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Showing posts with label dragon soul series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dragon soul series. Show all posts
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Sneak Peek Sunday
I have the cover for book 4 of the Dragon Soul Series! Born to Air is Mark's story and it will be available in June and available for pre-order soon! I do love the covers for these books.
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Sneak Peek Sunday
For a Sneak Peek today I've got a bit of Bound by Thorns - the third book in the Dragon Soul Series. It will be out on September 25 and is available for pre-order at Amazon! Still loving all the covers in this series.
Bound by Thorns
Meet the Beteferoce brothers: five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
Park ranger Luke Beteferoce likes the quiet of the forest—a place he can be alone. The dragon shifter keeps himself busy maintaining his territory in the park…that is, until he meets ex-soldier Greyson Paulson. Suddenly, Luke finds himself thinking of all sorts of scenarios that involve Greyson. And with the kind of tension he's feeling, hot, sweaty, nonkinky sex is only the beginning.
While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way.
Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny.
Book three in the Dragon Soul series is available for pre-order on Amazon.
Excerpt:
The snow was whiter out here. In the city it turned gray so quickly; here it just built up around the cabin and insulated the world, leaving him alone with his whiskey and his private war.
Greyson had never been anywhere this isolated. It wasn’t a matter of his nearest neighbor being a certain distance away—he had no nearest neighbor.
The whiskey burned all the way down and he winced. He needed to grab wood. He needed to make a tin of soup. He needed to do a lot of shit.
What he did was sit and watch the snow.
The leafless trees made interesting shadows and he watched them moving, changing with the wind. That one there looked like a dragon, big wings flapping across the landscape. Then the next looked like a missile, and he closed his eyes against the memory of fire licking against him, of the shrapnel biting into him.
No. No. Eyes open. Focus. Snow. White. Cold. Implacable. The snow simply was.
Greyson took another swig of the whiskey and let it drown him that much more. Please, God, I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to dream.
A crunching noise made itself known, getting slowly louder, drawing near.
He frowned and stood on shaky legs, looking out the window. No one was supposed to know he was here. No one was supposed to be here. No one.
A guy geared up for the winter appeared, some sort of insignia on his sleeve. He kept coming toward Greyson and he didn’t disappear. Not a hallucination, then.
“Great. Fuck.” He made sure the door was locked, closed the curtain. He wasn’t talking to anyone.
The knocks on the door sounded like shots, breaking the heavy silence.
“Go away. I don’t want any.”
“Park ranger. Open up.”
Goddammit, he didn’t want to see anyone. He imagined “park ranger” was as good as “police” out here in the extreme boonies, though, and not answering the door was going to be more trouble than not.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He opened the door. Christ, he hadn’t changed clothes in two days. At least. “What can I do for you?”
“You can tell me who you are, what you’re doing here and how long you’re staying.” The voice was all growl.
“I’m just a guy. I rented this cabin. And as long as I want to.” He could snap with the best of them.
The ranger crossed his arms. “This land is a part of the park, so you’re in my territory. You respect that. You respect the land.”
Greyson snapped to attention and saluted.
Piercing dark green eyes narrowed. “Are you sassing me?”
Sassing? Really? Did he look like a fucking twelve-year-old? He’d been a fucking sergeant for Christ’s sake. “I am. I rented this place. I’m not hurting anything.” And he’d asked for their most isolated cabin when he’d made the arrangements. He hadn’t wanted to be bothered.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Yup.” It took the edge off the constant ache in his thigh and made the daily muscle cramps and shooting pains more or less tolerable. Not that it was any of this asshole’s business.
“Out here all by yourself? You might want to reconsider. If you forget to put on winter clothes when you go out—or even if you do, but pass out in the snow—it’ll kill you. And then there will be paperwork. I don’t like paperwork.”
“Paperwork. God forbid. I’ll try not to freeze to death on your watch.” He’d bet dying like that wouldn’t hurt.
“See that you don’t. I’ll be back to make sure of it. You got enough fuel? Food? Water?” The words were concerned, the tone more exasperated.
“I think so, yeah. Thanks.” Did he? How the hell did he know? He’d never done this before. But he wasn’t about to tell Dudley Do-Right that.
“You think so?” Dudley snorted. “I’ll be back. Try not to die before then.”
The guy was huge, and, Greyson imagined, intimidating, if he was in a place to be intimidated. Either way, Greyson wasn’t fucking impressed.
“I’ll do my best. Have a fab day.” Asshat.
That earned him another snort. “Ditto.”
“Yeah.” He closed the door with a click, locked it, and stumbled to his chair.
The crunching of the ranger’s footsteps faded away, leaving him alone in the woods once again.
Alone with his nightmares. Alone with the snow.
It was all he needed.
Bound by Thorns
Meet the Beteferoce brothers: five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way.
Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny.
Book three in the Dragon Soul series is available for pre-order on Amazon.
Excerpt:
The snow was whiter out here. In the city it turned gray so quickly; here it just built up around the cabin and insulated the world, leaving him alone with his whiskey and his private war.
Greyson had never been anywhere this isolated. It wasn’t a matter of his nearest neighbor being a certain distance away—he had no nearest neighbor.
The whiskey burned all the way down and he winced. He needed to grab wood. He needed to make a tin of soup. He needed to do a lot of shit.
What he did was sit and watch the snow.
The leafless trees made interesting shadows and he watched them moving, changing with the wind. That one there looked like a dragon, big wings flapping across the landscape. Then the next looked like a missile, and he closed his eyes against the memory of fire licking against him, of the shrapnel biting into him.
No. No. Eyes open. Focus. Snow. White. Cold. Implacable. The snow simply was.
Greyson took another swig of the whiskey and let it drown him that much more. Please, God, I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to dream.
A crunching noise made itself known, getting slowly louder, drawing near.
He frowned and stood on shaky legs, looking out the window. No one was supposed to know he was here. No one was supposed to be here. No one.
A guy geared up for the winter appeared, some sort of insignia on his sleeve. He kept coming toward Greyson and he didn’t disappear. Not a hallucination, then.
“Great. Fuck.” He made sure the door was locked, closed the curtain. He wasn’t talking to anyone.
The knocks on the door sounded like shots, breaking the heavy silence.
“Go away. I don’t want any.”
“Park ranger. Open up.”
Goddammit, he didn’t want to see anyone. He imagined “park ranger” was as good as “police” out here in the extreme boonies, though, and not answering the door was going to be more trouble than not.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He opened the door. Christ, he hadn’t changed clothes in two days. At least. “What can I do for you?”
“You can tell me who you are, what you’re doing here and how long you’re staying.” The voice was all growl.
“I’m just a guy. I rented this cabin. And as long as I want to.” He could snap with the best of them.
The ranger crossed his arms. “This land is a part of the park, so you’re in my territory. You respect that. You respect the land.”
Greyson snapped to attention and saluted.
Piercing dark green eyes narrowed. “Are you sassing me?”
Sassing? Really? Did he look like a fucking twelve-year-old? He’d been a fucking sergeant for Christ’s sake. “I am. I rented this place. I’m not hurting anything.” And he’d asked for their most isolated cabin when he’d made the arrangements. He hadn’t wanted to be bothered.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Yup.” It took the edge off the constant ache in his thigh and made the daily muscle cramps and shooting pains more or less tolerable. Not that it was any of this asshole’s business.
“Out here all by yourself? You might want to reconsider. If you forget to put on winter clothes when you go out—or even if you do, but pass out in the snow—it’ll kill you. And then there will be paperwork. I don’t like paperwork.”
“Paperwork. God forbid. I’ll try not to freeze to death on your watch.” He’d bet dying like that wouldn’t hurt.
“See that you don’t. I’ll be back to make sure of it. You got enough fuel? Food? Water?” The words were concerned, the tone more exasperated.
“I think so, yeah. Thanks.” Did he? How the hell did he know? He’d never done this before. But he wasn’t about to tell Dudley Do-Right that.
“You think so?” Dudley snorted. “I’ll be back. Try not to die before then.”
The guy was huge, and, Greyson imagined, intimidating, if he was in a place to be intimidated. Either way, Greyson wasn’t fucking impressed.
“I’ll do my best. Have a fab day.” Asshat.
That earned him another snort. “Ditto.”
“Yeah.” He closed the door with a click, locked it, and stumbled to his chair.
The crunching of the ranger’s footsteps faded away, leaving him alone in the woods once again.
Alone with his nightmares. Alone with the snow.
It was all he needed.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Saturday, July 1, 2017
Smutterday Bonus!
After finishing Seduced by the Tide, I went back and deleted a number of scenes. They weren't necessary and/or they didn't fit the finished book. Here's one of them for you - definitely a smutty one! Fair warning - this has not been edited.
Seduced by the Tide
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
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.
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.
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.
Book two in the Dragon Soul series
buy links:
Carina Press
Amazon
Other links available on Carina Press page.
Deleted Scene
It was the sunshine that woke Deke, warm on his back. Not as warm as the body he was curled around, though. No, Bryan was hot, and fit so damn well in his arms. Like the man was made to be there.
He tried not to think about that. He wasn’t ready to believe that Bryan was his soul mate. What were the odds that he and his brother would find their mates within months of each other? He’d bet the odds were even worse that said soul mates would be neighbors. In fact, he bet those odds were astronomical. So he ignored it.
A glance at the clock informed him that they’d overslept—there would be no seven am departure as it was already half past eight. Of course, that didn’t mean they couldn’t still go.
He patted Bryan’s belly to wake him gently.
Maybe they could go after they made love.
Twice.
He rocked forward, his cock sliding between Bryan’s legs, nudging the soft balls.
He woke up hard every morning, but there was something extra about this morning’s wood. This was wood with intent.
Oh fuck. That was actually pretty funny and Deke found himself laughing.
“‘S funny?” Bryan blinked awake. “Christ, what time is it? I never sleep so long.”
“I was just thinking about my morning wood and how it wasn’t just a piss-hard-on this morning.” He kissed the teeth marks on Bryan’s shoulder. Jesus, they’d been wild last night. “And you slept in because I tired you out.”
“You totally did. Lord.” Bryan stretched up tall, his back popping and creaking.
He ran his hands along Bryan’s side, his belly, enjoying the play of muscles beneath his fingers. “I’d like to do it all over again.”
“Your balls aren’t sore?” Bryan groaned, hips rolling back into him.
“Only in the I can’t wait to take you again way. Are yours?” He matched Bryan’s movements, loving the sensation of that ass along his shaft.
“If they are, they’re a good sore.”
Deke nodded. That he would buy. “So what do you feel like this morning? A little pump action? Use of hands only or should one of us flip and make it a sixty-nine?”
“A little pump action?” Bryan chuckled, body rocking against his.
“Yep.” Deke demonstrated, pumping his hips back and forth against Bryan’s ass. “Pump action.”
Bryan grunted, bucking back against him.
“Mmm. Pump action it is.” Deke looked for the lube, finding the tube at the edge of the bed, half under his pillow. He slicked two of his fingers up and slipped them into Bryan’s ass.
“You...damn. You come prepared.”
“Hey, it’s your lube, baby. I came totally unprepared.” He curled his fingers inside Bryan’s body.
“Uhn.” The sound was sharp, needy, a little surprised.
He curled his fingers again, then again, loving the immediate strong response.
“I don’t-oh fuck. Please. That feels so good. Please.”
“You don’t what, baby?” It couldn’t be fuck, because it was patently obvious that Bryan did indeed fuck.
“I don’t know. I’m not usually so easy.”
“I’m not complaining. Do you hear me complaining? No, you don’t.” Deke continued to fingerfuck Bryan, warming him up and opening him up at the same time. He tapped the little gland deep inside his baby boy, again and again, jonesing on the low cries.
Finally, he wanted in badly enough that he pulled his fingers away and pressed inside. He loved the way Bryan immediately pushed back against him.
He did love a hungry lover with a tight little ass.
Groaning, he began moving, shoving deep into Bryan with long motions. The muscles rippled around his prick, milking him and making him gasp.
“So good, Bryan. You’re a wonderful cockhound.”
“I-” Bryan shivered and shook around him, so needy, so wanton.
“Compliment, baby, I promise.” He didn’t think there was a thing wrong with loving cock and fucking, sucking—they were all good things in his book.
“Thank you? Oh fuck. You feel good.”
It got him off, how surprised Bryan sounded.
They got a good rhythm going, working together to get him as deep as possible. Even their breathing started matching as they panted through the best work in the world.
He made a loose tunnel with his fingers, giving Bryan a hint of sensation, but no real pressure. He wanted them both focused on his cock and Bryan’s ass, on the magic they could make together with just a few strokes.
Bryan’s ass held him in the best possible way, cradled his prick, worked it.
Moaning, he increased the pace, and the intensity, plugging Bryan with strong thrusts. Bryan reached down and tried to squeeze Deke’s fingers tighter around his cock. Instead of tightening his fingers, Deke let go to brush Bryan’s hand away.
“You’ll take it how I give it to you, baby.”
“I don’t play like that.” But Bryan’s ass clenched, working his prick like a fist.
He groaned and clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from shooting too soon. “I’m not playing here. I’m making love to you. The way I say I am.”
Bryan’s response was a soft, hungry little moan. God, he loved that. He also loved that though Bryan’s initial reaction was to deny he liked this kind of thing, he wasn’t trying to stop it, letting his body have control.
Deke rocked harder, then held his hand above Bryan’s cock so that every time he pushed in, the tip of Bryan’s prick bumped against his palm.
Sharp little grunts met every touch. Excellent. He reached up with his other hand and pinched Bryan’s nipple, hard.
Bryan convulsed and shot, bearing down and squeezing his cock so tightly as he did so. Deke shouted at the sensation and came, filling Bryan’s ass in several long pulses.
His entire body wanted to bite again, to make another claim. He wrapped his lips around Bryan’s shoulder, worrying the warm, smooth skin with his teeth.
He could feel the heat there, right beneath the surface from the bruise he’d drawn the night before. He couldn’t resist, he had to bite again, so he did.
“Uhn.” Bryan jerked, rolling them so that Bryan was underneath him.
He was still hard, and Bryan was clearly still eager, so he pushed his knee along Bryan’s, spreading the one leg out, then began fucking again, driving himself into the best heat he’d ever felt.
“I can’t go again. I can’t. My ass will never recover.” Still, Bryan slammed back against him.
“We’re going out—you won’t feel this again until later tonight.” This had to do them until then.
He kept pushing into Bryan’s heat, their skin slapping together.
“Uh-huh. Harder.” Demanding baby. He loved it.
He slammed in, giving it to Bryan exactly how they both wanted it, the room filling with the sound of their grunting and moaning.
Mine. The word was strong and he pushed it away. Nonsense. He was just deep in lust.
He moved faster, pushing deeper to send them both to orgasm where nothing existed but the pleasure, but the need that burned between them.
The rest would dissolve in time.
He pushed his hand between Bryan’s body and the mattress, searching for one of the little nipples to play with. He found one, rubbing his fingers across it several times before he pinched it.
“Fuck! No more! No more nipple play.”
He didn’t listen. After all, he’d felt the way Bryan’s body had tightened around his cock the minute his fingers had gotten near the sensitive little tits. He pinched again, this time holding his fingers there, looking to turn it into a deep ache.
Bryan went wild underneath him, driving back against his cock like a prize pony. Who exactly had Bryan been trying to bullshit, telling him he didn’t want any nipple play—Deke or himself?
It didn’t matter, Deke knew now that deny it as he might, Bryan loved having his nipples touched.
He held on, squeezing rhythmically, never letting up for a second.
Bryan continued to cry out and to drive back into his touch, into his invasion, getting louder with every thrust.
The dark hair was wet with sweat, the lean body undulating faster, harder. He kept moving with Bryan, and they felt like a well-oiled machine, like they’d been doing this forever. He’d never felt so in sync so quickly with a lover before.
This was like loving a man he’d known his whole life. He didn’t examine the implications of it, he just went with it, enjoying every single second of their joining. He wanted it to last and last, but he needed to come, too, and it all twisted up together, coloring everything with hot pleasure.
“I’m stupid close, man. Really.”
“I know. I can feel it. Me too. We could do it together.” He timed a pinch to Bryan’s nipple with a bang up against Bryan’s gland.
“Fuck!” Hell yes. Close.
“This time,” he ordered, twisting as he bumped into Bryan’s sweet spot.
Sure as the sun rises, Bryan came, spunk spreading under him. The milking of his ass around Deke’s cock sent him over with Bryan, and he shot. The wonderful sensations rippled through him, fading slowly as he sank down onto Bryan’s back, still buried inside the hot hole.
He blinked, dozy again, the world swinging lazily.
He shifted them, so he was spooning up against Bryan’s back again, his shaft still more or less buried, though he knew it would slip out as it softened and he figured that was okay.
“Nap for a bit, baby? The beach isn’t going anywhere.”
“I’ve slept more in the last day…” Bryan sighed, melting under him.
“Just a short nap, hmm? Then we’ll eat and ride.” If he didn’t take Bryan again. There was something about being buried inside the tight body that was simply… right.
The water would...Oh, next time he’d take Bryan in the tub. He had to wonder if Bryan had a pool.
“You got a pool, baby?” They could have a lot of fun in a pool.
“Uh-huh. In the back. Shae made a garden; I bought a pool.”
“Awesome. We can play together in it.” He patted Bryan’s shoulder, his fingers lingering over the marks he’d made.
“Sure. I love to swim. Love it.”
“Me too.” Like anyone couldn’t guess that from the fact he was a rescue diver for a living.
“Handy.” Bryan stretched and snuggled into him.
“Yeah, it is. I love the ocean best, though, so I really do want to go to the beach with you after we nap.”
“It’s a deal. Later.”
“Right. Nap now. Beach later. If we can keep our hands off each other.” And Deke wasn’t making any promises on that front.
Bryan’s answer was a low sigh, a soft snore.
Chuckling, Deke kissed Bryan’s head and settled in for a nice solid nap.
Seduced by the Tide
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
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.
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.
Book two in the Dragon Soul series
buy links:
Carina Press
Amazon
Other links available on Carina Press page.
Deleted Scene
It was the sunshine that woke Deke, warm on his back. Not as warm as the body he was curled around, though. No, Bryan was hot, and fit so damn well in his arms. Like the man was made to be there.
He tried not to think about that. He wasn’t ready to believe that Bryan was his soul mate. What were the odds that he and his brother would find their mates within months of each other? He’d bet the odds were even worse that said soul mates would be neighbors. In fact, he bet those odds were astronomical. So he ignored it.
A glance at the clock informed him that they’d overslept—there would be no seven am departure as it was already half past eight. Of course, that didn’t mean they couldn’t still go.
He patted Bryan’s belly to wake him gently.
Maybe they could go after they made love.
Twice.
He rocked forward, his cock sliding between Bryan’s legs, nudging the soft balls.
He woke up hard every morning, but there was something extra about this morning’s wood. This was wood with intent.
Oh fuck. That was actually pretty funny and Deke found himself laughing.
“‘S funny?” Bryan blinked awake. “Christ, what time is it? I never sleep so long.”
“I was just thinking about my morning wood and how it wasn’t just a piss-hard-on this morning.” He kissed the teeth marks on Bryan’s shoulder. Jesus, they’d been wild last night. “And you slept in because I tired you out.”
“You totally did. Lord.” Bryan stretched up tall, his back popping and creaking.
He ran his hands along Bryan’s side, his belly, enjoying the play of muscles beneath his fingers. “I’d like to do it all over again.”
“Your balls aren’t sore?” Bryan groaned, hips rolling back into him.
“Only in the I can’t wait to take you again way. Are yours?” He matched Bryan’s movements, loving the sensation of that ass along his shaft.
“If they are, they’re a good sore.”
Deke nodded. That he would buy. “So what do you feel like this morning? A little pump action? Use of hands only or should one of us flip and make it a sixty-nine?”
“A little pump action?” Bryan chuckled, body rocking against his.
“Yep.” Deke demonstrated, pumping his hips back and forth against Bryan’s ass. “Pump action.”
Bryan grunted, bucking back against him.
“Mmm. Pump action it is.” Deke looked for the lube, finding the tube at the edge of the bed, half under his pillow. He slicked two of his fingers up and slipped them into Bryan’s ass.
“You...damn. You come prepared.”
“Hey, it’s your lube, baby. I came totally unprepared.” He curled his fingers inside Bryan’s body.
“Uhn.” The sound was sharp, needy, a little surprised.
He curled his fingers again, then again, loving the immediate strong response.
“I don’t-oh fuck. Please. That feels so good. Please.”
“You don’t what, baby?” It couldn’t be fuck, because it was patently obvious that Bryan did indeed fuck.
“I don’t know. I’m not usually so easy.”
“I’m not complaining. Do you hear me complaining? No, you don’t.” Deke continued to fingerfuck Bryan, warming him up and opening him up at the same time. He tapped the little gland deep inside his baby boy, again and again, jonesing on the low cries.
Finally, he wanted in badly enough that he pulled his fingers away and pressed inside. He loved the way Bryan immediately pushed back against him.
He did love a hungry lover with a tight little ass.
Groaning, he began moving, shoving deep into Bryan with long motions. The muscles rippled around his prick, milking him and making him gasp.
“So good, Bryan. You’re a wonderful cockhound.”
“I-” Bryan shivered and shook around him, so needy, so wanton.
“Compliment, baby, I promise.” He didn’t think there was a thing wrong with loving cock and fucking, sucking—they were all good things in his book.
“Thank you? Oh fuck. You feel good.”
It got him off, how surprised Bryan sounded.
They got a good rhythm going, working together to get him as deep as possible. Even their breathing started matching as they panted through the best work in the world.
He made a loose tunnel with his fingers, giving Bryan a hint of sensation, but no real pressure. He wanted them both focused on his cock and Bryan’s ass, on the magic they could make together with just a few strokes.
Bryan’s ass held him in the best possible way, cradled his prick, worked it.
Moaning, he increased the pace, and the intensity, plugging Bryan with strong thrusts. Bryan reached down and tried to squeeze Deke’s fingers tighter around his cock. Instead of tightening his fingers, Deke let go to brush Bryan’s hand away.
“You’ll take it how I give it to you, baby.”
“I don’t play like that.” But Bryan’s ass clenched, working his prick like a fist.
He groaned and clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from shooting too soon. “I’m not playing here. I’m making love to you. The way I say I am.”
Bryan’s response was a soft, hungry little moan. God, he loved that. He also loved that though Bryan’s initial reaction was to deny he liked this kind of thing, he wasn’t trying to stop it, letting his body have control.
Deke rocked harder, then held his hand above Bryan’s cock so that every time he pushed in, the tip of Bryan’s prick bumped against his palm.
Sharp little grunts met every touch. Excellent. He reached up with his other hand and pinched Bryan’s nipple, hard.
Bryan convulsed and shot, bearing down and squeezing his cock so tightly as he did so. Deke shouted at the sensation and came, filling Bryan’s ass in several long pulses.
His entire body wanted to bite again, to make another claim. He wrapped his lips around Bryan’s shoulder, worrying the warm, smooth skin with his teeth.
He could feel the heat there, right beneath the surface from the bruise he’d drawn the night before. He couldn’t resist, he had to bite again, so he did.
“Uhn.” Bryan jerked, rolling them so that Bryan was underneath him.
He was still hard, and Bryan was clearly still eager, so he pushed his knee along Bryan’s, spreading the one leg out, then began fucking again, driving himself into the best heat he’d ever felt.
“I can’t go again. I can’t. My ass will never recover.” Still, Bryan slammed back against him.
“We’re going out—you won’t feel this again until later tonight.” This had to do them until then.
He kept pushing into Bryan’s heat, their skin slapping together.
“Uh-huh. Harder.” Demanding baby. He loved it.
He slammed in, giving it to Bryan exactly how they both wanted it, the room filling with the sound of their grunting and moaning.
Mine. The word was strong and he pushed it away. Nonsense. He was just deep in lust.
He moved faster, pushing deeper to send them both to orgasm where nothing existed but the pleasure, but the need that burned between them.
The rest would dissolve in time.
He pushed his hand between Bryan’s body and the mattress, searching for one of the little nipples to play with. He found one, rubbing his fingers across it several times before he pinched it.
“Fuck! No more! No more nipple play.”
He didn’t listen. After all, he’d felt the way Bryan’s body had tightened around his cock the minute his fingers had gotten near the sensitive little tits. He pinched again, this time holding his fingers there, looking to turn it into a deep ache.
Bryan went wild underneath him, driving back against his cock like a prize pony. Who exactly had Bryan been trying to bullshit, telling him he didn’t want any nipple play—Deke or himself?
It didn’t matter, Deke knew now that deny it as he might, Bryan loved having his nipples touched.
He held on, squeezing rhythmically, never letting up for a second.
Bryan continued to cry out and to drive back into his touch, into his invasion, getting louder with every thrust.
The dark hair was wet with sweat, the lean body undulating faster, harder. He kept moving with Bryan, and they felt like a well-oiled machine, like they’d been doing this forever. He’d never felt so in sync so quickly with a lover before.
This was like loving a man he’d known his whole life. He didn’t examine the implications of it, he just went with it, enjoying every single second of their joining. He wanted it to last and last, but he needed to come, too, and it all twisted up together, coloring everything with hot pleasure.
“I’m stupid close, man. Really.”
“I know. I can feel it. Me too. We could do it together.” He timed a pinch to Bryan’s nipple with a bang up against Bryan’s gland.
“Fuck!” Hell yes. Close.
“This time,” he ordered, twisting as he bumped into Bryan’s sweet spot.
Sure as the sun rises, Bryan came, spunk spreading under him. The milking of his ass around Deke’s cock sent him over with Bryan, and he shot. The wonderful sensations rippled through him, fading slowly as he sank down onto Bryan’s back, still buried inside the hot hole.
He blinked, dozy again, the world swinging lazily.
He shifted them, so he was spooning up against Bryan’s back again, his shaft still more or less buried, though he knew it would slip out as it softened and he figured that was okay.
“Nap for a bit, baby? The beach isn’t going anywhere.”
“I’ve slept more in the last day…” Bryan sighed, melting under him.
“Just a short nap, hmm? Then we’ll eat and ride.” If he didn’t take Bryan again. There was something about being buried inside the tight body that was simply… right.
The water would...Oh, next time he’d take Bryan in the tub. He had to wonder if Bryan had a pool.
“You got a pool, baby?” They could have a lot of fun in a pool.
“Uh-huh. In the back. Shae made a garden; I bought a pool.”
“Awesome. We can play together in it.” He patted Bryan’s shoulder, his fingers lingering over the marks he’d made.
“Sure. I love to swim. Love it.”
“Me too.” Like anyone couldn’t guess that from the fact he was a rescue diver for a living.
“Handy.” Bryan stretched and snuggled into him.
“Yeah, it is. I love the ocean best, though, so I really do want to go to the beach with you after we nap.”
“It’s a deal. Later.”
“Right. Nap now. Beach later. If we can keep our hands off each other.” And Deke wasn’t making any promises on that front.
Bryan’s answer was a low sigh, a soft snore.
Chuckling, Deke kissed Bryan’s head and settled in for a nice solid nap.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Sneak Peek Sunday
Today's Sneak Peek is of Seduced by the Tide, officially out on June 26, but already available for pre-oder!
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…
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.
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.
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.
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Excerpt:
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.
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.
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.
Buy links:
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Excerpt:
“Thirty-five. Thirty-six. Come on, man. Push.” Bryan
grunted and worked his biceps, sweating like a whore in church as the summer
sun poured into the garage. He had to get this workout in before he headed over
to his neighbor’s for supper. Shae and his new partner, Jake, were home from
another trip, and they were grilling burgers, dogs, maybe a couple steaks.
His stomach
growled. He usually preferred lean proteins and vegetables, but right now he
could practically taste the steak melting in his mouth. It had to be the
increased strength training. Had to be. Or maybe it was that he now equated
steak with his best friend, as that seemed to be what they had the most
whenever Shae and Jake were in town. Which, sadly, wasn’t that often. Frankly,
he missed Shae and cooking out was always a good excuse to get together.
He was trying
to decide if he should bother to go shower or not when a beat-up aqua-blue VW
bug—the classic kind, not one of those newfangled hipster ones—pulled up in
front of Shae’s and the biggest guy he’d ever seen climbed out of the front
seat.
Except he’d seen
this guy before…
Dark hair, muscles that
wouldn’t quit, hell, even air seemed to drool around him.
Ah, yes, the
new beau’s brother. Yummy. He’d had a drool fest when the guy had used Shae’s
place for a couple of days last year. The guy was built to fantasize about. And
Bryan had. This guy had starred in more than one fantasy while he got busy with
his hand in the shower.
He could
totally tap that. God knew he hadn’t had a good roll in the hay in forever.
Since the time he’d fucked Shae, in fact, though he’d never tell his best
friend that. Nobody needed to know he was that picky.
He supposed
that meant he should go ahead and shower, then. Although some guys appreciated
a little sweat on their man.
He rolled up
off the weight bench, then grabbed a fifty pounder and started working his
biceps, playing out a happy little fantasy involving the big guy and a shower.
He wasn’t a
small man himself, but that guy? Shit, that stud could probably throw him
around like he was stuffed with cotton. Bryan could almost feel his back
slamming up against the tile. Not that he’d ever want something rough like
that, but that was why they were called fantasies, right?
The weight in
his hand hit the concrete floor, slipping from his fingers while he was distracted,
and Jake’s brother paused at the curb and turned, looking in his direction.
Looking right at him.
Jesus, those
eyes were the brightest blue he’d ever seen. Ever.
A smile quirked
the guy’s lips and he turned away, heading up Shae’s walk and going out of
view. Bryan could still feel that gaze, though, almost like a touch. That was a
hell of a lot of man.
He finished his
workout and closed up the garage before he headed inside. Shower. Jack off so
he didn’t spring a boner the second he was introduced to Jake’s brother. Nap.
It was a plan.
It wasn’t a particularly involved plan, but it was a plan.
Sean
smut fixes everything
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
The Dragon Soul Series - Branded By Flames
So, I went to an editor meeting with Carina Press last April at RT. My first pitch meeting and OMG, scary. But! I had a new series. An awesome new series and the first book was already complete, I knew the main characters for the next four of the books and I was excited about it. That helped.
The good news was it didn't even take the whole five minutes it was scheduled for before the editor I was meeting with gave me the contact info and told me to sub it.
Long story short, I've signed a contract for the whole five book Dragon Soul series and the first book is edited and will be released in January!
And I have a fantastic cover!
For years, dragon shifter-cum-firefighter Jake has been searching his for his mate, but he’s beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.
Then he meets Shae.
A former Navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine--until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake’s family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…
Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon’s mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake’s guidance—and love—if he’s going to make it through alive.
The good news was it didn't even take the whole five minutes it was scheduled for before the editor I was meeting with gave me the contact info and told me to sub it.
Long story short, I've signed a contract for the whole five book Dragon Soul series and the first book is edited and will be released in January!
And I have a fantastic cover!
Introducing a brand new male/male dragon shifter series from bestselling LGBTQ author Sean Michael!
Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate...
For years, dragon shifter-cum-firefighter Jake has been searching his for his mate, but he’s beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.
Then he meets Shae.
A former Navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine--until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake’s family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…
Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon’s mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake’s guidance—and love—if he’s going to make it through alive.
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I'm so excited for it to be the end of January! Also, I have already turned in the second book in the series (Seduced by the Tide) and I'm working on the third (Bound by Thorns). On top of that, I do believe the series has inspired a side series or two that I'd totally already be writing if I didn't have deadlines on my plate!
Sean
smut fixes everything
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