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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Smutterday - Connor's Journey

Was that Saturday that went zooming by at the speed of light? Why yes, I do believe it was! So this weekend, Smutterday will fall on Sunday, ie, today.

Today there will be smut from Connor's Journey, the latest Velvet Glove story that I am self-publishing. I really like how the cover for this one turned out. Connor is the butterfly :)

Connor's Journey

Connor attends a friend's pre-commitment send-off at the Velvet Glove, and he knows he's out of place, but is determined to enjoy his one night among the rich. Then he meets Desmond, a regular member, who wants to show him everything about being a sub if he'll take a five year contract. It beats his old job, but can he do the things Desmond wants him to?

Originally published by Torquere Press.

This one is available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

smutty excerpt:

Connor started by nuzzling his pubic curls, inhaling deeply, hands petting his thighs. "Smell so good..." A surprisingly hot tongue lapped his sacs.

Desmond groaned, hands sliding over Connor's skin. The long heavy hair pooled in his lap, on his thighs, moving and sliding as Connor explored. His cock was slowly licked and nuzzled, lips teasing the big vein along the shaft, the ridge at the tip. Oh, Connor already knew all about taking his time and enjoying what he was doing. He was going to be a delight -- already was a delight.

Once Des was licked and laved and explored, his cock was taken in careful lips, a sweet, slow rhythm starting up. "Oh, Connor Dean, I do like the way you do this."

A moan vibrated his cock, the bright head beginning to bob on his prick. Desmond gave up another groan, Connor's mouth hot and slick and so good. Connor was surprisingly gentle, his touches light and careful, slowly building the pleasure until Desmond's entire shaft was taken in. It was maddening and wonderful. He licked his lips, hands twisting in Connor's hair as the waves of pleasure threatened to overflow.

Connor began humming, the sensation making Desmond's toes curl as Connor's fingers slid around his balls. "Connor... Lyum, yes. Yes." The suction increased, the heat flaring as his balls were rolled, tugged. "Soon, Lyum, soon." Desmond slid his hands down to Connor's shoulders, holding them tightly to avoid taking the man's head in his hands and fucking the sweet mouth. Connor took him down to the root, swallowing hard, demanding his seed.

Desmond cried out, his pleasure shooting from him, making him tingle from head to foot. Connor drank him down, cleaning his cock gently before coming to rest with one cheek on his thigh.
Sliding his hand through Connor's hair, Desmond pushed it off the lovely face. "Connor... that was wonderful. I hope there can be a repeat performance."

Connor hummed softly, blinking slowly, lips red and swollen. "You taste good, Desmond."

"And you are a hedonist. My hedonist, yes?"

Connor nodded against Desmond's thigh, eyes closed. Desmond hummed, fingers sliding on Connor's face, through his hair. "Just think, Connor, as soon as tomorrow we could both be home now, nothing but time and each other ahead of us."

"Is it so easy? Just like that?"

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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Movie Tuesday

Watched two movies this weekend.

The first was Twelve Monkeys, which I had seen back when it first came out and while I remembered the general gist, I wanted to see it again in light of the new 12 Monkeys series. I find it fascinating the things that they picked up from the movie and went with for the TV series. My favorite though is that they renamed Kathryn Railley to Cassandra Railley, given that the "Cassandra syndrome" is mentioned a couple of times in the original movie - wherein prophetic (and often valid) warnings are ignored and/or dismissed. Very nice nod to the movie, that.

I really liked the 12 Monkeys series anyway, but having the movie fresh in my head is making me appreciate it even more.

Oh, and Brad Pitt's crazy eyes? He wouldn't even have needed to do all the rest of the crazy stuff with those eyes working for him.

The other movie was The Equalizer with Denzel Washington. Which, based on the ads and what I knew of the movie, I figured was going to be an actiony shoot-em up kind of thing. There was certainly plenty of warnings at the beginning about the strong and bloody violence. Yeah, I turned this one off about two thirds of the way through after I'd dozed off for the third time. I rarely, very rarely, will turn a movie off without watching it through to the end - I have this thing where once I've started the story, I want to see where it goes, even if the movie is fairly crap. So for me to turn this one off with another 30-40 minutes left to go says it all, I think.

The writing credits list two of the guys involved with the television series of the same name from the Eighties, so it has to be based on that. It's a shame, I really enjoyed the TV series version and was hoping this one would be good. And it's not that it wasn't violent, because it was, it was that the story just dragged.

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Monday, March 23, 2015

My God It's Monday

The fan on my computer has begun to run fairly loudly, and it has started making odd noises. It might be time to look at a new computer. Of course a less scorched earth solution would be to open it up and spray out the fan, making sure the problem isn't simply a bunch of dust.

I blogged over at the Romance Studio's blog today. And later this week I will be at Totally Bound's blog (on the 25th). Maybe I'll get that one done in advance. I try very hard to be organized and to have all my dates written down and to do posts in advance. Some weeks I am better at this than others. Fewer weeks than I'd like! I have gotten better about missing dates I'm supposed to be blogging, though - it happens less often than it used to. Being organized is not my forte, but I keep trying.

This week will be head down and writing week as there are several books with April 1 deadlines and another couple with April 15 deadlines. Mind you, I am better at hitting those than I am at being organized!

I watched a bunch more Sons of Anarchy this weekend. It's one of those shows that you keep saying, just one more, every time you finish an episode. I'm sort of watching it like a train wreck at this point - waiting to see just how bad things are going to get before everyone goes down in a blaze. I find it interesting that there isn't a real hero in this story. Perhaps there shall be some redemption by the end of the series.

They cut a tree that was dying down out behind the house. I know it had to go because, as I said, dying, but it's so much brighter in here now without it which I do not like. And now where are the birds, squirrels and the odd raccoon supposed to go? Oh, there's plenty of other trees farther back and in the neighbourhood, but none of them are right outside the window...

Okay. Happy Monday everyone!

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Sunday, March 22, 2015

Into the Looking Glass now available!

Into the Looking Glass is out today at Amber Allure. It should be out at the distributors next weekend and I'll share the links for Amazon and All Romance Ebooks then.

Into the Looking Glass

Burke is on a mystical fast in the desert when a circling buzzard leads him to the most amazing little house in the middle of nowhere. At first he thinks the house and its owner are just a thirst-induced hallucination. Luckily for Burke, however, Kristopher is not a figment of his imagination.

Kristopher had some tough times in his life and moved to the desert to get away. He’s been waiting for something, or someone, to reinvigorate him, and he thinks Burke might just be the one to do it.
Can Burke and Kristopher find the strength to believe in fate?

Get 35% off Into the Looking Glass at Amber Allure!

Yesterday was the smutty excerpt, today is the not smutty excerpt:

Burke was four days into a ritual cleansing when the buzzard flew overhead. Large and dark, full of portent, many would have taken it as a bad omen. But not Burke. Buzzards were carrion eaters—kept the desert clean, just like he was cleansing himself. No, Burke took the buzzard as a very, very good sign.

When he’d waited a couple of hours and it hadn’t returned, he figured it wasn’t going to, which he took to mean he was supposed to follow it. Or at least head off in the direction it had gone.

He put his bowl into his bag, shouldered the bag, and took off on only slightly unsteady feet. Heat and fasting would do that to a man.

The sand was hot, even through his sneakers, the crunch of it marking each step. He just kept moving, kept putting one foot in front of the other to keep the oddly syncopated rhythm going.
The desert wasn’t just sand. It was coarse grass and hardy cactus and bones and scrub and he just grooved on all of it. He didn’t know where he was headed, but that was kind of the point. He realized, after a while, that he was actually walking toward something. He wasn’t quite sure what that something was, but it was there, not just a mirage.

He was just betting himself that it was the remains of an accident between a fire engine and a car or two when he heard barking.

“Henry? Em? Dorothy? Y’all be good, now! I’m busy!” The voice was low and smooth, rich. Unreal. Sort of like the…house? Barn? Building? Burke was nearing.


Not a mirage, but maybe his very own desert guide. He’d read stories about men who went into the desert and had strange experiences in the spirit world.

Lights. Oh. Look. Lights everywhere.

The edges of the buildings were draped with metal and colored glass, and colors were swirling everywhere, making signs and patterns and… Oh.


He kept moving toward the buildings until a dip in the ground made him stumble and he let gravity pull him down.

Oh yeah, pretty. He could watch just this for days.

“What the…” The voice came about three seconds before the puppies and the skunky puppy breath and the puppy tongues and the puppy barking.

Then long, silvering hair appeared, followed by the oddest colored eyes. “You okay?”

He smiled and nodded. “Are you my guide?”

“I’m Kristopher. You’ve got sunstroke. Come on in. Have some tea.” One heavy, square hand was offered to him.

He pushed himself up and nearly tripped over the dogs, but managed to keep his feet this time. “What is this place?” he asked, looking around in amazement.

“My house. Where’d you come in from?” His shoulder was gently taken and he was led into a blessedly cool, dark home, the brightly colored bits of glass left behind in that amazing sun.

“Up on the mesa. I followed the buzzard.” He turned and smiled at Kristopher. “That wasn’t you, was it?”

“No. I’m afraid I’ve been mostly human all day.” The house was built of bits of this and pieces of that and looked like it went right down into the earth. A hobbit hole, maybe, except Kristopher would make a sort of gigantic hobbit.

“Mostly human?” He chuckled and grinned. “Oh, man, I want a tour of this place when the floor steadies out.”

He got a slow grin and a nod. “Okay, but I’ll warn you, the floor doesn’t steady out too terribly much. Let’s get you some tea and some… Will you eat pineapple? I have pineapple.”

“Fresh?” Not that it mattered. He hadn’t eaten in almost five days—pineapple sounded amazing.

“It was yesterday. Today it’s a day old.” The light poured in from the ceiling in spots, making the place almost kaleidoscopic, in other places, the rooms were almost black. Weird. “What’s your name?”

“Burke? I mean. Burke.” He shook his head, and the house spun viciously. “I think I need to sit.”

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Smutterday - Into the Looking Glass

Amber is re-releasing Into the Looking Glass for me and I'm so pleased. This is a quirky, fun little story and I thought it was the perfect choice for today's smutty excerpt.

Into the Looking Glass

Burke is on a mystical fast in the desert when a circling buzzard leads him to the most amazing little house in the middle of nowhere. At first he thinks the house and its owner are just a thirst-induced hallucination. Luckily for Burke, however, Kristopher is not a figment of his imagination.

Kristopher had some tough times in his life and moved to the desert to get away. He’s been waiting for something, or someone, to reinvigorate him, and he thinks Burke might just be the one to do it.
Can Burke and Kristopher find the strength to believe in fate?

It will be available at Amber Allure March 22.

Smutty Excerpt:

“I like it. I like it a lot.” Burke caressed the bird, the glass smooth and cold, warming up under his fingers.

“It’s yours.” Kristopher reached up, closed his fingers around it.

“Oh, I couldn—” The protest died on his lips. Yes, he could. And he would. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Kristopher’s eyes were dark, almost purple in the lamplight, edged with tiny wrinkles.

That big hand still held his around the bird, warm, calloused, but soft in spots as well.

Charmed, Burke leaned forward. He didn’t even think about it, he just leaned in and pressed their lips together. Kristopher’s damp hair fell all around him, those fingers moving against his hand. He moved his lips against Kristopher’s, and then slid his tongue along the line where they met. Kristopher tasted of fruit and man.

Those amazing eyes stared into him, the ring around the outside fascinating, addictive. He kept rubbing his lips against Kristopher’s and teasing with his tongue. He finally slipped it partway in and then stopped, taking a half step back.

Kristopher’s hand was still wrapped around his own as they both held onto the bird. It connected them, held them together.

“Is this okay?” He felt somewhat unsteady, like he had when he’d first arrived all starving and shaky and sun-struck.

“What do you think? Does this feel okay?”

“Yeah, it does. I know we haven’t known each other long at all and I just kind of landed on your doorstep.” Following that buzzard. The one in his hand that was warm now from his and Kristopher’s body heat.

“Mmmhmm. Chasing a bird.”

“Yeah, I did. I am. Whatever.” Burke leaned in again. He’d given Kristopher time to object, right? He could get lost in this now? Because he could. He already felt himself falling head first. Down the rabbit hole and into Kristopher’s arms.

Kristopher’s chuckle vibrated his lips, made him smile. When Kristopher stepped closer, though, that heavy cock pressing against him, that made him moan.

He shifted his hips and their cocks rubbed together. His jeans and Kristopher’s towel made a strange sound. He’d bet their skin would make good sounds. He knew it would feel good.

The towel didn’t last long at all, the cloth just fell to the ground, giving him all that skin to touch. Kristopher was unashamed and beautiful, and he made Burke want. He forgot all about rubbing against Kristopher in favor of sliding his hands over the lean belly, the prominent hips. He touched, his fingertips loving Kristopher’s skin. They moved together, rocking faster and hotter than he’d expected, Kristopher’s cock full and heated for him.

“My jeans,” he gasped. He just had the one pair right now and they were only just clean, and, damn it, he might not be that experienced, but he didn’t want to cream them like he was a teenager again. Besides, all this lovely skin had to feel better to rub against than material.

“Are definitely in the way.” Kristopher’s fingers nudged the waistband. “Off.”

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Velvet Stables now out!

So, along with Puppy Love, I did several short stories featuring the other pony and puppy boys at the Velvet Glove. These stories were on the Turn of the Screw subscription service, but were never released anywhere in ebook format. Until now!

I'm so pleased to be able to share the stories featuring these characters with you. And of course there's a bit of a smutty excerpt below the blurbage :)

Velvet Stables

Andy and Bear run the stables and kennels at the Velvet Glove where the puppies and ponies wait to find masters. These five short stories explore their relationships with their own pups – Zim and Zeb – as well as the tale of how their favorite pony – Balfour – finds his very own groom.

Join Andy, Bear, Zim and Zeb as they explore this unusual kink.

Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks

Smutty excerpt:

Andy watched them, then settled in his chair, patting his lap. "Come on, Pup. Let's see your tail."

Last night Zim had earned a hard spanking and a harder plugging, Andy using the sweet body until all the mischief was loved out of him.

Zim leapt onto his lap, tail waggling, rubbing against him, whimpering a little.

"You sore, Pet? Or okay?" He dipped his finger into the salve he kept by his chair, slowing circling Zim's hole, nudging the plug with its tail.

Zim whimpered, pushing back against him. "Both, Master."

"Too sore to be touched?" He slid the tail free, setting it aside, two slick fingers pushing deep, spreading the salve into his pup.

Groaning, Zim rode his fingers. "No, Master. A little sore, but also fine."

Bright eyes looked up at him, soft whimpers sounding.

"Pretty Pup. And were you good all day?" He moved with slow, deep, sure strokes.

"I tried, Master. Very hard." Zim's eyes rolled as Andy hit the little gland.

"Such a sweet pup." He worked that gland again and again, purring low. "Don't spend until I give the word, pup."

"Yes, Master." Zim was rubbing against him, ass high in the air, pushing onto his fingers.

"Good boy, so pretty..." He moaned, cock pressing against his leather. "Missed your presence today in the stables. The ponies were looking for you." All the while he pushed and touched, drawing pleasure from the sweet body.

"Missed them. Missed you. Oh, Master... Master." Zim was rocking, eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Yes, pet. Show me what you need." He added another finger, spreading the tiny hole for him.
Zim yelped and then barked, rocking harder.

"Such a pretty boy.  So fine." Andy's cock was aching, throbbing, wanting to slam into the hot, tight flesh that was his pet.

"Oh. Oh, yours, Master. Yours."

"Yes. Mine. My sweet pup." He could smell Zim's need, feel the hunger in the air.

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Throwback Thursday - Puppy Love

One of my favorite of the Velvet Glove books has always been Puppy Love. I fell hard for Tyg and Dane as I wrote them and I'm so glad to be able to self-publish them.

Puppy Love

Who can resist a free room at the Velvet Glove in exchange for rehabilitating an abused puppy? Certainly not Dane, who accepts the offer, but is surprised find that the pup in question is actually Tyg, a young man and sub who was left by his master, in a cage, with no food or water. Tyg needs help and, Dane is the man for the job, even if he's used to working with animals, not humans. Can Dane rehabilitate a human as he would a dog? Does he even want to? As his relationship with Tyg blossoms into something sweet and heartwarming, Dane thinks he just might, but what happens when Tyg's "owner" returns?

Previously published by Torquere Press.

It's available at All Romance Ebooks and coming soon to Amazon -- I'll put in the link as soon as Amazon lets it go live.

Smutty Excerpt:

Tyg ate about half, and then a bite was offered to him, spoon held in trembling fingers.

He bent and took the mouthful, moaning again. "Thank you, Tyg. It's very good, isn't it?”

Tyg nodded. "Like."

"Yeah, me, too." He offered a spoonful from his.

Tyg's tongue slid out, licked the spoon clean.

Dane was struck suddenly by how intimate it was, sharing their spoons. Their desserts were the same, yet they were offering each other tastes.  He kind of liked it.

He offered Tyg another spoonful. Tyg lapped the spoon clean, then moved to lick at his fingers. It was a perfectly natural doggy thing to do. But Tyg wasn't a dog and heat slid through Dane's belly at the touches.

Those eyes kept hold of his, tongue sliding over his palm. He gasped as the heat blossomed.

Tyg stilled, eyes fastened on him, questioning.

He smiled, curled his fingers to stroke Tyg's cheek. "It's all right. Good dog."

Tyg leaned into the touch, a low vibration filling the air.

According to all the documentation he'd read from Mal, most ‘dog’... owners had sex with their ‘puppies’. He hadn't expected... well he wasn't even sure if Tyg was offering, but he was aroused and he cared for Tyg and if that's what Tyg wanted, he was prepared to go there.

Of course he was also prepared for poor Tyg to panic again. Or perhaps the poor pup was merely reaching for comfort.

Dane was going to play it by ear. And at the moment his ear was telling him that Tyg was enjoying his attentions and he was enjoying Tyg's.

Dane kept stroking, murmuring softly, telling Tyg how lovely he was, how good. Tyg was obviously aroused, trying to hide the thick cock between the muscled thighs. Which was a shame because it was a beautiful cock, especially erect. Large and dark; Dane liked them large.

"It's okay, Tyg. I'm aroused as well."

Tyg growled, shifting closer, then pulling away as if caught between aggression and submission.

"We're learning each other, finding our way. You won't be punished for what you do, Tyg. Follow your instincts."

That huge head pushed back into his hands, Tyg's face rubbing into his belly.

"Oh." He dropped his hands to Tyg's head, rubbing and petting. "There, see. We're both feeling good."

Tyg nodded, cheek sliding against him, breath hot against him. "Dane."

He made a soft sound of pleasure, trying very hard not to push up against Tyg. Heat brushed against him, Tyg licking, lapping, nuzzling against his buttons searching for skin.

He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, giving Tyg access, moaning at the first touch of Tyg's tongue against him. Tyg was making hungry, needy sounds, licking his nipples, his ribs, his belly. He arched and jerked beneath Tyg's tongue, cock stiff as a board in his pants.

He pushed a hand between them, sliding it along Tyg's chest, finding one of the pup's nipples and stroking. Tyg rippled, hips rocking, almost fucking the air, mouth traveling down to nuzzle his cock.

He stopped what he was doing, long enough to undo his pants, his cock pushing out as he freed it, his breath noisy and gasping. Tyg made a hungry, needy sound, lips dropping over him, taking him in a single motion.

"Oh!" Dane cried out, hands dropping to Tyg's head, fingers trembling as he stroked, encouraged. "Tyg. Good. Oh. Oh." Pleasure was shooting through him, so unexpected, so good.

Head bobbing, mouth and lips and tongue working furiously, Tyg drove him to pleasure with a single-minded intensity.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Movie Tuesday

Watched the most recent Godzilla this weekend and I have to say I was disappointed. There was a lot of lazy writing -- like let's block the entire bridge for no reason while we're trying to evacuate the city just so we can have this 'tense' scene where the hero's kid is stuck on the bridge. It was slow, I didn't really care about any of the characters, except for Godzilla himself actually and then only the tiniest bit, the action wasn't particularly tense or exciting. Even the fight between the mothra monsters and Godzilla was meh.

I did like the fact that Godzilla was there to deal with the other monsters and not a bad guy per se himself.

But all in all, if I had to pick this one or the 1998 remake with Jean Reno to sit down and watch again, it would definitely be the 1998 remake. I'd only pick the 2014 one if I needed a nap.

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Smutterday - Guarding January

I'm going to pretend that it's still Saturday aka Smutterday.

Guardian Angel

Lord January is at the top of the charts, only comes out at night, and is usually covered in blood. Say what you will, but the man knows how to put on a great show. But when the Vampire King is let out of rehab, the last thing he expects is someone forcing him to eat real food, hang out in the sun, and generally be a human being. 

Rye Sommers, the best bodyguard in the business, has been hired to babysit a rock star whose biggest threat surprisingly isn't all the hard drugs, desperate groupies, and crazy fans—it's Lord January himself. But the closer Rye gets, the more LJ turns into sweet, gentle, caring Jeff Smart. He may still be the super-skinny, pierced and inked genius Lord January, but he is slowly shaking his death wish as he sheds the loneliness and exhaustion his stage persona saddled him with. 

But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.

buy links:

Publisher - ebook and print

smutty excerpt:

He reached down and opened Rye’s jeans, shoving them down and loving the way Rye felt against his palm.

Groaning, Rye pushed against his hand.

His fingers dragged all the way down Rye’s thighs, pulling the jeans all the way. He ended up kneeling in front of Rye, mouth near the heavy cock, so he leaned in to inhale.

“Oh, damn. Baby….” Rye’s voice was thick, sounding strained.

His tongue flicked out, dragged on Rye’s skin. This time Rye didn’t say anything; he just made this garbled, moaning sound. Oh, neat. He lapped his way up, intent on the fat, mushroom head.

The muscles in Rye’s thighs went tight, another moan filling the air. He made himself wait to actually taste the slit, but as soon as he did, it made him tingle.

“Jeff. God. Please.”

“I won’t make you hurt. I promise.”

Rye snickered. “Oh, baby, you’re not hurting, trust me.”

“Taste good.” He licked over and over, tasting.

Groans and moans and whimpers came from Rye, those strong thighs trembling now, Rye’s hips beginning to rock gently. Jeff wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking nice and slow.

“Jesus, that’s good.” Rye’s hands slid into his hair, tugging just a little bit.

“Mmmhmm.” It was good, the pressure on his lips.

Rye moved his hips, the thick cock sliding in his mouth, leaving drops of liquid on his tongue. His eyes closed, and he pulled, keeping it gentle, soft, quiet. Rye’s fingers stroked through his hair, rubbed on his head. It was the easiest thing ever, to hum, to let the sound vibrate through Rye.

“Jeff.” His name was choked out, Rye moving faster now, jerky, like he couldn’t help it.

He braced himself on Rye’s huge thighs, the heavy cock spreading his lips wide.

“Don’t let me hurt you.” Rye wouldn’t. He knew that.

He sucked harder, slapping the fat shaft with his tongue. Rye jerked, pushing in deeper. He took Rye halfway, and he brought his hands in to play for the rest. Rye seemed to let go after that, sliding faster along his tongue, pushing harder into his mouth. His jaw was beginning to ache, but he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t.

“Jeff.” His name was a whisper, and Rye’s cock throbbed just before it released his come.

He swallowed some, then the rest splashed on his face.

Rye’s prick slid from his mouth, Rye dropping to his knees. “Thank you, baby.” Then Rye licked at his face, cleaning him. That was erotic as hell and made his spent cock bob.

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Friday, March 13, 2015

Five Things Friday

  1. Have I mentioned how much I love winter and how great it was to get home and find some of my very favorite weather? Anytime it hovers within ten degrees of freezing, I am happiest. And woo, there is still snow in my part of the world! When I was waiting to board my connecting flight home in Newark, they opened the doors to board and this blast of cool air from outside hit me and I was like 'Yes!". I'm already eyeing the impending summer with some trepidation. Yes, I know this makes me a freak and I don't care.
  2. Being away for a week is a great way to fall really behind on the old to do list. I'm just doing that thing, though, where I look at it sideways instead of head on, because if I don't, I wind up sitting and staring at it, too paralyzed to actually get anything done on it.
  3. I am going out to lunch with the folks today and plan to give them extra big hugs. I sometimes forget how important it is to let the ones you love know that you love them and to spend time with them. It's very important because life is fleeting and time goes by so fast.
  4. This week is more about editing and submitting than it is about actual writing. Next week, though, the men who live in my head and I have a date for some hardcore writing! Speaking of editing, that's what I should be doing right now... which means at the moment, even the laundry is looking somewhat shiny, or maybe it's time to finally clean my desk ;)
  5. It's Friday! TGIF!
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Guarding January - now out!

Guarding January came out on Monday! I was away, though and am slowly catching up on the todo list and life and so finally, here's the info and a smutty excerpt!

Also, I am hosting a release party for the book over on the Dreamspinner blog. Excerpts, bits and pieces about the book, and contests! Check it out -- posts will be happening throughout the day.

Guarding January

Lord January is at the top of the charts, only comes out at night, and is usually covered in blood. Say what you will, but the man knows how to put on a great show. But when the Vampire King is let out of rehab, the last thing he expects is someone forcing him to eat real food, hang out in the sun, and generally be a human being.

Rye Sommers, the best bodyguard in the business, has been hired to babysit a rock star whose biggest threat surprisingly isn't all the hard drugs, desperate groupies, and crazy fans—it's Lord January himself. But the closer Rye gets, the more LJ turns into sweet, gentle, caring Jeff Smart. He may still be the super-skinny, pierced and inked genius Lord January, but he is slowly shaking his death wish as he sheds the loneliness and exhaustion his stage persona saddled him with.

But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.

buy links:
Dreamspinner in ebook, and in print
All Romance Ebooks

smutty excerpt:

Kissing Jeff was as easy as breathing.

Wrapping his arms around Jeff, Rye picked him up, carrying him to the bedroom and looking into the pretty green-flecked eyes.

He wanted…. God, he wanted so much, so many things, but right now he wanted Jeff’s joy. He sat them on the bed and took another kiss, pressing their lips together.

Jeff stayed in his lap, close, responding to every single kiss. It was as wonderful as it was unexpected. Jeff—with his piercings and his ink—kissed like a tentative virgin.

He knew that he was the only one who got to see this side of Jeff. He was going to protect this gentle soul with everything he was. He took one kiss after another, fingers moving over Jeff’s face, tracing the lovely lines. He didn’t push, didn’t attempt to touch anything below the shoulder.

He knew how big just this was. Hell, Jeff had been… almost outraged by his own body when he’d become hard. He licked across Jeff’s lips before dipping his tongue back into Jeff’s mouth. Jeff’s fingers moved against him lazily, exploring his skin.

Time disappeared, the warmth of the kisses blocking everything else out. He couldn’t quite believe it, that Jeff was hard against him, erect. Jeff wanted him. It was a luscious feeling, almost decadent.

His tongue teased Jeff’s, encouraged it back into his mouth. Jeff actually wiggled a bit, rubbed against him. He finally slid his hand down along Jeff’s spine, stopping just above Jeff’s ass.

Jeff took a long, shaky breath. “Oh. I need to get up, walk around.”

“Why?” He thought Jeff was doing great, right where he was.

“I’m… tight inside.”

“You need an orgasm.” The words shot out before he had a chance to even think about them.

“I. I don’t…. What if I can’t, and then we’re both mad?”

“Jeff.” He took Jeff’s hand. “I’m not going to be mad at you either way. I promise.”

“I just….” Jeff pressed against him, rubbed a little more.

He tugged Jeff’s legs, encouraged him to wrap them around his waist, so Jeff could rub against his belly. “It’s okay. You’re doing what feels good.”

“Uh-huh. Doing what feels hot.”

“Good.” He cupped Jeff’s head and tilted it, taking another kiss. So nervous, so worried. What baggage was Jeff carrying about sex?

As they kissed, he slid a hand down to cup Jeff’s ass, encouraging the rubbing. They slipped together, slow and easy, keeping it light. Jeff’s ass rubbed against the top of his own cock and he wanted so badly to be naked with Jeff. He could be patient, though.

That fine ass was taut, perfect in his hands. Their kisses deepened, Jeff moving faster against him. Please, babe. Please, let me feel you. His hand tightened on Jeff’s ass. Jeff moaned for him, the sound low, sweet.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Author Spotlight Tuesday - Brynn Stein

Today I've got Brynn Stein in the author spotlight!

This is the eighth stop on my blog tour. I’m having such fun, as I always do on these tours, talking about various aspects of writing, and getting to know all of you. Thanks so much for following the tour. If this is your first stop, feel free to go back and comment on previous stops to be entered to win one of five prizes. More about that later.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Sean. Your interview questions were such fun.

You write a variety of genres, from YA to M/M, do you have a favorite?

M/M usually, but this story just came to me. There’s no sex, but there is tenderness, and watching the boys learn who they are with each other was rewarding. Russ grew from a self-centered delinquent to a young man who would do anything for CJ. And CJ felt safe enough with Russ to let his insecure side show. Around everyone else, he was always bright-eyed and bubbly. With Russ, he could show every side of himself. He didn’t have to put on a brave front, and he could let Russ help.

How is writing YA different than a book aimed at an adult audience?

Actually not that much. I didn’t write down to the reader or anything. This book still explores all the same themes as my other ones do: religion vs faith, homophobic reactions and reactions to homophobes, love and personal growth through both good times and bad. In fact this book deals with very young people dealing with death. The only thing different about this from my other books is that the characters are so young. Usually my characters are at least in their twenties, more often in their thirties (or beyond, in the case of Through the Years). And of course, the obvious difference, there’s no sex in this one. I don’t do hard core sex scenes in my other books either, though. Sexy scenes but not detailed descriptions. So yeah, this is even less sex than I normally do, but I hope I make up for it in love.

Sunrise or sunset?

It used to be sunset all the way. I was definitely not a sunrise person, with a few exceptions. But I’m sort of turning around in recent years and getting up earlier and earlier. I still don’t plan to get up for sunsets, but with the way my bedroom windows are aimed right into the rising sun, it’s kind of hard not to.

Black and white or all the colors of the rainbow?

The more color the better.

What is your favorite thing about Ray of Sunlight?

It came so easily. It practically wrote itself. I was driving an hour to visit a friend and just about thought the whole thing out. The problem was that I was in the middle of another book at the time. But I dropped everything and wrote this one. It hardly took any time at all. That is rare.

Do you write a lot of 1st person POV books and is it harder or easier for you to write than 3rd person POV?

So far, I’m split half and half. Haunted and Living Again are in third person. Through the Years and Ray of Sunlight are in first. Even the two under contract split down the middle. For Mac is in third person and What No One Else Can Hear is in first.

I’ve never really thought of one being easier than the other, unless I try to force it. I never consciously choose the POV, it just comes to me in one or the other. I’ve tried to force a third person into first and vice versa and that doesn’t work at all. As long as I don’t do that, I find them equally easy or equally difficult…depending on which day you ask.

What is your favorite time waster?

Reading… or Facebook, but I’m reading on Facebook, so that sort of counts, right?

Winter or summer?

Summer, all the way.

Did you have to do a lot of research for the book?

For this particular one, I didn’t have to. Russ is very similar to a lot of my current students. I work at a special education school for kids who have severe behavior problems. They’ve often been in and out of juvenile detention, so I’m often in court for them and know their legal background even if I didn’t actually attend that particular hearing. They tend to blame everyone else but themselves, like Russ does at the beginning, and I’ve even seen some of them grow as much as Russ does over the course of the story.

Back when my own kids were younger, I was a homebound teacher so I could have a more flexible schedule. One of my students back then had the same kind of cancer that CJ has. She was in and out of the Children’s Hospital and I had close contact with the educator at the hospital and witnessed firsthand how badly the treatments could affect her. I’ve also had numerous other people in my life affected by cancer.

I did still research, just because I love to research. And for other books I’ve hit Google a LOT. But a lot of this one came from life experiences.

Who was harder to write, Russ or CJ?

Neither were particularly hard, but Russ probably came a little more easily. I have a lot of living models for his personality for the first part of the book.

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

It depends on the book. For this one, I didn’t procrastinate at all. Haunted wrote itself so I didn’t procrastinate with that one. For Through the Years come rapidly until the middle then I procrastinated a little. Living Again, I procrastinated at the end a little bit. For For Mac, I procrastinated just about everywhere. What No One else Can Hear, at the end again, and the one I’m writing now, I’m procrastinating at the beginning.

What's the most interesting food to share on a first date?

Depends on what you mean by interesting. There are foods I avoid for a first date. Things like spaghetti, fried chicken, sloppy joes. I’m not comfortable enough with a first date to make a mess in front of them. I also avoid crab legs on a first date. Those things can be damned seductive if you want them to be, and sometimes even if you’re not trying. ‘Dangerous’ on a first date. <G>

Can you share some tender lines from Ray of Sunlight?

This is a part of a scene after CJ collapses on a rare outing outside the hospital:
WHEN WE got to the hospital, CJ was already back in a room in the emergency ward.  He was awake and beautiful, and Pete had been right. CJ’s blood sugar had just bottomed out. Once they had treated that, he woke up and was doing okay, though he was still very weak. He smiled feebly when I walked in. It almost reached his eyes… but not quite. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” I scolded but immediately regretted it when the smile fell off his face. “I can’t promise that, Russ.” His eyes looked sad. I gathered him up in my arms, as best I could with the IV and such attached to him as he lay in that darned hospital bed. “I know,” I cooed against his bald head. “I know… just….” I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t even know how I had meant to finish that sentence, but all thoughts I may have had just left as I simply enjoyed having him in my arms again. “I love you, CJ.” That seemed to have been the right thing to say as he returned the sentiment and just snuggled in even closer to me.

What about all of you? Writers, do you write a mixture of young adult and m/m or just one or the other? Readers, do you read a combination of both or do you have to have a certain heat level to your books? Comment below for a chance to win.
So here’s how the giveaway will work. Visit as many sites as you want, as often as you want. Each comment will enter you to win one of the following prizes: 1st) An autographed paperback copy of Ray of Sunlight, 2nd) An electronic copy of Ray of Sunlight, 3rd) Your choice of audio or electronic copy of Living Again, 4th) An electronic copy of Through the Years, and 5th) an electronic copy of Haunted. The takeovers for Harmony Ink’s blog and Facebook page will be part of the tour, so comments on there will count. I will draw the winners during the FB takeover and will announce them then, but will come back and announce it to all the sites too. So, you don’t have to leave your email if you don’t want to, just remember to check back. You’re also welcome to leave your email in the comments if you’d rather or email me at with the subject heading of “just in case”, so I can contact you if you win, if you don’t want to have to stop back by the blog sites. You don’t have to be present at the FB takeover to win.
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Ray of Sunlight

Russ Michaels has his whole life ahead of him but no plans beyond dropping out of school as soon as he turns eighteen. He’s been in and out of juvenile detention for the last four years and thoroughly expects to end up in an adult penitentiary at some point. He hates life and everyone in it, especially this latest community service that he earned in lieu of juvie yet again.

CJ Calhoun has big plans. He wants to bring joy and happiness to sick and injured children for as long as he can by performing as a clown. The problem is, he has stage-four cancer and a horrible prognosis.

When circumstances throw these two polar opposites together, they find they have more in common than they imagined. CJ discovers Russ’s talent for art and arranges for Russ to create a mural in the hospital foyer, which leads to a tentative scholarship to the Art Institute. As life changes in ways neither of them could have expected, Russ must work harder than ever to better himself as CJ struggles with his deteriorating health.

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Brynn Stein
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 grown daughters who encourage her writing and provide 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.

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

Smutterday - Radio Boys

Radio Boys came out Wednesday so I thought I'd throw a smutty except from it at you :)

Radio Boys

Paul might be blind, but he has a full life between deejaying at a local radio station and playing on stage with a band a few times a month. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, though, and when Thor asks to take him home, he’s not quite sure what to do.

Thor’s been listening to the sexy DJ’s voice for years and is thrilled to finally meet Paul in person. Can his aural fascination grow into more? And will Paul be right there with him?

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology.

You can get it here.

smutty excerpt:

      "Yeah, that's great." Thor watched Paul move, fascinated by the way the man was at home in the place and his own skin. "We could have that dance now," he suggested.
"I'd like that." Paul smiled, voice riding beneath Simone's throaty tones. "I'd like that a lot."
His cock throbbed again at that voice and he stepped over to Paul, taking the man in his arms and moving to the music. Paul moved into his arms with a sigh, moving with a relaxed, easy tempo. "Mm... you're good at this, Thor."
Another soft shudder went through him. If he wasn't careful, Paul was going to make him come before they even really got down to business. "You're not so bad at it yourself, Paul."
A soft purr tickled his temple, Paul breathing in deep. "You smell good."
"Yeah? Cool Water. One of the few that actually does remind me of the ocean like it's supposed to and not too heavy. I'll bet you don't like that -- heavy colognes and perfumes, I mean, seeing how... well I've heard that when you lose a sense the others compensate for it."
Paul nodded, the motion rubbing soft lips against Thor's cheek. "It's distracting. I can tell a lot about someone by the way they smell."
He moaned, just a little, quietly, still it was a moan. "What can you tell about me?"
"Mm..." Paul's voice dropped again, rumbling against his skin. "I knew you were a swimmer, that you used Cool Water and had showered -- you like Irish Spring soap. You don't use starch, but you do iron and..." That voice lowered further. "I can smell that you want me. You smell good."
"Oh, God." Thor shuddered and pressed closer, hands wrapping around Paul's ass. "You sound good. No, not good, fucking amazing."
"I'd be in real trouble if I didn't." Paul's laugh was sheer sex. "However, I don't think I ever talk to my listeners like this, do I? Never tell them I can tell they're hard, can guess what their cocks taste like."
Thor moaned, no longer dancing, just swaying in place, rubbing their fronts together. "You keep that up and I'm going to come," he admitted on a whisper.
"Mm... that would leave you sticky. Shall we go find my bed?" Paul's fingers were trembling just barely, but his voice was confident, sensual, sure.
"Yeah." Thor rubbed them together one more time and then stepped back, trying to find his breath and a thread of control.
Paul stepped back, too, hand held out until he found the edge of the sofa, then tension in the strong jaw relaxed. Paul looked rumpled and adorable, dark red hair brushing his collar, dark Lennon glasses perched on a roman nose, lips kiss swollen and barely parted.
Thor followed Paul to the bed and started to get undressed. "I'm taking my clothes off now -- I hope I'm not moving too fast here. You're just so fucking sexy..."
"Can I help? I... I know what your shirt feels like but I don't know what you're wearing." Paul's cheeks were blazing. "Just think of it as warped live-action phone sex."
"Oh, fuck, that sounds sexy." He stopped undoing his buttons and took Paul's hands, bringing them to his chest. "The shirt's silk, a deep burgundy -- it goes really well against my skin. I'm black -- my father was white though, so I'm kind of a light chocolate brown. My jeans are black. Tight. Maybe a little too tight right now if you know what I mean." His voice got progressively huskier as he told Paul what he was wearing.
"Oh..." Paul grinned, white teeth sinking into the swollen bottom lip. Then clever fingers started unbuttoning. "Thank you. Your skin is so soft, so smooth -- it feels good. Better even than the silk."
Thor groaned. "Your hands... and your voice. Feels fucking amazing."
His shirt was pushed open, belly explored. "You have an outie and you had... a hernia or appendicitis?"
He chuckled. "Appendicitis. When I was twenty-three. You should have heard the lecture my Mama gave me about grown boys scaring their mothers half to death."
Paul's laugh tickled and those fingers were hot on his waistband. "I got that lecture from my father. Car accident two years ago. It's okay though, I wasn't trying to drive. Although, I guess you know that, if you listen to the show, huh?"
"Car accident? The show? Oh! Yeah. Yeah, I remember you saying... oh fuck, you're a tease." He whimpered as Paul's fingers continued to play with his waistband.
"No. No, just feeling you. Just wanted to touch." Paul licked at his ear. "Tell me, are you smooth all over?"
His jeans were opened with shaky fingers.
"Oh, god, how did you know?"

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