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Saturday, September 26, 2015

Smutterday - Fine as Frog Hair

One of my very first published novels, I have self-published Fine as Frog Hair as a "Sean Michael Classic".

Fine as Frog Hair

Russ Johnston sets out to see America, working as he needs to in order to keep himself afloat. Along the way he meets Brandon “Trey” Latrie. Trey is a ranch manager who has some work for Russ and a room for him to board in. Both single, Russ and Trey don’t take long to start eyeing each other. They take their romance one step at a time though, but when sparks fly, things heat up fast.

When Russ gets sick, Trey is quick to show that he’s not a fly-by-night lover, but is true blue and he sticks by his man through thick and thin, proving that nothing between them has to change.

Russ and Trey have it all, from laughter to heartache to the hottest sex west of the Mississippi, all the while proving that while life isn’t perfect, it’s just fine by them. Fine as frog hair.

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smutty excerpt:

You're so sexy, Russ..."

"Me?" He shook his head. "Now you, with those long legs and that sweet little butt? You're the sexy one."

Trey's eyes went wide and those cheeks got darker. "You like my butt? Russ... You... You're a damned fine man."

His own cheeks were hot enough he was sure they were going to be starting a fire any minute now. He stood up. "Floor's getting awful hard." Not to mention it was awfully far away from Trey.

"There's room by me." Trey patted the sofa.

"I was hoping there would be."

He set his cup on the little side table that held the lamp and sat next to Trey, right next to him. His hand landed on Trey's knee and he stroked softly.

Trey put his mug down, too, hand sliding around his waist. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please, Trey." He leaned forward, meeting Trey halfway.

Their lips met, Trey's tongue sliding into his mouth so carefully. Coffee and sugar and whiskey and cream and cinnamon -- Trey tasted just like Christmas. He sucked lightly on Trey's tongue, need expanding in his belly and rushing down into his balls. A low noise slipped into his mouth, Trey's hand tightening on his waist, pulling him closer. He could feel Trey all along his side and their legs were pressed together. He put his arm around Trey's shoulders, holding on, staying close. They fit together well; Trey's body was warm and relaxed, not soft, though, the muscles firm against him.

Russ lost himself in the kisses, in the way Trey's mouth fit against his, in the tastes and scents that were Trey. One of Trey's hands slid around the nape of his neck, massaging, rubbing, making him melt. He wasn't a virgin, had made out with guys before, but he couldn't ever remember kissing feeling so good, so amazing.

Trey leaned back a little, breathing a little quick, dark eyes almost black. "You taste good."

He nodded. "So do you. Better than anything I've ever tasted." He brought their mouths together again. "I don't want to stop kissing you."

"We've got nothing but time..." Trey's smile felt great, so did the brush of long eyelashes against his skin as they kissed.

Russ shifted, putting both arms around Trey's shoulders so he was holding Trey close. Necking on the couch. That's what they were doing. It was an old fashioned word, but it suited them just fine. Trey's hands wound around his waist, the kisses growing slowly deeper, more exploratory, Trey's tongue hot and slick against his own.

The couch was comfortable and Trey was warm, the lights pretty, making it seem magical. They ended up leaning on the back of the couch, Trey against his arm, deep kisses gentling into brushes of lips and playful little nibbles before slowly becoming breathless again. The heat in his belly was rippling now, like a slow, deep burn that held him caught. Not that he wanted to be anywhere but here, doing this.

"I think we missed your Christmas special, Russ." Trey's voice gave him goose bumps, so low and husky. It warmed him, made that fire burn brighter.

"This is pretty special all on its own," he whispered back, hands opening and closing on Trey's shoulders. "I might even be willing to forego presents for more of this."

"Oh, I wouldn't ask you to do that." Trey's lips nuzzled the corner of his mouth. "I want to watch you open your presents."

A shiver went through him as his mind supplied him an image of just exactly what it was he wanted to open.

"Mmm... Do that again?" He was given another so-soft kiss, Trey's dark eyes watching him.

He gasped softly. "Do what?"

"That pretty shivery thing. It made your whole face light up." Trey grinned at him, fingers tracing along the small of his back.

"Oh..." He blushed, shivering again, this time at the sensations Trey's fingers were leaving on his skin.

"Yeah. Oh." Trey's nose rubbed alongside his own, making his toes curl as their lips met again.

He made a soft noise and opened his mouth wide, inviting Trey in again. Trey accepted his invitation, the kiss deep and heady, stealing his breath, making the whole room spin. He just held on and kissed back as best he could, hoping it was as good for Trey as it was for him.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Smutterday - On the Road

Another week-day smutterday!  This one is another self-pubbed reprint.

On the Road

For two men who spend their days in the cab of a long-haul semi, Kyle and Mike are very different guys. Kyle is a wealthy man who fled his life after the death of his lover. Mike was married, has a kid who wants nothing to do with him, and has to work to pay his bills. The one thing they have in common is their need for the open road, and for each other.

When Kyle wants to retire, though, the brakes start to fail, as Mike doesn't want to quit working until he can pay his own way, not wanting to touch Kyle's money. Can these two work around the obstacles in the road to stay together?

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smutty excerpt:

"Yeah? You need me to take the wheel, lover?"

"You aren't going to be in a fit state to take anything." The rig started to gear down.

He relaxed into the blankets, not speeding his strokes. "No? I'm feeling pretty fucking fit, Mike."

"You won't be." It was a promise.

A glance over at the rear view mirror found blue eyes full of heat and want.

"Pretty big claim there, Blondie. Sure you're mouth's not writing checks your body can't cash?" His hand sped, hips rocking.

The truck was slowing fast, Mike pulling them over onto the shoulder. "You sure you wanna poke the bull like that, Kyle?"

Oh, yeah. He was sure. Really fucking sure. "Does that mean you're horny?"

The truck stopped just in time for him to hear Mike's snort and then his lover's hand was on the seat belt and he had a long body landing hard on his.

He searched for Mike's mouth, hands fighting to slide from between their bodies. Mike's lips covered his in a hard kiss, hips grinding against him. He pushed his hands up to circle Mike's neck, giving as good as he got. One of Mike's hands worked its way between them, sliding against his cock, and Mike undid his own jeans. Then his hands were grabbed and pushed up above him, Mike moving up his body, only stopping when the thick cock was pressed against his mouth.

Kyle pulled against Mike's grip, testing it, testing him. "You want something, Mike?"

"Suck me." Mike pushed the long cock hard against his lips, drops of pre-come coating his lips.

Kyle moaned, the tip of his tongue sliding out to taste the salt of his lover. "Say please."

"I think you should say please -- you're the one who wants it so bad." Mike's blue eyes glittered down at him.

His tongue flicked out again, sliding against the slit of the thick, heavy cock, pushing just inside before retreating. He wasn't the only one who wanted.

Mike moaned, eyes closing as he pushed harder, hands squeezing tight. "Suck me."

Kyle opened his mouth, lips wrapping around the wide, flared head, and began to suck. A long groan filled the cab and Mike pushed, slow but sure, deeper into his mouth. Kyle kept his lips tight, suction fierce and strong. Mike's cock tasted rich, hot and silky and hard as fuck.

Mike actually whimpered, hips pushing his cock deep. Kyle gave Mike what he was asking for, pulling on that fat prick, looking to make his lover scream.

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Monday, September 21, 2015

My God It's Monday

I just registered for my first RT convention. It's next year in Vegas -- how could I resist? Las Vegas is this cheesy, crazy town and the last time I went I had a blast (and I don't gamble at all.) So if you're planning to go, I'll see you there.

The weather has taken a turn for the better. It's getting much cooler overnight and while today is a little on the warm side again, yesterday was stunningly beautiful and there are more days in the forecast that will call for me wearing warmer clothes than otherwise, so I'm a happy camper. Heck, as fast as this year has gone so far, I suspect it'll be winter weather in a blink or two. Honestly, I'm looking forward to winter as much as I was to the fall, but at the same time the days are just flying past at scary speed.

I've written out my todo list, and now I don't want to look at it because it's just too long and if I pretend it's not there, it'll go away, right? Yeah, I know it doesn't work that way. Shame, though.

I'm craving seafood the last while. Not regular fish, I'm not a huge fan of that, but lobster, shrimp, crab, scallops. Oh, man, I love and adore those. Especially the lobster and the scallops. A well cooked scallop is fantastic and one of my favorite meals. So sweet. I like it best served with a lemon beurre blanc sauce, but really just feed it to me.

Speaking of food, I went to Baconpalooza a couple of Saturdays ago. Had pulled pork and bacon sandwich, a maple whiskey glazed bacon doughnut, bacon poutine and a pork belly slider, all from different food trucks. The fries were so good on the poutine that they totally made it awesome, though really the bacon was good, but didn't make it special. The pulled pork sandwich needed more of the chipotle maple sauce on it, and again, the bacon wasn't really necessary. The bacon flavour definitely made a showing on the doughnut, and the bites with bacon in it tasted better than those without. The definite winner though was the pork belly slider from Angry Dragonz food truck. It had pickled veg and onions in with it which was the perfect thing to cut the fat and damn, I could have eaten a dozen.

I bought a Baconpalooza T-shirt, which I shall have to wear to the Coatal Magic Convention in February.

Okay, my week is kind of (where kind of means a whole ton of) busy, so I should go and continue attacking the todo list full force.

Have a great week!

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Smutterday - SWAK: Bondage

I'm kind of behind on Smutterday, so I thought I'd try and spread it around the week a little, do some catch-up.

SWAK: Bondage

Gage and Davey are a Master and sub pair who love each other very much and are committed to each other and their lifestyle.

As a pediatric nurse, Davey sees a lot of pain and suffering and some days are harder than others. Gage can help Davey through those days, but he’s aware that one of his best tools isn’t at his disposal.

Gage knows the power of bondage, but a bad experience in his youth has left Davey terrified of the ropes and being left alone, bound and vulnerable.

Can Gage help Davey work through his fears and teach his boy to love the ropes?

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Smutty excerpt:

“Easy, boy.” I take his hands and hold them. I’ll be the one to remove the ropes from his wrists. It’s important that he doesn’t have to do it himself.

“They’re heavy,” he complains, but I know they’re not.

“And I’ll take them off. Nice and easy.”

He can wear them for me for a few more minutes.

I hold his hands and slide a single finger between the rope and his right wrist, stroking the delicate skin there. He sucks in a breath, his fingers curling.

Humming, I lean in to lick along the edge of the rope, slowly dragging my tongue over his skin.

“Don’t...” That doesn’t sound like a real protest, though, and it absolutely isn’t his safeword.

I slowly unwrap the rope and bend again to his wrist, using my teeth this time, scraping the tender flesh. He sucks in a shuddering breath, and I wrap the rope around him again, loosely.

“The rope is an extension of my arms, holding you safe.” I keep nibbling, teasing, making him fly.

I work my way from his wrist to his pit, mouth sliding along his inner arm and he’s not fighting the ropes; he’s waiting for me.

I slide my nose along his neck, breathing out to tickle him with my breath. Ah, yes, a chuckle. This is good. I use my tongue now, licking and teasing at his skin.

“Teasing,” he accuses.

“I am.” And loving on him, making the spectre of the ropes less harsh. I want to make him wild. I want to make him forget the ropes he’s still wearing around his wrists.

I kiss him again, licking at the roof of his mouth and his moan is surprised, happy. I love how he responds to me. Next I suck on his upper lip and he reaches out, the rope brushing me. Humming, I bite at it.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” I lick his wrist again.

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Oh good. That’s kind of the point.”

“Just kind of?” he teases.

I nod, laughing. Then I pounce and take his mouth in a breath-stealing kiss.

His bound hands hold me, the rope dangling down to tickle my face. I back off and make sure he sees me as I rub my face against the bindings, nuzzling them. These are nothing to be afraid of. My brave boy begins to chuckle at me, at my antics.

“You deserve a reward. Spanking? Whipping? A sound?”

“I just want you, Master.”

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Suddenly Sunday

And wow, is that title apt today. All of a sudden, it's Sunday and did I get any of the smutterday excerpts done that I wanted to? Nope.

I got a few little things done, but not anywhere near what I was hoping to. Ah, well. I shall just keep bashing away at it, right? Eventually everything will get done.

I will say that today was a stunningly beautiful day. It was totally sunny, with that very blue sky that means no humidity. And the high was 18C, which is just perfect. I adore days that go cold overnight and up to 20C at the most during the day. I put on a hoodie this evening -- I love putting on a hoodie.

There's nothing better for cuddling than cold weather ;)

So tomorrow is Monday and I suspect it's going to definitely feel like a Monday!

I hope everyone had a good weekend.

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A Cowboy Out of Texas available Today!

My story in the Texas Round-Up Amber PAX is now out! This one was fun as I got to set it more or less in my city :)

A Cowboy Out of Texas

Sam Hawker’s fall off a bucking bronc at an event in Canada has left him both physically broken and financially broke and in a hospital with his leg in traction. Between worrying about how he’ll pay his medical bills and not being able to move, he’s going more than a little stir crazy.

Easy on the eyes, Pat Bouchard is the nurse assigned to Sam for his stay at the hospital, and the two men get to know each other as Pat cares for and entertains Sam. They grow even closer when Pat offers Sam a place to stay while he recovers.

What are they going to do when Sam’s all better and doesn’t have a reason to stay in Canada any longer?

Get it for 35% off during it's first week at Amber! It's available here.


A week or so later, Pat came home after a double shift, utterly exhausted. Like bone deep. He was pleased to see Sam was asleep, mouth open, soft snores sounding. He grabbed a glass of water and sat in his easy chair to down it. He had the next four days off, thank God. He was ready to sleep for the first three of them. In fact…he’d just close his eyes for a few minutes right here before dragging his butt to bed.

He heard a low, pained moan, and his nurse self was immediately, suddenly wide awake. Sam was standing, staring doggedly down the hallway as he tried to get to the bathroom.

“Jesus Christ, you’re going to break your other leg.” Pat was up and supporting Sam on his bad side in seconds. “If you don’t want the bedpan, you’re supposed to ask for my help to get to the bathroom.”

“I can piss in the commode, honey.” Sam leaned hard against him.

“Well sure, but you still need a little help getting there, yeah?”

Had Sam been dragging himself to the bathroom while Pat was at work?

“Uh-huh.” They got to the bathroom, slow and careful. “Sorry to wake you.”

“I’d rather you woke me than did yourself an injury.” He got Sam as far as the sink, knowing from there Sam could hold onto things to get to the toilet. “I’ll be right outside the door in case you need anything.” He stepped out, but left the door ajar, just in case.

“Thanks, honey. You should get some rest, you look pooped.”

“Thanks, but I’ll wait until I’ve got you back on the couch.” He leaned against the wall across from the bathroom door and let his eyes close.

Sam did his business and flushed the toilet, then opened the door, moving carefully. Pat pulled away from the wall. He tucked his arm around Sam.

“Hate that you’re having to help me as tired as you are.”

“Don’t worry about it, man. You’re going to get better.”

“Sure I am.” Sam felt good against his side, warm, solid.

“You think you can make it back to the couch or should we shortcut onto the bed in my room? It’s big enough for two.”

“You don’t mind?”

“If I minded, I’d have dragged your ass back to the couch.” He turned them toward the bedroom, not the living room.

They both settled on the bed, then leaned together for a second. Pat’s eyes were heavy, and it felt so nice having someone in bed with him. They fell back together, and Sam drew him close.

It made Pat smile. “Comfy.”

“Yeah. You good?”

“I am. Is this okay for you?”

They hadn’t done anything since that kiss the first day he’d brought Sam home, but he’d been working some crazy hours, and Sam had been busy sleeping so his body could heal.

“Yeah, honey. It feels like heaven.”

Smiling, Pat turned his head and left a kiss on Sam’s shoulder. “Yeah, it kind of does.”

“Cool.” One hand stroked his arm, slow and easy.

He couldn’t decide if he wanted to drift off in Sam’s arms, or do something more energetic.

“It’s cool to sleep, honey. I got you,” Sam told him.

“Yeah? I could totally sleep.” For like a day.

“I could totally hold you. I got the remote if I get woke up.”

“It’s a plan.” Hell, he was already half asleep already.

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Friday, September 18, 2015

Random Friday

Wow, have I really not blogged at all since the end of August? Apparently not.

September always does this to me. Always. It's weird, because it's not like I spent the summer goofing off and so am suddenly in catch up mode, it has just been really busy all on its own. The rest of the month and the weeks beyond don't look like they're going to be any quieter either. Ah well. At least the weather will be cooler.

September's been a mix of hot days and cooler days, but for the most part, the humidity has dropped and so even the hot days don't seem nearly so oppressive as they do in the summer. And most mornings I open the back door and the windows to let a lovely breeze in. Sunday is supposed to have a high of just 18C and I am so hoping that turns out to be right. I shall be the one doing the happy dance.

I've had several books out since the end of August, self-pubbed, publisher pubbed, some reprints, some brand new and I will try to get smutterday excerpts up for all of them tomorrow.

I'm most excited about the new self-pubbed book. It's the first of a series called Fairytale Shifters, wherein the main characters are shifters and each one is loosely based on the fairytale it's named after. This first one is Beauty and the Beast, featuring a rhino shifter named Tromp and a panther shifter named Pepper. I'm working on the next one -- Rapunzel -- which features a giraffe shifter named Rafe and a gorilla shifter named Joe.

Fairytale Shifters: Beauty and the Beast

As a rhino shifter, Tromp knows that he’s not the sexiest beast in the world. In fact he’s clumsy and he can’t see very well, and that’s whether he’s in his human or animal form. Still, he enjoys going to the bar and watching the other shifters hooking up, especially the dancers. Then he sees a slinky kitty dancing on the little stage and he’s immediately smitten. He knows a sexy beauty like that would never go for him, but he’s happy just to watch and fantasize about what could be.

For his part, panther shifter Pepper might be gorgeous on the outside, but he knows most people see him as nothing more than a piece of meat and he’s had a hard past. There’s something in the way the big rhino shifter looks at him while he dances, though, that makes him feel special. So when his stint on the stage is over, he heads right to the rhino’s table.

Can Tromp and Pepper ignore the world’s expectations and find what they need in each other?

You can find it at All Romance Ebooks and at Amazon.

I have a new book coming out on Sunday September 20. This one was written for the Amber PAX collection called Texas Round-up. My story actually takes place in Canada with an injured rodeo cowboy and the man who helps nurse him back to health.

A Cowboy Out of Texas

Sam Hawker’s fall off a bucking bronc at an event in Canada has left him both physically broken and financially broke and in a hospital with his leg in traction. Between worrying about how he’ll pay his medical bills and not being able to move, he’s going more than a little stir crazy.

Easy on the eyes, Pat Bouchard is the nurse assigned to Sam for his stay at the hospital, and the two men get to know each other as Pat cares for and entertains Sam. They grow even closer when Pat offers Sam a place to stay while he recovers.

What are they going to do when Sam’s all better and doesn’t have a reason to stay in Canada any longer?

It will be available on September 20 at 35% off, at Amber Allure.

Happy Friday everyone!

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