brynn Stein!

Today I have author Brynn Stein as my guest!

What is your favorite genre to write?

            So far, contemporary. With fan fiction, I liked science fiction the best, but it’s just not speaking to me yet for original fiction. I have dabbled with the supernatural a bit. My first published book was about a ghost, called “Haunted”. And I had a book submitted, but haven’t heard about a contract yet, about a young empath. But, other than those, all the stories have been contemporary.  They all contain a good bit of angst. I love angst. Life and love often come with pain, and I think I write that well. There have been a couple of comments about there being too much angst in my last book, “Living Again” but in my world, there’s no such thing as too much angst. I do tend to shoot for the happy ending though, after all that angst. “Through the Years” is different in that regard. There’s not the traditional happily ever after ending…though the ending is at least hopeful.

Sunrise or Sunset?
           
            Sunset. Sunrise comes what the heck too early for me. I’m not a morning person by nature. My profession forces me to be (I’m a teacher) but I much prefer evening. I do love watching the sunset. Of course, I’ve been known to catch a sunrise or two. When my eldest daughter was three, she came barreling into my room at literally the crack of dawn, saying, “Mommy, mommy, you’re missing it!”
            “Missing what?” I responded sleepily.
            “The sunrise!”
            She was so excited, I couldn’t just dismiss it. I got up, on a Saturday no less, and cuddled with her on the couch and watched the sunrise. It’s one of my fondest memories.
            Another famous, for me, sunrise was more recent when my mother, two daughters, and I went to the beach on the east coast. We got up early to go enjoy the sunrise over the ocean. It turned out to be the last vacation I took with my mother while she was still lucid. She’s in an assisted living facility now and not doing well. Both daughters have moved away from home now, even though I still see them often.
            That’s another sunrise I’ll remember forever.

 Through the Years is historical -- how does writing a historical differ from writing a contemporary?
           
            This particular historical wasn’t all that much different than contemporary…at least not most of it…because I actually lived through a good bit of it.  The early parts of it though I had to research and draw from experiences of older friends to make sure I was getting the colloquial language correct, and put all the historic events in correct order at the correct times.
            I worked very hard for authenticity and to avoid anachronisms. There was one that almost made it into the book. I had the characters use the word ‘frag’ (referring to the military usage) a year before it actually started being used. My wonderful editors from Dreamspinner caught that one. But I think we successfully avoided any others.

Long or thick?

            Um….<sputter>…both???

Who was easier to write -- Edward or Gene?
           
            The book was written in first person from Gene’s point of view, so I’d have to say Gene. Edward is actually written more as Gene sees him than from Edward’s own perspective at all. Gene tends to forgive Edward of a good bit, probably more than he should. He loves him after all. And I think that comes across.

How many daddies does it take to change a light bulb?

            LOL. I don’t know. I never actually address it in the book. Isn’t it funny how a lot of books don’t address common everyday things? Characters don’t tend to go to the bathroom, unless it drives the story somehow. We don’t see them brush their teeth unless something is going to happen while they do that that will be important to the story. So, no changing light bulbs in “Through the Years”.
            Although, now that you mention it, a character could be trying to change a light bulb, fall off the ladder and hit his head. Maybe even get amnesia or something. Hmmm…I might have to think of that for future books. <G>

What is your favorite time waster?    

            Facebook. I spend entirely too much time there. Not only to I spend hours reading others’ posts and commenting, I tend to get sucked into the various games there. Currently I’m on a Kitchen Scramble kick.

Black and white, or all the colors of the rainbow?
           
Depends. In my free time (when such an animal exists) I draw, and for that I usually stick to black and white. I’ve experimented with colors, but I do better with black and white.
But for everything else, definitely colors. The more the better. The brighter the better. Unless you’re talking about wall paint, then it needs to be a little more subdued. We painted our living room recently in what was supposed to be a pale mauve. It turned out to be more like “Little Girl’s Room” pink. It took some getting used to, but I like it now.

Do you procrastinate more at the beginning, middle, end of a story, or not at all?

            Again, it depends.
            For “Through the Years” I didn’t procrastinate at all. It came flowing out from start to finish and it was all I could do to keep up.
            For “Living Again”, it was in the middle. It was getting pretty heavy and I think subconsciously I needed a break. That’s what’s happening with the one I’m writing now, also. It’s getting dark, so my subconscious says, “Are you sure you don’t want to play just one more game of Kitchen Scramble”? 

Hard or soft?
           
            Depends.  Clothing, bedding, furniture? Soft.  Men? …well, you can probably guess. <G>

What's the sexiest food/meal?

            Crab legs. Especially the long, thick part. Dip that sucker in butter, then suck on it suggestively…some of the best evenings with then-hubby came after a dinner of crab legs. <G>

Abs or glutes?

            Glutes, definitely. Just something about a guy with a nice, tight, a$$....mmm. <G>

Can you share a few sexy lines from Through the Years?  

Here’s the start of one scene, but you’ll have to read the book for the rest of it. This is actually one of the first scenes I didn’t fade to black for, so there is more of it in the book. A lot more.

            I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the shirttail out of his jeans. He lifted himself up a bit onto his elbows, so I could get the shirt out from under his back. He was surprised when I didn’t unbutton the cuffs. I pulled the shirt—and his arms—over his head and tied the shirttails to the slats of the headboard. He made a play of struggling, but I tied the shirt into a knot, as best as it would go, and trailed my fingers down his arms.
I kissed his forehead, his nose, his cheek, and started in on his neck. He wiggled in earnest then. He always liked to pet my hair when I did that, and now he couldn’t. I peppered kisses down his chest and belly and licked under his waistband. I thought he was going to give me a bloody nose from how hard his hips surged up against it. I unbuttoned his jeans and undid the zipper, then slowly pulled the waistband down.     
“Hey, that’s no fair!” He practically moaned as he lifted his hips to help me get rid of the jeans. “It’s my birthday. I should be doing the unwrapping.”
“Too bad,” I mumbled as I nibbled at the elastic of his boxers. “I won the race, old man.” I pulled at the elastic with my teeth while keeping my hands busy pulling the jeans ever lower.
“God, Gene.” He did groan that time. “You’re going to kill me.”




Comment below to be entered into the raffle I’m conducting during my blog tour.

Here’s how the raffle works:

I’ve listed the tour stops below and have given either the link to the blog in general or to my post specifically. Feel free to stop by as many as you want. For each stop that you comment on, you will receive one entry to the giveaway. I’ll check all the stops numerous times throughout the tour and will draw five winners on Thanksgiving Day, so even if you come in late to the tour, you can go back through the list and comment on past stops.
I’m giving away five prizes. 1) a signed paperback copy of Through the Years; 2 and 3) electronic copies of Through the Years, 4) your choice of either a signed paperback copy or an audiobook of Living Again (the audiobook won’t be available until December), and 5) an electronic copy of Haunted.

Blog Tour Stops for Through the Years
Blog Stop
Date
Blog Owner
Blog Address
1
October 6
Anne Barwell
2
October 7
Grace Duncan
3
October 8
Jessica Skye Davies
4
October 9
Shira Anthony
5
October 10
Emma Tett
6
October 11
Kim Fieldings
7
October 12
Bike Books Reviews
8
October 13
Tempest O’Riley
9
October 14
Sean Michael
10
October 15
Allison Cassatta
11
October 16
Jana Denardo
12
October 17
Louise Lyons
13
October 18
PD Singer
14
October 20
Shae Connor
15
October 21
Suki Fleet
16
October 27
Charlie Cochet
17
October 28
Elizabeth Noble
18
October 29
Tara Lain
19
October 31
Sophie Bonaste
20
November 4
Kit Moss
21
November 10
Lane Hayes
22
November 13
Mike Rupured

Brynn Stein has always loved to write. Fan fiction, original fiction, whatever. While Brynn wrote in numerous genres – everything from mystery, to contemporary, to supernatural – she had always tended toward strong male characters. And then she discovered ‘slash’, male/male romance, and all those strong male characters were finally allowed to express their love for one another. It seems that there are always at least two characters clamoring to tell Brynn their story.

Brynn lives in Virginia near her two two-legged children, and with one four-legged one. Her supportive family encourages her writing and provides a sounding board for fledgling stories. When she isn’t writing, Brynn teaches children with special needs. In free time, when such a thing exists, she reads anything she can get her hands on, and haunts bookstores. She draws and paints, and enjoys the outdoors—especially if she can get to the beach—and is always thinking about her next story.

Please feel free to contact Brynn at any of the following:
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