Wednesday Book Day

Love in G Minor has just gone live at the distributors! This is a  reprint and thank you to Pride Publishing for re-releasing it for me. It has been out of print for a number of years at this point and I'm really glad to have it available again!

Sometimes a third is exactly what a pair needs.

Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long-time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they’re both intrigued. Such innocence doesn’t come along often and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.

Benji feels like he’s in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might be Stephen’s musical and artistic temperament that makes three a crowd. Can Jack and Stephen hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?

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Excerpt:

Rehearsal went well, the Mozart as natural as breathing, once the idiot oboe player finally got her head screwed on straight
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The sun was setting, there was a chill in the air, he looked beautiful—white turtleneck and slacks, hair down—and he was meeting his Jack for drinks at the Sevens Club.

Luscious.

Stephen hailed a cab—once upon a time he would have walked, but the violin in his hand was worth a small fortune and hell, he could afford it these days—and called Jack, making sure their plans were still on.

“Richardson.” Jack’s voice was short, hurried, curt.

“Jack?” Damn it to hell—that never meant anything good. “I’m on my way to the club.”

“Stevie.” His lover’s voice relaxed a little. “I’m wrapping things up here. We had a stock bottom out and there’s a bit of damage control to be done. I’ll be about fifteen minutes late, all right?”

Oh, now. That wasn’t bad. “Sounds good. You want a Martini, lover?”

“Yeah. And something to nibble on. I had to skip lunch. Love you.” By the time the conversation was over, Jack’s voice was already distracted again and the phone clicked off.

Stephen relaxed. If Jack said fifteen, it would be an hour and he had time to play, to explore a little.

The Sevens Club was gold and classy—a little dance floor, a class A menu and Bry, the bartender, made a perfect Cosmopolitan.

Perfect.

He slid into the booth in the back, making sure he was under the lights, shown off to the best advantage.

“Can I get you something to drink?” The voice was low, soft, gentle and it was only that fact that kept him from snapping. After all, it was a fucking bar. Well, the fact that the kid was cute and puppyish with wide green eyes and brown curls and a mouth that begged to be fucked didn’t hurt either.

“A Cosmopolitan, please.”

“I’ll be right back with that. I’m Benji. If you need anything else, just holler.”

A blow job, please, and then you can blow Jack while I do unspeakable things to your ass. “Thank you.”

He got a smile and a nod and the opportunity to watch that ass wiggle to the bar.

The drink was perfect, Benji attentive and pretty and managing not to annoy him. When it had been closer to forty-five minutes than half an hour, he ordered a dry Martini along with another Cosmo and an order of potato skins.

“Will you need another place setting?” Oh, clever. Cute and clever.

He nodded. “For my lover, yes.”

“And that would be me.” Jack stood behind the little waiter, towering over him.

The wee thing jumped about twenty feet in the air, dropping his pad. Oh, too cute.

“Hello, Jack.”

“Hey, Stevie.” Jack looked good, if tired, in his dark gray suit and light gray tie.

“I… I’ll be right back with your order.” The waiter-baby scrambled and Stephen reached for his lover.

“Long day?”

Jack nodded, mouth quirked in a half smile. “It’s looking up, though.” Bending, Jack kissed him softly, teeth dragging along the inside of his bottom lip as the kiss ended. Jack eased back, sitting across from him.

He preened, legs stretching to rub against Jack’s. “I got you an order of potato skins. It’s not caviar, but it’s something.”

“I want something so I don’t faint on you. It’s been a bear of a day.” Jack shook his head and Stephen could almost see his lover turning work off. “How was your day?”

“Luscious. The oboe player must have gotten laid—she was in tune.” He winked and took one of Jack’s hands and started massaging it.

Jack sat back, eyes softening. “Oh, that’s nice. You spoil me.”

“I do my best.” He rubbed harder, working the tense spots.

“So who’s the cute little muffin serving us this evening?”

“Benji. He’s a doll-baby, all wide-eyed and trembly.” His voice lowered. “He’d bruise beautifully.”
Jack grinned at him. “I noticed his skin was rather pale. I noticed his lips, too. And his ass.”

He grinned back. “Can you imagine it?”

“I can.” The heat in Jack’s eyes was intense. “You always find the best toys.”

“I don’t know if he’ll play, yet…”

The he in question came up, drinks in hand. “Here you go. Your food will be ready shortly.”

“Thank you,” Jack murmured, turning those eyes on Benji. “I’m sorry if I startled you earlier.”

The slender cheeks pinked, eyes dropping a second. “I… Thank you.”

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Oh, Jack was interested, pouring on the charm, blue eyes warm.

“Yes. I came in for college.” Those eyes were so pretty, gentle.

“College? Cute and smart,” Jack teased. “What are you majoring in?”

“Vocal performance and education.”

Oh, a singer and a teacher. The kids in this city would eat him alive.

“My Stevie here is a violinist.” Jack nodded at him, eyes twinkling. Asshole knew he hated being called Stevie.

“Oh? Wow.” He got a smile, a shy look. “You look like an artist.”

He chuckled. “Thank you, I think.”

“Oh, it was a compliment, Stephen. Wasn’t it? I’m sorry where are my manners? I’m Jack.” His lover held out a solid hand.

“Hello, Jack. I’m Benji. Well, the manager here says I should be Ben, but my name’s really Benji.”

Oh, God. They could eat him with a spoon. “And I’m Stephen.”

Jack was practically purring. “Oh, Benji is a fine name.”

Benji turned bright pink. “Thank you, Jack. I should go get your food. I’ll be right back.”

Jack watched the little ass as Benji hurried away before turning back to him. “Oh, Stevie, it’s not even my birthday!”

He laughed. “Singers are high maintenance, Jack.”

“Higher maintenance than violinists?” his lover asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Never.”

Jack laughed, socked foot sliding along his calf. “I want to watch you seduce him, Stephen. I want to watch him kiss you with those beautiful lips, sexy body trembling at his boldness.”

“He’s got eyes for you. You have him entranced.” He spread his legs, moaning.

“I’m the main course, Stephen. That doesn’t make the appetizer any less appealing.”


Sean
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Smutterday - Reclaiming

The first book in the Immortal Ink series -- Reclaiming -- is currently available for early download at Pride Publishing (look for it to be available through the distributors on September 13).

I have to admit, the reader advisory on this one makes me grin - beware there's biting and bloodplay in this story about vampires! I would have thought that was kind of a given, seeing as they're... you know, vampires :) Suffice it to say, this one is mucho kinky! And also - I love the last line of the smutty excerpt I'm sharing here today.

Reclaiming

Beau thought Aaron was dead to him… Imagine his surprise when his former lover slinks into his tattoo shop.

Eight months ago, vampire Beaudelaire Delacourte had it all. As a tattoo artist, he used his special ink and spells to permanently tattoo other immortals and spent countless hours feeding and indulging in BDSM with his human lover, Aaron. Then he asked to turn Aaron so his lover could join him permanently, but Aaron refused, not willing to give up his humanity. 

Since then, Beau has kept his head down and stayed in his shop, only interacting with his clients who all come for his special brand of ink.

When Aaron shows up on his doorstep, half-dead and apologizing Beau is shocked to learn that his boy was turned at the local vampire club by Stephan, another vampire. Not only was Aaron turned, but his chest was torn open, his fangs were broken and he was left in an alley to die. Spurred by the need to see Beau one last time, Aaron has been hiding in an abandoned building until he found the strength to make it to Beau’s shop.

Beau takes his boy in again, promising that Aaron will earn his place back in Beau’s bed, and vowing that he will take revenge on Stephan. Unbeknownst to Beau, Aaron is only the first in a long line of humans who Stephan has created then turned out to fend for themselves. As Beau discovers that this is only one of the old rules that Stephan has broken, he and Aaron are drawn into a web of intrigue that can only end in someone’s death.

Reader Advisory: This books contains severe biting and bloodplay during sex between vampires. There is also a scene of fisting and some scenes of violence.

Buy link: 

Pride Publishing

Smutty excerpt:

"That’s why I bound you with the honeysuckle.” Beau traced the tattoo again. “Do you understand? I’ve bound you to me with my tattoo. It will last forever and you will be mine as long as you wear it. I have added my will to yours with these sigils.”

“Yours.” Aaron's silent heart felt as if it could beat at that.

“That’s right.” Suddenly Beau kissed him, hard and toothy. Necessary.

His eyes went wide, and he stared into Beau’s beautiful dark eyes. God, he hadn’t forgotten how stunning Beau was. Beau stared right back, the kiss not easing for a second.

Aaron reached up, fingers tangling in the heavy mass of hair, the ebony strands raw silk. Beau growled for him again, the sound pleased rather than angry this time. Then Beau bit at his lower lip, enough to make him bleed, he sting almost delicious.

He gasped, his body trying hard to respond, his cock actually trying to respond. Then Beau clipped his own lip, the drops slipping into Aaron’s mouth. The blood tasted of fire, and he cried out, the rush unlike anything he’d ever felt. One drop after another dripped onto his tongue, his body absorbing it like a sponge.

His whole body felt alive, electric. He began to rock, the fabric of his clothes too rough, the dirt in the fibers unbearable. Whether Beau knew somehow or wanted him naked, it didn’t matter, the results were the same. Beau ripped his clothing from him, baring his skin to the air. And Beau’s touch.

He muttered out his thanks, his agony, even as he worried about the heavy scars that covered him. Beau dragged his fingers along Aaron’s skin, nails scoring him, the wounds healing immediately. The sensations confused him, aroused him and worried him. Mostly they made him want to bite.

More drops poured into his mouth as Beau kissed him, each one making things more intense. He cried out, arched into Beau’s body. Beau tongue-fucked his mouth, leading his body into a dance.

Insane. This was making him utterly insane.

Rolling on top of him, Beau rocked against him. Beau was as hard as he was. The desire stole his breath and gave him something dangerous. It gave him hope.

Beau moved slowly, thrusting against him, the huge, hard cock pushing and rubbing on his own, and every time Aaron began to worry, to doubt, another drop of blood slid into his lips, distracting him. Arousing him. Beau’s blood made him feel invincible.

“See, child? I told you I would protect you.”

“Beau,” he breathed out the name.

“Yes. And don’t you forget it. Don’t you ever forget I am your true Master.” 

Beau continued to move, driving him higher. Aaron’s cock began to leak, heated drops forming at the tip. It slicked the way, Beau moving faster.

“Smell you, A.”

“I thought… I thought I’d never…” Not for an eternity.

“You weren’t with the one you were made for. Now you are.”

All Aaron could do was groan. Was this real, true?

Beau moved faster, drops of blood continuing to fall into Aaron’s mouth and making him feel more vigorous, more everything. Suddenly Beau pushed him over, rubbing them together, the friction enough to make Aaron twist.

“You’re going to come for me, Aaron. You’re going to feel it shooting through your body and out your cock.”

“Will it feel the same?” He’d dreamed of coming in Beau’s arms since he’d been turned, but had never once believed it could be true. Hell, this was the first time he’d been hard since he’d been turned.

“I don’t know—I’ve been like this a very long time.”

And Beau was perfect.

Beau bit into his lips again. “You’ll have to tell me.”

Any pleasure was more than Aaron had ever prayed for, so it didn’t matter if it were the same or nowhere near as good.

Beau rocked harder, their bodies tight together, and an ache began to build inside Aaron, the sensation huge, fierce and more than he could comprehend.

Head dropping to Aaron’s throat, Beau threatened his skin with those sharp incisors. Aaron lifted his chin, because what else was he going to do? This he understood. This he believed in.

When Beau’s teeth sank into his skin again, Aaron felt it throughout his entire body. He screamed silently, his hips jerking. Beau sucked hard, pulling Aaron’s orgasm right out of him, cum pouring from his cock.

This wasn’t coming, though. This was dissolving. This was dying, and it felt so good.

Sean

smut fixes everything

My God It's Monday

Forget Monday - My God it's February!

I see that 2016 is going to fly by just as quickly as 2015 did, perhaps even faster.

I'm getting my stuff together for the Coastal Magic Con - it'll be my first convention and I'm looking forward to meeting people.  Of course, we've had a pretty mild winter so far, but they're calling for a winter storm with mixed precipitation ending in icing on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and I fly out Wednesday afternoon... I've got my fingers crossed the weather doesn't affect my flight.

I know I haven't been posting all that much, but I've been super busy between deadlines and trying to get all the books back up. I shall try to be more consistent going forward. Or at least after the Coastal Magic Con!

Speaking of Coastal Magic, I shall be taking part in the Cinema Craptastique on Thursday night. We'll be watching something called Abduction and live tweeting so people at home can play along. I have to admit that I've never even heard of the movie!

The next installment in the Beer & Clay series -- Fermenting -- is now available for pre-order at Pride Publishing

Christian needs what Peter has to give him, but will he let himself have it?

With Toby’s stalker behind bars, Damon and Toby can relax and enjoy their relationship, sinking into basking and reveling in each other.

Things are just heating up for Peter and Christian, though. A former soldier, Christian still hasn’t found his subspace and he’s worried it either doesn’t exist or he’s simply doing it wrong. Peter has as much patience as he needs, though, and he slowly pushes Christian to the edges of his limits, doing everything he can to help Christian grow and flourish.

Christian’s training and the café they’re opening create good excuses for Christian to keep from submitting, even though, deep down, it’s what he really wants. Peter’s perseverance will have to work overtime to overcome them.

Will Christian ever give in to the things he knows he needs? Only time will tell.

Available for pre-order here.

Okay, I've still got a couple deadlines to hit, so back to it for me.  

Meanwhile, if you didn't catch Bite the first time around, this werewolf novel is being reprinted by Resplendence and will be out on Wednesday! Cover, blurb and buys links will be here as soon as I have the links on Wednesday :)

Have a good Monday all!

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come... and play

Smutty Advent - Day 31

Day 31

Knight blinked at Bish through the bubbles in his glass. “You ready for another year, Bish?”

“Shit no. The older I get, the faster they go.”

“You’re not old!” Rook threw his arms around Bish’s neck and kissed him. “You’re perfect.”

Then Rookie kissed him, too. “So are you, Knight.”

He leaned back and Jase was there, holding him up. “Love tipsy Knight, you know.”

Rook giggled and Bishop grinned and they all held their glasses out, then clinked them together.

“To another year of love,” Bishop said.

“To another year of us,” he agreed.

“To us,” Rook repeated.

“The four of us,” added Jason.

“Happy New Year!” They shouted together.


Happy New year to you!

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play

Smutty Advent - Day 16

Day 16

Christmas had never been like this.

Trey’d Christmassed with his Master, sure, but…

This was sitting in Lucien’s lap, sipping spiked egg nog and getting tipsy and listening to Bare Naked Ladies sing while they laughed together.

This was…

Real.

This was the first time and there was the promise of more.

***

Lucien noted that while he'd spend plenty of Christmasses with Trey in the time they'd been together, this was the first one where he was truly home and didn't have to leave on Boxing Day so Trey could get back to work, and he liked it.

He liked it a lot.

Thank God things had changed. He needed Trey more than he'd even realized, needed to be right here with his boy full time, all the time, year to year, month to month, day to day. Now they were settled. Now they could thrive.

Now they truly belonged to each other. And while there were plenty of gifts beneath the tree, it was this one that meant the most.


Trey and Lucien are from Size Matters and Love Matters.

Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play

Smutty Advent - Day 5

Day 5

Jase stirred the cocoa and the sugar, whistling Christmas carols as he did. The scent was pure Christmas. Sure, there were lots of coffee places that sold a wide variety of hot chocolates, and you could buy tons of powders, from cheap to ritzy rich stuff. There was nothing quite like making it at home from scratch. He liked taking care of his lovers. All three of them.

He grinned as he heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. He’d have recognized Rook’s light gait anywhere. Sure enough, warm arms slid around his waist, Rook plastering himself up against Jase’s back.

“Something smells good.”

“Hot chocolate for all, love.” Sweet, rich, creamy.

Rook breathed in deeply. “No, that’s not it. I mean, that smells great, but you smell even better.”

“Rook.” Oh, God. When his lovers said something like that… God.

“Mmmhmm, that’s me.” Rook rubbed against his back and one hand slipped along his hip beneath the apron to wrap around his cock.

“Rook,” he repeated, and the spoon stuttered in the pan.

Jase felt Rook’s smile against his spine. “It’s so hot.” Rook continued to stroke his cock, long, almost even pulls that went straight to his balls.

“I’ll burn the cocoa.”

“So turn it off.” Rook clearly had no plans to stop what he was doing. “I’d rather have this, anyway.”

He spread wider, then moved the pot off the heat. He could finish in a few.

“Good choice.” Rook’s hand tightened, and his lover began to rock them together as he jacked Jase off. Each slide of Rook’s hand along his cock was now accompanied by Rook’s prick rubbing against his crack.

He’d say he couldn’t believe this, but he could. He knew Rook. Rook needed him, wanted him. It didn’t matter what time of year it was, what holiday it was, where they were. His Rookie loved him more than anything.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“And I love you, honey.” The words settled even deeper in his balls than the touches did.

“Pervs.” Knight came wandering through the kitchen, grabbed a cookie, and wandered right back out again.

Rook laughed, the sound sweet and wonderful. Then went right back to stroking his cock, pinching the tip.

“He’s evil.” Jase had to laugh.

“Knight? He’s just jealous.” Rook never missed a beat, jacking him off.

“He’s got Bish in there waiting for him.”

“Uh-huh. Waiting for all of us. But I want you to myself first.” Rook opened his mouth on Jase’s neck, slicking and licking his skin.

“Yes, please. I love this.” Rook. He loved Rook.

“And I love you, Jase. I have everything I want for Christmas, right here.”

Jason nodded. They were lucky; they had all they needed.

Rook reached around with his other hand and bumped Jase’s balls, sending him over the edge.

Lucky and sated.

Merry Christmas to him.


The Chess series has five books featuring Jase, Rook, Knight and Bishop, and the last book stars their body piercer and his man. All are available at Pride Publishing and the distributors.

 

 


Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come... and play

Smutterday - Pre-Game

Pre-Game came out this week. It's the prequel to the Chess series, the story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop hooked up aka, the bedtime story Rook tells Jason.

Pre-Game

Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.

When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?

Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Laughing, Rook held out his hand. “Condom and lube and then fuck yes, now.”

They crashed together again, rolling over the pillows and cushions, clothes flying like feathers as they threw them. Oh, he hadn’t had so much fun in weeks!

Rook was pale all over, pubes as blond as the hair on his head. And so eager, rubbing up against him, fingers finding his skin and touching constantly. Everything was different and new, and Knight loved this part, the exploring and discovering.

Rook rolled him suddenly, putting him on the bottom as Rook began to taste him, starting with his right shoulder, the sucking kiss both amusing and arousing somehow.

“You’re so sharp. I love it.”

Rook’s words made him grin. They felt good, especially from a sexy stud like Rook.

Biting at his throat, Rook made his skin tingle. The touches continued, too, Rook exploring with fingers and mouth, warm body sliding on his. God, that felt good. Made Knight ache for more.

Finding his right nipple, Rook plucked at it. “These sensitive?”

“Little bit, yeah.” He reached up and tweaked one of Rook’s in return. “You?”

Rook jerked against him, nodding. “God yes.” Then Rook pounced on his left nipple, taking it between hot lips and sucking vigorously.

Okay, that was better than a little sensitive.

Rook bit down before moving to the other nipple and sucking on it just as hard.

“Damn. Damn, honey.” His hands fluttered for a second. He didn’t flutter—ever.

He felt Rook’s smile around his nipple, then the suction became fierce again. God, Rook had a mouth on him.

“Sixty-nine,” he said sharply. “We have to. I need your mouth.” And Rook’s orgasm.

“I like the way you think.” Just like that, Rook turned around, the kid’s needy cock right there at his mouth, the tip glistening invitingly.

Oh, fuck yes. Knight leaned up and took it down to the root, grabbing Rook’s ass as he did. Rook cried out, hands tight on his thighs.

Rook managed a few words between gasps and moans. “Oh, God, that’s fucking good.”

Yeah. Yeah, it was. Knight sucked hard, pulling with all he had. Rook’s mouth dropped down over his cock, the sudden suction fierce. Knight sucked in a huge breath and they went to town, sucking and rolling and licking.

Rook was both good and enthusiastic, bobbing over his cock, licking and lapping like he was the best Popsicle in the world. Knight gave as good as he got, slurping at Rook’s cock like a fiend. Rook rocked his hips, cock slipping deep into his mouth. It felt like Rook’s pleasure fed his own and vice versa. A circle of spunk. He almost choked, but his muffled laughter must have felt good, because Rook groaned.

The suction increased, and Rook touched his balls, stroked them. Knight could feel them drawing up, pulling tight against his body. Humming, Rook sent vibrations right through him. It felt fantastic, like pleasure overload.

Sean

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where the naughty boys come... and play

Pre-Game (Chess -1) now out!

So I'm calling the prequel to the Chess series Chess -1 because it amuses me! Although, so does calling it the prequel because there's a pre in the title, too. Anyway, it's out now! A new Chess story :) I'll post a smutty excerpt on Saturday but this post has an excerpt of the non-smutty variety.

Pre-Game

Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.

When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?

Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance
Amazon 

Excerpt:

Rook hurried along Young Street, checking his watch. He didn’t think he was going to be late for the class, but he was cutting it awfully close. Of course, he hadn’t realized that his meeting with the lawyer was going to take so long. On the other hand, if the dude—were you allowed to call lawyers ‘dude’?—hadn’t been so intent on talking him out of his purchase, it’d have taken half the time.

It was a good thing money was no object, thanks to Great-Aunt Anna leaving her fortune to the black sheep of the family—namely him—or he’d have had to insist that he not be charged for the time the lawyer spent on his own agenda rather than Rook’s. What did the lawyer care if he spent a hundred thousand or so on a store that sold sex toys? It wasn’t like Rook was asking the guy to come and buy, or even to ever show up. He liked the idea of owning a sex shop, and honestly, the money was a drop in the bucket.

All the paperwork was being drawn up and he’d be the proud owner of the place in less than two weeks. Too bad he didn’t have anybody to celebrate with. He’d have to bring some champagne in and celebrate with the staff once the sale went through. Yeah, that would work.

Arriving at the Art School, he went in and made his way to the Live Art class, walking in with seconds to spare. He gave Polly, the teacher, an apologetic smile and moved to the corner of the room to strip off. He usually showed up at least ten minutes ahead of the class, so he was already on the dais when the students came in, especially at the beginning of the semester, but it couldn’t be helped.

Naked, he ran his hands through his hair, and made his way to the raised seat. “How would you like me today?”

Polly tilted her head. “Why don’t you sit with your legs crossed, one hand supporting you as you lean back, the other on your knee.”

He assumed the position, shifting a little until he was comfortable enough to stay still for a prolonged period of time.

“Very good.” Polly smiled at him and turned her attention to her students. “Good afternoon, class, and welcome to Live Drawing. Our model for this class is Rook. He’ll be with us the entire class.”

She went on, but he tuned her out, checking out the students in his line of sight. They were all the same—earnest girls and guys trying desperately not to stare. All except for one.

This guy had long, long hair that was so dark it looked like a raven’s wing. He had a beard and was wearing camo that was totally vintage and completely oversized. That guy was looking. Admiring, even.

Rook couldn’t help but tilt his head the slightest bit, proudly showing off. Hell, this guy made him want to spread his legs and really show off, but he knew Polly would likely ban him until he’d groveled significantly. And the truth was, he enjoyed posing.

His move earned him a grin, slow and wicked—one that burned through him.

No hard ons, he reminded himself. But damn, this guy made his balls ache.

Sean

smut fixes everything

where the naughty boys come and play

En Prise and Helpmate available at distributors

The middle two books in the Chess series are now available all over for download. Helpmate has an approximately 1500 word extra in at the end. For En Prise, I didn't feel there was a great spot for a bonus scene, so instead, I had Jason list his list of favorites to cook for his lovers and included the recipes. Both books will be 30% off until October 31!

En Prise

Just when things seem to be at their best, disaster strikes. Will all the men of Chess survive?

It's the holiday season and Jason is having the best Christmas he can remember in a long time. He's in love with Rook and settling in with Bishop and Knight, figuring out where he fits and learning to love their appetites. He might even be feeling like he belongs.

Holiday bliss is followed by disaster, though, when Knight is involved in an accident and is hospitalized. Will Jason, Bishop and Rook be able to rally around their lover and each other? Or will the strain put on their relationship tear them all apart?

Follow the moves made by the men of Chess and find out…

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Helpmate

Knight is home from the hospital, so everything should be back to normal, right? Things are never that easy, though, and the men of Chess must fight to get their lives back.

Knight has returned home from the hospital, but is far from recovered. Things seem to be going well, but depression slowly winds its way around Knight, and he spends all his time in bed sleeping, slipping farther and farther away from his lovers and life.

Rook just wants everything to go back to normal now that their lover is home and Bishop is out of his depth when it comes to Knight's depression. Can Jason figure out what's wrong and take the steps needed to help Knight find himself again?

The struggle has just begun in Knight's recovery—are the men of Chess up to the task? Find out in this fourth instalment of the Chess series.

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon


Sean
smut fixes everything
where the naughty boys come and play

Beer & Clay: Brewing now out!

Brewing, the fourth book in the Beer & Clay series is now out for download at Pride Publishing and all the distributors! I'm in the midst of writing the next one and there will be one more after that one.

Beer & Clay: Brewing

As the love between Toby and Damon deepens, the man intent on destroying their happiness increases his efforts.

Toby and Damon are back in Brewing, their relationship deepening more despite the continuing efforts of a stranger to bring them down.

Helping in their efforts are their best friends Peter and Christian. Peter’s new investment in a three-story building on the same block as Damon’s bar offers Toby the opportunity of having a studio close to home. It also gives Peter and Christian a home they’ve made together, which Peter hopes will bring them closer together.

A former soldier, Christian has a hard time letting go and finding his subspace. It’s going to take a lot to break the conditioning he’s learned in the Army. Peter is stubborn, though, and he’s seriously falling for his strong sub.

Will yet another attack bring down two couples this time?

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Peter smiled at Christian and waved his hands around. “It’s ours.”

“It’s like a dream.”

“It’s not, though. This is real.” He grinned wickedly. “Do you want me to give you a pinch?”

“Bastard.” Christian laughed for him, grabbed him up in a hard hug.

He hugged Christian right back and took a kiss.

“Now we just need to furnish the place.” He’d set aside money so they could do that together, make everything theirs.

“You don’t want to bring your stuff?”

“I’m not married to any of it and I’d rather sell it and start fresh with our stuff.”

“Yeah?” Christian held his hand, eyes exploring the space.

“Yes. This is ours, not mine, and I want to be able to see that everywhere we look.”

“Ours.” Christian searched his face. “You’re sure.”

He met Christian’s gaze head on. “One hundred percent. This wasn’t a whim.”

“No. No, this is…us.”

He nodded slowly. Yes. Christian got it.

“We should have brought a sleeping bag or something so we could baptize the place horizontally.” He had plenty of vertical options, though.

“We have places.” Oh, his boy was on the same wavelength.

“I’m thinking you bent over the window seat.” He pointed to the wide ledge in the living room, looking out over the street. That would give him access to Christian’s ass,  and heavy balls. “Go on. I want to watch your ass as you walk over there.” His cock was warming to the idea, slowly filling.

Christian’s cheeks went pink, but he walked, self-conscious, so formal.

“Put a little wiggle in it, boy. Make your master want.”

“I don’t wiggle.”

Peter had to laugh, he just had to. Christian didn’t have airs, wasn’t in the least bit twinky and fought him on at least half his orders. Peter adored the fuck out of him. Not the least because his boy could take what he needed to give.

He began undoing his belt as he slowly followed Christian to the window seat. “Undo your jeans for me, boy. Only take the lube out of your pocket and leave it on the seat first.” And if Christian didn’t have lube in his pockets, there would be a punishment to dole out. Peter had been clear about Christian being in charge of always making sure they had plenty of slick.

“Yes, Sir.” The lube was wrapped in a plastic baggie and Peter stared a little, then fought his laughter. Only his Christian would make sure that the slick stuff wouldn’t mess up his jeans.

He had his shoes, socks and pants off by the time he was up against Christian’s back. The sweet ass was still covered in denim, Christian following his orders to the letter. He slid his hands around Christian’s waist, pushing his hands in the front of Christian’s jeans and slowly dragging them down. He bared his boy’s ass, spreading the cheeks with his thumbs, making sure Christian knew he was looking.

“I should start making you wear a plug for me. It would totally change the way you move.” He began to tap Christian’s hole with his fingers when his boy didn’t respond. He let one press against the tight little ring of muscles.

Christian didn’t tense, his needy boy having learned the pleasure his hole could bring him.

“Get the jeans off, boy. I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Christian wiggled, pulling  his jeans down and off.

“See?” He stroked Christian’s beautiful buttocks. “You do wiggle.”

“I don’t…” Christian shifted again.

Peter had to chuckle. “You so do.”

He slapped Christian’s ass. “Now, hands on the window seat and spread for me.”

Sean

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My God It's Monday

I had visitors come in on Monday last week and stay through to Friday. Wow, it's amazing how quickly you can get behind if you do only an hour or two of stuff in the morning before everyone wakes up. As a result I am running like mad just to catch up to last week.

One of my publishers, Totally Bound, is opening an LGBT arm of the company and they launch tomorrow. There's a launch party for it tomorrow on Facebook, starting at 11 am (EDT) and running 24 hours. I'll be popping in and out and would love to see some familiar faces. There's going to be lots of prizes, including ebooks copies of Malting, Milling and Mashing for one lucky commenter!

The party is happening here.

The new site for m/m books is here and all the books (including my backlist) will be available at a 25% discount!

Also, if you haven't picked up any of the books in my Beer & Clay series, yet, the first one - Malting - will be available for free on Amazon for a couple of days to celebrate the release of the third book Mashing. (The second book is Milling and it's available on Amazon here.) Anyway, I think that starts tomorrow.


Speaking of Mashing -- it looks like it's available a little early at Amazon. If you've been waiting to get your copy for the kindle, now you can! It should be available at the other distributors by tomorrow morning.

Beer & Clay 3: Mashing

Life is good for Toby and Damon—maybe too good. What happens when someone seems intent on destroying their happiness?

Toby and Damon are growing closer every day, with Toby recovering from the shot to his shoulder and Damon trying to keep him from pushing too hard too fast. Things are good between them.

They’re even better in the bedroom, where Toby is learning all sorts of new things and Damon is happily pushing his limits.

They’ve almost forgotten that someone doesn’t seem as happy with their closeness as they are, when Toby walks into his studio to find it trashed and his little apartment ransacked. Are the authorities going to be able to apprehend the culprit before Toby decides the best course of action is to remove himself from the equation?

I'll post the link for All Romance Ebooks when I have it!

Okay, I have to get back to it - there's no rest for the wicked!


Sean
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