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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday - Spices

There are so many spices in the world and I have to admit that while I like different flavors, and I like spicy, I am a spicy light person. That is, that the hot gets me pretty quickly ;)

Top Ten Spices

10. Salt - this is the universal spice, right? And it brings out the flavor of everything.
9. Pepper - I don't need a lot of pepper on my food, but sometimes a little is just perfect
8. Saffron - it might be the most expensive spice, but it's yummy - I like it to enhance gentle flavors
7. Chilli - not too much, but this really spices things up
6. Ginger - this is a savory and sweet spice - I actually prefer it in savory dishes
5. Cilantro - I do love Mexican and South American foods and this is a big part of it
4. Thyme - goes in my favorite soup - French Canadian Pea Soup
3. Chipotle - not as hot as 'regular' chili, I like this one better
2. Garlic - I love garlic. It can go on anything savory!
1. Cinnamon! Gotta love it - it goes into both savory and sweet things and it makes many dishes more yummy - cinnamon buns! fruit crisps! etc.

Now I'm hungry!

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Movie Monday on a Tuesday

This week I went to see Monster Trucks with my nephew. When I first saw the previews for this one I thought it looked really cute and I knew my 11 year old nephew would probably like it. I was right on both counts.

The movie was charming, and while a lot of it was exactly what you'd expect from this kind of movie, they did twist up the father/step-father thing in a nice way and I appreciated that.

We saw it in 3D, but I don't think it needed to be seen in 3D - it didn't add all that much to the movie.

If you want something fun, adorable and easy, this one is for you!

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Saturday, January 28, 2017

Smutterday - Once You Go Demon

I had another re-release this week. Thank you very much to Changeling for taking in Once You Go Demon, an orphan from ARE. It was brand new in November and I'm hoping many people had not yet bought it as I will never see a dime from it's time there! These demons are very smutty so they're a natural for Smutterday.

There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.

Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.

Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.

Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.

Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.

Buy links:
Changeling Press
Barnes & Noble

Smutty Excerpt:

“Finish stripping, take your hair down, and get in the tub.” Ceris was also tugging his gauzy pants off, completely revealing the rest of his body. The demon really was a magnificent specimen.


Kerr took down his braids from where he’d wrapped them around his horns. The strands were heavy, hot on his shoulders. Ceris stepped close and began to undo each plait, big fingers agile. Ceris carded through his hair until even a hint of each braid was gone. His scalp tingled, and his body buzzed, arousal sliding through him. His ass was slapped gently, huge fingers cupping him for a moment.

“In the tub, boy.”

Boy. No one had called him boy since his training.

He stepped into the tub, the hot water absolutely delicious. To his surprise, Ceris climbed in with him. He’d known the big man was going to bathe him, but he hadn’t realized Ceris was going to bathe with him.

Sitting, Ceris tugged him down and into the vee of Ceris’ legs. “See how perfectly you fit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You have no body modifications?”

“No, sir. My previous master did not wish it.”

Ceris’ lips brushed the curve of his ear. “Our master allows me full control of those decisions, boy. I can do as I wish.” Plucking at his nipples, Ceris made them hard. “These in particular are begging for decoration. As is this.” Ceris dropped his hand, pinching the tip of Kerr’s cock, hard enough he felt the sting in his balls.

“A-as you wish, sir.”

“Oh, such need gone to waste.”

Ceris’ hand wrapped around his cock, which was filling quickly without a single thought from him. He gasped softly, his asscheeks clenching suddenly, body working immediately to find release.

“It has been far too long since you’ve been properly used.” Ceris tightened his hand, the casual strokes becoming focussed and promising to drag him right over the edge in a matter of moments. “I will use you. I will make you scream with pleasure, with pain, with the twisted love of them both.”

Just about the time he was ready to shoot, the touch disappeared, Ceris moving to work his nipples, which was nowhere near enough sensation.

“Do you come on command, boy?” Ceris asked, pinching his nipples between the big fingers and tugging his flesh out from his chest, making him ache.

“I used to, sir. I have not in many years.”

“I’ll train you for it. Your master will want you to be able to do so. I want you to be able to do so.” Ceris spoke against his ear, lips warm, breath wafting across his skin and making him shiver.

He groaned softly, his permanently bare ballsac pulling up. “Yes, Master Ceris.”

Kerr could be taught to need so many things, to obey. He just wanted to be used as he was meant to be. Maybe here he would be.

Ceris bit his earlobe, one hand dropping to cup and squeeze his balls. “I could make you come from just ball play. From nipple play, cock play, hole play. I could make you come with my words alone.”

He nodded and swallowed, caught in the ache of his needy balls.

“I will use you for hours, days. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, as our master wishes. You will never spend another day without something stretching your hole—my cock, a plug, my fist. Never.”

The words were intoxicating, and he began rocking, not even caring if it wasn’t allowed. He wanted to be punished. Anything, as long as the promises Ceris made him were true.

“Needy slut. How lucky I am. I asked for someone to help with the new pet. I didn’t expect to find a hungry little demon.” Ceris wrapped the big hand around his cock again, pulling hard. “You’ll not come until I say so or I will bind you and you won’t come again until tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master Ceris. I will not.” He wasn’t an untried boy. It might have been far too long since he’d been put through his paces, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember how to obey no matter what was thrown at him.

“Good to know you’ve retained some of your training.” Ceris continued to pump him, fist tightening slowly as the water moved around them.

It was the little bites along the back of his neck that made him shiver, made his balls draw up tight against his skin. They were added to by rough pulls and tugs to his nipples, harsh little twists.

“Aside from a lack of ink and piercings, you have no bruises, no scratches or cuts. No indications that you have a master who loves you and loves to you use you as you so richly deserve. That is going to change, boy.” Ceris pulled his nipple out, making him arch. The strokes to his cock never slowed. “There will not be an inch of you I will not whip and adore, hurt and please.”

The promises poured over his soul, better even than the touches that had him arching, his body burning.

“I am going to take a special interest in you.”

He wanted all of it, more. He had never been so aroused. Never, not even as a new sub. He could feel Ceris’ club-like cock, hot and hard against his ass and the small of his back. It, too, was a promise, and he prayed he got to feel it today, filling him in a way he hadn’t been in far too long a time.

“I want to feel you coming around my cock. I want to feel how your body reacts to my command.”

“Yes, sir.” He arched back, rubbing his hole against Ceris’ prick, begging like he was in heat.


The word was not an insult, he knew this. He could hear it in Ceris’ deep voice.

“Yes, sir.” He groaned softly, utterly confused as to what was wrong with him.

“Are you ready for me, boy? I don’t know if that was the rule where you come from.”

He shook his head. “I haven’t been filled in years.”

“Blasphemy!” Ceris stretched, reaching over the far side of the tub and grabbing a bottle of oil. Holding it out on his palm, he unstoppered it. “You will lean over the edge of the tub and prepare yourself for me as I watch.”

“Yes, sir.” He moved, forcing himself to be graceful, beautiful, flowing, even in his need. He would do everything he could to make sure he didn’t disappoint. He needed what Ceris offered, needed it deep in his soul.

Ceris hummed softly, the sound pleased. Kerr swore he could feel the heat from Ceris’ hand as it passed through the air next to his ass like a phantom caress. He slicked his fingers, spreading wide enough that his ballsac dipped in the hot water as he slipped one finger in, slicking himself without denying Ceris the pleasure of stretching him.

“Lovely.” Ceris pressed a finger inside him, much thicker than his own and as hot as the water around them. “Nice and tight. You do your exercises nightly, boy?”

“Yes, sir.” It was the most pleasure he received. “I was allowed two orgasms a day by my own hand.”

Ceris grunted, but didn’t say anything. Another finger pushed into his body, both of Ceris’ going deep and hitting that spot inside him that hadn’t been touched in what felt like forever and had surely been at least several years.

He moaned, his back arching with pleasure. Yes. Yes, so good. Now he just needed more.

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Smutterday - Love in an Elevator

This one went out of print sometime in 2015 and now I've self-pubbed it! I have to admit that every time I see or type in the title, I think of the Aerosmith song and hear the line "going down" in my head and it makes me grin.

Scott Johnson is a free-lance photographer who likes to take pictures, watch movies, and play. On a job he meets business executive Josh Silvers. Josh is a force to be reckoned with, tall, and self-confident, he seems to be able to reach right into Scott’s psyche and give him exactly what he needs.

The only problem is that Scott doesn’t take orders, while Josh seems awfully fond of giving them. Still, despite his occasional protests, Scott seems to be following them just fine. For now. Will that change if Josh goes further than Scott wants to? Or does Josh really know him better than he knows himself.

Check out this Sean Michael classic to find out!

This book has been previously published – the publisher has changed.

Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny

Smutty Excerpt:

Scott's place was small and there was photography and computer equipment everywhere. Josh wasn't really checking the place out, though, he was far more interested in the man himself. Sweet and hot, with a killer mouth and an even better ass that Josh planned to be buried in as soon as possible.

"Nice," he said. "Where's the bed?"

"I have a futon. Does that count?"

"It'll do." He grinned and tugged Scott over to him, laying a hard kiss on Scott's lips, tongue pushing in, letting Scott know exactly what he wanted. Scott moaned, the sound surprised, then that hot little tongue started pushing back, challenging him. He chuckled into the kiss, tongue twisting around Scott's, keeping control of the kiss, deepening it.

Fuck, Scott was pretty, dark hair and bright eyes rimmed with black eyelashes. Everything about the kid made him hard for it. A low groan split the air, Scott opening for him.

Oh, perfect. Scott's mouth tasted of beer and the food they'd eaten. And of something sweet below all that. It made a sound rumble in his chest and his hands slid down along Scott's back, landing on that fine ass and tugging him closer. A nice hard prick nuzzled up against his hip, just rubbing away, giving him a good feel of it.


He came up for air, one arm staying behind Scott's back the other sliding on one flushed cheek. "Where's that futon of yours, Scott?"

"Under the window. See all the pillows?" Oh, he liked that, the breathlessness, the gasps.

He nodded. He did see. It looked nice and inviting, a little oasis of soft and horizontal in all the mess of equipment. His eyes mapped out a path and then he was kissing Scott again, pulling those sweet little gasps into his mouth as he started to move them toward the futon.

Scott moaned, moving along with him, hands around his waist, almost fluttering.

He stopped moving once they were beside the futon, but kept kissing, pulling out sweet sound after sweet sound from Scott. He got hold of one of Scott's hands and brought it up to the buttons on his shirt. His own hands pushed Scott's jacket off, hearing it fall to the floor before he tugged the kid's t-shirt out of his jeans. Scott followed directions well, working his buttons open.

He hummed happily, tugging Scott's t-shirt up and off, hands sliding on all that warm, smooth flesh. Mmm... tiny little dark nipples, broad shoulders tapering into a sweet, tight ass. Yummy. Scott got his shirt open, fingers on his chest, his belly.

He moaned, his own fingers going straight for those little nipples, pinching them into hardness. "That's it, Scott, touch me. I know you want to." He was in good shape, worked out most lunch and evenings at the executive gym at work, so his muscles were nice, defined.

"You're fine. Who wouldn't want you?" Scott's eyes went wide when he pinched those nipples, cheeks flushing.

"Exactly." He bent and licked at Scott's lips, pinching again, loving the reaction.

Scott shivered, pulled away before pushing back into the touches. "Damn."

"Sweet," he murmured, hands leaving those now peaked little nipples to undo the button on Scott's jeans. Then, slowly, he pulled the zipper down.

Oh, fuck. No underwear, no pubes, just smooth dark skin and a heavy, full cock begging for his touch. Fucking sweet. He explored the smooth skin around Scott's cock first, and then the full balls, cupping them, thumb sliding along the base of Scott's cock.

Hot. Silk and velvet.

"Mmm... I. I wax them. Love how it looks."

"Feels amazing, Scott. What about back here?" he asked, fingers of his other hand sliding down the back of Scott's jeans, searching out his crack. Scott blushed dark, ducked his head as Josh’s fingers found smooth, smooth, soft skin. "Fuck, yes. Oh, Scott, I was hoping you'd be special." He turned his face to Scott's neck, nibbling, licking, fingers sliding on all that smooth skin. Damn. Just damn.

Scott's hands slid down his spine, nails scraping a little, scratching. He liked that little bit of wildfire, it urged him on, made him growl a little, finger pushing into Scott's body.

"Uhn..." Scott jerked, just starting to hump against him, rocking into him. Hot for it. He liked that, too.

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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Book Day Wednesday - Once You Go Demon

I'd like to thank Changeling Press for republishing Once You Go Demon for me. The novel had only been out a couple months when the whole ARE mess happened. Hopefully you hadn't had a chance to pick it up yet!

Once You Go Demon

There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.

Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.

Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.

Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.

Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.

It'll be available on Friday at Changeling Press!


Kerr stared at the paper the incredibly well dressed goons at the door handed him.


He'd been sold into Horatio Liverage's house to act as the man's submissive since he was of maturity, and now, after so long, Horatio had sold him without a word? Without a note?


Utter nonsense.

"There must be a mistake."

The goon pointed one clawed finger at the insignia at the bottom of the page. "What does that signify?"

"Horatio Liverage." He couldn't deny it was his master's seal.

"Then there isn't a mistake. Bring us Kerr, and we'll be on our way." The teeth on the guy doing the talking brooked no argument. Neither did the tufts of smoke coming out of Silent and Scary's ears.

"I'm Kerr. I have to gather my things, make arrangements..." Right? Didn't he get that much at least?

The lower demon looked at the contract again. "It doesn't say anything about belongings here. Let's go."

"I have precious things that hold my family name, and it doesn't say that I can't bring them. I am not resisting, simply gathering my stuff." He could bargain with the best of them. He knew he had to convince them, though, as either one of them could pick him up and toss him over a shoulder without even trying.

Henchman One turned to Henchman Two, who shrugged.

"Is your master here? He can decide."

"He is not. He's away. As such, I am second in charge of the household." He held no illusions that he was beloved or even a lover, but he was well trusted with finances and with all aspects of Horatio's life. "I shall return in moments."

He began to pack -- the stash of jewels he had been collecting for years, his few precious books, his favorite clothes, and the music and computer that were his. He grabbed his toiletries, the hologram of his sire and dam, and the fragile glass orb that throbbed with a sweet, gentle light.

Both goons were frowning when he came back, pushing the pallet of his things.

"We won't be party to you stealing from your master."

"I haven't stolen a thing. These things are my own and now go with me to my new master." Fuckers. Horatio might be able to sell him on a whim, but these were his possessions and they were going with him.

They looked at each other again, shrugged, and turned, heading down the walk toward the truck at the end of it. "We're not toting anything," the talker called back over his shoulder.

"Not yet," Kerr muttered.

He wasn't some pointless goon. He was a highly trained, highly useful sexual submissive and house servant. Soon he would find a place with whomever the fuck the asshole prick that never made love to him anyway, dickhead, had sold his papers to, and then this mouth breather would do what Kerr said.

The goon opened the back door and just stood there, watching him putting his things in. "You're riding back there, too."

"Thank you so much." He rolled his eyes, pushed his hair behind his ears, and climbed in, telling himself that he wasn't hurt, that he was nothing but property, that he shouldn't cry. One day, that might even work.

The door closed with a loud clang, leaving him in the dark, the engine starting up moments later. The truck lurched forward, sending him falling onto his ass.

He did cry then, silently, heartbroken. He'd lost his home, his job, his master, and no one had so much as warned him. Someone had written up that paperwork, someone had made the arrangements, and someone had thrown him away.

He couldn't believe Horatio had done this to him, and without any warning at all, not a word to him.

The truck stopped abruptly, the brakes squeaking loudly. The door opened again, the dull grey sky seeming bright after the darkness of the truck.

Two little slaves popped up into the back and began grabbing his stuff.

He lifted his chin and firmed his lips. He was well trained, valuable. Special in his own right. Men begged to be wealthy enough to own him.

"Come, come," murmured one boy, motioning for him to get down from the truck and follow. He couldn't see the two goons. "You're going to be in the salle, honored one. Your groom is Ceris, and he is the Salle Master."

Finally, someone realized how important he was, what his stature was, even if he was a slave. He followed the lad through a side door and along a winding hall of stone. This place was much brighter than his mast -- than his former master's, more marble than rock on the columns and floors, white and light blue shot through with silver and gold.

When they arrived at the harem, the whole place still felt luxurious and gilded, as if the master lived back here as well as the front of the house. Well, his new master was very rich, there was no denying that.

A huge bald man stood as he walked in, bowing to him solemnly. "Honored one. I am Ceris, your groom. Boy, put the things in the gold room, then call for tea."

The lad who'd guided him here bowed and went running with Kerr's things, deeper into the harem.

"Welcome to Lord Belial's harem. We were very excited to learn he won you and that you would be joining us."

Lord Belial? Bel? Horatio had sold him to his best friend? Seriously?

"Thank you for your welcome." He bowed automatically, his training taking over immediately.

"Tea is coming. After that, I imagine you'd like a bath. Perhaps something light to eat."

Ceris was a handsome demon. The bald head exposed the little horns completely, and they glowed in the light. His bare chest was beautifully muscled, the gauzy pants exposing strong legs and hinting at a heavy cock. There was a heavy spiky gold tattoo covering Ceris' ridged belly, marking him as Master Bel's, Kerr was sure. Marked, but lovely.

"I... Yes, of course." He was developing the world's worst headache.

A lad, different than the first two, he thought, came in with a tray holding a teapot and two teacups. He left them on a low table, bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Totz. You can go."

The boy did, hurrying off like he had somewhere to be.

"Please. Sit." Ceris waved toward the benches that surrounded the table.

"Thank you, Ceris." He and Ceris were equals, and he refused to treat the man with less respect than he deserved. "I was not aware I was to be transferred. Not until the papers arrived at the door."

Transferred. Traded. Discarded.

"That's unfortunate. Were you able to collect all your things?" Ceris asked, pouring out the tea.

"I brought the things that were special that I could carry. What will my duties be here? In my former home, I acted as valet and head of household -- finances, staff management, that sort of thing."

Ceris shot him a confused look. "I was led to believe you were a trained submissive, honored one."

"Yes, I was. My former master chose not to use me in that regard." Not for many years and not often when he had.

"Perhaps that's why he wagered you in the game of chance he played with our master last night." Ceris leaned forward and spoke quietly, confidentially. "He's still here, sleeping it off. It got very loud and much was imbibed. I'm very sorry for the way it happened, but maybe it's for the better. There is no where else in all of Hell that I would rather be."

"I will thrive wherever they wish me to be." He hoped. He had no choice.

Ceris looked him up and down, gaze almost like a physical touch. "I'm sure you will."

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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday - Scents

Thank you to those who left suggestions for Top Ten lists - please feel free to leave your suggestions for me.

I am very sensitive to scents and I'm allergic to a lot of things, so many scents actually bother me. So this list wasn't as easy to compile as you might think!

Top Ten Scent

10 - cow manure on fields - okay, this is where I admit to being wierd. I love driving through the country and smelling that scent of fields fertilized with cow manure. It's got to be cow manure, though - lots of other manures are nasty. I think it might harken back to visiting my grandparents on their farm when I was little. Neither of them are with me anymore.

9 - bacon cooking - I love the smell of bacon cooking. Once I've eaten it, though, the scent seems gross and I want it gone

8 - the ground melting - Come sprint when the dirt is wet and warming up, there's this wonderful, earthy smell that I enjoy.

7 - leather - Even when it's not attached to a jacket on a stud, I love the smell of leather

6 - mint - clean and crisp, and yummy

5 - Ivory soap - there's nothing in it and it just smells clean to me

4 - the ocean - the smell of the ocean feels like coming home

3 - cinnamon - especially if baking with it is involved

2 - fresh berries - strawberries, blueberries, raspberries - they're all delicious smelling

1 - bread baking - this is best scent ever

What's your favorite scent?

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Monday, January 23, 2017

My God It's Monday

First Monday of year 51. So far so good. Let's hope it stays that way!

We're having very bizarre January weather. It's been around freezing for weeks and it looks like it's not really going to get that much colder before February. It's still going to be  warmer than usual for February, though, from the long term forecast.  Just weird. I hope it doesn't mean we're going to have a hotter than usual summer!

I have lemon tart from Second Avenue Sweets which is amazing - they do their curd good and lemony. It makes my  mouth pucker without having a bitter edge. Too often lemon items are not lemony enough, but this one is great. And it doesn't taste at all artificial, either.

I have a few deadlines at the end of the month, and so I'll be writing my fingers off this week. Which is a good thing - it'll keep me out of trouble anyway ;)

I hope you all had a good Monday.

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Movie Monday

The only movie I watched this week was Maximum Ride on Netflix. It was... one of those movies that wasn't bad, but it had potential to be so much more. It actually felt an awful lot like the beginning of a series and ended rather open-ended. I definitely wanted to know more about the whole world and who the characters were. So if it was the start of a series, that's fine, but as a stand alone movie, it was rather wanting.

I also watched Almost Famous, the latest Russell Peters special. He's one of my favourite comedians. This was a good one, though I enjoyed his Notorious show more. I do love how he riffs off the audience, picking folks out and just going with it. I recommend any of his shows.

Finished watching Luke Cage on Netflix. Very intense, very good. He was my favorite character on Jessica Jones, so it was good to get his story too. I'm looking forward to new seasons of the show.

Just started watching Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency also on Netflix. I'm about four episodes in. The characters are quirky as hell, bizarre and weird and strange, as is the whole show. It's also hilarious. I'm enjoying it a lot. I haven't read the books, so it's all new and I have no idea how closely its sticking to the storyline. But I'm enjoying it and looking forward to more.

Theatre movies on my interest list include xXx: Return of Xander Cage, Monster Truck and the new Underworld and Resident Evil. I will probably wind up not seeing any of them in the theatre but instead watching them once they're out on Blu-Ray. 

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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Sneak Peek Sunday - Branded by Flames

I thought I'd start a new thing this year. Sneak Peek Sunday. I won't always have a chance to do a bit and sometimes it'll be a snippet from a coming soon book, sometimes it'll be a snippet from a book that I'm currently working on, but I thought it would be fun.

Up first is an excerpt from Branded by Flames, the first book in my new series with Carina Press - Dragon Soul.

Branded by Flames

Introducing a brand-new male/male dragon shifter series from bestselling LGBTQ author Sean Michael!  

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate… 

For years, dragon-shifter-slash-firefighter Jake has been searching for his mate, but he's beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.

Then he meets Shae.

A former navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine—until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake's family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…

Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon's mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake's guidance—and love—if he's going to make it through alive.

 Buy links:
Carina Press
Barnes & Noble
Google Play

Sneak Peek:

Jake showered after his shift, taking time to jack off to the memory of the sexy silver fox with the gorgeous eyes and smokin’ bod. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to climax. Now if things went like he hoped they would, he’d be able to last a while instead of shooting like a high-schooler the minute he and Mr. Creates-Dragons-out-of-Metal got naked. Because naked-time was definitely the plan. Shae called to all his instincts, begged to be used, to be made to submit. And Jake did like to give people what they needed. He couldn’t wait to see the sculpture and the artist again.

He headed out, focused on returning to the scene of no crime. To the home of the man with the dragon in his side yard. It seemed like kismet, really. Stopping on the way, he picked up a couple of pizzas, making half of one vegetarian, just in case, and the rest all meat all the time, because he was a meatatarian.

The dragon on the lawn was in the same state as it had been earlier, which was cool—now Jake had an excuse to come back if it turned out that one round wasn’t enough with the delectable Shae. He rang the bell, still looking at the lines of the big metal beast, admiring the handiwork.

“In the back!” Warm, dark eyes met his from around the dragon, Shae’s smile more than a little come-hither. “Come on, man. I’m starting some steaks. You want one?”

Hot, Stacked and Sexy was in nothing but a pair of ancient, paper-thin jeans, and his undercut hair was loose, framing the bearded face. Shae turned and slunk—not walked, nothing that fluid and sexy could be anything so pedestrian as walking—toward the back deck. Glancing back casually, Shae licked his lips.

Fuck, but Jake’s urge to push the man to his knees and tug on that silver-shot hair, pull Shae’s head back and take that mouth, grew with every move Shae made.

“That trumps my pizzas any day.” Besides, cold pizza was totally its own food group.

“Mmm. There’s nothing wrong with a good pizza.” Shae turned, and there wasn’t an uninked section of torso and arms, the black and gray patterns fucking fascinating. Almost as good as the double-pierced nipples with their tiny rings and barbells.

Jake hummed happily. Maybe there was potential here for more than a quick roll in the hay, maybe his thought that he might need more than one night to get his fill had been bang on. Those pierced nipples spoke to him, whispered words like pain slut, which were two of his favorite words. The fact that Shae wanted to feed him spoke to him, too, said that Shae knew how to treat a Dom.

“We could save it for breakfast,” Jake suggested.

Shae nearly missed the last step, tripping up onto the deck. “We could discuss it over a beer. See if we’re compatible.”

Huh. He wasn’t wrong about the vibes he’d picked up earlier. What had a few hours of being alone and thinking sparked in Shae that he was wound up so tight now? Whatever was going on in Shae’s head, Jake had faith that he could turn it back around again. “Works for me.”

The backyard was even bigger than the side yard, and it was littered with art. Jake was eager to see it, but he wanted a beer and some close-up one-on-one time with Shae more. The art wasn’t going anywhere. Shae needed his focus.

“Beer?” Shae didn’t wait for him to answer, simply tossed him a microbrew. Good taste.

Jake opened the twist top and took a swig, the cold brew hitting his throat in the best way. “Nice.”

“Yep. How do you take your meat?” Shae said it casually, but looked at him through his lashes.

“That’s a leading question.” He lowered his voice to an intimate growl. “And I like it rare.”

“Rare it is.” There was a tear in those jeans, right under the curve of Shae’s ass cheek.

Jake itched to run his fingers along it, to feel the heat of Shae’s skin. Instead he took a seat, sprawling to accommodate his more-than-interested cock.

“How long you been a firefighter, man? You like it?” Shae asked.

“All my life, and I love it. Me and fire have always had an affinity.” The words made him grin—the biggest understatement ever.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday - T-shirts

I love t-shirts. It's what I wear the most (yay for working from home) and as I get older, being comfortable becomes more and more important.

The things I look for in a t-shirt are comfort, which includes softness and a wide enough neckline that I don't feel constricted. Then comes what's on it, color, pattern, etc. So here's my top ten t-shirts list:

10 -  Making the list in the number 10 spot is an Old Navy t-shirt from 2014. I know that's when it's from because it has the year on it. It's red and has the Canadian flag on it - it was being sold for Canada day.

9 - I have two star wars t-shirts that are super soft, thin and cool for the summer. One has R2D2 on it, the other has a stormtrooper helmet.

8 - My white Coastal Magic t-shirt from last year is really soft and comfy.

7 - This is a brand new one - got it just before Christmas. It's dark red, really soft right out of the box, and says Keep Calm, Christmas is Coming on it.

6 -  I have a shirt that is purple and beige and has Santa Fe, land of enchantment on it.

5 - I have this t-shirt I bought in New Zealand. It's got a map of the southern hemisphere, with the counties only outlined, except for New Zealand which is filled in with green. Only the map is upside down from what we're used to in the northern hemisphere - the south pole is at the top. It's says New Zealand on top and Down Under on the bottom. This one is over twenty-five years old and so very comfy, but not at all threadbare.

4 - This favorite is black and it has "Tyranoseahorserex" on it - there's a dino with a tyrannosaurus upper body, including tiny arms, and a the body of a seahorse.

3 - This t-shirt is also black and has two dinosaurs on it, and one dino is saying "dude, did you just eat the last unicorn?" and the second dino is saying "no." but he has rainbow colors all over his mouth and there's a rainbow puddle and a unicorn horn on the ground in front of him.

2 - Almost my favorite but not quite inching out #1 is the t-shirt that Kiernan Kelly sent me. It's set up like a Christmas t-shirt, but instead of elves or Santa or anything, it has a pair of polar bears butt-fucking on it. I love it!

1 - My David Bowie Glass Spider Tour t-shirt. I don't wear this one anymore, it's see-through and so thin I'm sure it'll disintegrate if I wash it too many more times It is after all 33 years old. But this one has always been butter soft and is super comfortable and come on, it's David Bowie!

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Monday, January 16, 2017

Movie Monday

 I had a bit of a movie fest this past weekend. The first two are from Saturday, which fared much better than Sunday's choices.

There will be spoilers for Suicide Squad, The Huntsman, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, Jason Bourne and Tarzan, so please skip this post if you don't want any spoilers from any of those movies.

Suicide Squad

I liked this one. It was a little slow to start. It doesn't help that they tried to jam eight or so origin stories into the beginning of the movie, but once they got through that, it picked up. It was great that the strongest characters were the women - Harley Quinn, the witch and the head of the secret organization lady.

The special effects were really great -  loved the witch and her brother.

I've been watching Killing on Netflix and the guy who played the soldier in charge is in that, so it was neat seeing him in something else, playing a different character.

It's set up for more and I'll definitely watch them. And Harley Quinn was my favorite. I do love the crazy.

The Huntsman

I think there was more to the title, but let's face it, I was watching this one for the huntsman ;)

And on that front it didn't disappoint. Actually, it didn't disappoint at all. The special effects were amazing and there was some amazing visuals. I liked the story, I liked the dwarves, and yes, I liked the huntsman.

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

I haven't read the book associated with this one, but it's a good story. I managed to nod off for about ten or fifteen minutes in the first half hour or so of the show, and was able to pick it back up again no problem.

The last forty five minutes or so was honestly the best part of the movie. I did enjoy all the 'peculiarities' of the various children.

Jason Bourne

I watched this for about twenty minutes. Basically until the end of the interminable Greek riot scene. Man, that was in serious need of some editing. I have no idea if it got better after that, because I didn't stick around.


This one was actually a pretty good movie, but I spent the whole thing thinking, it doesn't matter if you beat this asshole who is enslaving everyone and making mischief and being a bastard, because another one is going to be right behind him and that guy will succeed. The real history of what happened in Africa hung over my movie-watching experience with this one making it hard for me to celebrate with the characters at the end.

The animals were beautifully done and I thought it was a decent adaptation of the source material, it just made me sad.

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My God It's Monday

Still trying to get back into the swing of things. I did get farther on my todo list today and I'm still working at it today so I think I'm making a good start and hopefully most of this week will follow because the todos are starting to pile up.

Watched a bunch of movies this weekend. I'll talk about them in a later post. I'm thinking of switching things up a little. Movie Monday, Top Ten Tuesday, Book Day Wednesday, Thankful Thursday, Random Friday, Smutterday and Sneak Peek Sunday. I don't know if I'm going to do Throwback Thursday or not. Maybe I'll make it a book thing and every Thursday feature a different book that's been out for a while.

Anybody have any requests for top ten lists? I know I'm going to run out of ideas and some Tuesdays are going to be especially uninspired, so if anyone has top ten list ideas... please share!

We're going into a warm spell. Not that it's been particularly cold. It's barely touched typical January lows, and now we have two weeks where it's going to be just barely above and below freezing. What the heck? Global warming? Oh yeah, we are definitely seeing it here.

I still have my little Christmas tree up. I don't really want to take it down - it's so cute with it's little Santa hat topper... but I should, it's dropping needles like crazy and really, Christmas is well over.

I will be getting to pulling Smutty Advent winners this week, damn it.

I'm also trying to think up what I might do for the first two weeks of February, leading up to Valentine's day... I wonder how hard it is to build a poll into blogger... Hmmm...

Okay, I should be writing. I have a book that is past due, two that are due soon, and one to get ready to submit.

I hope everyone has a productive week!

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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Smutterday - Velvet Quartet

Velvet Quartet

When his mam gets sick, Bene D’Ami’s brother Malif sells his services to two different men to earn the money they need to make her better. When both of Malif’s markers are called in at the same time, Bene must step in and fulfill one of the contracts. He arrives at the Velvet Glove an innocent who would rather still be in university with his books than at the pleasure club.

For his part, Master Dumont Westingcoat just wants to have a boy who will pleasure him and who he can whip on a regular basis. He’s shocked and somewhat dismayed when he discovers that his new boy is actually completely untried, and not the experienced lifetime sub he’s paid for. How can he continue on knowing he’s been duped?

Two men come into their lives to help build a bridge between Dumont and Bene. Tupo is a Glove submissive who is happy to serve. He comes to live with Bene and Dumont until he has taught Bene all he needs to know to be the consummate sub. Meanwhile, Dumont turns to his neighbor, fellow master, Gregori, for companionship and advice.

Can these four men become something more than two masters and two subs who must figure out how to work together? Find out in the newest addition to the Velvet Glove world.

Velvet Quartet is available at Amazon.

Smutty Excerpt:

They slipped into a room, Greg closing the door behind them. Dumont leaned against the wall, sipping at his drink and watching his fellow Dom.

“Are you the kind of man who enjoys men of strength? Friends who have needs?” Greg asked.

“Why don’t you kiss me and we’ll find out.”

Greg took another sip of his drink, then curled one hand around Dumont’s nape and drew him closer into a slow, sensuous kiss.

He opened to it, allowed Greg in, letting the man lead. For now.

The kiss was electric, shooting down his spine and settling in his balls. Greg wasn’t pushy, wasn’t aggressive, but he absolutely didn’t shy away from their connection.

Dumont slid his hand along Greg’s arm, up to his shoulder, then wrapped his hand around the back of Greg’s neck. Every touch was heavy with sensation.

They kissed one another, meeting as equals, their passion building steadily as they explored. The electricity in their touch continued, each new stroke of fingers making him feel alive inside. He’d never experienced anything like it. Oh, he’d had chemistry with lovers before, but never as strong as this.

They shifted as one, Greg leaning against him so they could meet, full-bodied. He gasped, the sensation of the heavy body on his own different, surprising, intoxicating. Delicious.


He ran his hands along Greg’s back, the silk shirt not hiding any of the shapes of his muscles and spine and they fascinated his fingers.

“Mmm. Very nice,” Greg noted softly.

He smiled against Greg’s lips.

“I’ve never made out with a man as large as you.” He’d been with many twinks, no one with muscles and strength and so much confidence.

“No?” Greg smiled. “I like to share pleasure with strong men.”

That raised so many questions, but Dumont found himself far more interested in continuing their explorations than asking them. There would be time for talking later.

He brought their mouths back together as he considered heading for the couch in the middle of the room. Greg took the glass from his hand and inclined his chin toward the couch. “Shall we?”

“Yes.” He followed Greg to the couch, smiling as the man put down their cocktails on the side table. He reached out and touched Greg’s hand, tugging him down.

“Hello, neighbor.” Greg’s smile was purely wicked. Hungry.

It made him wonder why they’d never done this before. “Hello…” Their gazes held for a long moment, and then he pushed their lips together, kissing Greg again. This time he had control of it.

Possibly because they had been busy, because he had been unhappy, because…

Greg held him, the connection solid, firm, confident. He still found that fascinating, and he leaned back a little, letting Greg hold him, keep him upright.

He ran one hand up along Greg’s stacked chest, squeezing one firm pectoral. Delicious. His cock was responding nicely to their touching and kissing, hardening right up.

Greg opened their pants, then gathered their cocks together in one hand. “This is good.”

It wasn’t a question.

“It is.” He wrapped his hand around Greg’s.

“Perfect.” They found a rhythm after a few strokes, and the pleasure made his eyes cross.

He brought their mouths back together again, wanting that lovely sensation too. They managed the kiss more easily, trading opportunities to explore, to press in. He grabbed hold of Greg’s tongue and sucked on it gently, and Greg squeezed their cocks.

He was going to come. Just from kisses and a hand job. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. He thought he liked it. A lot.

And it most definitely wasn’t boring.

He pushed into the kiss, pressed their torsos together, and enjoyed every second of their make-out session. He didn’t want to come too fast because he was getting off on this.

Greg hummed, backed off a bit and nibbled his bottom lip, then pushed back in to deepen the kiss. He liked it, and he slid his tongue along Greg’s, a full participant in the kiss. He felt a little buzzed—okay, more than a little, if he was honest.

It wasn’t the drink, though, he was pretty sure it wasn’t at least. This was a purely down to the chemistry between him and Greg.

He hadn’t met another Dominant that made him feel this way, not ever. He pressed their bodies together, enjoying the feeling of Greg’s muscles, not to mention the heavy ridge of that impressive dick.

He let go of their cocks in favor of sliding his fingers down to cup Greg’s balls.

“Oh.” Greg jumped, then chuckled.

He laughed too, cupping and rolling Greg’s testicles.

“That’s nice. I like the heat. Not too much pressure.”

Dumont chuckled. “Directing the scene, Greg?”

“Sharing information with my new lover.”

“That works. You’re my first non-sub lover.” He wasn’t used to being equals with his bedmates.

“It’s easier in ways. We can just touch and explore, no pressure.”

“Just the pressure to come.” But that was a different matter altogether.

“That’s a joy, though.” Greg cupped his ass, squeezed it.

Groaning, he pressed back into Greg’s hand. That easy strength was intoxicating, he had to admit. More than that, there was an innate respect for him as another Dom. It felt surprisingly arousing.

They pushed up against each other, and he fanned his hand out over Greg’s pec, continuing to play with Greg’s large balls with his other hand.

Greg squeezed his ass convulsively, fingertips digging in. Dumont enjoyed the sensations and the thought he might have bruises in the morning. Souvenirs. Reminders of a lovely evening.

Their kisses grew teeth, became more passionate as their touches drew them closer to orgasm. Greg was deliciously vocal, grunting and groaning, not holding anything back. He offered his own sounds in return, his body alight, Greg like a flame he couldn’t stay away from.

They shot within seconds of one another, close enough that he wasn’t sure who went first. The pleasure moved through him like waves and he rested against Greg’s ample chest.

“Mmm. That was lovely. Thank you.” Greg’s voice rumbled in the wide chest, vibrating against him.

“It was. And I should be thanking you.” He was utterly melted.

“Okay. We can thank each other. It works for me.”

He stretched, rubbing all along Greg’s body. Usually he was one to get dressed and head off after sex, but today he was finding himself loathe to leave, to end their connection.

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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Happy Humping Day!

Having a bit of a hard time keeping the positive vibes flowing, so I thought I'd try some happy humping day therapy...

Happy Humping Day to all!

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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Guest Author - LM Sommerton - Tales from The Edge series blast!

Today I have LM Sommerton visiting the blog with a series blast.

New beginnings

There’s a line in a song by rock band The Editors, “Some things should be simple; even an end has a start”, which has resonated with me recently as I come to the end of a book series. Tales from The Edge consists of eight books and four free short stories and began almost four years ago with Reaching The Edge. The main characters, Olly and Joe, have inhabited my head ever since and letting go has proved anything but simple. I wish they were real – they’d make really good friends and I think a night out with them might be an adventure!

I didn’t want to write a never-ending series where readers forget what the whole premise was about and characters become formulaic caricatures. That’s boring for the reader and the writer. But, I never imagined how involved readers would become with the fictional lives of a group of kinky, loving men who overcome their problems with the help of friendship, perseverance and a healthy dose of snark.

Whilst writing Tales from The Edge, I frequently found myself accidentally creating characters with the potential for stories of their own, so I may have to indulge in a few more short freebies when the urge takes me! In the meantime, the final book in the series sows the seed for a new set of stories I’ll also be starting this year. So the end really is a start. Thanks so much for hosting me. xx

To celebrate the final book in the series, you can enter a Rafflecopter prize draw here. Five lucky winners will receive an ebook of their choice from my back list. (Draw open Jan 10 – Jan 31 2017)

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Driven to The Edge
"So, fans of the Tales from The Edge series, buckle up. Here is the next story that you’ve been waiting for. And those new to the series, it’s never too late to start. You won’t be sorry. This is one of my favorite m/m, BDSM series. Enjoy!"  Becky Condit for USA Today.

Scorched Edges
"The characters are intelligent, spirited, and needless to say smoking hot.  Between danger and drama Scorched Edges has it all.  This series consistently gives readers smoldering, sensual, and engaging stories to enjoy.  Scorched Edges is another must read." Joyfully Reviewed.

Rough Around the Edges
"The sex…HOLY COW! I love how Harry takes charge – his Dom juju made my heart beat faster."  Inked Rainbow Reads

A Double-Edged Sword
“This pair have love, respect and honesty to help them through and ‘contract’ their new relationship. The story was real, the secondary characters important and the sex was sizzling!"  Prism Book Alliance

Dancing on the Edge
"Sensual dominance rules the day in Dancing on the Edge where desire sets the standard in tasteful erotic love play."  Joyfully Reviewed

Living on the Edge
“Living on the Edge is Yummy! This quick read is loaded with great characters, sizzling M/M sex, and engaging twists."  Jeep Diva

Reaching the Edge
“Oh, and Olly? My favorite character. God he’s just a freaking dervish. He’s like a Gremlin. Don’t feed him sugar. EVER. You’ll see.”  Mrs Condit & Friends

Series Blurb

The Edge is a training company with a difference. It’s weekend clients come for classes in bondage and domination, not team building and problem solving. The management, staff and customers of The Edge do not lead boring lives. In fact they have a habit of getting themselves into all kinds of trouble. Put dominant, possessive alpha males together with bratty, loveable submissives and sparks are bound to fly. Tales from The Edge are their stories.

Binding the Edges (Book #8 in the series)

Never let go of the one you love.

After recent traumatic events, Olly is finding it hard to get his head around what happened. While he tries to deal with a maelstrom of emotions, renovations at The Edge are in full flow, alongside preparations for tenth anniversary celebrations. Joe, his Dom, recognizes Olly’s delicate state of mind and does his best to reassure him. A trip to the New Forest with their friends, Aiden and Heath, helps the healing process.

Returning home, Olly and Aiden focus on preparations for the party. When Aiden is called away, Olly takes a walk to clear his head, keeping his eye on a brewing storm. To his horror, he discovers Mark Vickery, an old enemy, has landed on the island by boat and is out for revenge.

With Olly missing and the storm raging, Joe, Heath and Aiden set out on a rescue mission that unfolds in a way none of them expected. Can the storm wash away the past or will Olly and Joe’s future be destroyed by a twist of fate?

Excerpt from Binding the Edges

Olly tilted his head back to get a proper look at Joe’s face. Joe’s expression gave no indication of remorse or guilt, just his usual serene certainty that everything was under control. His control. He pressed a finger against Olly’s lips preventing him from forming them into a pout.

“Who knows what’s best for you, sweetheart?”

Olly ducked his head, escaping Joe’s finger. “You do, Sir.” In Olly’s mind, nothing was more certain. Joe only ever acted in Olly’s best interest, even to his own detriment. “But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“That’s for me to decide, Oliver. After everything you’ve been through recently I didn’t want you to be on your own.”

“Because you’re a psychologist and you were analyzing me?” Olly asked.

“No, because you needed a friend. I know what you’d do if you had too much time on your own to think. You’d mull over every detail of what happened and start to blame yourself, wish you’d handled things differently. Then you’d start worrying about all the what ifs with that creative imagination of yours, and end up having nightmares for weeks.”

“You know me too well, Sir.” Olly nuzzled against Joe’s chest, absorbing his warmth.

“I have better things to do with you in bed than watch you toss and turn in your sleep.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So no sulking with Aiden. He’s a good friend.”

“The best. Now I understand why he didn’t run away when I interrogated him about what he and Heath got up to last night. I think you did me a favor, Sir.”

“That grin is far too wicked. I suspect you need to be punished.” “Ooh, yes please!”

“But you have packing to finish because we need to get on the road if we’re going to make it to Hampshire in time for dinner.”

“You’re no fun, Sir.” Olly was torn between wanting to play with Joe and his curiosity about their destination. He would also get to see Carey and Alistair. Maybe some of his other friends, too. “What do you want me to take?”

Joe gave him a curious glance. The press of Joe’s fingers under his chin tilted Olly’s head back. “This isn’t like you. Usually you’d have two enormous suitcases stuffed to bursting by now. What’s going on?”

“Sorry, Sir.” Tears that seemed to come all too quickly stung Olly’s eyes.

“Hey, now. None of that.” Joe kissed away a tear. “Are you having a tough time making decisions at the moment?”

Olly nodded. He worried that if he spoke he’d have a full-on nuclear meltdown. “Well, it’s a good job you have me, isn’t it?”

Olly bobbed his head, feeling a bit like a nodding dog toy. His head felt too heavy for his neck and a wave of exhaustion washed over him. He wanted to grab a pillow, one that smelled of Joe, hug it tight and drift off to sleep.

Buy Links for Binding the Edges
Pride Publishing
Amazon US
Amazon UK 

LM lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

LM is winner of the National Leather Association’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received multiple Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards in 2015. You can track her down online here:

Pride Publishing page
Amazon Author Page 

Monday, January 9, 2017

My God It's Monday

I'm tired this morning. I've got this stupid cold that's dragging all the energy out of me. The worst of it, though, is that my eyes are always full of moisture and sometimes it's hard to see. It's very scary not being able to see, or having somewhat impaired vision and I have to admit, it's freaking me out some. I'm hoping this stage of the cold goes by quickly.

So I've been kind of absent because of the cold. Just sort of curling up and watching a bunch of TV. Started Luke Cage - I don't like it as much as I liked Jessica Jones, but I've only watched a couple of episodes, so I'm hoping it grows on me.

I'm all caught up on Falling Water, which just kept getting stranger, but I kind of love it. And I'm one episode away from being caught up on Travelers, which I'm also really enjoying. Gotta love all the sci-fi that's currently available on TV at the moment.

I have to pick all the winners still from second half of the Smutty Advent. I will get to it as soon as I have a proper brain again.

And lastly today, it's BA Tortuga's birthday! Happy Birthday to my very best friend!

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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Wednesday Book Day - Making it Work

Making it Work

Parker has been Manny to Grif and Blue’s kids ever since the twins were first born. Fourteen years later, he’s caring for five kids and Grif is now a widower. Everything is about to change again for Park and his charges, though, as Grif is marrying a man with three girls of his own and the new family is moving to a big house they’ve built just outside of Ottawa.

Rand has been with his family since fifteen-year-old Josie was little, and he now finds himself transplanted from Austin, Texas to Ottawa, Canada when his charges’ father, Mike, marries Grif. Coming to a new house in a new country with a new blended family, he’s determined to make sure that even though they’ve been uprooted, his girls still have everything they want and need.

What could go wrong?

Park and Rand’s styles as mannies couldn’t be more different, the kids all hate each other on sight, and the newlywed fathers are busy honeymooning. It seems pretty clear the whole situation is a recipe for disaster. Can everyone find their place in this brand new family, including both mannies? And will Park and Rand ever see eye to eye on anything? The answer surprises even them.

This is currently available at Amazon.

Interested in the first four books in the Mannies Incorporated series? Here they are:

Mannies Incorporated

A Family of His Own

And Manny Makes Seven

Three to Get Ready

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Sunday, January 1, 2017

Author Spotlight - Leona Windwalker

In the Author Spotlight today is Leona Windwalker, answering a baker's dozen questions and sharing her book Accused with us.

1. Accused is Sci-Fi - is that your preferred genre to write in? 

I do love a good sci fi. It's probably my favourite genre to read, followed by fantasy/paranormal themed stories, but is it my favourite to write? That's a tough question to answer. The reason is probably going to sound a bit odd. You see, my writing process is not what most would assume. First off, I don't consciously decide to write a story and then figure out the opening scene and go from there. What happens instead is the very beginning of a book suddenly whispers to me. I mean that quite literally, the exact words, dialogue and all. I have to run to go get them down. Afterwards, when I sit to write, I just open my document, reread the last several paragraphs, and then put my fingers to the keyboard. It all simply comes out, until the words run dry. I myself don't know what happens next consciously, until I've written it. Kind of the ultimate pantser method, right? So, I can't say if it is my favourite to write, because well, they actually write themselves pretty much. I can say I enjoy reading the story as it appears, though, and as sci fi is my favourite genre, I suppose writing it must be too.

2. Sunrise or sunset?

Sunset, especially over water.

3. How many Talani does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Well, if they are on a space station, it'd take one to take the report that a replacement lightbulb was needed. Then it would take a supply officer to authorize the issuing of said bulb. Then it'd take a clerk to verify a lightbulb was indeed in stock, and let Engineering know the part was available and that there was a work order for a light bulb replacement. It'd take a chief engineer to read the work order and assign a tech and a non-Talani Volunteer to go tend to the matter. Another clerk to issue the tech the light bulb. Finally, the tech would go the designated level, and check that the bulb wasn't out due to a technical fault that needed repair before installing said bulb. If it's fine to install the bulb, he has the non-Talani Volunteer hold the ladder while he replaces the bulb. So, in total, six, at minimum.

4. What's your favorite timewaster?

My opening the Sims is a sure-fire way for the entire day to disappear. That and a good anime series.

5. Black and white or all the colors of the rainbow?

Black and white.

6. How long did it take you to write your first draft of Accused?

Three months.

7. What Sci-Fi writer has influenced you the most?

Oh man... I'd have to say Heinlein, Asimov, C.J. Cherryh, David Gerrold, D.C. Fontana, Andre Norton, and Anne MacCaffrey really had a strong impact on my reading habits. Hopefully some of their mojo has instilled itself.

8. What's your writing space like?

I write primarily in two places at home. One is propped up in my bed. The second is downstairs in the living room, in my Poang with my favourite fleece blanket. Whichever of the two places I am at, I have a table next to me, with coffee, snacks, and at least one cat plus our dog with me. I'll also usually have on my headphones and be listening to music while I do my automatic writing schtick on my Macbook.

9. Is there smut in your book and do you enjoy writing it?

Haha, yes, this book gets rather kinky actually. Do I enjoy writing it? ::giggle:: yes, but I'm always shocked when I look at what I wrote in that regard. Especially this time, as I've not ever written anything near that kinky and explicit before.

10. Beach or snowy mountain top? 

Beach. Definitely the beach, and it should be a sandy one.

11. Did you make a new year's resolution this year? 

No. I never make those.

12. What is your favorite thing about Accused? 

I think what I enjoyed most about Accused is watching Matty come to grips with being thrust into an alien environment. Sure, he knew the aliens existed, but they were either on TV or at the Embassy, so sort of a vague notion of them being real in any personally meaningful way. He gets quite the rude awakening, with everything from the law to new foods, to coming to grips with alien cultures and even biological surprises he encounters.

13. Can you share a tantalizing few lines from Accused? 

I certainly can. Here you go:


Matthias Reynolds loves his life. He's starting to make it as a graphic artist at last and has a job he really likes at a local café that pays the bills. When a night out clubbing leads to an awkward morning after, he's embarrassed and more than ready to forget  all about it. When Talani Enforcers show up at the café, he doesn't know what to make of it all as he's led away in restraints.

Standing accused of crimes he struggles to understand, he finds he has an unexpected champion: the Talani warrior and war hero J'nah Quislin. J'nah knows that Matty is his. All J'nah has to do is keep Matty safe from those who engineered Matty's charges and sentencing. That, and get Matty to accept that universe always intended them to be together as one. All it requires is for Matty to return J'nah's devotion and offer his willing submission. Can Matty do it, with all that it will mean for his future?

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Author Bio:

Leona is a longtime staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense sub-genres—especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, can be found trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.

Recent head-reeling news for her included her novel Jared:Urban Wolves #1 being nominated for an Indie Award from Metamorph and placing as a finalist in the 2016 Rainbow Awards, earning an Honorable Mention. She's still suspicious that it's all been a dream, but as long as her readers are happy and she can find at least one of the missing socks, she's happy.

You’ll find her books on Amazon (universal link is, including on Kindle Unlimited. You’ll also find her on Facebook at Leona Windwalker, where you can keep up on news regarding current, new, and upcoming releases.

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