Smutterday - Bound by Thorns

For smutterday today, I'm sharing a smutty excerpt of Bound by Thorns, the third book in the Dragon Soul series from Carina Press, which came out on September 26.

Bound by Thorns

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 

buy links:

Carina Press

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Book 1 of the series is Branded by Flames.

Book 2 of the series is Seduced by the Tide.

Smutty Excerpt:

Luke didn’t immediately follow him down onto the bed. Instead, Luke stood there and slowly undressed, pulling his clothes off but somehow never losing Greyson’s gaze.

“This is a dream, isn’t it?”

“Not that I know of.” Luke climbed on the bed, straddling his legs and slowly moving up.

“No? Good.” He didn’t want it to be. He wanted this to be real.

Luke put his hands on either side of Greyson’s head and slowly bent to bring their lips together. He exhaled, the connection between them strong enough to make him ache, deep in his bones.

Luke’s nostrils flared, like he was pulling in Greyson’s scent on the air, and he reached for Luke, stroking the lines of his angular jaw.

“I could kiss you for the rest of time,” Luke murmured against his lips before sliding those lips along his newly bared cheek.

Sweet words. And if Luke was right, if they were going to be together for the rest of time, he wished this had happened before he’d gotten hurt.

“I wasn’t joking, Pet. And I should get my wish, too.” Luke kissed him hard. “You are my soul mate, so you will be mine forever. Nobody else has the soul that matches mine.” Luke gave him a quick, hard hug. “Now, making love or more shaving?”

Like he could answer that. Seriously. He grabbed Luke behind the neck, tugging the big guy into a kiss.

Luke rocked against him, cock hard and leaking on his skin, leaving burning hot little lines that left him gasping. 

It didn’t matter what part of Luke touched him, he felt it to his bones.

Damn, that was something else. Something he couldn’t quite comprehend.

Luke’s lips left his, moving again along his bare jaw, licking and nibbling, but very quickly moving to tease the skin on his neck, leaving little shivers behind. “Mine,” Luke whispered. “All mine.”

“Shh.” They’d known each other approximately thirty-five seconds, for fuck’s sake.

Luke grinned at him, looking smug as fuck. It was kind of annoying that it was as attractive on Luke as every other look.

He’d never found another man as attractive as he found Luke. It was…undeniable.

Luke licked his way down to Greyson’s right nipple. He breathed on it. Then breathed on it some more. The anticipation made his body tense, made his skin tighten. His nipples hardened as he continued to wait.

When Luke finally pounced, lips wrapping around his nipple, so hot, it felt enormous.

He cried out, the sound shocking him, the pressure making him shudder.

His reaction saw Luke begin to suck, tongue flicking back and forth across the tip of his nipple. 

God, were guys even supposed to get off on that? Was that a thing? 

Whether it was a thing or not, he totally was. 

Then Luke bit and he howled, the sudden sharpness enough that he whimpered and twisted, caught by Luke’s teeth.

Luke grabbed his hips, pulling him in tighter and grinding their hips together as he didn’t let go of Greyson’s flesh.

“Aches.” And he couldn’t seem to breathe around the pressure.

Luke’s teeth closed over his nipple again, just the tip, all the while grinding against him.

Heat poured from him, shocking the hell out of him. Luke rumbled and let go of his nipple, moving down immediately to lap the come from his belly.

He watched, utterly stunned, as Luke lapped up every single drop, tongue dragging along his skin.

When Luke looked up, he smiled. “Mmm, you’re delicious.”

“You…” That had been the hottest thing in history.

Sean

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Sneak Peek Sunday - Bound by Thorns

For today's sneak peek, I have an excerpt from Bound by Thorns, the third book in the Dragon Soul series from Carina Press, which is coming out on September 25.

Bound by Thorns

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 

buy links:

Carina Press

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Google Play

iBooks

Kobo

Book 1 of the series is Branded by Flames.

Book 2 of the series is Seduced by the Tide.

Bound by Thorns 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 his 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. He’d paid for a month in advance and they had his credit card number to keep charging unless he told them otherwise. This was not in his plans.

“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.

* * *

Luke patrolled the forest every day, shifting into his dragon and flying over it, making sure everything was as it should be. For a couple of weeks, he avoided the quadrant where the stranger was staying. No one had been at the little cabin on that corner of the land in a long time. It was too far out even for the service to use as storage, so it sat empty. He went by twice a year to make sure everything was in good repair, but aside from that, it had been empty for years. 

It wasn’t empty anymore, as he’d discovered by accident when flying over it some fifteen days ago. 

No. Now it was filled with a shaggy blond drunk with the palest blue eyes he’d ever seen. Someone had dropped the ball somewhere, not letting him know the place was now occupied, especially given the time of year. 

He found himself flying too close again, sniffing hard, seeking the stranger’s scent to make sure the guy was still alive. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to get caught. There was only one thing for it. He was going to have to go back. He’d take over a lasagna, a case of water, and maybe some milk and a box of cookies or something. Check up on the man. That ought to assuage his need to make sure the guy wasn’t about to expire on him.

He packed the cooler on the trailer behind the snowmobile and headed for the cabin. He was going to deal with this nonsense, once and for all. These were his forests. Nobody came here during the winter. It was too isolated, too far north, too easy to get trapped once the rain turned to snow.

He pulled the snowmobile up next to the cabin, and slowly got off it, noticing a car-shaped tarp next to the building. Was the guy going to come to the door because of the noise, or was he really going to wait until Luke knocked? It wasn’t like he was here for anyone else. He took a moment to look under the tarp, finding a beat-up jeep that had seen better days. Letting the tarp go, he went back to the front door.

When no one appeared, he shook his head, then knocked. 

The man answered the door in a pair of boxers and nothing else, long blond hair covering his shoulders, beard masking a heavy frown. Fuck, that lean body was covered in scars, most of them concentrated on one thigh. Luke tried hard not to stare, but damn, they were brutal. Made him wonder what had happened to the guy.

“Can I help you?”

“Wellness check,” he said, pushing his way in. Luke wasn’t waiting for an invitation, especially as he didn’t figure he was going to get one. 

“What the fuck? I’m fine!” 

Sean

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Smutterday - Shifter Rescue 8: And One Makes Four

Here's a smutty excerpt of my latest release - Shifter Rescue 8: And One Makes Four from Changeling Press. This is the follow-up book to Three Uncaged where we first meet Stripe, Xeno and Shen.

Shifter Rescue 8: And One Makes Four

Now that zoo shifters Stripe, Xeno and Shen have been rescued, Pirou finds an expert to help them learn how to live their own lives.

Levi is good at his job, professional and passionate about helping. After all, he was a rescue once himself. He always provides whatever help he can, and he never takes advantage of his charges.

These three are different, though, and when Shen makes overtures, Levi finds himself unable to resist the sweet kit. Stripe, Xeno and Shen come as a package, though.

Is there a way for three to become four?

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smutty excerpt:


“Is that wrong? This is new to me. I’m a bad man.” Shen scooted away, head down. “I’m sorry.”

“No! No! Not at all.” He reached for Shen automatically, gently touching his skin. “You aren’t bad at all. I just didn’t know if you would want that or not. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to.” He wouldn’t force anyone to do anything, or take advantage of a feeling of obligation.

“It felt good before…” Blue eyes started up at him from beneath dark lashes.

“If it doesn’t feel good, you’re doing something wrong,” Levi admitted. Would the other two be upset if he connected with Shen through lovemaking?

Did he care?

Shen called to him, drew him in. He wanted Shen in a way he’d never wanted any of his other charges. Well, in a way he’d never wanted anyone, in fact.

He moved back toward the shifter, took Shen’s cheeks in his hands and gently pressed their lips together. Shen smiled, lips moving lazily, easily against his. Levi returned the caresses and realized that they probably should have moved to the bed, small as it was, before they’d started this. So, he rolled onto his back, bringing Shen with him and giving the kit his body as a mattress.

Shen cuddled in, moving slowly, rhythmically. Shen might be new at this, but his instincts were great.
Levi dropped one hand to Shen’s ass, encouraging the long movements. If he hadn’t already been turned on from the brushing, this would have certainly done the job.

Shen moaned, tongue slipping out to taste. Levi touched that questing tongue with his own, sliding them together. Those lovely eyes shone at him, the look open, eager, utterly fascinating.

“You’re absolutely delicious, Shen. I love tasting you.” Levi went back for another kiss, tongue pushing in a little harder this time, more insistent.

Shen was so responsive, opening up to him and pressing down against him. Groaning, Levi wrapped his hand around the back of Shen’s head, deepening the kiss even farther.

There was no shame, no tension, just a lazy hunger that Shen fed to him. He was glad this was something outside the zoo experience for Shen and the others, that they could have this pleasure.

He began sliding his hands up and down along Shen’s back, loving the sensation of the hot, silky skin beneath his fingertips.

“Are you seducing our mate?”

Sean

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Blue Jay Shifter Ficlet

There are three blue jays hanging around in my backyard, obviously two males and a female because there is mating behavior going on. This inspired me to write the following little bit of fiction.

Blue Jay Love

Jay flapped his wings and sang his song, filling his breast with as much air as he could before letting it ring out. It was no good, though. The lovely lady he’d been calling to flew off with the interloper. Chirping indignantly, he flew in through the open window, shifting as he came to a landing on the floor by the couch.

Snarling, he stomped into the kitchen for a glass of water – trying to find a mate was fucking hard work.

“Whoa, who ruffled your feathers?” asked Blu, his roommate, sitting at the little kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of him.

“I don’t know! It was a new guy. I all but had her eating out of my hand and promising to line my nest when this big guy – the biggest motherfucking jay I’ve ever seen – swooped in and stole her out from under me!” Jay hated mating season. If he’d been better at it, he might possibly have enjoyed it more, but the truth was, nobody wanted to mate with him, ever. And, well, he wasn't even sure that he liked girls anyway.

Blu gave him a look. “I’m not sure why you even bother trying to pick up a mate. It’s not like you want babies. Or even like girls.”

He gave Blu a startled look. “But it’s our nature. It’s what we do.” It was expected. Whether you wanted to or not.

Blu shrugged. “I don’t. The only one I want to shake my tail feathers at is you.”

Jay gasped, his cock going immediately hard – and he was still naked, so he couldn’t hide his reaction from Blu. Not that he really wanted to if Blu was being honest about the tail feather shaking thing.

“I like you, Jay. A very lot.”

Jay bobbed his head up and down. “Me, too. You. Like me. I mean you. I mean I like you too.”

Blu laughed and launched himself from his chair, pouncing Jay and pushing him up against the wall. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

“Three and a half years,” Jay guessed as that was how long they’d been sharing the little house they lived in.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, Blu pressed up against him, skin warm, cock hard and burning against his belly. Jay had never imagined anything could feel so good.

Jay finally blinked. “What are you going to do about it?” Was that his voice – all husky and wanton sounding?

“This.” Blu brought their mouths together, kissing him hard. His mouth opened automatically and Blu’s tongue pushed in. It slid along his own tongue and touched his teeth, the roof of his mouth. It made his belly go hard and hot, a ball of need settling there. Blu stepped back, their mouths parting and Jay leaned in, wanting that connection back. “And this.” Blu dropped to his knees and took Jay’s cock in his mouth.

Oh Great Feathered God of the Skies.


Sean
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Smutterday - Fairytale Shifters: Little Red Riding Hood

Here's a smutty excerpt of the latest Fairytale Shifter book Little Red Riding Hood.

Cardinal shifter Red works his tailfeathers off as a waiter at The Woods. He doesn’t mind working hard at the diner, but some of the customers have mean streaks and he’s an easy target. When wolf shifter Growler comes in one day for his lunch, he’s immediately taken by Red and even defends him from the porcine bullies giving Red a hard time.

Red’s boss Reisha warns him about getting together with Growler. The guy is a wolf and Red’s kind are nothing but a light snack to wolves. Still, Red likes to make up his own mind, and sometimes a little danger is fun to flirt with, especially if it gets him what he needs, so when Growler offers to give him a ride on his motorcycle, Red is quick to accept.

Predator and prey usually make uneasy bedfellows, but that doesn’t seem to be the case for Red and Growler. Will they be able to fly in the face of convention and find the perfect nest together?

Buy links:
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smutty excerpt:

G kept coming, stalking him, even though he wasn’t running.

He took one step back, but he tried to force himself to be still. G’s lips twitched, his nostrils flared and the look in his eyes became even more intense.

“You’re supposed to be seducing, remember?”

“Seducing, stalking, there’s a very fine line between them.” G kept coming.

“Is-is there?” His cock was hard as a rock. but it still felt like it was getting harder as G neared.

“Uh-huh. Especially when you put a predator and prey together.” G was suddenly right there, right in front of him and taking the glass from his hand. He hadn’t even realized he was still holding it.

“You promised not to hurt me, remember.” Red was reminding himself as much as G.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” G took his chin in those strong fingers and tilted his head up. Then the light disappeared, G’s kiss long and hard.

He gasped, the sensation absolutely stealing his breath. G took advantage of his gasp, tongue pushing in between his lips, fucking his mouth.  Oh, God. He reached for G’s shoulders, holding on.

Broad. Heavy. Wide. Oh, how lovely.

G growled softly, one hand sliding along his back, using his spine as a road and travelling along it. The touches left tingles in their wake, lighting up his skin. He moaned, tongue sliding against G’s, greeting him. Groaning, G tilted his head, and deepened the kiss. Red wrapped his hands tighter around G’s shoulders as he trusted G to hold him up. He was lifted, and his legs wrapped automatically around G’s waist.

“Good instincts, Red.” Holding him, G began to walk into the main room.

Red could feel G’s strength in every step he took and Red didn’t once worry that he would be dropped.

He kissed along G’s jaw, nuzzled the hollow under G’s ear. His touches earned him soft moans and happy chuffs, G’s breath blowing across the skin of his face.

He didn’t know where G was taking him, but he trusted it would be somewhere where they could continue making out. Sure enough, he was suddenly horizontal and G laid him out on the couch, coming down with him.

He gasped, his bird panicking for a second, then G cupped his jaw. “I have you.”

Those grey eyes were so steady, staring into him like they could see his soul. G breathed with him, one inhale after exhale after inhale. It all conspired together to steady him.

“I don’t try to be flighty. It’s my nature,” he admitted.

“Stick with me, Red. I’m solid.” G proved it by resting more firmly on him.

This time, instead of panicking, he reveled in the weight, in the heat of G’s body.

“Oh…” He snuggled right in.

“Yes. Oh.” G circled his hips, their cocks pressing together, rubbing through the denim of their jeans. Strong as that material was, it couldn’t disguise the heat and hardness of G’s magnificent erection.

That made him ache, and he rubbed, rocking against G’s heat. Groaning, G worked a hand beneath his T-shirt, sliding it from his stomach up toward his nipples. G took his time getting there, though, moving at the speed of molasses in winter. By the time his nipples were bared, his was vibrating all over.

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday - Post 2

I know it came out a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't get a chance to do a book day post for the latest Fairytale Shifter book. Little Red Riding Hood is a brand new self-pub.

Cardinal shifter Red works his tailfeathers off as a waiter at The Woods. He doesn’t mind working hard at the diner, but some of the customers have mean streaks and he’s an easy target. When wolf shifter Growler comes in one day for his lunch, he’s immediately taken by Red and even defends him from the porcine bullies giving Red a hard time.

Red’s boss Reisha warns him about getting together with Growler. The guy is a wolf and Red’s kind are nothing but a light snack to wolves. Still, Red likes to make up his own mind, and sometimes a little danger is fun to flirt with, especially if it gets him what he needs, so when Growler offers to give him a ride on his motorcycle, Red is quick to accept.

Predator and prey usually make uneasy bedfellows, but that doesn’t seem to be the case for Red and Growler. Will they be able to fly in the face of convention and find the perfect nest together?

Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon


Sean
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Sneak Peek Sunday - Part 2

Fiends With Benefits will be available on Friday March 17! A little (bid, actually) demon for St-Patrick's Day!

Fiends With Benefits

Ben will do anything to save Standish from dying of cancer. Even sell his soul.

Desperate to save Standish, his dying lover, Ben summons a demon. When the summoning works, no one is more surprised than Ben himself.

Zazzul is a thousands years old demon who practices sex magic. He wasn’t too impressed on being summoned on his birthday, but once he meets Ben and Standish, he’s willing to heal Standish, as long as Ben agrees to his conditions, of course.

Can Zazzul really heal Standish? And if he does, what will the ramifications be?

Look for Fiends with Benefits on Friday at Changeling Press.

Smutterday - Shifter Rescue: Claws

Shifter Rescue:: Claws

Life is never dull when you've become a dragon shifter's keeper.

Now that Drill is Az, the dragon shifter's keeper, it's time for them to move out of the basement. Being the owner's brother has some perks and Pirou has renovated their rooms to include everything that could make a dragon shifter and a master happy. With a place of their own, Az and Drill are free to explore each other and their special relationship.

The slavers who first stole Az still want the dragon they lost, though, and when they attack, it exposes Az and Drill to the rest of the residents at the Old Tavern Club, including Drill's brother and club owner Drongo. Can Az and Drill survive the exposure?

It's available here at Changeling Press


smutty excerpt:

Drill’s smile turned into laughter. “Yes, Az. Coming, and then eating.”

“Coming and going and eating and swimming!” He cheered. His keeper was so good to him.

Drill muffled the sound with a kiss, hand sliding down to wrap around their erections. Both at the same time so they squished together. Az rolled, the motion easy, necessary.

“Yes, like that.” Drill met his movements, both of them working with each other.

His eyes crossed, Az bit the air, so excited. Drill’s fingers rubbed over the top of Az’s cock, pushing slightly into his slit.

“Keeper. Keeper. Keeper.”

“I’m right here with you, Az.” Drill’s words sounded like a promise.

“Aches.” Ached and made Az tingle.

“Aches so good.” The touches continued, Drill’s hand moving up and down along their cocks, and one finger slid against his slit on each upstroke.

Az shook his head, nodded. This was new. Drill chuckled and kept up the touches. Az’s hips shook, side to side, trying to get more sensation.

“No, my dragon. Just this.”

“Keeper…” Oh. Oh, big.

Drill nodded and squeezed them tightly together. The touch came to Az’s slit, again and again. “Soon,” his keeper told him. “We’ll come soon.”

“Soon. Big, Keeper.”

“Uh-huh.”  Drill pressed into his slit once more.

“Oh!” Az’s eyes went wide and he jerked, seed pouring from him. Not just from him, but from his keeper, too, and the smell of them mingled. He groaned, panted softly.

Nuzzling him, Drill squeezed their cocks again, making a shiver go through him. Az felt everything, so much.

Sean

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where the naughty boys come... and play

Shifter Rescue: Claws now out

The sequel to Shifter Rescue: Scales is now out! This is the continuation of Drill and Az's story. The next Shifter Rescue story will feature a new pairing. I've got an excerpt of the non-smutty variety below. I'll do a smutty one on Saturday.

Shifter Rescue:: Claws

Life is never dull when you've become a dragon shifter's keeper.

Now that Drill is Az, the dragon shifter's keeper, it's time for them to move out of the basement. Being the owner's brother has some perks and Pirou has renovated their rooms to include everything that could make a dragon shifter and a master happy. With a place of their own, Az and Drill are free to explore each other and their special relationship.

The slavers who first stole Az still want the dragon they lost, though, and when they attack, it exposes Az and Drill to the rest of the residents at the Old Tavern Club, including Drill's brother and club owner Drongo. Can Az and Drill survive the exposure?

It's available here at Changeling Press.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

It was the middle of the night, and Pirou had cleared the hallways of the Old Tavern Club so Drill and Az could move from the basement to their new rooms on the top floor. The club, a front for the shifter rescue organization Pirou managed, was empty at three a.m. and in the upper floors of the building, where many of their rescues lived, the residents were all in their apartments.

Drill was eager to get the dragon-rescue he’d claimed as his own, Az, out of their little room underground to one of the rooms on a higher floor where they’d have more room, sunlight and a view. A full fridge so Pirou didn’t have to have more meat delivered to them three times a day. A huge bed, big sofas and chairs. A tub. He knew Az very badly wanted to bathe in water, and he was eager to share that with his dragon.

Now that the time to make the move was approaching, Az was, of course, hiding under the bed, and chewing his claws.

The knock at the door signaled that they were ready to go.

“We’ll be right there, Pirou,” Drill said softly through the door. Then he bent and looked under the bed. “Don’t be afraid, Az.”

“I can stay here in the safe,” Az insisted.

“It’ll be safe upstairs, too, Az. And in the halls, because you’ll be with me.” He couldn’t blame Az, really -- the last time he’d been out in the open, he’d been taken by the slavers. Whereas he’d been safe here from the moment Pirou had rescued him.

Az hid his face.

“You need to come, Az. Trust me.” That was the most important thing, of course. That Az trust him. It would always be the most important thing, no matter what the situation.

“I do, Keeper, but I’m scared,” Az admitted.

“I know. But there’s a huge tub waiting for you. A bigger bed. Sunlight.” Drill knew these things would all be incentives.

“Sunlight.” Az breathed the word like it was sacred.

“Yes, Az. Right now there are stars.”

Drill wondered, could his dragon do stairs or did he need to be human for that?

“Do you know what stairs are?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes, Keeper.”

“Okay. Good. Good. There are five flights.” If Az couldn’t work stairs they would risk meeting someone in the elevators, but the stairs would be better. Quieter, private.

“Flights?”

He kept forgetting Az had no concept of so many of things he -- and most of the population -- took for granted. The results of spending his entire life in seclusion from humans. “Sections. There are five sets of stairs.”

“And no one will take me away and poke me with needles?” Az asked.

“No.” Just the thought made Drill growl. “I will kill anyone who tries.” He would let his bear-wolf out and tear them to pieces.

Az slowly crawled out from under the bed.

“Oh, you’re definitely going to need a bath when we get home.” Drill brushed dust from Az’s scales.

“A water bath?” Az asked.

“Yes, my dragon. A water bath we can share together.”

Az’s eyes went wide, sparkling. There. Now they had motivation.

Drill nodded. “A real water bath, Az. Wanna?”

Az nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Let’s go then.”

Drill opened the door and motioned for Az to come out with him. Az followed him, staying close, eyes huge and watching. He rubbed Az’s head as they got to the first set of stairs. “Okay. Five sets of eighteen stairs. There shouldn’t be anyone in the stairwell.”

Pirou had promised the way was clear, all the way up.

“Five eighteens. Ninety stairs.”

“Hey, you’re fast. I think that’s right, too.” Drill was a little slower, but Az’s math was right.

Az nodded, then zipped up the stairs, counting quickly. It made Drill blink, then he gave chase. His dragon had so many surprises in him. So many. He kept following the wicked-looking tail, never quite managing to catch up.

Az landed on the top stair. “Ninety!” His dragon was not the least bit out of breath, but Drill was panting pretty well.

“Good job, Az.”

Az trilled softly, obviously pleased.

Drill rubbed Az’s head, stroked along his back, then knocked on the door out of the stairwell. “Is the corridor clear, Pirou?”

“It is. Come on, you’ll share this floor with the boss.”

“The boss is my brother,” Drill told Az. “He’s… not as good people as Pirou here, but we can trust him.”

“Not good?” Az asked, frowning.

Pirou fluttered. “He’s perfect.”

Drill rolled his eyes. “I love my brother, but he’s my brother. There’s nothing wrong with him, but he’s far from perfect. Unless you’re Pirou.”

“He is Pirou’s keeper?”

Drill looked at Pirou, one eyebrow raised. Privately, he thought Pirou would very much like his brother to be exactly that. Keeper, master, sir, Dom, however you wanted to put it.

“I’ll unlock your door for you.” Pirou punched in the key on the number pad.

“You don’t have an answer for Az?” Drill grinned and turned to his dragon. “Pirou would like my brother to be his keeper.”

“Oh.” Az went to Pirou, wrapped around him. “If you know it, you should claim him. Bite him.”

Oh, fuck, that was the sweetest thing Drill had ever seen.

“I know it’s scary, but keepers are very important,” Az told Pirou.

“He’s right, Pirou. Besides, that was how he got me.” Drill still had the bite marks on his hand, though they didn’t hurt at all.

Pirou was about a thousand shades of red. “I’ll keep that in mind, Az. Thank you.”

Sean

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His Very Own Vampire now out!

His Very Own Vampire is now out at Amber Allure. Look for it from the distributors Sunday next week.

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?

Pick it up for 35% off at Amber Allure this week!

Yesterday there was a smutty excerpt, today there's a regular excerpt:

Lane grabbed the stack of bills off the table and ran before the big muscle-bound asshole that wanted to either turn him inside out with his fist or transform him into a zombie—it was so hard to tell with the Eastern European types—got back from his trip to the bathroom. It was Lane’s own damn fault, thinking he could get what he needed from a stranger and that he could earn a little cash at the same time. But what was a boy with a bit of a pain kink to do?

Lane went straight for the nightclub proper, moving into the midst of the packed dance floor before heading for the exit. If he was lucky, he’d be out the and into the open air in a second.

“Hey!”

Dammit.

Lane pushed faster, using the fact that he wasn’t the biggest guy on earth to his advantage and blending in with the crowd as he zoomed toward the door.

“No Sergei, I don’t want to become intimate with your fist or your lab-OR-atory or anything else. I was in this for the cash.” Lord.

Lane made it out the door, but Sergei was right behind him, and one great big paw grabbed the back of Lane’s shirt, bringing him up short. Boom. Caught. Damn.

“What the fuck, man? Watch the shirt! It’s an Armani!” Knockoff, but what tall, blond and terrifying didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Sergei shook him like Sergei was a cat with a new toy. “What’s your hurry? You did not have permission to leave yet. We did not even get started properly.”

“I suggest you let him go.” The voice came out of the crowd, and suddenly a tall guy stood there, looming over them. Blonder than the Russian hood—in fact his short, mussed hair was definitely white—the guy wore sunglasses. At night. How affectatious. He was bigger than Sergei, too. Maybe not as muscle bound, but taller, and his limbs spoke of strength. Lane ignored the part of himself that began drooling and the little voice that said it bet this guy would know exactly how to press each and every one of his buttons.

“He doesn’t belong to you,” The new guy told Sergei.

“I don’t belong to anyone! Dammit! Let me out of here!”

Sergei tugged him closer, putting him right between the two big guys. And while being the middle of a muscle sandwich might seem like a fantasy, in this particular situation, he wasn’t feeling the love.

Sergei’s move didn’t seem to faze the new guy at all. The new guy grabbed Sergei’s hands and twisted them, hard. Lane could hear the bones breaking, and Sergei screamed.

Just like that, Lane was free. He took off like a jackrabbit, zipping out the door and into the darkness. He was a little dazed by the crowds and the neon lights. A little dizzied by it in fact. Weird.

Lane thought he could hear footsteps following him, matching his stride. There was no way it was Sergei, not with those broken hands. He risked a glance to the right, and there was the white-haired guy, keeping up easily. How was that possible? And why?

Okay. Okay. Okay. The thought—not even the thought, the word—kept bouncing in his head like a super ball.

“Protect you,” the guy said, the words elongated, like they were spoken in slow-motion.

“I can’t.” Lane stumbled, almost crashing to the ground. Or maybe the ground was crashing up to meet him…

Strong hands slid beneath him and picked him up, settling him against a broad chest. The world spun madly, colors and sound joining together and swirling around him, trying to get to him.

“Someone help me.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. “Someone slipped me something.”

“Know…smell…safe…” There were more words than that, but they didn’t make any sense, and the sound kept cutting in and out.

Sean

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Smutterday - His Very Own Vampire

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?

Pick it up for 35% off at Amber Allure!


smutty excerpt:

“Where do you want me?” True asked.

“I’ll suck you off. Come here.”

They both shifted until Lane was on his knees between True’s legs. He spread them wider, giving Lane full access to his cock, which pushed out of his open pants like it was a race. His nostrils flared as he watched Lane lick his lips. True groaned, anticipating that tongue on his flesh. He hadn’t had a man who loved sucking cock in decades, maybe longer, and surely there hadn’t been anyone like Lane. The fact that everything Lane wanted to do to his cock was pushed into his head only made his need more desperate.

When Lane’s tongue touched the tip of his cock, he cried out, lightning shooting through it, through his balls. He panted, his fingers curling into fists to keep from grabbing Lane’s head and slamming into his mouth. True would let Lane set the pace. For now.

Lane took him, careful inch by inch, swallowing him down in a painfully slow manner.

“Making me crazy.” The urge to simply take what he wanted grew stronger, and a low growl built in his throat, wanting to be a scream, wanting out. He panted, his nostrils flaring.

Lane’s answer was a sharp slap of his tongue, right across True’s shaft.

“Fuck!” That sting was fucking amazing. True felt it all the way to his toes and it felt like it was still vibrating inside his cockhead. “Again,” he muttered. He wanted to feel it again.

The tiny, stinging blow rocked him again, stealing his breath.

“Damn, you’re good at that.” It didn’t hurt that there a strong connection between him and Lane, something that had been thrumming between them from the get go. True knew it was pheromones and destiny and lust and chemistry, all coming together. This was what it meant to be destined for each other, to be mates. There was no sense not trusting in it. That made no difference whatsoever. It simply was what it was, and True’s body drew him headlong into it.

He began thrusting his hips, pushing into Lane’s mouth. He still hadn’t grabbed hold of Lane’s head, but only because he’d dug his fingers into the couch cushions. Lane’s mouth was hot, yielding, possibly the sexiest thing he knew.

He finally couldn’t stand it anymore and wrapped his hands around Lane’s head, pumping hard. “Yes! Fuck! Your mouth.” It was like coming home, like being fed. Only better. Deeper somehow.

Sean

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Smutterday - Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel

As promised today I have a smutty excerpt of Rapunzel for you.

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?

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smutty excerpt:

Joe woke up a few times in the night, unused to sleeping with someone. Not that he was complaining, it felt good sharing his bed with Rafe, good enough that he didn’t mind being woken. He woke for the last time at some point after dawn, the light creeping in through the windows. He nuzzled into Rafe’s neck, his arms wrapped around the long body.

Rafe stretched, belly growling against Joe’s torso. His giraffe was hungry. Joe stroked the noisy stomach, making soothing noises. Rafe’s soft little sounds made him want to draw Rafe close, cradle him. When the noises continued, he did exactly that, keeping Rafe safe and warm against him. He wouldn’t let anything hurt this beautiful creature.

A soft sigh brushed his cheek, tickling his hair with the gentle exhale. It made him shiver and he held Rafe tighter, the long curls like silk. He felt Rafe blink against him, eyelashes tickling his skin.

He had morning wood, that was normal. But now it was growing harder, Rafe’s unwitting touches sweet and arousing. Rafe touched him, fingers sliding over his belly, tracing his cock, completely unashamed. He moaned, surprised by Rafe’s touches, but also pleased by them. He guessed shame was learned and Rafe hadn’t had a chance to learn that about touching and sex.

He reciprocated, reaching for Rafe’s cock and touching it, learning the shape of it. It was long, which seemed fitting. Rafe arched slowly, the motion dreamlike, graceful. Joe hummed, wrapping his hand around Rafe’s cock and pulling slowly, wanting to bring pleasure. A low sound rang out, filled the air with an odd music, and Joe kept stroking, wanting more of those noises. They made his belly warm and his cock even harder. Rafe matched him stroke for stroke, joining with him.

He gasped softly, eyes going to Rafe’s face. He stared into the golden brown eyes, seeing his own pleasure reflected back at him. Beautiful man. For the first time since he’d seen Rafe, the man looked confident, sure. Smiling, Joe slowly brought their mouths together, giving Rafe time to back off if he didn’t kiss. Rafe chuckled and pushed into Joe’s arms, a happy murmur brushing his lips.

Joe dipped his tongue between Rafe’s lips and into the warm, wet mouth. He tasted Rafe, the flavor green and grassy, slightly wild in the way only one of their kind could be. Rafe fed him another merry little laugh and their tongues touched. A sensation like an electrical shock went through him and he moaned, one hand dropping to Rafe’s ass. He brought their bodies together, rubbing hard.

Rafe grabbed him, eyes bright, awake, and aware. Joe hadn’t expected the passion and joy to be right there for the taking. But it was. He took another kiss, sucking on the tip of Rafe’s tongue. He supposed this should be expected. Sex was natural as breathing.

Sean

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Fairytale Shifters: Rapunzel now out!

I had so much fun working on Fairytale Shifters: Beauty and the Beast, that I immediately began the next one in the series, which happened to be Rapunzel. And I made it a goal to finish it in time to get it edited and the cover made so that it could come out during Halloween month (because isn't that just the perfect time for a paranormal?) It is now out!

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?

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excerpt (there will be a smutty one on Smutterday)

Joe pulled up at the circus on the fairgrounds just out of town and parked the truck near the front entrance. The place looked abandoned without the music and the lights and all the people. Like a ghost town, almost. He climbed out and headed for the front gate, a figure peeling itself off the wall as he approached.

“Guerilla Contracting,” he called out. The name of his business always made him smile, the double entendre entirely private—his own little secret. “I’m Joe. You guys have an electrical problem?”

The guy nodded. “Wooster. Boss said to bring you out to the junction box. None of the lights in the big tent are working. We had to refund tonight’s box office.”

Joe guessed that was not something anyone was happy about. It would be bad publicity, too, the circus not being able to put on a show.

“Let me just grab my toolbox.” He did so, then followed Wooster through the gates and among the tents to the caravans out the back, a huge mess of electrical junctions and wires promising him a long night. Oh well, that was what they paid him the big bucks for, and it wasn’t like he had anyone waiting for him at home.

Wooster showed him the trail of wires that ran to the big tent, then pointed to an old silver Airstream with a big W painted on the front. “My supper’s going cold. Come and get me if you need me.”

“You got it.” He tipped his head and watched Wooster head toward the trailer, leaving him alone with the smells and small noises that kept the night from being quiet. Okay, so the circus was a little creepy all dark and shut down like this, with the hint of life hiding away.

Joe shook it off and went to work, beginning with testing wires and connections. Still, he swore he could feel eyes on him, a constant curious gaze. He put it down to the horror-book setting and kept working. His searching along the wires brought him to where the animal cages were and he had to bite back his growls as he saw lions and tigers and monkeys in cages. He hated seeing animals in cages. He could smell elephants, too, and… a giraffe?

He put down his tools and moved among the cages, looking in on all the beasts. The mother elephant was sad, quiet, but well cared for. The monkeys were playing, happy in their family, and the…

Wait. Wait, there was a man in the giraffe’s cage. A tall, lean man with a mass of coppery hair and precious little else. The cage reeked of giraffe, which meant this stunner was like him, both man and beast. Joe knew other shifters existed, but he’d never met another one before.

He met the warm brown eyes. “Hello there.”

The man smiled, nodded to him, and blinked slowly.

Joe couldn’t believe there was a shifter here, and that he was caged. It made him angry enough to see animals caged, whether they were happy and cared for or not. But for there to be a shifter in the same boat brought him rage. That just wasn’t right.

“Are you okay? Are they treating you right?”

The man nodded, smiled again, and offered him a stalk of celery. Joe took the celery and looked at it, took a bite. It was celery.

“Can you speak?” Was this guy so mistreated that he couldn’t?

“It’s not allowed.” The whisper was barely audible.

Joe didn’t like the sound of that at all. “Why not? You’re a man, aren’t you?”

The giraffe-man shook his head, eyes wide.

“Of course you are! Are they holding you prisoner here?” Joe wanted to beat his chest and tear open the bars that held this lovely man captive.

“Are they?” Those eyes were huge, liquid.

Jesus, had this guy been raised in captivity as an animal his whole life? He was leaning toward the answer being yes. “What’s your name?”

“Giraffe."

Sean

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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:

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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 - Smoke

This one is a self-pubbed reprint from an anthology called Monsters. It's a short one at only 2000 words, but it has a bit of a boo theme, which makes it perfect for Halloween Month! And it's only 99 cents!

Smoke

Jeff and his friends go to the park to summon a pleasure demon on Halloween night. It’s supposed to be a joke, a lark. A dare. They follow the instructions from the book they found, but suddenly everything changes and something very real comes out. Or does it? When the encounter is over, Jeff discovers that his friends have had a very different experience from his own.

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smutty excerpt:

"You offered to pay me a price, pretty human..." The voice, low and deep, bass, rumbling, came from all around him.

"A price? What price?" He didn't remember a price. There was no price. There couldn't be. It hadn't been a part of the deal. At least not intentionally.

"Pleasure, pretty. You promised me pleasure..."

"Oh." It was more squeak than word and he jerked as he automatically tried to back up, to back away.
Well that didn't sound too terrible. Of course, this was a demon and one demon's pleasure was another man's pain. He squeaked again. The mist cupped his balls, weighed them, the smoke becoming fingers, rolling, squeezing.

He gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Are you an innocent?" A pressure slid along the cleft of his ass.

"Not that innocent! Stop that!" It was as if he had no clothes on at all, the smoke just melting through his jeans.

"Stop what?" There was that damned laugh again, low and wicked.

It made a shiver go down his back. This... demon was going to play with him. To taunt him, he could feel it in the insistent weight of the smoke and that laugh. Something hot and wet like a tongue, but rough as a cat's, brushed his neck, slid around his throat. Oh. Fuck. He whimpered, body going stiff. All of it. From his toes to his hair and all points in between. Including his cock. Oh, God, how could he be liking this?

"Mmm... see? Your body knows how to pay its debts."

"I..." He what? Didn't want it? That was patently untrue and more than just his cock knew it.


Sean
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Marked now out!

Marked

Cody can't help but watch Barker, even if he knows it's stupid, especially around the full moon. Even with sunglasses to hide his deformity, though, he can't keep Barker away from him, and he can't manage to say no when Barker calls Cody "mine".

Barker has never agreed with the pack banishing Cody. So what if Cody doesn't fit into the narrow confines of what the pack says is normal? He should never have let Cody go, and he's not about to let his mate slip through his fingers again.

Full moon or not, Cody is not your average werewolf. When the pack finds out he's back in town, the pack is concerned enough to stick their noses in. When they discover that Barker may have figured out how to solve Cody's shifter problems, the situation turns dangerous. The pack wants to make sure Cody's secret doesn't affect their entire way of life. Can Barker keep Cody safe, and make his mate understand that they're meant to be together?

Now available at Resplendence Publishing!


smutty excerpt:

They weren't far from Barker's loft apartment, and all too soon they were walking through the lobby toward the elevator. His hotel room was just across the street, looking in.

"You can't just drag me in here."

"I just did."

The elevator door opened, like the motherfucker willed it, and he was shoved inside. Barker followed, hitting the button for the sixth floor. Then the man stalked right up to him.

Cody blinked behind the glasses, took a step back, unable to resist the compulsion. Barker didn't bring their mouths together, though. The man just stared down at him.

His heart slammed in his chest, his breath huffed out of him. "I hate you."

"Mmm hmm. I hate you, too." Fuck, Barker's voice was growlier than ever.

The elevator slid to a stop. The doors opened and they stood there, glaring at each other, eyes burning. Then Barker grabbed his wrist and hauled him out of the elevator and into Barker’s loft, the walls nothing but windows.

His glasses were torn from him, and flung across the room, and he gasped, hands immediately moving to hide his eyes.

"Don't." Barker grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face.

Cody groaned, lips parting, fingers curling into claws as he squeezed his eyes closed.

"Look at me." Before he could reply or comply, Barker's mouth was on his, the kiss desperate.

Oh. Oh. Cody opened, the flavor crashing over him like a ton of bricks, the need so sharp he yipped with it. Barker shoved him against the wall, body pressing against him. Barker's teeth nipped his bottom lip, opening him wider. Hot and wet, Barker's tongue pushed in, fucking his lips.

Cody’s eyes popped open because he had to see this, had to remember every second, every minute. Barker's eyes stared right into his, right into him.

His cock jerked, hot spunk spurting from him, spreading in his pants from the heat in those dark eyes. Barker's nostrils flared; he could tell the man was scenting him.

He tensed, embarrassed as if he were just a boy. He had to get out of here, lick his wounds. Then Barker's mouth was on his again, hips grinding into him. Barker fed from his lips, refusing to let him back away, demanding every second of his need.

"Gonna fuck you," muttered Barker. "Gonna take this ass." Barker's hands grabbed his butt, squeezed.

His entire body went on high alert, but he shook his head. "Won't let you." It was a lie, and they both knew it.

"Good. It'll be more fun that way." Growling hard, Barker started pushing him toward the big bed.

His cock started coming back to life and he snarled softly, warning Barker that he could bite. Barker groaned, kept pushing him in the direction of the bed. Cody pushed back, their lips mashing together, the pressure splitting their lips. Grabbing his ass, Barker hauled him up against the solid body, his feet coming off the ground, letting Barker keep them moving.

"Cheating," he snarled, but his legs wrapped around Barker's hips.

"Can't cheat. No rules." Barker carried him right over to the bed and threw them both down on it, the big body pushing him hard into the mattress.

Sean

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