tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24642780497236165292024-03-05T13:07:55.713-05:00Sean Michael BlogsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1058125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-64378538423286670082021-05-01T01:00:00.006-04:002021-05-01T01:00:00.273-04:00Smutterday<p> It's been Jarheads week over on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/tiedupwithseanmichael" target="_blank">the Facebook Group</a> this week and I thought I'd share this freebie from about five years ago. Couldn't post it all on FB 'cause it's not exactly safe for work!</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Mentor: A Jarheads Short</b></p><p><b>By Sean Michael</b></p><p><br /></p><p>"Who is this kid again, Blue?" Rig finished ironing Dick's shirt, then grabbed Rock's. His had gone to the cleaners for a starch and was hanging. This time of year he was always attending something or congratulating somebody.</p><p><br /></p><p>Made him feel a little old, really, but that was what old dudes did. They shook hands and congratulated young kids.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Jason Peterman. You remember, the kid we caught flinging rocks at the gym windows. Hard to believe he's old enough to be graduating from college now." Rock shook his head. "Makes me feel old."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick jumped at Rock from behind, arms wrapping around his waist. "You're only as old as the one you feel, and I'm still a spring chicken."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Jason Peterman? No shit? Damn." Rig started in on the collar. "Is he the one with the brother that died? Some drug-related thing?"</p><p><br /></p><p>They all had such complicated lives, kids. So much different than when he was younger.</p><p><br /></p><p>Oh, God. He really was old.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah. And his mother had kicked him out because he was gay, and he wasn't allowed at the funeral. It was pretty ugly."</p><p><br /></p><p>"He's a good kid," Dick put in. "Thanks to you, Rock."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock grunted.</p><p><br /></p><p>His Jim was a good man. "So, what'd he get a degree in, and who's throwing the party?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Business administration, and the party's at the gym. Jane's done most of the work to set that up."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Jane and the kid's new boyfriend." Dick kissed Rock's cheek and then came over to give him a kiss, too.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Oh, ho!" Rig chuckled, shook his head. "Good for them, hmm?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Maybe." Rock took his shirt, putting it on. "The boyfriend's a vegetarian."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig chuckled. "Tofu dogs for all!"</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock shuddered. "No, I warned Jane if she wanted to keep her job there'd be real food at this thing."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Did I need to bring anything besides myself?" They could stop on the way, get tortilla chips and salsa.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Nope. That was the point of making Jane organize it. We can show up, shake the kid's hand, and come home." Rock fixed him with a look. "Shake other stuff."</p><p><br /></p><p>"You sure I'm not too old for shaking?"</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock snorted and his Pretty laughed, the kid giving him a hug. "What's all this about being old? You two are still the sexiest guys I know."</p><p><br /></p><p>"That's because you aren't old yet. You're our trophy boy."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick started laughing. "Trophy boy? Me?"</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock nodded. "Yep. Straight guys have trophy wives; we've got you."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Exactly. Me and Rock, we knew we'd need a pretty young stud to have around when we got old and hairy and flabby."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick looked his skinny ass up and down, and then did the same along Rock's studly body. "Old and hairy and flabby. Right."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yep. Your job is to make Rock look studly. Rock's job is to make me look macho." His job was to run circles around his muscle-bound Marines until one of them caught him. It was a good job.</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick laughed and pounced him. Look at that, caught already. Rock joined the hug and the three of them kissed, mouths working together.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Don't... don't wrinkle yourselves..." He licked at Rock's lips, then Dick's.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Maybe we are getting old," murmured Rock. "I don't remember wrinkles ever being a reason not to keep kissing."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Just trying to keep you..." Rock kissed him again and he forgot what they were talking about for a second.</p><p><br /></p><p>"I hate to break this up, I really do, but if we're going to be there in time to see Jason get his diploma, we're going to have to go now..."</p><p><br /></p><p>"He's so punctual."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig patted Dick's ass. "Nice ass, too."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick rubbed back against his hand and then gave a shout as Rock's hand came down, swatting his Pretty's ass.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Come on, you two. Sooner we go, sooner we're back here getting out of these fancy clothes."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Let me get my good hat." He already had on the ostrich boots, his nice silver buckle, and his best jeans.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah, you go ahead." Rock was already checking out his ass.</p><p><br /></p><p>He headed over, took out his black Stetson, and put it on. Rock whistled. Dick grinned and groped his ass. Rig rolled his eyes. Right. Right. Like he was... gropeable. Still, Dick was groping away like he really was. Then Rock's hand joined in. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Y'all..." Turkeys. They were turkey.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yep, that's us."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick chuckled at Rock's words and then his marines hustled him out of the door.</p><p><br /></p><p>***</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock watched as one kid after another walked across the stage to pick up their diplomas. Christ, they really were all so fucking young.</p><p><br /></p><p>When Jason walked across the stage, he and his men stood up and clapped and whistled, made a real big deal of it for the kid. Hell, it was a big deal. When they'd caught Jason destroying their property, he'd been on his way to juvie and likely a life of being in and out of jail. All the kid had needed was a little push, too, someone to tell him that wrong was fucking wrong and he was better than that.</p><p><br /></p><p>Kid had proved Rock right, too. He liked that.</p><p><br /></p><p>The little wisp of a thing -- kid needed to eat more than just fucking vegetables and put some meat on his bones -- who was Jason's boyfriend clapped along with them. And then that was that.</p><p><br /></p><p>They had to sit through the rest of the graduates and a couple of speeches Rock did his best not to snore through and then it was done.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock ambled over toward Jason, Rig next to him, Dick and the boyfriend in the lead. They shook hands all around -- well, the wispy vegetarian gave Jason a kiss -- and then it was Rock's turn.</p><p><br /></p><p>He gave Jason his best macho handshake, along with a wink. "You did good. Congratulations."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Thanks, man. I couldn't have done it without you guys -- you and Dick, you were always there." He could see that -- in the way the kid was built to the way Jason stood tall, unashamed.</p><p><br /></p><p>"You did us proud, and I know you'll keep doing us proud." He gave Jason's hand another squeeze. "Now it's time to party. There's a whole set-up down at the gym. Hopefully with burgers or meat filled subs or something."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Now, I heard that you loved tofu dogs..." The skinny little boyfriend was grinning like a monkey.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig coughed, trying not to laugh. Rock growled, showed his teeth.</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick put an arm around his shoulders and backed him up. "You've got to admit, the kid's got gumption."</p><p><br /></p><p>"That's one name for it." He gave the little guy a wink, though. He wasn't going to ruin Jason's big day. Besides, it was an obvious tease. </p><p><br /></p><p>"There's a ton of food, music, everything. It's going to be a great celebration." Jason's man, whose name Rock still couldn't remember, grinned. "Did you tell them your news, Jase?"</p><p><br /></p><p>Jason shook his head. "Not yet."</p><p><br /></p><p>"News?" Rock turned to Jason, poked him. "What news?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"I got into John Hopkins' med program. We're going to head out, find jobs and a place, but I got in."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig hollered for him. "Go you!"</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock laughed and clapped Jason on the back. "Hell, yes, boy. Way to go."</p><p><br /></p><p>That earned the kid a whole new round of hugs and handshakes. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Now we've got twice as much reason to celebrate." Dick hugged both Jason and his boyfriend at the same time. "That's amazing news."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah. Yeah, it is." The kid looked at him, just a little scared. "I've never lived anywhere not here, man."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Hey, you survived breaking the windows of my gym -- you can survive anything."</p><p><br /></p><p>"You think you can find me a place to work out when I move?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"You know it." Rock put his arm around Jason's shoulders and led him away from the others a step or two. "You know the number at the beach and at the gym, yeah? You just call collect if you need anything. Just because you graduated from college doesn't mean you graduated from us."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Thanks, man. I mean it. Really. You're like... you're like my heroes, Rock, you and Dick. I can't thank you enough."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock made a noise and waved. "You have a good life, Jason, that's all the thank you we need."</p><p><br /></p><p>"I will. I mean, I do. I really do."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Good." He patted Jason's back again and when the kid threw his arms around Rock's waist and hugged tight, Rock hugged him back. "Okay. It's time to go celebrate, yeah?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Hell, yeah. I told Kendall to buy the good beer."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Now there's a thank you already." He guided Jason back to where Kendall -- no wonder he couldn't remember that, it was a doll's name -- and Dick and Rig were standing.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Y'all ready?" Rig was beaming -- not at the kid, at him.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah, yeah, we're good. Let's go party."</p><p><br /></p><p>***</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick sat leaned back against the wall, Coke in hand -- he was the designated driver tonight, which meant he'd get a show as he drove home of Rock and Rig making out in the back seat. It was a great trade-off for not drinking.</p><p><br /></p><p>He grinned, enjoying watching Jason accept congratulations and hugs from all sorts of people. He knew the kid was surprised by how many people had shown up to this thing to say hey; Jason had a lot of friends through the gym.</p><p><br /></p><p>Kendall was sweet, splitting his time between staying close to Jason and making sure the party was running smoothly. He and Jane had put on a fantastic spread. There was a ton of veggie stuff, but also plenty of other food -- not even Rock could complain about a lack of meat.</p><p><br /></p><p>They'd even managed to hook a disco ball to the ceiling over a make-shift dance floor.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock and Rig were currently polishing belt buckles, as Rig would say, and it was turning him on. All these years and the two of them still did it for him. Big time. Rock's eyes were on Rig, the look still hot enough to make his mouth dry.</p><p><br /></p><p>Sexy motherfuckers.</p><p><br /></p><p>His sexy motherfuckers.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig's eyes were closed, the lines somehow making the man look more fascinating, more desirable. He wondered if Jason and Kendall would still be together when they both had lines like that, if it would make them even more in love with each other. Of course, he had to hope that some of the things that put those lines on Rig's face never happened to another gay man again -- hell, never happened to anyone, ever again. He knew, though, if he asked Rig if it had been worth it, Rig would laugh and say, "Shit, Pretty. I'd go through hell and back for y'all."</p><p><br /></p><p>Jason and Kendall started dancing and Dick looked at his watch. He thought they'd put in enough time at this party -- they had the excuse to leave that they were old guys.</p><p><br /></p><p>He straightened, left his Coke on a table and went over to his lovers.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Hey, Pretty. Is it time?" Rig always knew. Always.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah, it is." He leaned in and took a kiss from Rig, another from Rock. "Time for three-way slow dancing."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Mmm." Rig smiled, grey eyes twinkling. "That sounds perfect."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Of course it'll be perfect." Rock winked and weaved them over to Jason. "It's time for the old folks to get going."</p><p><br /></p><p>"You're not old. There's going to be quarters later."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig groaned. "Son, I am way too old for that shit."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Even I'm too old for that." Dick grinned and gave Jason and Kendall a quick hug, as did Rock. Then they were off, leaving the younger generation to keep partying.</p><p><br /></p><p>"I expect to see you all hitting the machines tomorrow, bright and early," Rock called back, teasing.</p><p><br /></p><p>There was a chorus of groans and laughter that followed them out.</p><p><br /></p><p>"So should Rig set the alarm for six a.m., big guy?" Dick danced out of the way of Rock's lazy swat.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Since when do I need an alarm?"</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick laughed and Rock tilted his head and then grinned. "I still don't want to be up at six a.m., Rabbit. Make it eight and you've got a deal."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Got a deal for what?" Rig looked confused. "I don't wake you up that early..."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Oh, okay. I just didn't want Dick's suggestion putting ideas in your head."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Hey, you told the kids they had to be here bright and early working out. I just thought you'd want to check on them personally." This time he didn't move quite fast enough to escape the swat.</p><p><br /></p><p>"You two are confusing as hell." Someone had had a couple of beers.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Just get in the car and let me drive you guys home. I'm horny."</p><p><br /></p><p>He'd bet Rock and Rig were plenty horny as well. If he was really lucky, there'd be a blow-job in the back seat for him to watch, and hear and smell.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yes, boss." Rig handed him that fancy, expensive hat before climbing into the car.</p><p><br /></p><p>Grinning, he placed the hat carefully on the passenger seat up front with him and then watched in the rear view mirror until Rock had settled in the back as well, and pulled the door closed. </p><p><br /></p><p>"Everyone ready?"</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig was already sliding closer, pressing against Rock's side. "Uh-huh."</p><p><br /></p><p>Smiling, Dick pulled out onto the road. He decided they needed to take the scenic route home along the ocean instead of the highway -- they had the time.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Open the windows, Pretty; let the wind... oh... Fuck..."</p><p><br /></p><p>He glanced back, grinning. He couldn't quite see what Rock's hands were up to, but Rock sure looked smug.</p><p><br /></p><p>"He's fun when he's tipsy." It didn't take much to get Rig tipsy.</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick chuckled. "He's fun all the time, isn't he?"</p><p><br /></p><p>"Pretty much, yeah." Rock gave him a smile and then took Rig's mouth in a nice, wet sounding kiss.</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick opened the windows, chuckling as he heard fabric groan.</p><p><br /></p><p>"...my good shirt..."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Buy you a new one," growled Rock.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Still fucking hot. Touch me." It was like the best kind of porn.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Go for the nipple ring."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock chuckled. "I won't backseat your drive if you don't front seat my fucking."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Blue... focus. I'm right here."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick and Rock laughed together and then the sounds from the back became the familiar moans and groans, wet kisses and soft shushing of skin on skin.</p><p><br /></p><p>Fuck, he loved that sound.</p><p><br /></p><p>He found a dark, quiet stretch and pulled over so he could watch, maybe tease a little, talk to Rig. He undid his seat belt and turned in the seat, groaning at the site of Rig arched up against Rock. Rig's shirt was open, hands braced on Rock's shoulders as Rock's mouth worked one of Rig's nipples. He could see the bulges in their jeans, see them rubbing together. </p><p><br /></p><p>"The two of you make me want to climb back there and rip all your clothes off, fuck you both."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig groaned, head falling back. "Anytime."</p><p><br /></p><p>"You could suck Rock while I slid into your ass."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Uh-huh." Rig was panting, hips rolling convulsively.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig did love it when he talked about what he wanted to do. Rock's eyes flashed up toward him, those big hands opening Rig's jeans.</p><p><br /></p><p>He glanced out the window to make sure they were still alone on this stretch of highway and then turned his attention back to the action in the back seat. God, he should have made sure they'd gotten home because he really wanted to join in. Of course, he could watch this and then get his later. Rig was always up for a late-night romp. Always.</p><p><br /></p><p>"You gonna suck Rock?" he asked. "Wrap your lips around that beautiful cock?"</p><p><br /></p><p>That time is was Rock who moaned, the big man focused and wanting. No one loved Rig's mouth like Rock.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig's fingers pushed into Rock's pants, tugging out the fat prick. Dick swore he could smell Rock's want.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Want you." Rig's voice was one lazy drawl.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Take it, Rig. Take him in your mouth and suck him."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock agreed. "Uh-huh." </p><p><br /></p><p>Rig slid back, knees on the floor board on the passenger side, shoulders draping over Rock's thighs.</p><p><br /></p><p>"The two of you look amazing together." He watched as Rig's lips slipped around Rock's cock.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Uh-huh."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig's back was right there, white shirt almost shining, hips moving lazily. Dick reached out, hand sliding to tug the shirt out of Rig's good jeans. One of Rock's hands landed on Rig's head, the other wrapped around Rig's ass.</p><p><br /></p><p>The car filled with the sounds of sucking and moaning, and Dick added his own groans of appreciation to the mix.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock's hand slid around, loosening Rig's belt. "Let's get him off, too, kid."</p><p><br /></p><p>He could get behind that. He got the shirt tugged up and out of the way and then reached around into Rig's jeans. He couldn't get to Rig's prick from that angle, so he changed tactics, going for the tight, fine ass instead. He squeezed and fondled it, his fingers sliding along Rig's hot crack.</p><p><br /></p><p>He heard Rig's moan, then Rock bucked. "Fuck, yeah."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick brought his hand to his mouth and sucked noisily on his fingers before pushing them back into Rig's jeans, searching for that hot little hole. Rig jerked, body arching up toward him.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah, that's it, Dick." Rock's voice was husky in the way that it got when Rig was sucking him, and Dick could see Rock's hand move, working Rig's prick.</p><p><br /></p><p>He pushed his fingers deeper into Rig's ass. Rig moved against him, that hole squeezing tight, working his fingers. Rock groaned, hips beginning to punch up into Rig. He loved the way Rock's fingers curled, holding Rig down.</p><p><br /></p><p>He shifted a little farther over, finding Rig's gland with his fingertips. Rig cried out, spine arching. So fucking hot.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you like it. I wish it was my cock inside you."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig's ass clenched again and Rock grunted hard. "Fuck, keep talking."</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick grinned a little wildly. "When we get home that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to fuck you, going to sink into this tight ass."</p><p><br /></p><p>He could feel what his words were doing to Rig.</p><p><br /></p><p>"You're so fucking tight -- it turns me on so much, makes me so hard. So do the noises you make when you suck Rock."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock grinned at him, the look wild, fucking hungry. He grinned back and then leaned awkwardly. Rock leaned up, too and their mouths met in a rough kiss. So fucking hot. Jesus, he needed them. Both.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Come on, Rig. Work your magic so I can take you home and we can all get it on."</p><p><br /></p><p>He felt Rig's laughter, all around his fingers.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Don't make me start singing Marvin Gaye now."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Oh fuck..." Rig was really starting to laugh, shoulders shaking. Man, Rock was going to beat him.</p><p><br /></p><p>He couldn't stop himself, though, and he started to warble. "I've been really trying..."</p><p><br /></p><p>Rig sat up, lips wet and swollen, all of them cracking up, the car rocking with laughter. Rock tried to glare at him, but the big guy was laughing to hard to make it work.</p><p><br /></p><p>"Jesus, y'all crack my shit up." Rig leaned into Rock, grinning wide.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rock tugged Rig close. "It's the beer."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Mmm. Take us home, Pretty. We'll finish this together, in style."</p><p><br /></p><p>"Sounds like a plan."</p><p><br /></p><p>He got himself a kiss from Rig, and then one from Rock and then he got back into his seat and started up the engine.</p><p><br /></p><p>The radio came on, the words "Let's get it on," coming from it and they all started laughing again.</p><p><br /></p><p>Dick glanced back at his lovers in the rear view mirror. He and Rock might have helped Jason change his life for the better, but Dick wouldn't change a single thing of his own.</p><p><br /></p><p>Not one thing.</p><p><br /></p><p>end</p><p><br /></p><p>Happy weekend!</p><p>Sean</p><p>smut fixes everything</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-2294186957852414802021-04-28T13:25:00.006-04:002021-04-28T13:25:36.197-04:00Book Day Wednesday<p>I recently got the rights back to the Shifter Rescue series. There were eight books in all, but every two books followed different sets of lovers, so I decided to combine each pair of stories into a mini-compilation, so there are now four in total. Same stories, just in fewer volumes.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMj4WFczgmPY2ihhH6TRN6_dVMBPqHljS5-yDpcwkjYG0JHLMVJxVm0sJAH_gyGn20wV2nR2z1XbVFYE8to8ixt_Q5NO942Fq9q67z3uvoCc7F7PajuBtr6KSmJTk3GwAaDEkyyi32DkHV/s1080/BookBrushImage-2021-4-26-12-5016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMj4WFczgmPY2ihhH6TRN6_dVMBPqHljS5-yDpcwkjYG0JHLMVJxVm0sJAH_gyGn20wV2nR2z1XbVFYE8to8ixt_Q5NO942Fq9q67z3uvoCc7F7PajuBtr6KSmJTk3GwAaDEkyyi32DkHV/s320/BookBrushImage-2021-4-26-12-5016.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><b>The books can be found here:</b></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Scales-Claws.../dp/B0921LMV2M/" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Scales and Claws</a></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Fading-Freedom.../dp/B092R862RM/" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Fading and Freedom</a></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Spirit-Soul-Shifter.../dp/B0933KW8XG/" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Spirit and Soul</a></p><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Three-Uncaged-Makes.../dp/B0933HLP4N/" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">Four Uncaged & And One Makes Four</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> (currently on pre-order, out May 4)</span></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sean</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">smut fixes everything</div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-37610977443976694722021-04-27T13:26:00.004-04:002021-04-27T13:27:21.634-04:00Top Ten Tuesday<p> Today's Top Ten list is my least favorite chores.</p><p><b>Top Ten Least Favorite Chores</b></p><p>10. Taking out the garbage. I put this at number 10 because it's the lowest on my list of least favorite, mostly because the hubby and the son do the bulk of it.</p><p>9, Folding laundry. It's just not fun and back when I did the whole family's laundry, I'd fold the kids' clothes and then find them the next day on the floor in a pile... at least it would be a neat pile?</p><p>8. Vaccuming. Especially the stairs. When he was little my son loved the vaccuum. I mean used to chase as soon as he could crawl. So once he was old enough he loved doing the vaccuming. When we bought a handheld cordless Dyson for the stairs, you'd think it was Christmas and this was a gift just for him. Man, do I miss those days.</p><p>7. Cleaning out the fridge. Why is it that something has always fallen over and leaked all over the place? Only, in the back and you didn't know and now it's hard and sticky or totally dried on... </p><p>6. Picking up the dog poop. It's my job when walking the dog and it's not the worst thing in the world (sure it better than accidentally stepping in some that wasn't picked up) but there are days when you just can't get away from the smell until you get home and toss it.</p><p>5. Cleaning the oven. At least now they're mostly self-clean, but you still have to get down in and there and wipe it out, plus scrub the really burnt in bits.</p><p>4. Washing windows. Just no thanks. I can never get them not streaky.</p><p>3. Drying Dishes. I don't mind washing them, but I hate drying them. I'll fill the rack, let them airdry, empty the rack and wash the rest if I have to in order to avoid actually drying.</p><p>2. Washing the bathtub. Bending over or hands and knees and scrubbing? Yuck.</p><p>1. Ironing. I hate ironing so much that I just don't do it anymore. Almost all my stuff doesn't need to be ironed anyway, and if it does, I just hang it up so the wrinkles sort of come out of it.</p><p>Have a non-chore day!</p><p>Sean</p><p>smut fixes everything</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-58286064738862542122021-04-26T10:18:00.000-04:002021-04-26T10:18:11.219-04:00Movie Monday<p> It was a bad movie weekend - not intentionally, that's just how it turned out to be!</p><p>Firstly, rented the new Mortal Kombat movie and sat to watch, hoping that it would be even better than the one I saw in the 90s. Now, the movie from the 90s was not a good movie by any means but it was fun. The music was great, it moved fairly quickly and the fighting was well choreographed - martial arts is like a dance. Well, I was sorely disappointed. This wasn't the worst movie in the world by any means (one of the other ones I saw this weekend might qualify as in the running for that) but it moved slowly, most of the fighting was a mess - just brute force and gross ways to die. It was missing an exciting score... it had none of the charm of the earlier movie. Save your money and watch this one when it's available for free on your streaming services.</p><p>Next up was The 2nd. It's a bodyguard movie according to the blurb and I love me a good bodyguard movie. Oh boy. This was bad from the start. I would say the acting was bad, but I'm not sure that was the actors' fault as the dialog was so terrible. The long opening scene really had nothing to do with the rest of the movie. And at one point, hubby leaned over and said, who is the main bad guy and what side is it he wants the judge to come down on? I can't recomment this movie at all, even if you love bodyguard movies. If you're craving a bodyguard movie, go watch the Hitman's Bodyguard instead</p><p>Then we tried Jiujitsu. Now, this one has Nicholas Cage in it and I usually watch a movie despite the fact that he's in it. Most of the time I don't care for him though I will say there are some movies I have seen where the movie is good and I've totally enjoyed him in it (The Sorceror's Apprentice and Gone in 60 Seconds both come to mind) This however was not one of those movies. Nick Cage was probably the best thing in it (which given the above does not make it a good thing!). This one was one random fight scene after another - the venue and players changing from scene to scene. They couldn't seem to keep to their own rules and it was some huge revelation that maybe if they killed the big bad during the times he was healing, they could stop the cycle of him showing up and killing everything every six years... they'd been doing this for a very long time but are only figuring that out now? Right. At one point as the characters are wandering aimlessly through the landscape once again, I couldn't help but wonder how these movies get made? Did they have a good script and the editing or directing killed it? Did they have a shit script to start with? Who looked at this and thought "yeah, that's where I want to put my money"? Maybe they needed a loss for their taxes. </p><p>So as we were on a roll, we scrolled through what was available and Planet Terror showed up. This is a Grindhouse movie - so I knew to expect lots of boobs and lots of gore. But we were on a terrible movie roll and weren't even trying for something good anymore. Would you believe this one was the best of the bunch? Silly premise, absoutely. Mas scientist who literally keeps the balls of his enemy in a jar? Yep. Hero who rides one of those tiny motorcyles to lead the convoy out of town and looks ridiculous but plays it like it's a flaming chariot coming to save the day? Oh yeah. Chick who loses her leg and boyfriend eventually replaces it with a machine gun which she uses to save the day on multiple occasions? Absolutely. The thing I liked the least about this was Quentin Tarantino's cameo. I am not a fan and his three minute stint in this did not improve my opinion in any way. However, the movie was so over the top and ridiculous and all the actors were hamming their rolls up to high heaven, and I found myself laughing through a great deal of it. And in the end, two of the main heroes were women, with the two women being the only ones of the three that survived the whole thing.</p><p>So that was my weekend movie viewing experienced in a nutshell. Lately I have been doing way better with episodic tv than with movies...</p><p>Have a great week!</p><p>Sean</p><p>smut fixes everything</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-58813875963833630102020-11-22T00:30:00.009-05:002020-11-22T00:30:02.711-05:00Sneak Peek Sunday I'm giving a sneak peek today of my Hammer Auction book for this year. I sat down to begin writing and who turned up to be a part of it but Xavier, the man who runs the club. I have had lots of requests over the years for his story, but he's been stubborn and I didn't even know what his story was. So I was thrilled to learn more about him and to share it with you.<div><br /></div><div><b>Treasured</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div>It’s that time of year again and the Hammer Club Christmas Auction is in full swing, the holidays ready to work their magic.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVebG_CrnQwj_K3IDot17Bf9WftSVsl1kbUoY_-iwU4o536GnCYIQ4-2elt636ZxcVmeePij5Fk0SaMJA_M4edyGOlVWSEK3kmz0ZSUnxWOaoej6ODQsQoyE3w_1iaORoLN5wtBlyh-Opg/s2048/treasured.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVebG_CrnQwj_K3IDot17Bf9WftSVsl1kbUoY_-iwU4o536GnCYIQ4-2elt636ZxcVmeePij5Fk0SaMJA_M4edyGOlVWSEK3kmz0ZSUnxWOaoej6ODQsQoyE3w_1iaORoLN5wtBlyh-Opg/s320/treasured.jpg" /></a></div><br />Fifteen years ago Xavier watched his one true love walk away, unable to follow the man on his need for adventure. In those years, Xavier has made a life for himself as manager of the Hammer Club. He has friends, he has purpose, he has joy and happiness. What he’s never had is a lover, his heart still taken.</div><div><br /></div><div>This year, as he watches the auction, keeping everything flowing smoothly, he’s happy for all the couples, new and established, who are coming together and raising money for charity. The last thing he expects is for Marcus to announce a name he hasn’t heard in fifteen years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tyr didn’t want to leave Xavier behind all those years ago, but he knew if he settled down instead of going, he’d always wonder what if. Now that he’s back for the one thing missing from his life, will he be able to convince Xavier that this is real and not just the magic of Christmas?</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>pre-order links</b>:</div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08NXT6T31/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/treasured-22" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Excerpt</b>:</div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Marcus and Billy were having a ball, running the
holiday auction, with Jim and Tanny playing fluffer in the back of the house.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Xavier watched the money roll in, the subs and
Doms pair up, and he couldn’t help his smile. So many great memories from the
last fifteen years he’d been here.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So much magic.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So much fun.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Drew, one of his waiters, came up with a platter
of food. “Are you hungry, Sir?” The boy was flirting with him outrageously.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m not, boy. Thank you. You might see if Tanny
or Jim are though.” He was ready for his vacation.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Drew looked disappointed that he hadn’t gotten
the response he’d been hoping for, but he moved on, taking his tray of food
toward the back where Jim and Tanny were working.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We have someone new on stage tonight,” Marcus
said from his spot at the corner of the stage, looking at his notes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh, this was always fun. Always. Some pretty
little twink finding a night of fun. And sometimes their special someone. The
magic of Christmas.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Ready to whisk the lucky winner away for a
dinner at the very romantic Blue Skies restaurant, this is Tyr.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Xavier frowned and glanced over at the stage. He
didn’t know a Tyr, or he hadn’t in a long time.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The man who came out was no shy twink. No, this
guy was a stud. Wearing only a tight pair of beat-up jeans, this man was tall
and blond and boasting a magnificent chest and gun-show arms.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Xavier stood up, utterly shocked. “Tyr?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">No. No, that was his lover. His. He hadn’t seen
the man in fifteen years, but that didn’t make it any less true.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Is there an opening bid?” Marcus asked.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“He’s not for sale.” Xavier’s voice rang out
through the club.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dead silence fell over the club, and everyone’s
head swiveled to stare at him, mouths dropped open. Not Tyr’s though. No that
fine fucking son of a bitch was grinning like a loon.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was Marcus who finally broke the stunned
silence. “Xavier?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I said, he’s not for sale.” Xavier held Marcus’s
gaze, and he didn’t back off it. There was no way he was playing a game, not
with Tyr close enough to see.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Marcus nodded. “Very well. Sorry, ladies and
gentlemen, we’ll be moving on to the next auction item. This is Brandon, a boy
looking for a Dom for the night. It’s his first time…”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Marcus’s words faded for Xavier as Tyr jumped
off the stage and headed toward him.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He watched every step, admiring the sight of the
man that he had thought was his Mr. Right. He’d been wrong, but still—</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tyr was here. In his club. His. Club. There was
no way that was a coincidence.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Tyr came to stand in front of him, and Xavier nodded.
“Beer?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“This first.” Tyr grabbed the hair at the back
of his head and tilted him, then took a kiss that Xavier felt down to his
bones. Hard and slow. Time stopped.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-73278991969461346942020-11-21T08:29:00.000-05:002020-11-21T08:29:43.476-05:00Smutterday<p> Here's a smutty excerpt of Taking the Knot!</p><p><b>Taking the Knot</b></p><p>Can a very human man find satisfaction with a demon?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKDg-abE3zDu4It-1m5RDa2ACWrE80aTSCTv8M6kjYqcR8pHh0Oj3RPr5ttjpOFVCRtT3foYJon883wRlbbHy_0h1vxPeP0TH1i8nvjiumq-Hdp3QxGwkIslrDGzC8BocfdLYupjP6ILo/s2048/Taking-the-Knot-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1363" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKDg-abE3zDu4It-1m5RDa2ACWrE80aTSCTv8M6kjYqcR8pHh0Oj3RPr5ttjpOFVCRtT3foYJon883wRlbbHy_0h1vxPeP0TH1i8nvjiumq-Hdp3QxGwkIslrDGzC8BocfdLYupjP6ILo/s320/Taking-the-Knot-Kindle.jpg" /></a></div><br />Matt is a big guy, tall, broad and muscular; he’s a man you assume is a top. Matt has desires, though, needs that he keeps hidden until the day when he sees his friend Don naked in the gym’s changing room. Don’s a big guy like him, and he’s wearing some very sexy, very intimate jewelry in places Matt has never even imagined possible and he’s… intrigued. <p></p><p>Don invites Matt to the club where he met his Master and while Matt can’t quite believe he’s doing it, he goes along. When he arrives at the club, it’s one surprise after another, but the enormous man he meets there, who just might be more than human, gives Matt more than he’s ever dreamed of, or admitted to wanting. </p><p>Blaze has been searching for his one special human, the one who can be his partner and return to the underworld with him. When he sees Matt, he recognizes the stud immediately for the one he’s been waiting for. Now he just needs to convince Matt.</p><p>Will Matt and Blaze find happiness together being their true selves? Find out in this intense, hot as the hinges of hell romp.</p><div><b>Taking the Knot is available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Taking-Knot-Giving-Place-Book-ebook/dp/B08MB5R163/" target="_blank">Amazon and Kindle Unlimited</a>.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Smutty Excerpt:</b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He leans over me and grinds his massive girth
into me. “You want me and you know it. As I said, you suck me off, and I’ll
make sure you come too. In fact, I’m betting you come <i>from</i> sucking me
off.” He laughs softly, the sound wicked. “If you do, I’ll keep you.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Keep me? What the fuck does that mean? I’m not
sure I like the sound of that. But he pulls away his meager covering, and the
club at his middle comes pushing out toward me. My mouth waters.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Now, every man likes to get sucked, but not
every guy likes sucking. Too bad for them, I say, because if you like giving as
much as you like getting, you’re going to be happy no matter who’s got whose
mouth around whose cock.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I like sucking—in fact I love sucking—and this
monster in front of me looks like the most delicious challenge.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, you are a little cockslut, aren’t you? That
will make things so much easier.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">A shiver goes through me at the word cockslut.
Some might see it as an insult, but I don’t. It’s exactly what I am when I’m in
the mood to suck.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Bring that up here,” I tell him in a moment of
bravado.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Good boy.” He crawls up my body, the tip
surprisingly sharp, the slit wet. I open up, the touch making my eyes go wide.
Tingles. He must have put something on his prick. “Don’t stop now.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He rises up on his knees and uses a hand to
slide his cock along my lips, coating them, and they immediately begin
tingling. It’s like sparkles inside my skin.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Fuck yes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I close my eyes and go to town, my head bobbing,
the corners of my mouth stretching wide. It’s going to take me a while to get
this whole thing in my mouth—I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to, but I
sure as hell am going to try.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I grab the base of his cock, pulling off in
shock at what I feel. There’s a…a…swelling? A knot?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Shh. Suck. Suck, boy. You want it.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He’s right—I do. I guess if he’s not worried
about it, I don’t have to be. I tongue his slit, and he groans for me, jerking
to push the head in a little deeper. I love that I’ve affected him, and it
encourages me to keep going, to show him what I can do. I slap the shaft with
my tongue, working the ridges, swallowing as pre-come splashes in my mouth.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">It tingles all the way down, like it’s
carbonated, only better.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">God, what does he slick on his prick?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I pull back, focusing on the head alone, pulling
hard and fast. More drops slide from it, and each one is like the last, only
stronger tasting, with even more tingles. I could learn to crave this
sensation.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">My cock begins to leak, to drip in my jeans.
Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on from sucking dick.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I roll my tongue around his head, feeling all
the little bumps and ridges, loving how they feel. I reach down and feel that
knot again, fascinated by how it fills my hands.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’m too close to actually see it, so I try to
imagine what it looks like based on what I feel. It’s a knot of some sort—it
has to be, even though that makes no sense. It’s sensitive, though. He moans
and more drops of pre-come fall on my tongue every time I touch it, so I start
squeezing and rolling it with my fingers, letting myself imagine it in my hole.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I shudder as I imagine him going in all the way,
then sinking that much deeper as he pushes this knot in, stretching the
entrance of my hole so fucking wide.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Whimpering, I suck harder.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I want to jack myself off, but my fingers are
fascinated by the heavy bulge, the response when I squeeze it. He begins to
rock but keeps it fairly gentle—I think because he’s enjoying what I’m doing to
that knot. Still, I love being forced to take more in and sucking hard to try
to keep it in when he rocks back out again.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">Sean</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">smut fixes everything</p></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-26357607635559413762020-10-27T00:30:00.048-04:002020-10-27T00:30:07.442-04:00Top Ten Tuesday<p> Last week I did fiction shows, so I thought this week I'd do reality shows. Top Ten Reality Shows I have recently watched. Again, these are in no particular order.</p><p><b>Top Ten Reality Shows</b></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>The Big Flower Fight - like the Great British Baking Show, this takes place in England, in a tent. It involves teams who create all sorts of different topiaries and things using flowers/trees/etc. It was suprisingly charming.</li><li>Blown Away - a competition for glassblowers. It was amazing to see the different things these people could make out of glass. I have taken a few beginner classes where you make a single thing - very basic stuff, so I knew how damn hard all this stuff was. </li><li>The Circle - This one is a social media experiment, where they take nine different people, put them in individual apartments in a building and let them communicate only by social media. Some put themselves out there for real, others are catfishing, and they vote people out and eventually vote for a winner. I wasn't sure what I expected, but I did think it would be fairly... nasty? but it was surprisingly interesting and even the folks who were pretending to be people they weren't were interesting and not scummy. </li><li>The Floor is Lava - I remember my kids playing this game when they were little - jumping from piece of furniture to furniture because 'the floor was lava'. It works pretty well as a game show.</li><li>Nailed It - I watch this in fits and starts and there's almost always new episodes I haven't seen when I feel like watching it again. The baked results are usually hilarious and the host manages to make everything funnier.</li><li> Big Brother - I still find this show fascinating and was pleased there was a new season. It totally makes sense that you can do it if you isolate everyone for two weeks first and test them multiple times. </li><li>Ru Paul's Drag Race - I'd never watched it before so I've mainlined all 11 seasons. </li><li>Tough as Nails - A competition for blue collar workers to see who is toughest. The guy I was rooting for won, which is always nice. But my favorite to watch was an older woman who lasted well into the middle of the competition. She was defintely tough as nails.</li><li>The Amazing Race - it's back for another season - they obviously made this one last year and once Covid hit decided to wati to air it until this fall when they knew they might have a lack of new shows to air.</li><li>Halloween Baking Championship - I like most of the food network cooking competitions, but this one is on currently so it's why it's the one listed. </li></ol><p>I like watching the reality shows especially when I need something that doesn't take a lot of concentration and isn't intense. Like after watching an episode of Bly Manor - one of the above shows will immediately take the creeps out of me. Also, a lot of them are fascinating studies in human behavior.</p><p>Have a great Tuesday!</p><p>Sean</p><p>smut fixes everything </p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-62257781652893607922020-10-24T00:30:00.010-04:002020-10-24T00:30:00.756-04:00Smutterday - Haunted, a Hammer story<p> As promised - here's a smutty excerpt for Haunted - coming October 27!</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLX8nwWDuNuOY8j34hyphenhyphenK9EMPL3KXqvlPpfxM8mQgVA4Kx4WOn-sc3jN2fPGKvfHbRYzAKKGoMTTRwcs_q5odBwhgy_8ELHOuujXyMalDSq0XbbMHSycvseo7PwGGZq7MVoJRvsQr2W6fj/s2048/haunted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLX8nwWDuNuOY8j34hyphenhyphenK9EMPL3KXqvlPpfxM8mQgVA4Kx4WOn-sc3jN2fPGKvfHbRYzAKKGoMTTRwcs_q5odBwhgy_8ELHOuujXyMalDSq0XbbMHSycvseo7PwGGZq7MVoJRvsQr2W6fj/s320/haunted.jpg" /></a></div>Will Halloween bring a trick or a treat for two lonely men?<p></p><p>Rusty’s had a hard time of it. Six months ago he walked in on his master with another man in their bed and left with little more than the clothes he was wearing and his laptop. Since then he’s been staying with Marcus and Jim, working and saving up for a place of his own. When Halloween rolls around, he’s not feeling the spirit of the holiday, but Jim and Tanny convince to come to the club with them.</p><p>Master Karl loves coming to the Hammer’s Halloween party as it marks the end of his work year. A designer and builder of haunted houses, he spends most of the year on the road for business with November and December as his time off. </p><p>Marcus and Billy invite Karl to join their table at the Halloween party and he’s attracted to Rusty immediately. When sharing a meal leads to a dance which leads to Rusty going home with Karl, it could be the start of something special for both men. Can some Halloween magic bring Karl and Rusty the happy endings they deserve?</p><div>Pre-order links:<br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Haunted-Hammer-Club-Book-43-ebook/dp/B08L6VX68J/" target="_blank">Amazon</a><br /><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/haunted-193" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Smutty Excerpt</b>:</div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Karl hadn’t gone to the Hammer Halloween Night
expecting to go home with anyone. He’d wanted to spend Halloween with people
rather than on his own. He’d never expected to come home with a treat, but
that’s exactly what had happened. Lucky him.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He opened the door to his penthouse apartment
and ushered Rusty in.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The sweet man was pale and lovely, with dark red
hair and sherry-colored eyes, and a need that called to him. And as Rusty went
in ahead of him, he noted that that sweet ass was round and pert.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh, he would like to get his hands on that. In
fact, he ached with need.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He left the door open. “Before we go any
farther, I need to know your safeword.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I use yellow and red, Sir.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yellow and red. Perfect.” Nice and easy to
remember. There wouldn’t be any question.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I—I haven’t done a scene in a while.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Would you prefer to simply make love tonight?”
While a scene would be lovely, so would being simple—making each other feel
good and come. If they were as compatible as he believed they were, there would
be plenty of time for scenes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I don’t know. I wasn’t— I wasn’t planning on
this.” Rusty looked at him, expression unsure and a touch lost.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Neither was I—what a wonderful surprise for
both of us.” He closed the door and locked it, then turned back to Rusty and
took charge. Cupping Rusty’s cheeks, he brought their lips together for their
second kiss. The first had been delightful, this one even more so.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rusty relaxed, obviously eager for the lead, for
the attention, for him. He slid his tongue across Rusty’s lips, asking for
entrance. Rusty opened for him, letting him in, and when he found the piercing
in the boy’s tongue, he groaned.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">What a delightful surprise. He slid his tongue
across it, flicking it back and forth.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rusty played back, teasing him, the touches
maddening and wonderful.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Karl smiled into the kiss, sliding his tongue
along the roof of Rusty’s mouth. One warm hand snaked around his waist, holding
him.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That made him hum and he pressed closer. Rusty
felt good against him. Small and compact, but solid, firm—Rusty was a little
hard body under all those oversized clothes.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Groaning, he slid his hand from the top of
Rusty’s back all the way down to his ass. He loved how Rusty rolled back
toward his hand, rocked right into his touch. Humming, Karl pulled Rusty back
to him so their bodies rubbed. Oh, that felt nice. Good.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Pretty baby,” he murmured, then dove back in,
kissing Rusty hard enough to bend him backward.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh, he liked this boy. He liked Rusty a lot. A
whole lot.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He wanted to see what was under that shirt. He
wanted to know if Rusty was smooth or fuzzy, if there were more piercings.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Come to my bedroom.” He took Rusty’s hand and
led him down the hall.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rusty didn’t hesitate at all. He followed next
to him, pressed close beside him. Rusty fit, like there was a space next to
him, made for him to hold this boy.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">God, he was losing his damn mind. He wasn’t the
love–at-first-sight type.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Still, here he was. And here was Rusty. He led
the way to his bedroom, eager to get to know Rusty so much better.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You have a lovely bedroom.” Rusty chuckled
softly. “I was almost expecting a bed made from bones.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Wouldn’t that be fun? One day, I’ll build my
dream home and I’ll keep that possibility in mind.” He chuckled and turned
Rusty to him. He wanted another kiss. He wanted much more.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Hello, Master Karl.” Rusty stepped right into
the curve of his body.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Mmm. Hello, Rusty.” Bending, he took his kiss,
letting his eyes close as their lips moved together.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Hello, boy.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rusty melted against him, one soft moan after
another pushing into his kiss. He cupped Rusty’s face, turning his head
slightly to deepen the kisses, to make them more. Their tongues battled,
sliding against each other. That piercing was exciting, giving everything a new
twist.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was like a secret, like a little whisper just
for him. He let his hands wander now, sliding over Rusty’s shoulders first,
then down to the hard little hidden, pierced nipples.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Score! More piercings. How exciting. He stroked
gently, feeling the metal through Rusty’s shirt. He loved the way the boy’s
breath hitched, proving how the touch affected him.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He found the bottom of Rusty’s shirt, eager to
touch skin.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The huge shirt came up and off easily, exposing
a hairless chest, the dark ink of a set of spiky roses covering the pecs, sweet
nipples pierced with rings.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Pretty baby.” He traced the tattoos, sliding his
fingers on the warm skin.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Oh. Thank you.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He didn’t think Rusty had heard praise in a
while.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He took one of the little rings between his
fingers and tugged on it, and Rusty went up on tiptoe. Gasped.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oh yeah. He did the same thing to Rusty’s other
nipple, the metal hot between his fingertips.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He loved the low little needy cry.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“These are a treasure, boy.” It seemed
everything about Rusty was a treasure.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Thank you. They feel so good, you know?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He loved Rusty’s easy acceptance of his needs—his
awareness of what the piercings brought him. “They look good too.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Thank you. I—I’m glad you think so.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He went in for another kiss, his fingers
remaining fascinated by the piercings. He touched them and played with them and
tugged them, giving Rusty different sensations.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Every touch made Rusty’s eyes cross. Sweet baby.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Forget compliments, he thought it had been a
while since Rusty had been touched like this. “Has it been long?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Since I had a master or a lover?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He considered for a moment, then decided he
wanted to know. “Both.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Six months ago, I found my master was sleeping
with another man, so I understood why he hadn’t wanted me for a year.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Oh. Rusty, I’m sorry. That is harsh.” He gave
the boy a hug.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I left. I had my shoes and my wallet and phone.
I don’t know what I did wrong. Even now.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“How awful. Has he never tried to get in touch
with you? Apologize? Explain? Make sure you had the rest of your things?” The
man sounded like a real asshole.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No. I called Tanny. They came to get me.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I’m so glad you had friends to help you.
That’s… the lowest. In the end, you’re better off without him.” Karl firmly
believed that. If people didn’t treat you right, they didn’t deserve you.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I just hope whatever I did, I don’t do again.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You’re assuming it was something you did. It
takes two to tango, and clearly, he did something wrong. Very wrong.” Sweet
baby boy. No one needed that sort of mindfuck.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And now he was going to make Rusty feel good and
forget that asshole. He brought their mouths back together again, sliding his
tongue in to play with that sweet little piercing.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Who could let this gorgeous man just walk away?
Somebody stupid.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The thought amused him, and he smiled into the
kisses. He wasn’t stupid, he could see the potential in Rusty, could taste the
need.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rusty rubbed against him, body hard, wanton, and
needing. Rusty didn’t need a scene right now, he needed to be loved on and that
was what Karl was going to do.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He was going to adore this boy, prove to him
that he was worth something.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He stroked Rusty’s shoulders, wanting to leave
tingles and need in the wake of his touches.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Feels good. You have great hands.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Thank you.” He let said hands drift down to
Rusty’s waist, playing with the waistband on his jeans and teasing them both.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Rusty sucked in, his belly drawing in tight. He
played with Rusty’s abs for a moment, enjoying the feeling of them beneath his
fingertips. Sexy boy.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He teased, letting his thumb drop down to stroke
the sweet cock through Rusty’s jeans. He couldn’t wait to feel it skin against
skin. He popped the top button open and teased the zipper down as slowly as he
could. “Do you have more piercings, boy?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yes, Sir.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He groaned right then and there, without even
seeing them. He pulled Rusty’s jeans open to the sides, then tugged them down,
eager to discover Rusty’s jewelry.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-61853802179633710702020-10-22T00:30:00.025-04:002020-10-22T00:30:01.425-04:00Throwback Thursday<div style="text-align: left;">Today on Throwback Thursday are Need and Chosen. Need was my first vampire romance and Chosen was the follow-up. They are currently on sale for 99cents for Halloween month.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeN0E4Id-TWL7yqcLj-xrqWlo9Lg3g_luz1CwqTPyH9CICnoaAqJ10y15s90Sd51pE-2im595ixZrWDHzIWFa6qTOEE1eFSSNqYQnenYUHadWMuU-pm1SxYBvrqloiqy1UXhgJvm932WYa/s765/Need510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="510" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeN0E4Id-TWL7yqcLj-xrqWlo9Lg3g_luz1CwqTPyH9CICnoaAqJ10y15s90Sd51pE-2im595ixZrWDHzIWFa6qTOEE1eFSSNqYQnenYUHadWMuU-pm1SxYBvrqloiqy1UXhgJvm932WYa/s320/Need510.jpg" /></a></div>When Bast picks up Trick, a street hustler with few prospects, Trick is prepared to play along, to have some fun. He figures he’s got a good thing going with free room and board, so why rock the boat? What he’s not prepared for is falling in love. Good thing for him the obsession is shared on both sides, Bast falling for him just as quickly, needing him just as much as Trick needs Bast.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Trouble waits just around the corner for them, though. Bast is far older than Trick can even imagine, and has another lust that’s just as pressing as his love for Trick. Trick thinks it’s all fun and games for a while, but he learns soon enough that certain things about Bast’s life are deadly serious. And deadly.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Will Bast’s vampire nature drive them apart? Or can Trick accept that need takes all forms, and give himself to Bast completely? Find out in the Sean Michael Classic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Only 99 cents at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Need-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B01N5RH0MB/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> (also available on KU)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEQsGuSf5fUABoTf43P72dhvnaAXEsdUckKHUpqbhb0xsjFlaSAnuEx98TM1f_keQeWIpJyOQbFn22DMlVIZBRYABDc7ZeTEfoK9_l7LqUqoTkTePJQN06wVbmlOWw6MbjJuUxepAG84u/s765/Chosen510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="510" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEQsGuSf5fUABoTf43P72dhvnaAXEsdUckKHUpqbhb0xsjFlaSAnuEx98TM1f_keQeWIpJyOQbFn22DMlVIZBRYABDc7ZeTEfoK9_l7LqUqoTkTePJQN06wVbmlOWw6MbjJuUxepAG84u/s320/Chosen510.jpg" /></a></div>Vampire Bast and his lover Trick are still alive, or not, and kicking in this sequel to Need!<br /> <br />Still
very human Trick is dealing with the difficulty of having a lover who
can't go out in the sun, Bast is trying to accept the changes the world
throws at him, and they're both working on understanding the bond
between them.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Trick has asked Bast to feed on him alone, and
while that's easy enough for Bast because of his deep love for Trick, it
causes all sorts of complications. Their friends don't really
understand what happens when Bast feeds on Trick, worried that Bast will
somehow do his lover harm. Trick figures they're just jealous because
he has Bast and they don't, but it could cause serious problems for the
pair when their old crowd starts threatening to take Trick away.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To
make matters worse, Trick knows he's not getting any younger, and he's
starting to worry that he won't be able to keep Bast happy, or fed, for
the rest of his life.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can Trick and Bast settle the problems that
seem to follow them? Or will they fold under the pressure of being a
vampire and his Chosen? Find out in this Sean Michael Classic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Currently only 99 cents on<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chosen-Need-Book-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B01MUCTY5Q/" target="_blank"> Amazon</a> (also available on KU)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's almost Friday!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sean</div><div style="text-align: left;">smut fixes everything</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-34201442248440307722020-10-21T00:30:00.046-04:002020-10-21T00:30:04.539-04:00Book Day Wednesday - Haunted<p>So a little background to this latest Hammer Club book. I actually started this last year. I wanted to do a Halloween story and I thought it would be fun to make it a Hammer book as there hadn't been a new one of those in a while. Well, I start the book and Rusty, a new character, steps up to the plate. That should have been my first clue that this wasn't going to be a light short story. Then Karl, a man who creates haunted houses for clients around the country, claims Rusty. Okay, I think, instead of a 5000 word short story, maybe this will be a 10000-15000 shorter novella. Yeah, once I'd hit 12000 words and had plenty of story left to tell, I knew that this was not going to make it out for Halloween. So I put it aside to work on for next Halloween and informed the men in my head that I needed a short story and one of the existing pairs had to star in it so that I could make sure it stayed short. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Trick-Treat-Hammer-Short-Club-ebook/dp/B07YLSGKK4/" target="_blank">Trick or Treat</a> featuring Jim and Marcus happened and that's the Halloween story I put out last year. Then I went back to writing Rusty and Karl's story and tada - I bring you Haunted for Halloween this year.</p><p>It's currently up for pre-order (see links below) and will be out on October 27. It will go to KU on Friday October 30 at midnight.</p><p>There's an excerpt below - look for a smutty one on Saturday.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9VtdsAkbV7mGj66HDjCTSfNiT4mOBWy6NNR4O-8sueiXm5iFVn8CP4MZUUYadIMkB_3Gd1zIi4QRvxgivQJrGgxi7k-sH6BBkp01sf6ipUKIcC3Q617lMUHBqCuknAniNAsKf_jV1Ajj/s2048/haunted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9VtdsAkbV7mGj66HDjCTSfNiT4mOBWy6NNR4O-8sueiXm5iFVn8CP4MZUUYadIMkB_3Gd1zIi4QRvxgivQJrGgxi7k-sH6BBkp01sf6ipUKIcC3Q617lMUHBqCuknAniNAsKf_jV1Ajj/s320/haunted.jpg" /></a></div><br />Will Halloween bring a trick or a treat for two lonely men?<p></p><p>Rusty’s had a hard time of it. Six months ago he walked in on his master with another man in their bed and left with little more than the clothes he was wearing and his laptop. Since then he’s been staying with Marcus and Jim, working and saving up for a place of his own. When Halloween rolls around, he’s not feeling the spirit of the holiday, but Jim and Tanny convince to come to the club with them.</p><p>Master Karl loves coming to the Hammer’s Halloween party as it marks the end of his work year. A designer and builder of haunted houses, he spends most of the year on the road for business with November and December as his time off. </p><p>Marcus and Billy invite Karl to join their table at the Halloween party and he’s attracted to Rusty immediately. When sharing a meal leads to a dance which leads to Rusty going home with Karl, it could be the start of something special for both men. Can some Halloween magic bring Karl and Rusty the happy endings they deserve?</p><div style="text-align: left;">Pre-order links:<br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Haunted-Hammer-Club-Book-43-ebook/dp/B08L6VX68J/" target="_blank">Amazon</a><br /><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/haunted-193" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Excerpt</b>:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>“I don’t want to go, y’all.” Rusty looked at Jim and Tanny, shaking his head. “Please.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Honey, it’s a party. Nothing scary. No one will mess with you.” Jim patted his hand. “I don’t want you to be alone all night.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Rusty had run away from home six months ago, hiding out at friends’ houses while he tried to figure out what to do. He’d caught his lover in bed with another man, and he just…panicked. He’d run and now…</div><div><br /></div><div>Now he was alone and scared, but he had a steady gig making corsets with Master Gage; he had a car. He was saving for an apartment.</div><div><br /></div><div>He was making it on his own.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Come on, boys. We’re late enough to make a very fashionable entrance.” Master Marcus—Jim’s Master—came around the corner and whistled. “Baby, you look good enough to eat.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Jim was dressed like a Beatnik, complete with a little red goatee, gorgeous curls slicked back and pulled into a tight braid. “Thank you, Master. Is Master Billy meeting us here?”</div><div><br /></div><div>Tanny, on the other hand, was dressed like a llama—not sexy but unbearably cute.</div><div><br /></div><div>“The llama Master will be meeting us at the club. You look adorable, Montana. Which is not something one usually says.” Marcus chuckled, then turned to Rusty. “You’re not wearing a costume this evening?”</div><div><br /></div><div>“I thought I’d stay home, but the guys asked me to come, Sir.” He supposed it would be fun to sit in the corner and look at the costumes.</div><div><br /></div><div>“I’m glad they did. And you’re certainly welcome to come as you are, but if you’d like to have a costume, the boys could rustle something up for you, and if not that, we can stop somewhere on the way to find you something.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“I don’t want to be any trouble. Thank you though. I do appreciate it.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“It’s no trouble, boy.” Marcus held his arm out, and Jim slipped his hand through it. “Let’s go. I’m hungry and eager to see what the menu is. Hopefully, no eyeballs this year.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Or tongue!” Jim said.</div><div><br /></div><div>“I just want chocolate.” Tanny hooked arms with Rusty. “And coffee.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Sounds like a plan, man.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“There’s more to life than coffee,” Marcus noted. “Right, Jim?”</div><div><br /></div><div>“That’s the rumor, Master.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Marcus chuckled.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rusty knew that Jim’s Master had some weird thing about coffee and Jim hardly ever got to drink it. Well, he didn’t either if he wasn’t working, because they just didn’t keep it in the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>He spent a ton of time at the coffee shop next to Master Gage’s shop. Enough that he had his own cup.</div><div>Marcus ushered them all into the car. Rusty sat in the back with Tanny. Once they were on the road, Marcus glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Last chance to stop for a costume.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“I’m fine, Sir. I just want to watch, not be watched.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Whatever you want, Rusty.” Marcus focused back on the road.</div><div><br /></div><div>What he wanted was for the world to not be so goddamn mean, to not feel like a loser, like a skinny asshole who was easy to cheat on.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which wasn’t these guys’ fault, they’d been nothing but kind to him. He probably shouldn’t have come out with them. He tried not to sigh.</div><div><br /></div><div>The car came to a stop and Marcus turned off the engine. “Here we are. I hope everyone is ready for a bacchanal.”</div><div><br /></div><div>They trooped in, and Master Billy caught Tanny up in a hug. The Masters hugged one another next, and Rusty snuck away to a small table in the back of the room, hidden in the dark.</div><div><br /></div><div>The costumes were amazing, and none of them looked like the kind of thing you could find Walmart.</div><div>They were all sexy and wonderful, and he drew into himself, feeling dull and unremarkable. He saw a number of his corsets though. A bunch of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>That was cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jim came over, somehow finding him in his dark corner. “We’re going to eat. Why don’t you come join us?”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh, are you sure? I don’t have to…” He was afraid he was going to cry.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Of course I’m sure. We’re your friends, right? We want to have dinner with you. Come on.” Jim didn’t sound at all hesitant.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Okay. Yeah. Thank you. I’d love to.” He found a smile for his friend, took Jim’s hand, and stood. </div><div><br /></div><div>“What are we eating?”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Bat wings, lizard tails, werewolf steaks, and blood and fingernails pudding.” Jim shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll translate into something actually edible.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“God, I hope so…” It sounded awful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jim laughed and pulled him down into the chair next to him. The two Masters gave him a smile, then Marcus’s eyes narrowed to somewhere behind him.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Karl? Is that you in that top hat?”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Marcus! Looking good.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“So are you. Are you on your own?”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Yep. Still riding solo.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“We have an extra chair.” Marcus pointed to the seat next to Rusty and the up-until-now unseen Karl came into view.</div><div><br /></div><div>The guy was tall and broad, wearing dress pants, a black vest that contrasted with his muscles—so hot—and a top hat on his head.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rusty offered the man a tentative smile, smoothing down his auburn hair. He had long hair like Jim’s, but it wasn’t curly or bright. It was just hair.</div><div><br /></div><div>His smile was returned, and a big one at that. “I’m Karl.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Rusty. Happy Halloween, Sir.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Thank you, boy. And back at’cha. I have to admit, while I enjoy Halloween, I’m a little hesitant about this menu they’re producing. I’m hoping I don’t have to sneak into a diner on my way home.” Karl had clear blue eyes that seemed to look right into him.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Yes. I may offer to buy Marcus and Jim McD’s.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“But not Billy and his boy? Is it the llama suit?” Those blue eyes were twinkling away.</div><div><br /></div><div>“I don’t think they’re riding home with us, is all.” His cheeks were on fire.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh, you’re staying with Marcus and Jim, are you? Very nice. They’re good people.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Before he could reply, a vampire waiter put a huge platter in the middle of the table. “Bat wings, Sirs.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Karl leaned toward him and murmured, “Those bat wings look an awful lot like chicken wings. I’m also betting that bat tastes a lot like chicken.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Yes, thank goodness. Bats don’t seem very tasty. Or legal.”</div><div><br /></div><div>Karl chuckled. “No, I imagine not. Can I dish you up some? I have a longer reach.” Marcus and Billy were already putting wings on plates.</div><div><br /></div><div>“If there are enough after everyone has had some, please.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Stop that, boy.” Karl shook his head, took his plate, and put some wings on it. “You’re not less than anyone else at this table.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Th-thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“You’re welcome, boy.” Karl put a half-dozen wings on his plate, some of the bat’s blood dipping sauce and some carrots and celery, then set it down in front of him before filling up his own plate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh. That was…oh. He looked at Tanny, who nodded at him, smiled, and gave him a thumbs-up.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-12208844096380485322020-10-20T10:15:00.001-04:002020-10-20T10:15:16.839-04:00Top Ten Tuesday<p> With all that's going on in the world, I have to admit that I've been having a hard time keeping up with the dailies, but I'm determined to get back into the swing of things and I'm starting with a top ten list - recently watched shows. While there are ten, they are in no particular order, these are ten shows that I have enjoyed.</p><p><b>Top Ten Shows Recently Watched</b></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Lucifer</b> - This one is not new to me, but I loved the latest season. I have said it before and I will say it again - all shows should be written as if it was their last season because the quality is often superior.</li><li><b>Umbrella Academy</b> - I had watched the first couple of episodes when season 1 came out, but got busy and never finished it, so when season 2 arrived, I binged it from the start in about two days.</li><li>Star Trek: Discovery - The new season has only just started and I loved the first episode. I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes.</li><li><b>Lovecraft Country</b> - I came late to this one and got to binge four or five episodes in a row, and then wished I had waited until the whole season had dropped, because it is immanently bingeable and I so wanted to keep going. So now I'm waiting until I have a few episodes banked before going back to it.</li><li><b>The Haunting of Bly Manor</b> - I'm only on episode 4 because I find it so very creepy and I watch with the hubby, but only a single episode at a time because I do not want to have watched several episodes only to have him go up to bed, leaving me alone with the creepy feelings. So we watch 1 and then watch other stuff before he has to go to bed. (Yes I'm a wuss when it comes to horror.)</li><li><b>The Walking Dead: World Beyond</b> - I had been watching The Walking Dead and then the Talking Dead after each new episode until that season opening with Neagan. Yeah. That was so bleak, so awful and I just couldn't bring myself to watch anymore. I might eventually go back and pick up from the next episode and finish out the series. That was the point when I stopped watching Fear the Walking Dead as well. I just couldn't deal. Again, maybe I'll go back and watch the rest of the episodes. But we thought we'd give World Beyond a try and three episodes in we're liking it. I love that the kids call the zombies 'empties'. I think it's an interesting take being from the pov of young people who have grown up with zombies as a reality in their life and how that changes their attitudes towards the whole zombie apocalypse compared to the adults.</li><li><b>Marvel's Agents of Shield</b> - I had thought it had been cancelled, so I was delighted when there was a 'final season' aired over the summer. Some seasons were good, some seasons were meh and some were not good at all, but this last season? Best writing the show has ever had. Not hampered by having to conform to the canon of the movies helped a lot, I think, but also knowing it was their last season seems to have upped the writing game. </li><li><b>Warrior Nun</b> - Had no idea what this was going to be like and absolutely loved it. I really hope there is going to be another season.</li><li><b>Teenage Bounty Hunter</b> - Had no idea what to expect from this one - oh my goodness so much fun. Irreverent, funny, heartwarming. And omg, they are such teenagers. A surprise gem.</li><li><b>Away</b> - I enjoyed this one, especially the way being on the mission changed the people who were stuck together. The addition of following the families as well kept it from being too clausterphobic. </li></ol>I've watched lots of other stuff too, but these came to mind as the top ten from the last few months. <p></p><p>Happy Tuesday!</p><p>Sean</p><p>smut fixes everything </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-64034172400939861902020-07-26T00:30:00.002-04:002020-07-26T00:30:03.533-04:00Sneak Peek SundayThe next book in the Sealed With a Kink series comes out on Tuesday! It's currently available for pre-order at Amazon and Kobo. On Tuesday it will be available at Turtlehat Creatives. Then on Friday at midnight it hits KU, so it'll be gone from Kobo and Turtllehat at that point.<div><br /></div><div>I'm sharing an excerpt here today as a sneak peek!</div><div><br /></div><div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFl6Z04JbGRTPgrBMULwyD_KDkKHKaxohZibyjyUaCfqfijC2UE1iLkPpHpVRVv60bvMtExPSOUYhPk5y0js4B7ADkga9E9K2nargTvrpIJycQgXQEHXOo-DIg0Rt5KociEYYTAFzXeCA/s2048/swakfloggingcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1366" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFl6Z04JbGRTPgrBMULwyD_KDkKHKaxohZibyjyUaCfqfijC2UE1iLkPpHpVRVv60bvMtExPSOUYhPk5y0js4B7ADkga9E9K2nargTvrpIJycQgXQEHXOo-DIg0Rt5KociEYYTAFzXeCA/s320/swakfloggingcover.jpg" /></a></div>Can a good flogging from the right man help a driven artist exorcise his demons?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Damien is a painter with demons. He spends most of his life working those demons out on his canvases, only leaving his studio when one friend or another shows up to drag him out for an hour or two. He’s tried everything to help him sleep through the night, and find some peace, but he knows he’s more than a little crazy and nothing has ever worked.</div><div><br /></div><div>Trace has been dropping hints to Damien for a while that he’d like to be more than just friends, but Damien doesn’t ever seem to pick up on them. Believing he can give this beautiful man exactly what he needs, Trace takes the bull by the horns one evening when they’re both at the same bar and directly asks Damien to come home with him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is Trace right? Does he know exactly what Damien needs to give him some peace, and will Damien trust him enough to try, or is Damien doomed to be forever chased by them? Find out in this latest Sealed With a Kink book.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Buy links</b>:</div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/SWAK-Flogging-Sealed-Kink-Book-ebook/dp/B08CY9BT85/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div><a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/swak-flogging" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div><div>coming to <a href="http://www.turtlehatcreatives.com/" target="_blank">Turtlehat Creatives</a> on Tuesday</div><div><br /></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Excerpt</b>:</div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Jesus, I’m bored.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’ve been in the house
for months, working, creating, and if Nels hadn’t thrown a temper tantrum and
dragged me out to the bar, I’d still be doing it—throwing paint on the canvas
and working out my demons.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">But I’m here. I’m here
with my beer, watching Nels dance with some little twink, and I’m waiting for
it to turn nine o’clock so I can grab a car home.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I agreed to an hour.
Nine makes an hour.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Someone sits next to me.
I can feel that he’s a big guy even without looking. He feels solid, like
suddenly there’s a brick wall right there.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’m not looking. I’m not
interested. I’m just waiting for nine.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">So there.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The bartender comes
over. “What’ll it be?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Coke, lots of ice,
please.” His voice is like velvet dragging over gravel and it hits me in my
balls.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Oh, damn. I need to pay
my tab and go. Instead, I grin up at him. “Lots of ice?” My eyes go wide.
“Trace? Hey.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Hi, Damien.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I’d forgotten just how
sexy his voice is, how warm his smile.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I haven’t seen you in a
while.” I haven’t seen anyone in a while. I’ve been hiding.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“No, you haven’t been
around. I was pleased when I walked in and saw you sitting here. Knew I had to
come say hello.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He’s making me hard just
by talking.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Obviously I’ve been
alone a while. I’ve known Trace forever. There’s never been a spark. “I’ve been
working hard.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Too hard. You’ve got
dark bags under your eyes.” He reaches out and gently touches me, right under
my eyes, and it’s like he’s touching an electric wire to me.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“She’s a demanding
mistress.” I am not gasping. I’m not. Nope.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I know a thing or two
about being demanding,” Trace notes. Have his eyes always been so very green?
And intensely hot. That has to be new, right?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Do you?” I take another
swig of beer, trying to cool down.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Yeah, I do. And I think
you know exactly what I mean.” That timbre in his voice, that’s new too. So is
the way he licks the moisture from his upper lip, tongue sliding slowly.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“H-how’s your Coke?” <i>Stop
it. You are not a virgin</i>.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Nice and cold. Exactly
how I like it. How’s your beer?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Piss warm and nasty,” I
admit. “I’ve been nursing it.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“If you didn’t want it,
why not order something else? A glass of water with ice would take a lot longer
to get warm.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I was going to leave at
nine.” A glass of iced water sounds amazing, though.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trace nods at the
barback, who comes right over. “Ice water, please.” Then he turns back to me,
and I feel really seen. “You shouldn’t have to sip at warm beer for another ten
minutes.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you.” That’s—that’s
kind. It feels like a balm, a little. Or maybe a lot.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“It’s the painting,
right? Have you got something in particular riding your ass so hard?” The words
conjure up a naughty image involving Trace and my ass.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“It is. I got demons,
nothing big.” Just…being a worthless shit.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He touches my arm, and
that zap from earlier is back like whoa. “Are you okay, Damien? I mean really.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I go for casual and
blithe, because no, no I’m not. I’m lonely, and I’m worn, and I’m more than a
little broken.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He’s still staring at
me, touching me, and I realize I haven’t actually said anything yet.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">My cheeks heat, and I
hide my face in the water. “I’ll be fine, honey. Thanks for asking.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I don’t think you are.
And I want to help.” His tone is gentle, but there’s also a strength there.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“What? Why?” Why on
earth would Trace care?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">A wry smile quirks up
one side of Trace’s mouth. “Because I’ve been interested in you since I first
saw you and you’re getting deeper and deeper into your demons.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh, honey. I—I’m bad
news. You have to know that, right?” I reach out and put my hand on his arm,
and he’s so warm.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“You’re just… driven and
probably a lot lost in what you call your demons. You need a master to take
care of you. To help you… focus.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I wish.” But I’ve tried
that. I’ve tried sex. I’ve tried pain. I’ve tried drugs. The only thing that
works is, well, work.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“You could always think
of me as your genie—granting you that wish,” Trace suggests.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He has no idea how
tempting that is.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I actually like you. I
wouldn’t do that to you.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Damien, do you really
have so low an opinion of yourself?” He touches my arm again, and it lights me
up, warms me to the bone.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I just know me. I’m a
train wreck.” Sad but true.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Like I said, you need a
master.” He’s still touching me, fingers stroking my arm now, leaving tingles
behind.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I tried the lifestyle.
I wasn’t good at it. Ask Carlson.” Oh. Probably Trace had. Carlson and I never
even fucked—I let him tie me up, spank me. All I could do was wait for it to be
over.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Okay, let me rephrase.
You need the right master.” Trace smiled. “I can even refine that. You need
me.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Did you talk to him? It
was a bad experience. I wasn’t ugly.” Was it nine? It had to be…</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I haven’t talked to
anyone, Damien. I’ve been observing you. And flirting, but I don’t think I’m
very good at it as you don’t seem to have noticed. I’m better at direct.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I—” Okay. Stop this.
Stop this right now. “Do you dance?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Wait. What?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m no Arthur Miller,
but I enjoy moving to the music.” Trace stands and holds out his hand. “And I
happen to really like this song.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I do too.” I take his
hand, and he’s so warm, so tall.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He leads us out into the
dance floor and I can feel Nels shooting me a shocked look.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I glare over. I can
dance, can’t I? Just one? I’m not taken, for fuck’s sake.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nels makes a face and
turns back to the twink he’s with, but I swear I can feel him cutting glances
at me. It’s none of his business.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Damien. You’re with me.
Ignore everything else, yeah?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">That’s more than fair.
One dance. Trace deserves that—all of me for a dance. “You’re right. I’d be
happy to.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I push into his arms,
trusting that he’ll lead. He does, and we move together like we were made for
it. His hands slide down to cup my ass and hold me closer. His fingers are hot,
and it’s easy to relax and lean into the rhythm. God, he’s like a jungle gym.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">He hums, and the sound
is not only happy, but it vibrates through his chest and into me.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“That’s nice,” I
whisper. I feel it everywhere, making me shiver.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">That makes him hum even
more, and I like it. A lot. “For you,” he whispers back at me.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Maybe we could have a
one-night stand. Maybe…just one orgasm, one night.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Like he can hear my
thoughts, he squeezes my ass in one hand, his fingers digging in through the
thick denim of my jeans.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Uhn…” My eyes roll up
in my head, and my toes curl. “Damn.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Let me take you home,
Damien. We’ll hide you from your demons for the night.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“One night.” I want to.
I want to just relax and let the world disappear.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“When this song is
over.” Trace continues to move us, our bodies rubbing together, and he’s hard,
cock thick and stiff in his slacks.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">I nod, because dancing
tells you how good the sex might be. And the way things are going, the sex is
going to be fucking good.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">We keep moving, the
music dictating our speed.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">One song slides into
another, and I don’t mind. This is sensual and sexual and right. His body keeps
moving against mine, slowly ramping me up and making me ache.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“We need to go. It’s
been a long time.” And I’m not going to embarrass myself.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“As you wish.” His hands
leave my ass and he takes one of mine, leading me from the dance floor and out
the door.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Nels comes running up.
“Bud? Where are you going, man?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I—With Trace.”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Trace slides an arm
around my waist and tugs me into his side. I fit there perfectly. Damn. Like
the space was made for me.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“With Trace, huh?” Nels
rolls his eyes toward me. “You’re cool?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m cool.” It is a lie.
I’m burning up.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sean</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">smut fixes everything</span></p></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-28790800786149923632020-07-09T09:29:00.000-04:002020-07-09T09:29:12.591-04:00Throwback ThursdayWritten in 2012, this one hasn't actually been available for a few years. I've brought it back just in time for an "olympic" season. <div><br /></div><div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3u-PGmyAa2txgvL31vMh_SxJjYI0SFh2YrqrpBQcGbeKZCXKNhWWPrdGV6x5YHY8VclqhIMygtEFmenvKQRLeSuuNh0MyHWyjef1vcIq-pfzCLVaUZvK6jr4LXqOm83ohyNdMHV_6t-I0/s2560/Digging-for-Gold-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3u-PGmyAa2txgvL31vMh_SxJjYI0SFh2YrqrpBQcGbeKZCXKNhWWPrdGV6x5YHY8VclqhIMygtEFmenvKQRLeSuuNh0MyHWyjef1vcIq-pfzCLVaUZvK6jr4LXqOm83ohyNdMHV_6t-I0/s320/Digging-for-Gold-Kindle.jpg" /></a></div>Digging for Gold</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Olympic beach volleyball hopeful Kenn Majors just took out his shoulder during a surfing charity event and now the whole world's on his back, from his teammate to his father, to get back into shape in time for the Worlds, and then the Olympics. His new trainer, Dusty, is just one more change that's happened since he injured himself, and Kenn's not sure if he's coming or going. What's more, Dusty's a hot guy who's also gay. </div><div><br /></div><div>Will Kenn be able to keep his attraction under control and manage to get his shoulder back to where it needs to be in time to win at the Worlds? Or does the whole situation have disaster written all over it?</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Digging-Gold-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B08CBFFXLN/" target="_blank">Available on Amazon/KU</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Excerpt</b></div><div><br /></div><div><h4 style="mso-collapsed-heading: yes;">PROLOGUE<o:p></o:p></h4>
<h4><span style="font-weight: normal;">“What are you gonna fucking do, dude?” Dave’s voice cut
across the room where Kenn sat, head down, arm still propped up in a brace.</span></h4><p class="AQPGalley"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to.” Kenn hadn’t meant to in
a deep, truly sorry sort of way.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“No shit you didn’t mean to, you stupid fuck, but you did.
What were you thinkin’, man? Surfing? For fucking charity? We’re a team!”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I didn’t think I’d wipe out.” And shit, Steph’d already
come and chewed his ass like no other coach on earth. Steph. Mom. Dad. Julie.
Jennifer. Pete, his dorm-mate. “I don’t need this shit from you, asshole.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I know, but…” Dave plopped down beside him. “Shit, you’re
my partner, dude. You got my back. The World Cup Finals are in seven months.
They’re saying you’re in that fucking brace another month.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Kenn nodded. He was. Then six weeks without weight bearing. “I
can do it. I won’t let you down.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Mercy’s pregnant.” Dave’s head dropped into his hands. “We’re
going to get married.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Fuck. Damn.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Scared brown eyes looked at him, and suddenly Dave seemed
younger than him, even. “I know, right? That and then this… We gotta make it to
the Olympics, dude.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“We will.” They’d been on the competitive circuit together
since the day he turned eighteen. Four years and two national championships.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I still can’t believe you fucked up your goddamned arm.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Me either.” It was all just supposed to be fun—goof off,
eat, ride a few waves. When the board had flipped and come down on his head and
shoulder, the whole damn world had gone black for days. Three whole days.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Shit, he’d missed fucking Christmas day.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Dave ran his hands through his hair, sighed hard. “What’re
you going to do?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Get a trainer. Get better quick. Hope my dad doesn’t kill
me?” He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be graduating in May.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“A trainer.” Dave nodded, looking more hopeful. “You’re
going to work your ass off, right?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“No, fuckhead. I’m going to be the King of Slack. I’m going
to fuck off royally and bring you down. Shitass.” Like he’d ever fucked off.
Ever. He was a fucking Bio major with a 4.0, a world-class volleyball player, a
competitive surfer, and he frigging volunteered with PETA, for Christ’s sake.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Fuck you, asshole. It’s not just me anymore, is it?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“No. No, but it’s never just one of us.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Dave sighed, nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just…worried,
yeah?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I’ll be back at drills in six weeks. Back at practices
right after that.” A break was good, right?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“You better be, dude. I need you at my back.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Shit, man. That’s what I do.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Dave was his fucking partner, his goddamn best friend, and
the best setter in the world, so long as Kenn was there to dig for him.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“So this is it then? See you in six weeks?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Well, you could come have a beer with me sometime. I’m not
dead.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Dave laughed. “As long as you don’t get drunk and clip the
other one, yeah?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">He lifted his right arm and flipped Dave off. “Fuck you,
buddy.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Yeah, and you, too.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">They laughed together and, for a minute, Kenn could believe
he wasn’t screwed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley"><br /></p><p class="AQPGalley"><b>CHAPTER 1</b></p><h4><o:p></o:p></h4>
<h4><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dusty parked his car at the beach and headed out toward the
waves. He loved the beach in the early morning. The sand underfoot, the sound
of the waves. The only people around were the hard-core surfers and a few
runners. It was great. He walked down by the waves for ten minutes or so,
before he started looking for his appointment.</span></h4><p class="AQPGalley"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Stephanie Connor had called him a week ago, frantic about
one of her athletes—Kenn Majors. Everybody in the scene had heard what had
happened to him over Christmas, but Dusty, just like everyone else, assumed the
man was out for the year. Apparently Kenn and Stephanie thought that was a bad
idea.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">Dusty saw the man in the sling, jogging at the edge of the
surf, solid and stacked. Working hard despite the injury. It was a good sign.
As long as the guy didn’t overdo. It’d be a shame for that beautiful body to be
injured any longer than necessary.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“You Dustin, man?” Sun-bleached blond hair, huge green eyes—damn,
that was a pretty man.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I am. And you’re Kenn Majors.” He held out his hand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“You know it. Thanks for meeting me.” The shake was strong,
sure.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“It’s my pleasure. I’ve seen you play—you’re great.” They
started walking together along the beach. “Frankly, I was surprised when Steph
called me with the news that you wanted to be back in shape by Worlds. You
ready for the work that’s going to take?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I don’t have any classes this semester. I don’t have
anything else to do. Moved out of the dorms and everything.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Girlfriend?” They could be huge distractions, and if Kenn
was going to make it to the Worlds, there could be no distractions.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“That’s between me and my coach.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Sorry, Kenn, but if I’m going to be your trainer, I need to
know what else is going on in your life.” Food, social life, sleep—how long and
when—as well as exercise and training routine; he was going to be in all of
Kenn’s business, and if the man couldn’t take it, then it wasn’t the right
partnership.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“I don’t have a girlfriend.” There was a story there, he’d
bet.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“If we work together, I’ll be setting your schedule, your
diet, your regimen.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="AQPGalley">“Whatever I have to do. I have to play.”<o:p></o:p></p><br /></div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-79230811013608825732020-07-07T13:11:00.001-04:002020-07-07T13:11:03.818-04:00Cloverleaf Dinner Roll RecipesI was asked for the recipe for my cloverleaf dinner rolls, so I'm putting it here.<div><br /></div><div>I got my recipe from 300 Best Canadian Bread Machine Recipes by Dinna Washburn & Heather Butt and I highly reccommend this book if you have a bread machine. Tons of recipes, both savory and sweet, simple and complicated and every time I've wanted to bake some sort of bread or roll, they've had a recipe for me. I have a bunch that I make on a regular basis - rolls, hamberger buns, challah, sourdough, white bread, french sticks, just to name a few.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1DX6XH7u59FHNRvr5tFC17dg2TwrIM67fMEVoRX0QZY9ZrwI1Tq1TCxW4qFRwquXO-g-VRci510d3FjqMA6KUxwvv0DEomTb2QdfyPp3OUuVkU_jb3kR55uOjAPgY2rssZ-FXWh7VggM/s960/cloverleafrolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1DX6XH7u59FHNRvr5tFC17dg2TwrIM67fMEVoRX0QZY9ZrwI1Tq1TCxW4qFRwquXO-g-VRci510d3FjqMA6KUxwvv0DEomTb2QdfyPp3OUuVkU_jb3kR55uOjAPgY2rssZ-FXWh7VggM/s320/cloverleafrolls.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Cloverleaf Dinner Rolls</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Put into your bread machine:</div><div>1 1/3 cups milk (room temperature)</div><div>1 1/4 teaspoon salt</div><div>2 Tablespoons granulated sugar</div><div>2 Tablespoons butter (room temperature)</div><div>3 1/4 cups bread flour (white)</div><div>1 1/4 teaspoon bread machine yeast</div><div><br /></div><div>(You can use all purpose flour and instant yeast, I just find if I use the bread machine versions of both I have better success with my dough)</div><div><br /></div><div>Select the dough cycle and let it run.</div><div><br /></div><div>Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and rest for about 10 minutes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Divide the dough into 12 portions, devide each portion into 3 balls. Place 3 balls into each cup of a lightly greased muffin tin. Don't worry too much about size - I always have some that are bigger and some that are smaller - I try to mix the balls up so that if I have a really big one, I'll also put in a smaller one so they all wind up with about the same amount of dough in them. Cover and let rise in a warm, draft-free place for 30-45 minutes. What I usually do is let them rise for about 30 minutes, and then turn on my oven and throw them in once it's come up to temperature, but your experience may vary depending on the warmth of your kitchen and your elevation.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bake in a pre-headted 375 degree oven for 15-20 minutes - I always check after 15 so I don't burn.</div><div><br /></div><div>They are ready when they are brown on top and sound hollow when you take one out and tap it on the bottom.</div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as they come out of the oven, brush with melted butter. </div><div><br /></div><div>They taste best the same day - I'll make them to come out of the oven about 1-2 hours before supper to include them with supper. But they last a few days in an airtight container. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-23492758701942606312020-07-07T01:30:00.017-04:002020-07-07T01:30:02.056-04:00Top Ten TuesdayIt''s no secret I don't like the heat. At least at the moment the humidity isn't as nearly as bad as it can be some summers, so it's that little bit better. Anyway, I thought it would be the perfect time to do a top ten list about what I love about winter!<div><br /></div><div><b>Top Ten Things I Love About Winter</b></div><div><br /></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Snow! I love snow in all it's forms, but especially the great big slow flakes that leave the world hushed.</li><li>Getting to wear hoodies! I really enjoy wearing sweaters and hoodies and just can't the rest of the year 'cause they make me too hot.</li><li>Christmas! I do love the holiday season. Decorating and giving gifts and making cookies for people makes me happy.</li><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUq2DsTTbp3Y6XcAW4_LwLH_Vrn1K75k21c7CY7x5UzQcKeZvnRIaWUbH64P4AvBn0ZatO1cOaYIDpk6uRuIEw7Eiv2LkiZhGtfjFB7faMnekCXlExc_3F0i69J13pqw4YJ82Awk9Qo5Zq/s500/snowflake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUq2DsTTbp3Y6XcAW4_LwLH_Vrn1K75k21c7CY7x5UzQcKeZvnRIaWUbH64P4AvBn0ZatO1cOaYIDpk6uRuIEw7Eiv2LkiZhGtfjFB7faMnekCXlExc_3F0i69J13pqw4YJ82Awk9Qo5Zq/s320/snowflake.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My birthday! I'm a winter baby.</li><li>Cold weather! Give me a cold day over a hot day anytime.</li><li>Blue skies! On the coldest of days there is very little humidity in the air and the sky is this incredibly blue blue that it doesn't get any other time of year.</li><li>Less daylight! Yeah, yeah, I know this makes me a weirdo, but I like the shorter days. I am not a fan of sunshine and much prefer shorter days (sure by about March I'm ready for longer ones again, but as soon as the heat hits I'm looking forward to winter again.)</li><li>No bugs! I have never seen a mosquito here in the middle of winter.</li><li>White Hot Chocolate! I can have it during the summer if I want to, but there's nothing like a white hot chocolate on a cold winter's day. It warms you from the inside out.</li><li>Snowstorms! The world becoming blanketed and quiet and everyone staying inside and watching. </li></ol><div>I don't know why I used exclamation marks for all of those...</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway - can you tell that I love winter?</div><div><br /></div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-49122369071454938532020-07-06T13:21:00.001-04:002020-07-06T13:21:05.081-04:00Movie Monday Wow, I missed all of June! Welcome to me and heat - I hide even online *grins*<div><br /></div><div>So movies - BFG and Artemis Fowl both watched on Disney in the same weekend. I loved one, the other I couldn't stay awake while watching...</div><div><br /></div><div>I </div><div><br /></div><div>will</div><div><br /></div><div>leave</div><div><br /></div><div>some</div><div><br /></div><div>spoiler</div><div><br /></div><div>space</div><div><br /></div><div>So Artemis Fowl was the one I was disapointed in. There were some neat features, but it could have been so much better than it was. I think it didn't help that the main character just wasn't that likeable. Of course, I'm also not the intended audience, so possibly the younger crowd would have appreciated him more, I don't know and I don't have young ones anymore to give me their opinion. Having said that, I've enjoyed many an animated or aimed at the younger crowd movie so...</div><div><br /></div><div>I hadn't seen BFG before and figured I'd give it a try because I remember thinking it looked neat back when it was originally out and had previews up for it. I really enjoyed this movie (I wasn't sure that I would, as I don't always enjoy animated stuff.) This one was charming, though. The two main characters were great and I loved the overall feel of the movie as well as the story. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you can only pick one of the two to watch - definitely go for BFG!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Happy monday!</div><div>Sean</div><div>smut fixes everything</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-6920820550548516132020-05-31T10:58:00.002-04:002020-05-31T10:58:31.936-04:00Sneak Peek SundayToday I'm doing a sneak peek of my June release - Stephen, book one of the the BOY ISO series.<br />
<br />
Look for the cover reveal tomorrow!<br />
<br />
The excerpt is still raw, so please excuse any errors and look for the book on June 23, pre-order coming soon!<br />
<br />
<b>Stephen</b><br />
<b><i>BOY ISO book 1</i></b><br />
<br />
<i>Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpfJWMIk1ORuPA5R39miRN7241Wx7An9KM-a2vVN19C3KAk_0ipcbWoxYzw2AVcJI8wkDQdN_KXjliwYsdIwvTLyJDvcnTvzOESws9kHMpwN4HQCEIKM45zp0BgfzVQO1fo99Ei0AlSqt/s1600/stephen_coverreveal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="961" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpfJWMIk1ORuPA5R39miRN7241Wx7An9KM-a2vVN19C3KAk_0ipcbWoxYzw2AVcJI8wkDQdN_KXjliwYsdIwvTLyJDvcnTvzOESws9kHMpwN4HQCEIKM45zp0BgfzVQO1fo99Ei0AlSqt/s320/stephen_coverreveal.jpg" width="192" /></a></div>
When Champ reads the ad on the internet, the dragon shifter is immediately intrigued and contacts the boy who wrote it. When a quick phone conversation leads to the boy sharing his address, Champ heads over, unhappy that a boy would not only leave his phone number on the internet, but then just give out his address. When he knocks on the door, he’s ready to show this boy exactly what kind of punishments he can meet out.<br />
<br />
Stephen would like to be a boy, but he’s been burned, and badly, in the past, so he’s not in the lifestyle anymore. All that changes when he answers the door and meets Champ. It doesn’t matter that Champ was expecting to meet Stephen’s roommate Marc, the big Daddy falls for Stephen immediately and insists that while there was an initial mix-up, Stephen is the one he’s actually there for<br />
<br />
Patience, kink, and confidence may not be enough for this Daddy to win his boy over, but add in the magic of love and dragons and it’s a whole other story.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Excerpt:</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
<b><i>Chapter One</i></b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.</i></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Champagne purred as he read the ad, his prick taking notice. Oh yes, he was a strict Daddy and this boy sounded like a wonderful diversion. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Bernoise raised an eyebrow and grunted at him. “What’s gotten your attention?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Champ shook his head. “Nothing.” This one was his. Berny and France could find their own bad boy to punish. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“You know I don’t believe you.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He shrugged as he pocketed his phone. “That’s your prerogative.” He headed out of the penthouse apartment, and only looked at his phone again once he was in the elevator on the way down.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
There was a phone number with the ad, so he called it.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It took a few rings, but then he heard a curious, “Hello?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“This is your Daddy, boy.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Oh, fuck me. Seriously?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Yes, and he wasn’t going to allow cursing, and he was going to blister his boy’s ass for putting his phone number online.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Language, boy. I’m on my way over—I need your address.” He waited for his boy to suggest meeting somewhere and not just giving a total stranger his number .</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“It’s 41904 Linc Avenue, apartment 8A .”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Son of a bitch, his boy wasn’t going to sit for a week. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” He cut the call off and stepped off the elevator, pulling up his Uber app. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
His phone rang, but he didn’t answer. He was going to go get this boy and show him strict punishments.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It was ridiculous. No safeword, no names, just here’s my home address, person I don’t know from Adam. Very strict punishments.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
His car arrived in a few moments and he got in, sat back, planning how he was going to start. </div>
<div>
His boy obviously needed the firm hand he was asking for. He would introduce himself and find out what the hell the boy was thinking.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He arrived at the building that housed his boy, still worked up over the lack of care for his own safety this boy was taking. It made him glower and grumble. He took the elevator to the fourth floor, then went right, and there he was in front of 8A. He knocked firmly.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Hold up! I’m coming!” The door opened, and a gorgeous young man, with copper hair, one light blue eye, one dark brown, appeared. “Can I help you?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Time stopped. It simply stopped, and the glow around this man began to pulse, calling to him.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Growling, he stepped in, staring. “Daddy’s here, boy.” </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I—are you looking for Marc?” </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
No. No, he was looking for this boy. His boy.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Nope. You’re my boy—Daddy’s here. I just need your safeword.” </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“My safeword? But I don’t know you…” The boy stepped away. “I don’t think you’re looking for me. I think you’re looking for my roommate, Marc. I’m Stephen.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He wasn’t interested in any Marc. This was his boy. “I’m looking for you, boy. I’m Champagne and you can call me Daddy. Are you telling me you don’t have a safeword?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I used to. Not for a long time. I’m not a player anymore.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“No, I’m not playing. Tell me your safeword.” This wasn’t some silly boy. This was his boy. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Bubbles.” Stephen stood and stared at him, and he could feel energy pulling them together.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Bubbles it is. You didn’t put in an ad online, did you?” He knew the answer was no. It made him want to snarl, that this Marc would act so dangerously and then duck out, leave Stephen alone to face the consequences. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“An ad? For what? I’m telling you, man, you’re looking for Marc.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I was looking for Marc, but then I found you.” Such a lovely boy, and the glow around him warmed Champ all the way to his bones.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“You don’t even know if I do guys…” Stephen was pouring pheromones, curiosity and hunger thick on the air.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Boy, you are screaming for me with every inch of your body.” He knew Stephen could feel the pull—it would be impossible not to.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I don’t even know you. You just showed up here.” Stephen groaned softly, cock tenting his soft pants. “Maybe…...maybe we could have coffee?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I was about to suggest that. Maybe something sweet to go with it, hmm?” He wanted to lick sugar from Stephen’s lips.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Let me get dressed. Can I meet you at the Second Cup next door? Then we can talk.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He didn’t want to leave without his boy, but he trusted that Stephen was a boy of his word. Besides, he knew where Stephen lived. And while he’d come in loaded for a spanking to teach the advertiser a message, this was clearly not the boy in question. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“What can I get for you?” He liked the white hot chocolate at Second Cup himself.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Can I please have a white chocolate latte? I’ll be ten minutes, tops.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“See you there.” He stepped back and let Stephen close the door, watching the glow of his boy until it was entirely cut off. Wow. That was… amazing. He couldn’t wait to start a relationship with his boy.</div>
<div>
There was no doubt that this one was his. None.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sean</div>
<div>
smut fixes everything</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-77325554747813066292020-05-29T16:15:00.000-04:002020-05-29T16:15:15.332-04:00Dragon Books on Sale!You've still got a couple of days to pick up the following Dragon books, all on sale until end of day May 31. They are all 99 cents except for Seduced by the Tide!<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zoKm-zS6cp-tXJvQmCvhMih_fPLznFCsPOZRlOTiIx9f79IfvO1697G98eFp3mVh8cc0mD_ZdKL5J30GX6H3lJf4jgC7INKfnD-DhZaOtU6U7xmh3FP4SsIE-Rv1Zmz9RI998JRawqHl/s1600/A-Private-Hunger-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1068" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zoKm-zS6cp-tXJvQmCvhMih_fPLznFCsPOZRlOTiIx9f79IfvO1697G98eFp3mVh8cc0mD_ZdKL5J30GX6H3lJf4jgC7INKfnD-DhZaOtU6U7xmh3FP4SsIE-Rv1Zmz9RI998JRawqHl/s200/A-Private-Hunger-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>A Private Hunger</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Originally released by other publishers.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy link:</b></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Private-Hunger-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B06XHNG911/" target="_blank">on Amazon and KU</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3oXlsMH8uZ7hHIXvYbtEbhGEAD2jjOa0qG9lNGDo4dKYqRW_PespAbupnkV0YT9yDDddvYdkXCnFKMwUMjcgXN5LVEA9XKR8BBB8CAiGRDj5sxEpFy80gglgMzs6PF4oehwtmm0zvkMj/s1600/Blowing-Smoke-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1068" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3oXlsMH8uZ7hHIXvYbtEbhGEAD2jjOa0qG9lNGDo4dKYqRW_PespAbupnkV0YT9yDDddvYdkXCnFKMwUMjcgXN5LVEA9XKR8BBB8CAiGRDj5sxEpFy80gglgMzs6PF4oehwtmm0zvkMj/s200/Blowing-Smoke-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>Blowing Smoke</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Do dragons have soul mates?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brinley Adams is pleased to get a job as assistant to elusive and reclusive billionaire Lindrom Drage. That the job requires him to live in the man’s home in the country is only a bonus. While he’s not exactly running away, he’s trying to leave behind a crazy, stalking ex, and Drage’s isolated home might be just the place to hide.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Lindrom Drage, known at home as Dragon, just wants an assistant who works out for longer than a month or two. He’s already gone through several in the last year, and he wants someone who can do the job and put up with his refusal to deal with anything that takes him out of his home. But when he meets Brin, he suddenly wants so much more than just a work assistant.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brin doesn’t know his boss is actually a dragon. The trick is going to be convincing Brin that neither of them is crazy, and that not only are dragons real, so are soul mates.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
This book is a reprint. The publisher has changed.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy links:</b></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Blowing-Smoke-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B06WRTD7HP/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/blowing-smoke-14" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2tAk1n1c8Jc01DLVvwMqNTHx47jh4vAZpe7ePV46Dv-0svACxsCkQMftYSkBp1A9Bpd1bxQ0kYiX3p3dF0ToQX-qRxRpTCJR2w38lsb_4h3KG6GxtpNTAGkgOXDb14vaGbLYBunwba-s/s1600/Flying-with-Dragons-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2tAk1n1c8Jc01DLVvwMqNTHx47jh4vAZpe7ePV46Dv-0svACxsCkQMftYSkBp1A9Bpd1bxQ0kYiX3p3dF0ToQX-qRxRpTCJR2w38lsb_4h3KG6GxtpNTAGkgOXDb14vaGbLYBunwba-s/s200/Flying-with-Dragons-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>Flying With Dragons</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
Having annoyed the council, Grunk is assigned the job of Director of Human/Dragon Relations. Unfortunately for Grunk, he hates the city, he'd rather be in his dragon form than his human one, and he already hates the job even though it’s only his first day.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Then he meets his assistant, Kyfan, and he's instantly smitten. When he finds out that Kyfan has never really flown and rarely spends any time in his dragon form, Grunk is shocked and insists on changing that, immediately. After all, flying with the lovely Kyfan's way better than sitting behind his desk in his office.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It turns out that Kyfan is a lovely little dragon and once they've flown together, Grunk knows that they share a bond and he prepares to make his claim. The fact that it's going to annoy the council is only a bonus.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Originally released with another publisher.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy links:</b><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Flying-Dragons-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B06VYCJFXG/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/flying-with-dragons-3" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6hrT2AbnJMAedKaJbgut2rB9NomdOOmsHNNjendQCIS9H5gSCnucZguKdB4_wlBWuMYSQqXijauwwkgzMzWRPEJYFCRMWts7Z-c2EC_kKFcH8XZKeN0wj2CF8UgE4uGHI9PK4t9ZNe3T/s1600/Healing-Fire-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1068" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6hrT2AbnJMAedKaJbgut2rB9NomdOOmsHNNjendQCIS9H5gSCnucZguKdB4_wlBWuMYSQqXijauwwkgzMzWRPEJYFCRMWts7Z-c2EC_kKFcH8XZKeN0wj2CF8UgE4uGHI9PK4t9ZNe3T/s200/Healing-Fire-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>Healing Fire</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
What will it take for a dragon prince to defy his father and fly on his own?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Prince Jules, the least favorite of the Dragon King's children, lives simply, banished to his rooms and the amazing adventures found in his books. He has never left the palace or shifted into his dragon form…he's never done anything.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince's new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules' life.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
This book is a reprint. The publisher has changed.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy links:</b></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Healing-Fire-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B06VWGGTC6/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/healing-fire-2" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ysoUYLjMj-9mwLyXWAht1QK9nVCiIQ_lwpigLLVcQx2jTC5ftN0Tc8O5xFwu4d44iDXtDO15cRqRf1kzAqzWbci8dDijaYvdxHqhX2S0D2bba9Xtb2VZ6BPZgns-HRH1MoNv0pa-uqWP/s1600/brandedflamescover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="304" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ysoUYLjMj-9mwLyXWAht1QK9nVCiIQ_lwpigLLVcQx2jTC5ftN0Tc8O5xFwu4d44iDXtDO15cRqRf1kzAqzWbci8dDijaYvdxHqhX2S0D2bba9Xtb2VZ6BPZgns-HRH1MoNv0pa-uqWP/s200/brandedflamescover.jpg" width="126" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>Branded by Flames</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
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.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Then he meets Shae.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
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 </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
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.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy links:</b></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Branded-Flames-Super-Sexy-Shifter-Romance-ebook/dp/B01LLOUAVM/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/branded-by-flames-1" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKKaVVM6oJyl_5wvkrwzYXo1yI6cZqJ9V3nld-KMG5AsbA-KnPCza_rpor6s0ECGXRsFiTUTottpvjQzrbUhlBPi_tdIUsiVUcWKtkVM8t4emDxdAKLbwb9_THuuMEQINk82wwUKIzudh/s1600/seducedbythetide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1011" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKKaVVM6oJyl_5wvkrwzYXo1yI6cZqJ9V3nld-KMG5AsbA-KnPCza_rpor6s0ECGXRsFiTUTottpvjQzrbUhlBPi_tdIUsiVUcWKtkVM8t4emDxdAKLbwb9_THuuMEQINk82wwUKIzudh/s200/seducedbythetide.jpg" width="126" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>Seduced by the Tide</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Deke has yet to meet a man who gives him a rush. Coast Guard rescue has kept the dragon shifter busy, but there’s no harder work than finding a mate. Then comes Bryan. Bearded and inked, the personal trainer turned mechanic smells of grease, sweat and red meat. How irresistibly human can you get? And when it comes to hot, slamming sex, they’re the perfect fit. Now all Deke has to do is to tell Bryan what he really is, and what he has planned for them.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can’t shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he’s falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he’s satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he’s ready to face it.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Book two in the Dragon Soul series </div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy Links:</b></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XFJPWPS" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/seduced-by-the-tide-1" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sean </div>
<div>
smut fixes everything</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-61161182114571647002020-05-12T20:58:00.001-04:002020-05-12T20:58:26.094-04:00Top Ten TuesdayIf you have suggestions for top ten lists, please let me know or I'll wind up doing stuff like today's top ten favorite articles of clothing to wear<br />
<br />
<b>Top Ten Favorite Articles of Clothing To Wear</b> (in no particular order)<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<ol>
<li>pyjamas - the softer the better, but not too warm - I love to lounge in them</li>
<li>hoodie - again, the softer the better, I prefer 'em a little oversize and with a zipper up front.I have one I got in Texas when visiting BA and the zipper is now broken, but it's still wonderful to wear.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofcqBO6jSZIGnLkv-7TA-lRms-CGjWAuJgwS7i16qx8y669WljKv1wvH3K7wSSIsUzMrBkiMwzrrDkFKjtvKoe0m1n24Bv3go4_898gSuD9tv17iXbpCxvpBMHW0qncHBUjzjA5R2WD59/s1600/hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1410" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofcqBO6jSZIGnLkv-7TA-lRms-CGjWAuJgwS7i16qx8y669WljKv1wvH3K7wSSIsUzMrBkiMwzrrDkFKjtvKoe0m1n24Bv3go4_898gSuD9tv17iXbpCxvpBMHW0qncHBUjzjA5R2WD59/s200/hat.jpg" width="187" /></a></div>
</li>
<li>hats - I have to wear a hat in the sun or I get sunstroke, so I have a lot. A lot. The one I wear when walking in the summer is like the one to the right only purple. But I tend to buy ball caps as souvenirs whenever I go anywhere.</li>
<li>leggings - softer the better (sensing a theme?) and I don't like them too tight, but I prefer them to any other kind of pants</li>
<li>t-shirt - you guessed it, I like them soft, and I hate it if the collar is small and touches my throat. I like v-necks a lot because of this.</li>
<li>sleeveless t-shirts - soft, cool, the best thing for summer</li>
<li>shawls - I have a couple I like for when it's cool in the house or cooler but not cold outside</li>
<li>sweater - I don't wear one often, but in the evening in spring and fall if I'm outside, they're great - I have a jack skelington one that goes to halfway down to my knees and it's gotten softer as it's been washed.</li>
<li>flip-flops - not the kind that separates the little toes from the big toe - I hate those, but the ones that have a strap across the top of your foot. There's these ones that are cushiony and super comfy and I wear them year round in the house (I have diabetes and have to be careful of my feet)</li>
<li>Okay, so there isn't actually ten. Honestly, I like my clothes comfy and easy to wear and while I will wear dresses and socks and shoes and whatnot when I have to, I don't particularly enjoy wearing any of them. </li>
</ol>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sean</div>
<div>
smut fixes everything</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-9492091723967189842020-05-11T12:09:00.000-04:002020-05-11T12:09:11.617-04:00Movie MondayWe were going to watch the three new Planet of the Apes moies, but it turns out none of them are available on the numerous streaming services that we have and I wasn't going to pay 14.99 for a movie that I have on blu-ray somewhere in the house. And yes, we were too lazy to go find the physical blu-rays!<br />
<br />
Instead I'll share the three series that we binged over the last week.<br />
<br />
Black Summer<br />
Upload<br />
Into the Night<br />
<br />
And<br />
just<br />
a<br />
little<br />
spoiler<br />
space<br />
<br />
Black Summer is a zombie show that is very intense. It follows about half a dozen people trying to make it from a suburb to a stadium downtown where the healthy are supposedly being airlifted out to safety. The main female hero put her daughter on a truck taking people there but wasn't able to go with her, so she's extremely motivated to get there to reunite with her girl. They pick people up along the way, and lose people along the way as well. The whole thing is like one long movie, and it's extremely intense. One episode in particular had me on the edge of my chair the entire time between the music and the situation. As always, it's the people and not the zombies who are the most horrific part of the show. If you like zombie stuff, I definitely recommend this one. And it ends in a good place, but I think there's another season coming as well.<br />
<br />
Upload is a short series - ten episodes iirc but they are all about a half hour. It's funny and sweet and has a mystery as well. It's very easy to binge and we watched it in a couple of evenings. Lots of characters, most of whom are just a little crazy at the very least. This one does end on a cliffhanger and I really hope that they do another season! Lots of fun and I'd recommend it.<br />
<br />
Into the Night is a Belgium production and it's intense and facinating, and the hubby who constantly bitches about shows who have science based stuff in them, was very pleased because every grumble or question he had, wound up being addressed. This is another one that feels more like a very long movie instead of episodes, so another one easy to binge - it was our weekend viewing. Very character driven and they were all very interesting and the acting was superb. The last one ends in a good place, but again totally open to another season, which I hope happens. I highly recommend this one.<br />
<br />
Happy Monday all!<br />
Sean<br />
smut fixes everything<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-64772213361097243472020-05-10T12:44:00.000-04:002020-05-10T12:49:22.852-04:00Happy Mother's Day to all those in the role of 'Mother"So with families having far more different make-ups than a man, a woman and kids these days, there are so many different people who are the 'mother'. Maybe you are a traditional mother. Maybe you're a single mother. Maybe you're a father who also fills the role of mother, maybe you're the mother of your friends group. Maybe you're the mom of your office. So for anyone who considers themselves a mother - Happy Mother's Day to you!<br />
<br />
The Mannies books all feature single dads and mannies, and I have a number of other books with families with two fathers. Here's an easy to access list.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWlxKmJanp1FQFCwqYIYQAZqrsTNZwpT3bs4uURCilLLg9dEVH9h1GgclAIqvB7hCaTPUEfQVOLB5fIM3ZGrhBMWOKR_l0JXTNDBo78c8cGXYJ2sZIuxuBwQCnwGTof2RpEtKT0VUnFrD/s1600/manniesincorporated1400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWlxKmJanp1FQFCwqYIYQAZqrsTNZwpT3bs4uURCilLLg9dEVH9h1GgclAIqvB7hCaTPUEfQVOLB5fIM3ZGrhBMWOKR_l0JXTNDBo78c8cGXYJ2sZIuxuBwQCnwGTof2RpEtKT0VUnFrD/s200/manniesincorporated1400.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<b>Mannies Incorporated</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mannies-Incorporated-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B01AWWA7OY/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/mannies-incorporated-3" target="_blank">Kobo </a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7j2b0j8Kom1vZbtEM3MGia-SCPeA126zkOAUdvQSpIzMHmJrtAy4TShwRnsfYJtF39HsTeTNRU69iAc8qjEYL6evB884xECPV-uoytOSOHTlOksg0NsALaaPw9trXD-aj9NVrqYnXUnpT/s1600/AfamilyofhisownManniesbook510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="510" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7j2b0j8Kom1vZbtEM3MGia-SCPeA126zkOAUdvQSpIzMHmJrtAy4TShwRnsfYJtF39HsTeTNRU69iAc8qjEYL6evB884xECPV-uoytOSOHTlOksg0NsALaaPw9trXD-aj9NVrqYnXUnpT/s200/AfamilyofhisownManniesbook510.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>A Family of His Own</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Family-His-Own-Mannies-Incorporated-ebook/dp/B01B5BE7DI/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/a-family-of-his-own-8" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP29wfZyqiXQVqmi5RqMPAZENiTyVbx78nef1LCGDe-CAX88X7YWVoM9bBBJP3E5dfR1AkJbKBM4fG1AISh6JJ72cWosTdQRDeLCL-ucSEfOqCDQeTAGUqXymY-o1OAeylkqEL59IOqS84/s1600/AndMannymakessevenmannies510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="510" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP29wfZyqiXQVqmi5RqMPAZENiTyVbx78nef1LCGDe-CAX88X7YWVoM9bBBJP3E5dfR1AkJbKBM4fG1AISh6JJ72cWosTdQRDeLCL-ucSEfOqCDQeTAGUqXymY-o1OAeylkqEL59IOqS84/s200/AndMannymakessevenmannies510.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>And Manny Makes Seven</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Manny-Makes-Seven-Mannies-Incorporated-ebook/dp/B01B5BE7E2/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/and-manny-makes-seven" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyX2wsXeezG8FYtUehZhEyqXSmj7ijaMkyD0-M1ixJOlwh4gBoxgthCZooz8zT5z790mD_StKhfbaYgROLET9e5JeBkmvUXNVQ8Rlh6nyf_AdVanyJmupMRlq2wcxLd-pS6P0bLD-2EQC/s1600/threetogetready510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="510" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyX2wsXeezG8FYtUehZhEyqXSmj7ijaMkyD0-M1ixJOlwh4gBoxgthCZooz8zT5z790mD_StKhfbaYgROLET9e5JeBkmvUXNVQ8Rlh6nyf_AdVanyJmupMRlq2wcxLd-pS6P0bLD-2EQC/s200/threetogetready510.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Three To Get Ready</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Three-Get-Ready-Mannies-Incorporated-ebook/dp/B019D7KH4E/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/three-to-get-ready-2" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLM3VfMnCm8vHeBiLl3DJ6ITdD02HrvyQAbHHhch_NY9etkbBoRT8IJP_dGqlKkcFGymeqY9C9vFbkY_HVnAlDQazygFgi7-DxNANltbP3nF1IfTqobUXjiRNWdFerWg4BVUD_X5l92jc_/s1600/Making-it-WORK1400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLM3VfMnCm8vHeBiLl3DJ6ITdD02HrvyQAbHHhch_NY9etkbBoRT8IJP_dGqlKkcFGymeqY9C9vFbkY_HVnAlDQazygFgi7-DxNANltbP3nF1IfTqobUXjiRNWdFerWg4BVUD_X5l92jc_/s200/Making-it-WORK1400.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Making it Work</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Making-Work-Mannies-Incorporated-Book-ebook/dp/B01N2U267H/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/making-it-work-8" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNYHujoia994jWYJU7jFieqIsCneons9PQ9GXi3brKKKAVMhLfHlRkVFyrg11XKq-l5NvYpfmutV-MTa69foAocgb9MnoogJw0ey9VFQ4VfExJI5vmUD4wMNSIh_EulkUssZDDQyHiQ14/s1600/familyportrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNYHujoia994jWYJU7jFieqIsCneons9PQ9GXi3brKKKAVMhLfHlRkVFyrg11XKq-l5NvYpfmutV-MTa69foAocgb9MnoogJw0ey9VFQ4VfExJI5vmUD4wMNSIh_EulkUssZDDQyHiQ14/s200/familyportrait.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Family Portrait</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Family-Portrait-Mannies-Incorporated-Novel-ebook/dp/B07MKBYCJ8/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/family-portrait-7" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmlUW7_jfvIIynXdd0Ztgc4BU3YNAB5BkqF3DgU-i6ot1qkjODYzkefdbEbV212cGezaDgL-Ww2En4fZNh2UbESdwRfDBwGA6GzVMjTfEq45osejRkRzQyDchYzCFicI3mzH1bgMkRL_5/s1600/composingafamily510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmlUW7_jfvIIynXdd0Ztgc4BU3YNAB5BkqF3DgU-i6ot1qkjODYzkefdbEbV212cGezaDgL-Ww2En4fZNh2UbESdwRfDBwGA6GzVMjTfEq45osejRkRzQyDchYzCFicI3mzH1bgMkRL_5/s200/composingafamily510.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Composing a Family</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Composing-Family-Mannies-Incorporated-Novel-ebook/dp/B078H9VJ7Z/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/composing-a-family" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTCT8s2PiRqeDPCAvy21n4ZNyISt-WPn6OmVfpS65XsGHT0fTRVQpiJ7y31m0zuc4PUuQKr-xXZh3ghBab_IP_wfoqIQFh-TGJvJTZTPK-mOKxrVQXVPLIzgEEgJQoWrR1SMUk2mA35fW/s1600/stressandthemoderndad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTCT8s2PiRqeDPCAvy21n4ZNyISt-WPn6OmVfpS65XsGHT0fTRVQpiJ7y31m0zuc4PUuQKr-xXZh3ghBab_IP_wfoqIQFh-TGJvJTZTPK-mOKxrVQXVPLIzgEEgJQoWrR1SMUk2mA35fW/s200/stressandthemoderndad.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Stress and the Modern Dad</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stress-Modern-Mannies-Incorporated-Book-ebook/dp/B08271KQMQ/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/stress-and-the-modern-dad" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQBHYWX3spYr5shDeklGsw8_G0CcTQZiwTop2q5F8GGgPz70FypHzOSv0inCNRg6WVyWvFxkRqAKDy-CESBWxDVh1_mJl5X02P11vQA6NBg2nwNj6ZjYL0sgcGDokbFw7o6_kzsD_Uqi-/s1600/First-Steps-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQBHYWX3spYr5shDeklGsw8_G0CcTQZiwTop2q5F8GGgPz70FypHzOSv0inCNRg6WVyWvFxkRqAKDy-CESBWxDVh1_mJl5X02P11vQA6NBg2nwNj6ZjYL0sgcGDokbFw7o6_kzsD_Uqi-/s200/First-Steps-Kindle.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>First Steps</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/First-Steps-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B086R1QRZ5/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/first-steps-18" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4gXi05I37NqmDrX90qy0fD3fPyt8BwAozMguo77mjl2BS66Ne53pquHeQDNKJGS79pABexYYqBEyKUkbkW1o1tUBtl1PwX8q-4sB3dAO0SHDXsaI_FLCRJnm4ouJWwml7TL4lqJKfucA/s1600/Daddy-Needs-a-Date-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4gXi05I37NqmDrX90qy0fD3fPyt8BwAozMguo77mjl2BS66Ne53pquHeQDNKJGS79pABexYYqBEyKUkbkW1o1tUBtl1PwX8q-4sB3dAO0SHDXsaI_FLCRJnm4ouJWwml7TL4lqJKfucA/s200/Daddy-Needs-a-Date-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Daddy Needs a Date</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Daddy-Needs-Date-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B082VKG3DG/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/daddy-needs-a-date-1" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCMl5ZoWZPq7dBWsylhuiUEjSAJw_SUuS-jZcmWRhrQfhHOO7-remsq1DZbKDj6KaoL05AM4eIlJ0Ol67CL8nc1PZ99NhqjL5T6O36yd2ay6deoZAKLidPBbYuY2dZeSqidb39wz1EMZH/s1600/Daddy-Daddy-and-Me-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCMl5ZoWZPq7dBWsylhuiUEjSAJw_SUuS-jZcmWRhrQfhHOO7-remsq1DZbKDj6KaoL05AM4eIlJ0Ol67CL8nc1PZ99NhqjL5T6O36yd2ay6deoZAKLidPBbYuY2dZeSqidb39wz1EMZH/s200/Daddy-Daddy-and-Me-Kindle.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Daddy, Daddy and Me</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Daddy-Me-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B0881Z1G4B/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/daddy-daddy-and-me-2" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6V0FcE0-BA0HQzHh2SODVT4GoJna5naS2CUDUnah3mzGJHHfEDgHMnVYA137v72wDMHekC7-2vVuj9raPqJ01DO2dx-IRrISQPbh2zRr_S3Cozyz8uN8yPFBZ-3ZI7j346tFIaMny5j5/s1600/Unlikely-Hero-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6V0FcE0-BA0HQzHh2SODVT4GoJna5naS2CUDUnah3mzGJHHfEDgHMnVYA137v72wDMHekC7-2vVuj9raPqJ01DO2dx-IRrISQPbh2zRr_S3Cozyz8uN8yPFBZ-3ZI7j346tFIaMny5j5/s200/Unlikely-Hero-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Unlikely Hero</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Hero-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B0884NYPG9/" target="_blank">Amazon </a>or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/unlikely-hero-15" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxe6jlYuug4MeAQgC3YGVs5YgggkicB2dUK8HfbqFaXyFbtBjsasQiH59Yf1z_s7ySluiUB0wVx-6f77XI8OnCFcXrfzhzcRg_NVWhhfDbWO6H7NtIBUrqIKpkCl_SRi1eGJXr01ZdOgz/s1600/Add-Love-And-Mix-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxe6jlYuug4MeAQgC3YGVs5YgggkicB2dUK8HfbqFaXyFbtBjsasQiH59Yf1z_s7ySluiUB0wVx-6f77XI8OnCFcXrfzhzcRg_NVWhhfDbWO6H7NtIBUrqIKpkCl_SRi1eGJXr01ZdOgz/s200/Add-Love-And-Mix-Kobo.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Add Love and Mix</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Add-Love-Mix-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B082VNWHBC/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/add-love-and-mix-2" target="_blank"> Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6py7YXki71Gh_o8QKJ2zFTmKJuQq6QziRh04UHeqJ40l4gf_KbkRob5UH9_4IrCoUkbZ_KjnZvhgMMaOgStiH12DNJrZk2oUzCIW1qW3Vs8YsGwDm6JilfLdlfUVK4I78YH6E5d4ldbMs/s1600/Of-Love-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1068" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6py7YXki71Gh_o8QKJ2zFTmKJuQq6QziRh04UHeqJ40l4gf_KbkRob5UH9_4IrCoUkbZ_KjnZvhgMMaOgStiH12DNJrZk2oUzCIW1qW3Vs8YsGwDm6JilfLdlfUVK4I78YH6E5d4ldbMs/s200/Of-Love-Kindle.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Of Love</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Love-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B07XSBYDKY/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> - Kobo coming soon!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTBzc7NaKHNuyIY2dg-7xif5bY5hfvGw3GexuleEm_msWF9fhmBfP0it_lJ2MbqEbLt7ob_j5JCJixgOCDFYu3bGyer3XUPuVlbKH9imn4DGMeqFnEqOuqNjFsqOIKJ4h7PkaJ0L3lUj_/s1600/Inheritance-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTBzc7NaKHNuyIY2dg-7xif5bY5hfvGw3GexuleEm_msWF9fhmBfP0it_lJ2MbqEbLt7ob_j5JCJixgOCDFYu3bGyer3XUPuVlbKH9imn4DGMeqFnEqOuqNjFsqOIKJ4h7PkaJ0L3lUj_/s200/Inheritance-Kindle.jpg" width="133" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Inheritance</b><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Inheritance-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B085969SRG/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/inheritance-136" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Happy Mother's Day!<br />
Sean<br />
smut fixes everythingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-33411255175548423682020-05-09T01:30:00.000-04:002020-05-09T01:30:05.649-04:00Smutterday - Unlikely HeroAs promised, here is a smutty excerpt of Unlikely Hero, which is back up on Kobo and Amazon.<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Unlikely Hero</b><br />
<br />
When his three-year-old daughter is kidnapped, Eric Wilson doesn’t have many options, and time is running out. With nowhere else to turn, he reaches out to his ex, influential businessman Brock Vencenza, whose money and contacts might be able to save Josie.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjy8Db12ES76IMmahyTxptPGQM800F8Q21Rug0a7lAb3eJJkT7xT9FloGLQQ6Z5TmPwu2RLUForEvDIpFQk1k9JY9PjtajDc17Vdbdxm58GvyKFSw6CRfNs944pRtPWokBVEnLoO4qG7V/s1600/Unlikely-Hero-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjy8Db12ES76IMmahyTxptPGQM800F8Q21Rug0a7lAb3eJJkT7xT9FloGLQQ6Z5TmPwu2RLUForEvDIpFQk1k9JY9PjtajDc17Vdbdxm58GvyKFSw6CRfNs944pRtPWokBVEnLoO4qG7V/s320/Unlikely-Hero-Kobo.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
Brock never got over Eric’s loss, and he’s more than willing to help when Eric needs him most. Together with law enforcement and private security, they embark on a twisting investigation to find the little girl—and who wants to hurt her and destroy both men in the process. Under the circumstances, confessing he still has feelings for Eric would be inappropriate, but Brock can’t deny what’s in his heart. He doesn’t know if their love can be rekindled or if he can even protect Eric and Josie. But one thing is certain: Brock’s determined to be the hero in reality that he is in Eric’s eyes.<br />
<br />
Originally released by other publishers.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy links</b>:</div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/unlikely-hero-15" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Hero-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B0884NYPG9/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Smutty Excerpt</b>: </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
He surprised himself, and probably Eric, too, by kissing him on the mouth. Eric’s lips were as soft, as warm as he remembered from earlier, that body lean and angular where it pressed against him. Groaning, he deepened the kiss; his tongue slipped into Eric’s mouth. He felt Eric’s moan as well as heard it, Eric’s tongue sliding against his own.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Need surged through his body, sudden and unexpected. Brock groaned and slid his hand around Eric’s head, fingers tangling in the raw silk of that soft hair. Eric’s hand slipped up his arms, wrapped around his shoulders. It felt good. Really good.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He kept kissing Eric, not wanting to think, just feel and enjoy this moment. He could feel Eric’s cock, full, pressed against his thigh, a hot bulge in the soft slacks. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. Hell, he wasn’t sure Eric was even up for this.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He didn’t stop, though. He just let himself get lost in Eric’s mouth.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Take me to bed. Touch me. Please.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Anything you want, baby.” He meant it, too. He’d do anything for Eric.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He leaned them back onto the bed, fingers searching for skin. Eric wrapped around him, the low hum filling his lips. He found the hem on Eric’s shirt and slowly pushed it up, his fingertips moving over skin.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Eric was soft, smooth, warm under his fingertips. So good. Then his fingers hit the scars. A surge of anger went through him, and his fingers curled into fists.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Hey, they’re kinda hot, huh?” Eric pulled back, gave him a wan, worried smile.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He chuckled and leaned in to kiss Eric. “Once that kid is locked up, then they’ll be hot.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Promise?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He sobered and met Eric’s eyes. “I do.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Okay.” Eric took his hand, pressed it flat against that taut belly.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“You want me to make love to you?” He would. He wanted to.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Only if you want it, too. If you don’t, I’ll just rest close.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“As long as I won’t hurt you, I want it, too.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Then love me, Brock. I… I haven’t.” Eric pushed close, lips pressing against his.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He deepened the kiss immediately, tongue sliding into Eric’s mouth, tasting salt. Eric moaned, fingers pushing into his hair and dragging him in closer. He was careful, not rolling Eric beneath him, but kissing with growing passion.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Eric wasn’t as careful; those fingers opened buttons and pushed to touch his skin, to touch him. He groaned, arching into the little strokes and pinches.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I want you. All of you. God, you’re still so fine….” Eric’s voice trailed off.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should just jack each other off.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Let me taste you.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to say no to that; he wasn’t sure he could. “Okay.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Eric slid down, lips soft and hot on his chest, on his belly. Around the tip of his cock.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Baby. God.” His hands found Eric’s head again, fingers catching in Eric’s hair.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“You still smell so good.” Eric opened, tongue sliding over his skin. The things that came out of Eric’s mouth.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He spread his legs restlessly.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Mmm-hmm.” Fingers dragged up along his inner thighs, pressing in deep.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I forgot how good you are at this.” Only he hadn’t. Not really.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I like it.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He hadn’t forgotten that. “It’s good from this end, too.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Eric groaned, cheek sliding against his cock, the stubble there barely rasping.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Please.” He whimpered, hips jerking.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Yeah….” Eric’s lips were perfect—hot and wet and tight and perfect. He looked down his body, watching in amazement and pleasure as Eric’s head bobbed. He’d thought he’d never see that sight again.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sean</div>
<div>
smut fixes everything</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-70639839332111580732020-05-07T12:20:00.003-04:002020-05-07T12:20:55.661-04:00Throwback ThursdaySome years back I started a new series called The Kennel Klub about a BDSM club where men could come and be matched up with shifter subs. I did two books in the series and the publisher stopped paying then closed down (a more and more familiar story and why I now self-publish almost exclusively!)<br />
<br />
Anyway. The two books are now self-published. They've been on Amazon for a while, but have just been added to Kobo.<br />
<br />
<b><br /></b>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zaqV1d5sNivVQgsMUK-yNb89x48fTGoHGJL_JvKqqueE5R0EpfLdEqXGDtXBdNsqM4KWJ2EOaCLQuDgtJ5j1X_K69QdeRL9kwxpHPml25Zazrnt-oq1ykqS5iySFZTcruemLGhGDC5ND/s1600/Brush-and-Whip-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zaqV1d5sNivVQgsMUK-yNb89x48fTGoHGJL_JvKqqueE5R0EpfLdEqXGDtXBdNsqM4KWJ2EOaCLQuDgtJ5j1X_K69QdeRL9kwxpHPml25Zazrnt-oq1ykqS5iySFZTcruemLGhGDC5ND/s320/Brush-and-Whip-Kindle.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>
<b>Brush and Whip</b><br />
<br />
The Kennel Klub takes pride in matching dominant shifters with the perfect mate. Theo Brundy is looking for just that: someone to pleasure, to love, to take care of. Having lived most of his life forced into his were form by the cruel man who killed his parents, Theo uses his human form as a shield, both physically and emotionally. No one can hurt him if he's human.<br />
<br />
Drew hasn't shifted in more than a year. After spending his life serving a cruel alpha, he was cast aside when the alpha married another. Drew has found that it's easier to protect himself if he's a wolf. A sub at heart, Drew is both apprehensive and desirous of the idea of losing control.<br />
<br />
Can these two men find what they need in each other, both in bed and out of it?<br />
<br />
Previously released by another publisher.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
buy links:</div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Brush-Whip-Kennel-Klub-Book-ebook/dp/B06XJRFPYT/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/brush-and-whip-1" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHmkkHKIV_9ECkgJgzZKMnz7WsQSVXFmkHyLgSakV0izOmgn6Y-vH909arvEzPuH7Axl4K3_9w65MybMlae-I01whP4EsCDC8_3lWl5x8FCbCATkl9jXCFM0OHtb1G3o32IJWhfeZrwBK/s1600/Pack-and-Mate-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWHmkkHKIV_9ECkgJgzZKMnz7WsQSVXFmkHyLgSakV0izOmgn6Y-vH909arvEzPuH7Axl4K3_9w65MybMlae-I01whP4EsCDC8_3lWl5x8FCbCATkl9jXCFM0OHtb1G3o32IJWhfeZrwBK/s320/Pack-and-Mate-Kindle.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>
<div>
<b>Pack and Mate</b></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
New to the city, Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sweet beta werewolf Finn is at a party for his cousin’s collaring when he first meets Cort. It’s just too bad Finn has to leave with his twin brother and packmates before the two can really connect.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Cort, Alpha male all the way, is immediately drawn to Finn and knows the sweet pup is his mate and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does, is he going to be able to convince Finn that they belong together? Or will Finn’s family commitments keep them apart?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Previously released by another publisher.</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
buy links:</div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Pack-Mate-Kennel-Klub-Book-ebook/dp/B06XK7LZ18/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/pack-and-mate-1" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sean </div>
<div>
smut fixes everything</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-84235172476648308172020-05-06T12:16:00.000-04:002020-05-06T12:16:39.545-04:00Book Day WednesdayI put Unlikely Hero back up on Kobo and Amazon - and it finally turned up on Amazon! So yay!<br />
<br />
Unlikely Hero was a lot of fun to write, between the kidnapping, the former lovers, the kid, the hurt/comfort, it's got a little bit of everything in it! There's an excerpt below, and I'll do a smutty excerpt from it on Saturday :)<br />
<br />
<b>Unlikely Hero</b><br />
<br />
When his three-year-old daughter is kidnapped, Eric Wilson doesn’t have many options, and time is running out. With nowhere else to turn, he reaches out to his ex, influential businessman Brock Vencenza, whose money and contacts might be able to save Josie.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjy8Db12ES76IMmahyTxptPGQM800F8Q21Rug0a7lAb3eJJkT7xT9FloGLQQ6Z5TmPwu2RLUForEvDIpFQk1k9JY9PjtajDc17Vdbdxm58GvyKFSw6CRfNs944pRtPWokBVEnLoO4qG7V/s1600/Unlikely-Hero-Kobo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjy8Db12ES76IMmahyTxptPGQM800F8Q21Rug0a7lAb3eJJkT7xT9FloGLQQ6Z5TmPwu2RLUForEvDIpFQk1k9JY9PjtajDc17Vdbdxm58GvyKFSw6CRfNs944pRtPWokBVEnLoO4qG7V/s320/Unlikely-Hero-Kobo.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
Brock never got over Eric’s loss, and he’s more than willing to help when Eric needs him most. Together with law enforcement and private security, they embark on a twisting investigation to find the little girl—and who wants to hurt her and destroy both men in the process. Under the circumstances, confessing he still has feelings for Eric would be inappropriate, but Brock can’t deny what’s in his heart. He doesn’t know if their love can be rekindled or if he can even protect Eric and Josie. But one thing is certain: Brock’s determined to be the hero in reality that he is in Eric’s eyes.<br />
<br />
Originally released by other publishers.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Buy links</b>:</div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/unlikely-hero-15" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Unlikely-Hero-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B0884NYPG9/" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b>Excerpt</b>: </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
BROCK VENCENZA glad-handed the board members, smiling and nodding, making all the right noises. He just had to wrap this up and then he was off to the Cayman Islands for some richly deserved R & R. Deep-sea fishing, baby.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He saw the last concerned stockholder out the door and headed for his desk, closed down his computer, and tossed a few files into the in-box for Stephanie.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Speak of an angel; his intercom buzzed, Stephanie’s voice coming next. “Brock, there’s an Eric on the phone, says he has to talk to you. He won’t even give me his last name, sir.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brock frowned. Eric? Now there was a name he hadn’t heard in a while. Years. A lot of years. Enough years that it couldn’t be the Eric his mind had automatically pulled up.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“It’s probably just a salesman, Steph. Tell him I’m on vacation.” His yacht was calling to him. Calling.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I already did. Brock, he sounds too upset to be a salesman.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brock growled. “Fine. Put him through.” Steph was getting soft if she couldn’t put off a nuisance call. He pressed the button for the outgoing line and barked out his name.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Brock? Brock, it’s me. Please, love. I need help.” It was his Eric—his silly, goofy, soft-hearted, ridiculously idealistic to the point of absolute fucking madness Eric—with hysteria in his voice.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It might have been nine years and Eric might have dumped his ass hard, but Brock didn’t even hesitate. “What do you need?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Help. Someone’s kidnapped my daughter.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brock stood and grabbed his briefcase. “Where are you?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I’m downstairs. The security guard wouldn’t let me in. Please, Brock. Josie’s only three. She’s got to be so scared.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Don’t move. I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and nodded to Steph as he passed her desk on the way to the elevators. “I’m off. You know the cell number if there’s an emergency.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Have fun, Brock.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He nodded to her again as the elevator came.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Two minutes later he was in the lobby, scanning it for his ex. God, nine years. That was a lot of fucking water under bridges that were long ago burned.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Eric Wilson stood there, looking completely out of place in the glass and steel modernity of the lobby, reminding Brock oddly of the Scarecrow from Oz—still as skinny as always, dressed in a button-down, a pair of khakis, a ball cap. Jesus. The man had no fashion sense and was all arms and legs and nose and huge blue eyes and…. Right. Zero fashion sense.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
None.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And he looked like he was stressed to the gills.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Eric.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Brock.” Eric ran over to him, face drawn, eyes shining. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He put an arm around Eric’s lean shoulders and pulled him in for a quick, hard hug. “No problem, baby.” He drew Eric into a quiet corner. “Have you called the cops?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“No. No, the note said they’d kill her. I just… it’s been almost two hours.” Liquid baby blues stared at him, pupils huge.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“You have the note?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“I do.” Shaking fingers handed it over, the words already smeared with sweat.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We have your dotter, fag. We want $100,000 or she dies. We’ll call at 7. Have $$ redy. Dont call the cops or she dies.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Okay, you need a scotch.” Or a Valium. Maybe both. “Come on.” He grabbed Eric’s arm and led him out to the parking lot where his Lexus waited.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“What—what do I do? I don’t….” Eric walked beside him, staying close. “God, if something happens to her, I’ll never forgive myself.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brock opened the passenger door for Eric and then went around and got into the driver’s side. “We get you a drink. We pick up the money. We get my people on it.” He unlocked his cell phone and dialed the number for the company that did his security. He was friends with the owner; Gordon was a good man.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Eric clicked his seat belt on, reaching for his wallet.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Brock looked at him. “What are you doing?” Before Eric could answer, a cool woman’s voice said, “Bidden Security, how may I direct your call?”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Anita? This is Brock Vencenza. I need to speak to Gordon. It’s an emergency.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
“Of course, Mr. Vencenza. Right away.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The line went quiet, and then Eric handed over a picture of a beautiful, laughing little Chinese girl. “This is her, about a month ago.”</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
He handed the picture back and squeezed Eric’s hand. “It’s going to be okay, baby. We’re going to get her back.”</div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Sean</div>
<div>
smut fixes everything</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2464278049723616529.post-12611654361389395042020-05-02T01:30:00.000-04:002020-05-05T12:23:52.450-04:00Smutterday - Daddy, Daddy, and MeAs promised, here is a smutty excerpt of Daddy, Daddy and Me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Daddy, Daddy and Me</b><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3L1-7Rv8SUydj1OUnyNvN43EihXeT5l2Fv5RLymXX1aE-iE5bjIjsulWHbHTrAweeNiG0dsJl39u3nCRRz3Wn_CkojTCT8RVo6VfrXW2MLSV6MjIcnMj7N4_6XTKejASXEm99YYbqdJa/s1600/Daddy-Daddy-and-Me-Kindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3L1-7Rv8SUydj1OUnyNvN43EihXeT5l2Fv5RLymXX1aE-iE5bjIjsulWHbHTrAweeNiG0dsJl39u3nCRRz3Wn_CkojTCT8RVo6VfrXW2MLSV6MjIcnMj7N4_6XTKejASXEm99YYbqdJa/s320/Daddy-Daddy-and-Me-Kindle.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>
When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three-year-old motherless. Beth’s loss has totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn’t anywhere near childproof, and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with Jeff’s time off.<br />
<br />
Donny has always known he wanted to work with kids, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn’t count on the prejudice he’d face as not only a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job-hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff’s door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks maybe he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.<br />
<br />
Becoming the nanny to Jeff’s children might be a dream come true for Danny and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either of them ready to really be a family?<br />
<br />
Originally released by other publishers<br />
<br />
Buy links:<br />
<a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/daddy-daddy-and-me-2" target="_blank">Kobo</a><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Daddy-Me-Sean-Michael-ebook/dp/B0881Z1G4B/" target="_blank">Amazon</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Smutty Excerpt:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
They settled at the table, next to each other, leaving the
door open so they could still hear the kids if they woke up.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don made happy noises as he ate—he always let Jeff know his
cooking was appreciated, even if it was just something simple like a bacon
sandwich.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jeff found himself watching, enjoying Don, who sucked on one
of his fingers, licking it clean. Jeff moaned, then buried his face in his
sausage.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don frowned at him. “You okay?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah. Fine.” He took a big bite.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don shrugged and went back to eating, including some more
finger licking when he was done demolishing the food and ran his fingers
through the leftover syrup on his plate.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jeff was going to fucking die. He had to go find someone and
get laid.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don looked over and smiled. “Thanks—this was awesome.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He tried to answer, but his mouth was dry, so he cleared his
throat. “You’re welcome.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’s gaze lingered, his smile slowly fading as he stared.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I….” Oh fuck. Oh fuck, he wanted.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah.” Don licked his lips. “You’re… you’re fucking
gorgeous, man.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I want to kiss you.” The ache in his belly wasn’t getting
better. “It’s a bad fucking idea, but I do.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don bit his lower lip. “Oh God. That’s what I want too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We shouldn’t.” He reached out, tugged Don’s lip from his
teeth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No, we shouldn’t.” Don’s lips surrounded Jeff’s fingertip.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jeff’s knees got weak. Oh fuck….<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’s eyelids dropped to half-closed, his teeth scraping
along Jeff’s finger before letting go. “Wrong, huh?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh-huh.” He leaned forward, brought their faces closer
together.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“So we shouldn’t do this?” Don’s lips touched his, the
gentle kiss sparking brightly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“No.” He wrapped one hand around Don’s nape and tugged them
together. This kiss was less gentle, more about learning if that chemistry was
real or merely late-night maple syrup.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’s lips parted beneath his, the electricity between them
sudden and undeniable. Jeff slipped his tongue into Don’s mouth, the tip
touching Don’s before he drew it out and used it to trace the curve of that
soft bottom lip.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’s groan filled his mouth as a soft hand landed on his
shoulder and Don’s fingers curled on his skin. Jeff scooted forward, deepening
the kiss, letting his tongue press deeper. Don’s other hand landed on Jeff’s head,
gripping his hair as Don opened right up to him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuck. He’d never once have imagined sweet, gentle Don as
this… needy, forward man. It was hot as hell, and he met that passion head-on.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don moved out of his chair, kneeled in front of Jeff, and pressed
close as the kisses deepened even further. Oh thank God. Those chairs weren’t
going to hold both of them. Jeff wrapped his arms around Don, gathering the
slim body close.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He could feel Don’s cock pressing against his belly through
their clothes, the heat and hardness confirming what the kisses were telling
him. His body was equally as hard, as interested, as desirous.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don fed him a needy, hungry little noise, body humping
against his.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Want you.” Jeff groaned the word against those soft lips as
he reached down, cupped that lovely cock.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh damn.” Don bucked into his touch, the words hardly more
than needful whimpers.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jeff pushed his fingers into the loose sweats Don wore,
wrapped his fingers around Don’s erection, and started tugging, yanking in
steady, sure pulls.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh God.” Don’s breath stuttered, his whole body going tight
for a moment. Then he moaned softly and began to move, pushing into Jeff’s
hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That was it. Like that. Jeff wanted to feel that.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One hand still wrapped in his hair, the other clinging to
his shoulder, Don kept moving, undulating, and filling Jeff’s mouth with gasps
and excited moans. Jeff watched every second, drank in the need and hunger on Don’s
face. He could…. Damn.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh please. Oh. Soon. Jeff….” The words were breathless.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You’re okay. Come on. So hot, Don.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Fuck!” Don’s eyes went wide, and hot spunk poured over
Jeff’s hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He mashed their lips together again, this kiss long and
slow; the only thing keeping it from being lazy was his need. Don’s hands
fumbled at his waist, finding and undoing the ties to his chefs’ whites.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Oh damn.” He spread, nodded. “Yes, please.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don pushed Jeff’s pants down, went for his cock, and got a
hand around it. “Oh wow. Can I taste?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
All Jeff could do was groan as his ass lifted from the chair
in a restless little thrust. “Uh-huh.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don bent over him, tongue flicking out to lick across the tip
of his prick.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Don!” The chair arms squeaked as his hands clenched.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don’s answer was to wrap hot lips around the head, the
suction sudden and oh so good. Jeff’s head fell back, his throat working as he
pushed up, fucked Don’s lips. Don took him in, hand at the base of his cock to jack
it as Don’s tongue licked and slapped. Jesus, Don was good at that. Too good.
Brutally good.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don kept sucking, kept pulling, making Jeff feel like a
million bucks, like he was fucking going to explode. His balls drew up tight,
his heart skipping a beat. Don hummed, letting go of Jeff’s cock so he could
push all the way into Don’s throat.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That was all it took. Jeff shot hard, thrusting into Don’s
mouth. Don swallowed him down, tongue busy making sure Jeff got as much out of this
orgasm as humanly possible.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By the time Don’s lips left his cock, he was panting,
sweating, boneless in the chair. Don stayed kneeling in front of him, head on
his thigh.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I. Wow. Damn.” His world was spinning.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Uh-huh.” He could feel Don’s smile against his thigh. “Even
your spunk tastes good. Gourmet.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He blinked, then cracked up, laughing hard, tickled deep
down. Don grinned at him and slipped back into his own chair, adjusting
himself.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I… I should make waffles more often.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Donny’s gaze met his, held it. “I’d like that.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Yeah.” Damn. Just… damn.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Donny bit his lower lip, looked like he was going to say
something for a moment, but in the end, didn’t.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jeff reached out, touched Don’s leg. “You okay? I mean, you
can talk to me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I, uh….” Don cleared his throat. “I don’t want you to think
this is why I took the job.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Don, when you took the job, I hadn’t slept in two weeks,
and I was insane. No one’s that masochistic.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That had Don chuckling, clearly relaxing. “It’s not going to
make it weird between us, is it? I don’t want things to be weird.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t. I like you too
much to fuck this up.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Don nodded. “Ditto.” Then Don leaned in again, lips pressing
softly against Jeff’s. When Don pulled back, he was smiling, eyes soft, happy.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You want to”—He blushed, heat rising in his cheeks—“come talk
to me while I do dishes?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’d like that. I could even dry.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Jeff nodded, stood, not able to stop a smile from spreading
over his face. “It’s a deal.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span></div>
<br />
<br />
Sean<br />
smut fixes everythingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1