Smutty Advent - Day 9

Day 9

Dill smiled to himself as he worked on an article about figging for a holiday edition of a BDSM blog he contributed to. Brad had been researching this one over the last few days and his boy had been wriggling in his seat and turned on the entire time, though Brad would never admit it, of course. Still, the research had been thorough enough -- far more in depth than was strictly necessary -- that Dill knew it hadn't just been his imagination.

There was Christmas music playing and if he wasn't mistaken, he could smell gingerbread or ginger cookies baking. At any rate, Brad had gone shopping this morning and obviously ginger was on his mind. Dill hoped there was a good sized finger of it that hadn't been used because he had every intention of testing out Brad's research.

He hit save on his article and followed his nose to the kitchen. Brad had the table set for a seduction, the good plates out, candles lit, wine glasses and a bottle of red breathing on the far end of the table. And now that he was in the kitchen, he could smell a roast cooking as well, and if he knew his boy, there would be potatoes and vegetables roasting right along with the meat. It would be a meal fit for a king.

And after, there would be ginger and his sweet boy bent over the table.

Grinning, he he went over to give his boy a holiday kiss.


Dill and Brad are also Box of Nails boys -- their story is the latest in the series - Jack of All Trades.

Brad is crashing in his cousin Stephen's room while he tries to sort out his life. A perpetual student, he still hasn't settled on a major after a half dozen years at University. He loves learning, but so far that's the only thing that's been a good fit.

Dill is a full-time Dom who hasn't found the right sub yet. He's not worried about it -- he figures it'll eventually happen and in the meantime, there's plenty of boys at the Hammer Club who are eager to share a scene with an experienced master.

When Brad and Dill meet at a party at Barney and Devon's house for subs, the attraction is immediate and undeniable and Master Dill feels that Brad is the perfect sub for him. He also believes that as his submissive, Brad will learn the focus he needs to fulfill his potential and find satisfaction with his life. Now he just needs to help jack-of-all-trades Brad see they belong together.


Sean
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Smutterday - Combine, a Hammer novel

Combine is the follow up to the Briar Rose book Blended Family. I do believe you could read it without having read Blended Family, but I think you'd get more out of it if you read Blended Family first. Combine comes out on December 9, but it's currently available for pre-order.

Combine, a Hammer Novel

Dom and sub couples Peter and Devon, and Max and Swan, are joining their lives together. After a week at The Briar Rose, they know there’s a lot of work to do, and they’re all committed to making sure what they have together succeeds.

Peter is the easygoing sub, while Max needs discipline and rules to keep from falling back into bad habits, so both Masters worry about making sure that each boy gets what he needs without making either sub feel neglected. It’s a balancing act that winds up taking some fancy footwork and the stress takes its toll.

As they learn to live and bond together, they discover things about each other that makes them fall more deeply in love, helping to cement their relationships.

Then an unexpected attack on Peter and Max threatens to upset the balance they’ve created, and Swan and Devon must join forces to give their subs what they need to push through and thrive. Will this stumbling block break apart their hard-won new family, or will it forge a stronger foursome?

Coming out December 9, available for pre-order at Torquere, and also at All Romance Ebooks, and Amazon.

smutty excerpt:

Speaking of Peter, the boy was already turning on the taps in the large walk-in shower, testing the water.

“Does anyone not want it superhot?” Peter asked.

“We like it hot, pretty boy.” Swan patted Max’s ass again.

Peter preened at his compliment, adjusted the water again, then smiled at him and Devon. “The shower is ready, Masters.”

Swan eased Max down into his arms and carried his boy into the water. Peter and Devon joined them, the six showerheads making it easy for all of them to be in the spray. He took a kiss from Max, then Peter, then Devon. Fuck, he was a lucky bastard. Devon ended their kiss, grinning at him like Devon knew exactly what he’d been thinking. Swan grinned right back, wicked and wild.

“I think we should make a sandwich,” Devon suggested.

“I get to be peanut butter!” Peter crowed.

Swan laughed. “Max can be the jam. I do assume you meant for you and I to be the bread.” He aimed the last at Devon.

“Yep.” Devon corralled Max and Peter between them before reaching for him and squishing their boys together.

Max and Peter grabbed onto each other, squeezing tight. Swan took Devon’s mouth as they all rocked together. There was something amazing about kissing Devon. There was no give, no submission at all. If anything, it was a fight, both of them pushing hard. Their boys were caught between them and it felt right.

He bit at Devon’s lower lip and Devon growled, pressed harder against his lips. Max’s ass rocked against him and he knew his boy was shifting against Peter’s body. They could fuck their boys like this, fuck each other through their boys. The idea was delicious. He groaned, trying to telegraph what he wanted to Devon.

Devon’s hand grabbed his, pressing the tube of lube into it. Oh, fuck yeah. Yeah. He loved that Devon was on his wavelength. He tugged out the plug in Max’s ass, then slicked his fingers up, pressed two into Max’s sweet little ass. Max took him easily, bearing back with a moan. He watched Devon’s face, heard Peter’s gasps and knew Devon was doing the same thing he was.

Fuck. Fuck, this was hot. He pushed harder, slamming in deeper. His fingers pushed up against Max’s gland, making his boy cry out. He stroked it, over and over, searching for more of those sounds. He got them, and Max’s noises were joined by Peter’s, their boys crying out for them.

He grinned over at Devon, loving this. Devon grinned right back, a look of pleased wonder on his face. Then the man leaned in and kissed him, sucking hard on his tongue. Fuck, yes. Yes. Swan pushed his fingers deeper, almost like he was trying to touch Devon. It was hotter than hell, and Swan was surprised they weren’t evaporating the water as it hit them.

Max and Peter were kissing, too, hot, wild little breathless things. It was like their bodies were merging, four becoming one. God, that was hot.

He pulled his fingers out, even as Devon said, “Now. We do it now.”

“Now,” Devon agreed, and both boys gasped as they lined up.

Swan watched Devon’s eyes, using what he saw there to push in, to fill Max and Peter like they were one. Max and Peter cried out for them, their voices mingling.

Swan found Devon’s mouth again, leaning over Max and Peter to slip his tongue into the heat of Devon’s mouth. Devon moaned, hand finding his and holding on tight. They fucked their boys together, holding all four of them in a tight embrace. The top of his fucking head was going to come off.

He moved faster and so did Devon, the two of them slamming their boys together as they took them. Max and Peter were devouring each other, rubbing and humping, wild cries coming from them. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever done.

Grabbing hold of Devon’s arms, he slammed in harder, needy sounds coming out of his own mouth.

“Fuck.” Devon groaned. “Soon.”

“It’s time, boys.” Swan punched in harder. “Come for your masters.”

“Yes. Yes, Master. Love. Maxie, come with me.” Peter was a talker.

He could feel Max’s ass working him harder, knew his boy was right there with them and ready to obey.

“Yes, now!” shouted Devon, the pleasure clear on his face.

They came, one and then another, just flying. It was fucking amazing, Max’s body clamping down hard on his cock as he filled that sweet hole with his spunk. He shivered, even in the hot water, his world spinning for a second.

Sean

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Comfort and Joy now out!

Comfort and Joy is a holiday story about Law, a cop, and Steven, who has been deployed.

Lawson Sanders has been forced to take some time off at Christmas as he’s been working through holidays and doing overtime on the job while his husband has been deployed. He finds it easier to ignore the loneliness if he’s busy. He’s filling the time with Charity work—wrapping presents, serving food, anything that will keep him busy this Christmas.

Steven Ford’s been working as an army field nurse overseas for the last two years. He’s gotten used to barking out orders and not being home. He’s just mustered out though and is home to surprise his husband Lawson just in time for the holidays.

Just before Steven left, this Dom and sub officially got married, but they never got a honeymoon and now they need to rediscover how they fit together. Can Steven and Lawson regain what they’ve been missing for the last two years and reconnect for Christmas?

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smutty excerpt:

“How about we order a pizza from that all night joint. It’ll give us enough time for you to blow me before it comes.”

“Oh, ho! You think you deserve that?” Fact was, he’d happily agree to that.

“I sure do. I haven’t felt that mouth around me since the night we said, ‘I do.’” Law got up and grabbed the phone.

“I do love the taste of your prick, the way you scream.”

“Oh, you’re going to make me scream, are you?” Law watched him for a long moment, then made the call.

Steven bebopped over and hit his knees, fully intending to make this the hardest pizza order Law had ever done.

Law’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t back up, didn’t make any move to stop Steven.

“Do it,” Law ordered. “What? Oh, no hello. Delivery, please.”

Steven took Law in in one fell swoop, sucking fast and hard, giving his lover no quarter.

“Fuck!” Law stared at him. “No. No, sorry. Something on the uh, TV.”

Steven chuckled and rolled Law’s balls in his hand. Law whimpered, then cleared his throat. Several times.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d like a... a...” Law’s free hand landed on Steven’s head, fingers digging into his scalp.

Oh, hell yeah. Steven swallowed around the tip, moaning loud enough that Law had to feel it. A shudder went through his stud and the hold on his head tightened. He glanced up, finding Law’s grip on the phone white—knuckled.

“Meat lovers. Large. Mountain Dew. And uh...” Law’s eyes closed.

Garlic cheese bread and chocolate chip cookies. Think, Law. Steven dared to tap Law’s hole, stroke it.

“No, that’s not all,” Law said, sounding almost angry. He took a breath. “I need garlic bread. Yes. With cheese.” Law fell back against the wall, stumbling the half step backward.

Steven lost that fat cock, and growled, scooting forward. “Cookies.” Then he sucked Law’s fat prick down.

“Cookies!” Law shouted. “Chocolate chip. Please. Yes, that’s everything.” Law panted, eyes on him, attention all on him, even as he rattled off their address. “Credit card. Twenty minutes. Got it.” Law dropped the phone, hands grabbing his head.

Impressive. Funny as hell, but impressive.

“Fucker,” Law accused, but there wasn’t anything but need in the word. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

Oh, not for love or money. He wanted Law’s spunk. Now.

Sean

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Unto Us the Time Has Come is now out!

I have a Christmas story in Dreamspinner's Sleigh Ride Advent Calendar and the book is also available on its own.

Unto Us the Time Has Come

Last Christmas, Kenn Greyson gave husband Chris Martenson an ultimatum—spend more time with the family or we’re leaving. He never expected Chris’s reply would be “then leave,” but that’s exactly what happened, and Boxing Day took on a whole new meaning.

Separated for nearly a year now, both men are miserable apart and coping the best they can for the kids’ sake. With Christmas just around the corner, a new conflict arises: neither man is willing to forego Christmas morning with their children. Chris finally suggests they spend the holiday together at the house and, to his shock, Kenn agrees.

Armed with the knowledge that he’s been a stubborn idiot, but that perhaps he can change and begin to repair their relationship, Chris takes steps to win his husband back. He just hopes he can get Kenn on the same page before Santa comes down the chimney on Christmas Eve.

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excerpt (picking up from where the excerpt on Dreamspinners leaves off)

“Please, Da! I wants to go to the party. Daddy would let me go.”

“I don’t know, honey. There’s a snowstorm coming in and I have a late phone call tonight and I thought we’d have a family weekend.”

Right, because they were still a family. Kenn wasn’t bitter, though. Oh no, not him.

Chris shot an unhappy look in his general direction as Sarah started crying. Like it was his fault. “Look, sweetie, if it’s not snowing, I’ll bring you, okay? If not, I’ve got ice cream and we’ll buy a cake so you won’t miss out.”

Kenn always thought it must be nice, being the fun dad.

“And we’ll get her a present?” Sarah asked. “A new Barbie?”

“God, can we just go?” Chris grabbed her pink backpack, which was next to the door. “Micah? Are you ready, son?”

“Right here.” Micah rolled his eyes. “See you Sunday, Dad.”

Kenn nodded. “I’ll make lasagna.”

He hated his part. Hated it. Hated being alone in his shitty apartment, hated being the oldest man ever to pour coffee for a living, hated being without his Mister Right. Still, it had all been his fault.

Spend more time with us and less at the office or we’re leaving.

He’d never expected Chris to say, “Then leave.”

Boxing Day had whole new connotations now. While it used to mean boxing up the decorations and whatnot to him, now it meant putting his whole life into boxes.

Shit, they hadn’t even talked a little bit about what they were going to do for Christmas this year. They’d never spent it apart, even if last year Chris had left at six to go deal with “an emergency” at work. Which had been what had prompted his ultimatum.

“I’ll drop them off at six.” Chris’s words brought him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah. Sure. Okay. We’ll have to discuss the holidays.” Thanksgiving had been a nonissue. Chris had been overseas in Dubai and he’d taken the kids to his parents for the whole long weekend.

“You just had them for Thanksgiving,” Chris bit out. “I assumed I’d have them for Christmas.”

“The whole holiday?” No. No way. Sarah was still little, still excited about Santa, and next year she might not be.

“Christmas Day,” Chris told him.

“Can we talk about this later?” When the kids weren’t watching them with worried eyes.

“Sure. I’ll have Anita call you to set up an appointment.”

“Yeah.” Kenn refused to let his hurt show. He was just another inconvenience these days. He supposed he ought to feel grateful the kids were still important to Chris. “You guys have a great weekend. I’ll miss you.”

Micah rolled his eyes, but Sarah ran to hug him. “I miss you already.”

“Yeah, me too.” He locked the door behind them and went to find his uniform shirt. Time to get to work. He had to buy a new Christmas tree, decorations, presents. Single dads had no time for tears.

Sean

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Smutterday - The New Boy (Iron Eagle Gym 1)

This one is coming out on Friday! It's the first in my new BDSM series Iron Eagle Gym.

The New Boy

Lance Packet just got a contract to shoot an erotic BDSM deck of cards; the only problem is finding models. So far everyone he’s interviewed thinks he’s looking for sex for hire. Then in walk three perfect examples of men: Tide and his friends, Tyrone and Bran.

Tide Germaine is a model and a Dom. He and his best friend Tyrone opened The Iron Eagle Gym as a place for gay men in the lifestyle to work out, do scenes, and congregate with like-minded men. The modeling is just another job for Tide, but it soon turns into a grand seduction as Tide falls for the shy, self-conscious photographer. The problem is Lance doesn’t believe he’s in Tide’s league, and he’s not at all sure about the Dom and sub thing.

It’s not going to be easy, but Tide’s going to have to convince Lance he belongs at Tide’s side as both lover and sub.

Available for pre-order (and coming out December 4)
Dreamspinner Press (ebook) - 35% off until November 30!
Dreamspinner Press (print) - 35% off until November 30!
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon link will be available on December 4

smutty excerpt:

Suddenly, Tide was kissing him again, lips pressed to his, tongue teasing its way between them. Lance pushed into Tide’s body, his belly tightening. Tide’s arms went around him, bringing him to the edge of the chair, the kiss never breaking.

This was a mistake. A bad mistake. A wonderful erotic mistake.

Tide could kiss. He was a fucking master of kissing. Tongue invading his mouth, Tide tasted him. He reached out, hands finding Tide’s shoulders. His legs bracketed Tide’s torso, his cock hard and throbbing against the solid abdomen.

This couldn’t happen. It couldn’t. No way.

But it was. Tide was kissing him and Lance was letting it happen. No, he wasn’t just letting it happen, he was beginning to kiss Tide back. He rocked closer, moaning deep in his chest. Tide’s solid hands moved down to his ass, cupping it, and it was like his ass was made to fit in them.

This was a dream, right? A perfect, hungry fantasy?

Tide’s groan filled his mouth, vibrating inside him. He wouldn’t have imagined that.

Tide squeezed, lifting him slightly, rubbing him against that fantastic body.

He had to stop this. He had to. This was insane.

Sucking on his tongue, Tide kept the kisses going. Insane or not, it was happening.

“Master, look at that. It’s like magic.”

Oh God. Bran and Tyrone were there. He’d totally forgotten they weren’t alone. Lance pulled back, groaning deep in his chest in mortification and in the loss of that mouth.

Tide cupped his face. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed.”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t. This is my job.”

“No.” It was Tyrone this time. “This is more than your job. Even Bran and I can feel what’s going on between you and Tide.”

He was so fucked-up, so confused, and the only thing that made sense was Tide.

Tide took another kiss, this one slow and gentle. “You’re stunning, Lance. I can’t help being attracted, and I don’t even want to try.”

“I don’t know what to do now,” he whispered.

“That’s why I’m the Dom, darling.” Tide gave him a wink, hands soft as they moved over him.

He let Tide help him stand, move to the recliner in his bedroom. He thought he heard Tyrone murmur that lunch was on the way, but Tide’s hands on his body might have been interfering with his hearing. And then Tide kissed him again and he really didn’t care.

Tide held him, their lips clinging, breath mingling, and he was happy, warm. Safe. He wasn’t sure why he thought that, but he did. Tide could kiss, too. God, it was stunning how good he was at it.

Sean

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Smutterday - Dom, Sub, and Boy: Beginning

The last smutterday excerpt I did with these guys didn't include Ting, so I thought I should do one that did :)

Dom, Sub and Boy: Beginning

Grant and Mark have a great relationship. They’ve been in a Dom/sub relationship for a number of years, they’re in love, and they each need what the other has to give. Mark is an ER surgeon, brilliant and driven, while Grant is a successful businessman in his own right.

When Grant sells off his company and retires in his mid-thirties, things change. He and Mark are as committed as ever, but Grant now has so much more time on his hands while Mark is busier than ever at the hospital. With nothing else to occupy him, Grant yearns for a twenty-four-seven boy, while Mark worries he’s not enough for his passionate Dom. Could bringing in a third be what they both need to round out their lives?

Mark’s best friend Ting just might fit the bill, but how do Grant and Mark bring the topic up with each other, let alone Ting himself?

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smutty excerpt:

“I know we said we wouldn’t rush you and we won’t. But Mark needs to go to work soon and if you wanted to love on him…” Grant’s words trailed away.


“I want to, but… Mark, do you want to?” Ting asked.

“I don’t want to push you into anything.” God, yes, Mark wanted to.

“We’ve told you what we want, Ting. The next move is yours,” Grant insisted.

Ting looked at Grant, then pushed into Mark’s arms, kissing him hard, like Ting hadn’t in years. Mark wrapped his arms around Ting automatically, the kiss fierce and needy and stunning. Ting moaned, fingers digging into his scalp, rubbing hard.

Grant moaned and Mark’s prick felt diamond hard, his balls aching. Ting rocked against him, rubbing hard and fast enough to start a fire.

“I want you to suck Mark, Ting,” Grant ordered. “I want you to make him shoot.”

Mark groaned as Ting immediately wriggled off his lap. He reached for Ting, his head spinning.

What was he doing?

“Yes, like that,” murmured Grant. “Open his pants and take out his cock.”

Mark spread his thighs, looking at Grant. Grant smiled at him, eyes full of love.

Then Grant looked down at Ting. “Suck him, Ting.”

Mark shivered. That was Grant’s ‘“Master voice’”.

“I’d love to.” Ting took him in, sucked him in one fell swoop. Grant’s pleased moan echoed his own. His balls drew up, the pressure huge, sharp. Fine.

“Mmm. You’re going to push him over quickly, boy,” Grant told on him. “He’s primed for you.”

Ting stroked his thighs, the touch warm and feather light. Grant moved to kneel behind Ting, leaning over him to kiss Mark. He grabbed his lover, pouring his desire and tension into the kiss. Ting was caught between them and sucking him like a pro. There was no way to last. No way. So Mark didn’t try, he let himself go, shooting into Ting’s hungry mouth.

Ting swallowed him down, moaning. Mark gasped, sucking in breaths.

Sean

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First Steps now available!

I'm so pleased that Dreamspinner Press agreed to reprint a number of my earlier books that had gone out of print and the first one is a great one. First Steps is one of my first that features men with kids. And I absolutely love the cover Dreamspinner did for it. One of my favorite covers, for sure.

I've included an excerpt below. A non-smutty one as I've got a smutty one planned for Smutterday.

First Steps

Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, single gay dad Peter Boone is at the end of his rope. He has screaming twin babies to care for and far too much time without adult companionship. To make matters worse, Alaska’s harsh and gloomy winter is about to close in on him, his twins, and their small, rundown cabin.

Park Ranger Chad Bristow likes living alone in Alaska, but after visiting Peter to warn him about an encroaching forest fire, he starts to wonder what life would be like with someone like Peter. Winter’s severity worries Chad, and he believes Peter and his twins won’t make it, so he offers to take them into his home. Soon Chad realizes that the attraction he experienced for Peter on their first meeting has the potential to heat up beyond his being a good Samaritan. Now all he has to do is convince Peter that they can do more than just keep each other warm.

Buy links:
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Excerpt:

Prologue

The cabin was quiet.

Well, quiet was one hell of a strong term, with Ellen screaming at the top of her lungs and Daniel sobbing hysterically while Peter fixed their bottles, but at least it wasn’t cars and trucks and fire engines and neighbors and stuff.

“Hush, now, you two. Daddy’s hurrying. Ellie, you’re not starving. Danny-boy, breathe. The bottles are coming.”

God, he was tired. Ginnie, his surrogate, had offered to terminate one, when they’d found out two were coming, but he’d wanted his babies, had paid her all his inheritance to carry them, wouldn’t give them up.

Still, he should have saved enough for a nanny.

He put the nipples on the bottles and went over to the crib where they were carrying on, fat little legs kicking furiously, hands reaching for him. Screaming stopped at the sight of the food.

Beasts.

Spoiled beasts.

Beautiful, sweet, spoiled beasts.

He laughed, relaxing, enjoying the sudden silence, the look of pleasure in those pretty china-blue eyes.

“See, there? Daddy promised not to make you two starve.”

The trees cast huge shadows over the little yard into the huge bay window, and the sky looked fabulous—violets and pinks and blues. God, it was beautiful here. “Oh, sweets. I want to let you grow up somewhere like this. Somewhere green and alive and not concrete. Somewhere you can go outside.”

Peter had been in the mountains for three weeks, searching for something, someplace he and the babies could afford. His place in the city was tiny.

Falling apart.

Expensive.

Not suitable for babies.

He chuckled at himself, picking Ellie up to burp because she always ate faster. Burke and Allan and the guys wouldn’t recognize him now—his hair was scraggly, he had on old jeans and a diaper on his shoulder, and he smelled like baby powder and…

God, he loved his babies.

More than fucking, more than parties, more than the city. Hell, more than writing, and that was saying something.

Allan had stopped by before they’d headed out, all concerned eyes and frowning and “are you sure about this weird baby thing, man.” They’d shared some hard words, harsh ones—Allan called him a sell-out, a breeder, and he’d told Allan that, at some point, life had to be about more than fucking someone, over or otherwise.

The fight had gotten louder and uglier, and then Ellen started fussing—sweet little love, so aware, so sensitive—and he’d been derailed, turning his back on his former fuckbuddy, going to get his daughter and his son.

His family.

Ellie burped about the time Daniel started wriggling, and he settled Ellen back in her crib before putting Danny over his knees.

Yeah, he needed to find somewhere for them, somewhere warm and safe. Somewhere where his sweets would remember making snowmen and picking flowers and playing.

He needed that for them, and damn it, he’d find it.

“Come on, Danny. Burp and we’ll all lie down together and rest.”

Ellen kicked, her movements setting the music off on her little mobile, her happy laugh filling the cabin.


Chapter One

When the fire warning went up to high, Chad got into the jeep and made a tour of the houses that bordered the forest. He put the No Fire signs up at all the campsites and talked to all the hikers and campers he ran into, pressing home the point.

There hadn’t been a fire yet on his watch, and he planned to keep it that way.

He pulled the jeep into the last house. The old Washer place. It had sat empty the last couple of years, but supposedly someone was renting it for a while, looking to buy. They didn’t get too many long-term renters up this way; most folks were summer visitors only, happier leasing and not having to worry about the place in winter.

Straightening his hat, Chad went to the front door and knocked sharply.

He didn’t hear anything and was about to knock again when the door opened, revealing a man dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. Red-eyed, hair curling wildly, the man looked sort of like a hoot owl, all blinky and dazed.

“Shh! You’ll wake them, and then I’ll have to strangle you.”

Sean

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where the naughty boys come and play

What's Coming This Week

I have three books coming out between now and Sunday!

I'm so excited to share the next in the Fairytale Shifters series. This one riffs off from Rapunzel and features Joe the gorilla shifter and Rafe the giraffe shifter. It'll be available at Amazon and All Romance Ebooks on Thursday!

Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

When Guerilla Contracting is called out after hours to deal with electrical problems at the circus, gorilla shifter Joe expects to encounter animals in cages. He doesn’t like it, but knows it’s part of the territory when it comes to circuses. What he doesn’t expect to find is a naked man in the giraffe cage.

Giraffe has lived his entire life as an attraction at the zoo, moving from his home-cage to the work-cage and back. He’s not allowed to let anyone know he’s a shifter, and doesn’t mean to get caught as a man when Joe comes by his cage. Joe is nice, though, and when he asks Giraffe to come away with him, Giraffe does.

Joe’s interest in Giraffe shifts as he secrets Giraffe away to his home in the country, becoming about more than just saving Giraffe from his cage.

Could it be possible that Giraffe feels the same way Joe does, or will he want to return to the only home he’s ever known?

Tomorrow the reprint of First Steps will be available for download! It's been up for pre-order for the last few weeks, but now it'll be ready to read!

First Steps

Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, single gay dad Peter Boone is at the end of his rope. He has screaming twin babies to care for and far too much time without adult companionship. To make matters worse, Alaska’s harsh and gloomy winter is about to close in on him, his twins, and their small, rundown cabin.

Park Ranger Chad Bristow likes living alone in Alaska, but after visiting Peter to warn him about an encroaching forest fire, he starts to wonder what life would be like with someone like Peter. Winter’s severity worries Chad, and he believes Peter and his twins won’t make it, so he offers to take them into his home. Soon Chad realizes that the attraction he experienced for Peter on their first meeting has the potential to heat up beyond his being a good Samaritan. Now all he has to do is convince Peter that they can do more than just keep each other warm.

Out tomorrow, but available to pre-order today:

Dreamspinner

All Romance Ebooks

Amazon

And last but not least, another book that's perfect for Halloween Month - His Very Own Vampire is coming out on Sunday from Amber Allure, but this one is also already available for pre-order!

His Very Own Vampire

Vampire Truelock’s job for the last several hundred years has been protecting the President of Archer Industries, a family-run company that has done very well for itself. Since the current patriarch, Desmond Archer, is getting ready to officially retire from the company that more or less runs itself, he sends True on a mission to protect his estranged grandson Lane.

Lane’s mother stopped speaking to her father Desmond when Lane was only a few years old and has told her son that his grandparents are all dead. He has no idea that he’s even an heir to a fortune. So when a handsome stranger steps in and saves him from bodily hard just when he needs it, he’s both grateful and a little suspicious. That suspicion only grows when bad things continue to happen to him, all seeming to stem from True’s arrival and his claim that he’s been sent by Lane’s grandfather to protect him.

The fact that there’s insane chemistry between Lane and True doesn’t help either of them untangle the mystery regarding the danger’s source. Can they find the answers before Lane’s unknown enemies manage to do him permanent damage?

Pre-order it now or wait until Sunday to buy and download it immediately, either way it's 35% off until Sunday next week!

Happy reading!

Sean

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Smutterday - Box of Nails: Jack of All Trades

The latest Box of Nails book came out this past Wednesday and I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's a lot of fun doing the stories for this 'sidequel' Hammer series. A boy new to the whole BDSM scene turned up for this - heck, he doesn't think he has a kinky bone in his body. He is in for a surprise!

Box of Nails: Jack of All Trades

Brad is crashing in his cousin Stephen's room while he tries to sort out his life. A perpetual student, he still hasn't settled on a major after a half dozen years at University. He loves learning, but so far that's the only thing that's been a good fit.

Dill is a full-time Dom who hasn't found the right sub yet. He's not worried about it -- he figures it'll eventually happen and in the meantime, there's plenty of boys at the Hammer Club who are eager to share a scene with an experienced master.

When Brad and Dill meet at a party at Barney and Devon's house for subs, the attraction is immediate and undeniable and Master Dill feels that Brad is the perfect sub for him. He also believes that as his submissive, Brad will learn the focus he needs to fulfill his potential and find satisfaction with his life. Now he just needs to help jack-of-all-trades Brad see they belong together.

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The other doors had numbers on them and they stopped at the one marked three, Dill opening it up and flooding it with light.

He was expecting a dungeon -- hard and black and janky. Filthy. Instead, it was a bright room with a bed, clean sheets, cream-colored walls, and a pair of easy chairs by a coffee table. There was also an armoire against the far wall.

"It looks so normal."

"What were you expecting?" Dill asked him, closing the door and setting the key on the little table next to it. There was a basket there, full of condoms and small tubes of lube with the club's name and logo on it.

"I don't know, honestly. Something from a Nine Inch Nails video?"

"I love them," Dill told him. "The driving beat is awesome for strong scenes."

Brad went to one of the chairs, sat. "That's like kinky stuff without sex, right?"

"Scenes can involve sex -- it depends on who is doing it, why they're doing it and what they want out of it."

He sipped his Coke. "So, do you have sex here a lot?" It was a fair question, right?

"No, I don't. Most of my scenes don't usually involve sex."

That led to an inevitable question. "What do they involve?"

"Discipline, pain, pleasure."

That was code for "that's none of your business".

"Ah. Do you, uh, have a list of guys?"

Dill shook his head. "I've done scenes with some of the members here, but I haven't found the person I'm looking for. My special someone. And that's what I want, someone special instead of random men. Then my scenes will involve sex."

"That's cool to know. I'm not... I'm a serial monogamist, I think. I have a lover and I keep them until they go." He'd had a couple of serious guys, but they didn't last. He wasn't easy.

"Have they always been the one to go?" Dill sat in the other chair and patted his lap. "Come sit while we talk."

"On your lap?" How intimate was that?

"Please." That heated look was back in Dill's eyes.

"Okay. Yeah." He moved over, perched on Dill's thighs. Dill's arm slid around his waist, hand landing on his thigh.

"Now. You were telling me about these lovers who left," Dill prompted.

"Oh, I've had a couple of serious guys, you know?" Mistakes.

"They didn't work out, hmm?"

"Nope." He wasn't stable or grown up or normal or ambitious or whatever enough.

"I'm sorry, Brad." Dill shook his head. "Wait. No, I'm not sorry. Because if any of them had worked out, we wouldn't be here now."

That was an honest answer, wasn't it? "I guess you take the good with the bad."

"And I think you're very good."

Dill kissed him, tongue sliding along his lips. Like at the cookout, these kisses were addictive, drugging, and they made him ache inside. They were why he'd come, after all. At least in a large part. And they went on and on, Dill masterful.

He began to kiss Dill back, moaning and breathing into Dill's lips. Grabbing one of his legs, Dill encouraged him to straddle Dill's lap. That brought his cock in contact with Dill's belly. Oh. Oh, damn.

Groaning, Dill put a hand behind his head, holding it there as Dill deepened the kiss. A dull heat began to grow in his belly, his cock pressing against his zipper.

"You make me hard, Brad. You make me want. Deeply."

He knew that Dill could tell that it was the same for him, that he was hard, needing.

Dill slid a hand along his spine, from his neck to his ass, fingers curling around it. The most natural action on earth seemed to be to relax, accept it. Dill massaged his ass, fingers strong, firm. Tingles shot up along his legs, into his belly.

Lips parting from his, Dill pressed their foreheads together. "I want more than kisses."

"Uh-huh. I want to orgasm together."

Dill smiled. "That sounds perfect."

"Like that we're on the same page."

"Me, too. Bed?"

"Yeah." Okay, stand up. Stand up, Brad told himself.

Dill stood, hands beneath his ass. Oh God, Dill was so strong. It didn't feel like Dill was in danger of dropping him, at all.

"Careful!" So hot.

"I might be shorter than you, but I'm plenty strong." Dill carried him to the bed and laid him down carefully.

"You're amazing." That was sexy as hell.

"Thank you." No false modesty, but not arrogant, either.

The more he learned about Dill, the more Brad liked the man. "Is Dill your first name?" He'd never fucked a guy that he didn't know the name of.

"It's short for Dillinger, and yes, it is."

"Dillinger. That's amazing." That was a fabulous name.

"You think so?"

"I do. I'm a Bradley."

"No one's ever called you Lee?"

"Lee? No. No, I've always been a Brad." He reached up, let his hands slide up along that ripped belly.

Groaning, Dill pulled his t-shirt off, giving Brad access to his skin.

"Mmm. Thank you." Okay, that was a wet dream.

Dill's body was like a brick shithouse, all muscles and warm, smooth skin, and Brad explored, tracing ribs and abs, the tight nipples. Dill made great noises for him. Groans, moans, sweet sighs.

"No ink?" Brad could get that. If he had a body like that, he wouldn't do anything to distract from it.

"Never had anything I wanted permanently."

"I can understand that." Perfectly.

"Your turn," Dill told him, nodding at his t-shirt.

"I'm skinny," he warned, pulling his own t-shirt off.

"And you think it's a problem?"

"I think it's different from you."

"I'm not looking for someone like me," Dill noted.

"No?" He wasn't either. He wasn't sure he was looking at all.

"Take it off, Brad. I want to see."

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Smutterday - Fine as Frog Hair

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

Fine as Frog Hair

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

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

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

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You're so sexy, Russ..."

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

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

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

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

"I was hoping there would be."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gasped softly. "Do what?"

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

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

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

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

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Snippet Sunday

I know it's traditionally Six Sentence Sunday, but  I didn't want to cut this particular bit down to shorter than this.

Grant, Mark and Ting star in a story I'm working on that doesn't actually have a deadline. They are naughty, sneaky boys.

snippet

Mark went back to work on the Popsicle, the huge wide base stretching Mark's lips.

"Oh, damn Ting. Are you watching this?" Grant asked.

"Uh-huh?" Ting didn't even have breath.

Mark's eyebrows lifted in an obvious question.

 Grant shook his head. "You're oblivious, aren't you?"

"About what?"

Grant laughed, the sound somewhat breathless. "The way you go down on that Popsicle is inspiring."


Happy end of the weekend,
Sean
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