Throwback Thursday

I've gotten the rights back to the Iron Eagle Gym series and I re-released them in August on Amazon/KU. Now they've just been added to Kobo!

I love the new covers for the books - the bright rainbow of them and how they are all recognizably a part of a series.

Most of the books are stand alone, although like the Hammer Club, a few are not and the characters make cameo appearances in each other's stories.

The New Boy is the first book in the series and the second book - The Perfect Sub follows the second couple in The New Boy more closely. They are sort of yin and yang - The New Boy tells the story of a sub brand new to the lifestyle and his new relationship with his Dom, while The Pefect Sub is the tale of a long-term sub in a long-term relationship. They make a delicious contrast.

The Luckiest Master is a stand alone. In this book, the sub has lost his master and is adrift without another master to serve. I do enjoy writing about Service as a lifestyle/kink so to speak.

The Closet Boy and The Dom's Way are a pair. Their story got too long for a single book. I enjoyed writing them so much. Way'ra stole my heart.

The Eager Boy is all about the sub that Way'ra sees having an intense scene at the gym. He just wouldn't leave my mind and I knew I had to write his story. It turned out he had a lot going on that I wasn't expecting. I do love it when the characters have more going on than I realize.

The Gentle Dom is just that - about a Dom who is gentle and kind, and gives his new sub exactly what he needs. I do love how every couple in the lifestyle is different and some are sweet, some are super kinky, some just want to look after each other. This book reminded me of that.

And lastly, there's The Needy Boy. These are old lovers who discover each other again, only neither of them were in the lifestyle when they were first together, so they're not even sure that they are still compatible. Oh, and the Dom is a baker, which is close to my heart.

You can find them all on Kobo or Amazon.

 Sean
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Smutterday - Of Love

As promised, here's a smutty excerpt of the recently release Of Love!

Free-spirited computer programmer Kent McMann loves life, candy, his family, and his job designing apps. With his go-getter attitude, he succeeds at anything he tackles. So having a child with a surrogate mother is the perfect start to the family he’s always wanted, even though he still hasn’t found his longed-for Mr. Right.

Then, into Kent’s life comes triathlete Dex Lochland, who also happens to be a successful app designer, and the two of them hit it off. They soon begin a relationship full of fun, sex, laughter, and love. But when Kent learns his attempt at fatherhood with the surrogate has succeeded, Dex is shocked. Unknown to Kent until that moment, Dex has never wanted children.

Kent’s decision before he met Dex might cost him the man of his dreams.

Originally released by a different publisher.

Available at Amazon/KU.


Smutty Excerpt:

Kent cackled, that big bird sound ringing out, and Dex kissed him, hard. He loved the way Kent’s laughter filled his mouth. It was like sharing that happiness in the best way, and the kisses felt like bubbles, like cotton candy, like all of the sweet things.

He could learn to need this, very easily.

Dex stroked Kent’s cheek, fingers rubbing against the barely there stubble.

“Need to shave, huh?” Kent said.

“I like it. It makes me think things.” Like feeling that stubble against more sensitive parts.

Kent chuckled softly, nuzzling again. “I bet I know what you’re thinking….”

He refused to blush. Refused to. “You do, do you?”

“Mm-hmm. I bet it’s naughty.”

“You haven’t known me long enough to read my mind.” But wasn’t that a cute thought?

“No? I’m insightful. Everyone says so.”

“Yeah? So what was I thinking?” Because he wanted to hear the words from Kent’s mouth. That would be hot as hell.

Kent grinned. “You were thinking how hot it would be to feel that stubble on your inner thighs, on your sac.” He paused. “On your shaft.”

Dex groaned as his cock went fully hard. “Damn, you’re good.”

“Insightful.” Kent rubbed their cheeks together again.

“Sexy,” he countered, breathing Kent in.

“Happy.” His ear was nibbled.

“Yeah, you are. I like that about you.” That and the way Kent was making him wriggle in delight.

Kent licked and lapped around his ear, teasing him, giving him tiny bites. A shiver moved through Dex, and he turned his head slightly so he could return the favor.

“Oh.” Kent’s single sound was hungry. Wanton.

Groaning, Dex licked again, tasting Kent’s skin. Meanwhile, Kent found the hot spot under his ear, licking it and blowing a stream of air across it.

That had him shivering again, groaning. “Fuck!”

“Oh, that’s good. Right there.” Kent licked again, tracing a lazy circle over his skin.

“Uh-huh. Found me out.” Dex’s eyes dropped closed.

Kent’s hands trailed over his arms, his belly, but really it was that hot tongue that he focused on. Kent knew how to work a sweet spot when he found it, and Dex moaned for him, body thrumming. Then Kent started tracing around the outside of his nipple in time with the movements of his tongue.

“Damn, Kent. Making me so hard.”

“Good.” Kent scraped his teeth across Dex’s skin, careful not to mark.

“You want… you want to move this to the bedroom?” Dex asked.

“Are you comfortable with that?”

“I am. I’ve been forcing myself to take things slowly, but… it’s not what I want.” Dex wanted a whole lot more, and he didn’t really want to wait a whole long time. Besides, they were going camping together, right? Sharing a tent? No way was he going to be able to keep his hands to himself in those close quarters.

“No?” Kent grinned at him. “I’d love to spend some time doing the horizontal mambo.”

“Horizontal mambo… I like that.” Dex stood and held out his hand. “Let’s dance.”

“Yes.” Kent reached for him, moving right into the curve of his body.

Dex moved gently, swaying in place with Kent. God, this man was sexy. Dex couldn’t remember anyone ever drawing his attention more.

Kent rocked against him, body moving sure and steady. Dex didn’t think they were going to make it to the bedroom. And frankly, he didn’t care.

“You make me ache, man. Gonna leave a spot on my jeans,” murmured Kent.

“Ditto.” Grinning, Dex brought their mouths together, kissed Kent, and rubbed some more.

Kent’s hand was flat against his back, and he could feel every single finger, hot against him.

He tried to keep them moving toward the bedroom, he really did. But damn, he kept getting distracted over and over again. Finally, he pushed Kent up against the wall, rubbing more eagerly as their kiss deepened. Kent made him dizzy, made him want to touch and taste and forget the world existed outside of this place right here where the two of them touched.

Grabbing hold of Kent’s cheeks, Dex tilted the man’s head, moaning into their kisses. Kent responded by tugging his T-shirt from his waistband. He nodded, eager for the feeling of Kent’s fingers on his skin.

“I’ve got you.” Kent’s fingers trailed around his belly.

“You sure do.” He pushed into Kent’s touch.

Kent pulled his shirt up and off, then gave him another fierce kiss. Dex returned the favor, tugging Kent’s shirt up until they had to break apart again to pull his shirt over his head. He took a long moment to draw in a couple of breaths and really look at Kent, at the slender body, the gentle six-pack. Damn. And also yum.

Kent pinked. “You’re stunning. That’s whoa intimidating.”

“I work out for a living, remember? Besides, you’re not so bad yourself. Not bad at all.” He reached for Kent’s belly, tracing his abs.

Kent moaned and leaned into his fingers, begging for attention. Dropping to his knees and ignoring the needy ache in his balls, he started tracing Kent’s abs with his tongue.

“Oh God.” Kent touched his hair, fingers almost pulling, almost tugging.

He fucked Kent’s navel with his tongue, groaning as Kent’s fingers pulled harder at him.

“Want to taste you.” Dex was down here after all.

Kent made this amazing noise—part cry, part moan, part encouragement.

Dex took his time opening Kent’s pants. He’d like to have said it was to tease Kent, but really, his fingers were trembling more than a little, his excitement high.

“You’re so fine, so delicious.” Kent stroked his temples, almost petting him.

He placed a thank-you kiss on Kent’s skin, just above the tiny curls that he’d revealed when he opened the man’s jeans. Breathing in deeply, he pulled out Kent’s cock. It was hot and hard in his hand, and the scent of good, clean male filled his senses. Kent was heavy, thick, and cut. The head was flared, a single drop of clear fluid waiting for him to taste. He flicked at it with his tongue, groaning as the flavor filled his mouth. This was what Kent tasted like. He could get used to it. No, he could get used to wanting it.

Sean

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Throwback Thursday

I've just gotten the rights back for this one and put it up - but it's from a while ago so I think it makes a good Throwback Thursday post. It was interesting writing a character who didn't really want kids and who wasn't sure they were going to keep seeing this guy they really liked because he was about to be a father... I got them to their HEA though!

Below are the purchase links - this one is currenly on Amazon and KU - once it's finished its initial run on KU, it'll be available wider.

There's an excerpt below! Look for a smutty excerpt for it on Saturday

Free-spirited computer programmer Kent McMann loves life, candy, his family, and his job designing apps. With his go-getter attitude, he succeeds at anything he tackles. So having a child with a surrogate mother is the perfect start to the family he’s always wanted, even though he still hasn’t found his longed-for Mr. Right.

Then, into Kent’s life comes triathlete Dex Lochland, who also happens to be a successful app designer, and the two of them hit it off. They soon begin a relationship full of fun, sex, laughter, and love. But when Kent learns his attempt at fatherhood with the surrogate has succeeded, Dex is shocked. Unknown to Kent until that moment, Dex has never wanted children.

Kent’s decision before he met Dex might cost him the man of his dreams.

Originally released by a different publisher.

Available at Amazon/KU.


Excerpt:

Dex Lochland stepped off the elevator and tried not to sigh. The rooftop of the Tech for Life building was jumping with partygoers, the atmosphere cheery. It was a celebration, after all.  

Whatever new piece of tech or new program they were launching was sure to make the company a mint. TFL was the number-one fitness accessory and app producer in the country, and it showed in the party. Everyone was elegant and the food was decadent, despite the fact that neither of those really had much to do with fitness.

Why was he here again?

Oh right, Julie had accused him of being too inside of his own head and of having no life outside of the Ironman triathlons he ran. The barb had hit just a little too close to home, and with his thirtieth birthday looming, he’d heeded her advice that he “get himself out there.”

The problem was, parties like this one tended to bore him. He hadn’t even come to his own launch parties, aside from the first one where he’d discovered he didn’t talk tech, he didn’t do well at random small talk, and he wasn’t interested in rubbing elbows with celebrities.

“Just find one person and talk to them. Then you can go home.” Julie’s instructions rang in his head when he would have turned around and taken the elevator back down to the lobby, so he straightened the tie that threatened to choke him and that Julie had insisted was proper attire—it was a fitness-app release for Pete’s sake, wouldn’t running or yoga gear have been more appropriate?—and waded into the throng.

He passed on the waiter with the tray full of champagne flutes and grabbed a bottle of Evian from a side table so they wouldn’t keep trying to offer him a drink.

He didn’t know anyone here aside from Douglas Manning, the VP of development who was his own liaison here at the company, but he didn’t really want to make Douglas his one person. Besides, he was pretty sure Julie had meant someone new. She’d probably even meant someone who was potentially a date, but he was going to count it as done whether he talked to a woman or a man.

Sipping at his water, he was drawn to the fountain surrounded by greenery at the far left of the rooftop.

“I brought Hula-Hoops for everyone!” The words rang out, a wild-haired guy bouncing and smiling wide. It was like watching a cartoon, seriously. A crazy, bright, loud cartoon.

“Kent!” The cry sounded from almost everyone.

Dude. Kent McMann, crazy genius and mad developer. That was who this launch party was for. Something to do with the damn Hula-Hoops, but the guy had all sorts of apps and add-ons for your phone, your tablet. In like every field. The man didn’t let categories hold him in.

Dex found himself caught as he watched the guy passing out Hula-Hoops in every color imaginable. Kent smiled at everyone, spoke and touched and chatted for a second. The man had the make-nice thing down; Dex was impressed. He could make a pretty good go of it when he really tried, but he had a harder time pretending this kind of thing didn’t bore the hell out of him. At least today’s craziness was outside.

“Ironman!” McMann got to him. “Great to meet you in person. Love the app. The logo tickles me.”

Now Dex was even more impressed. Not to mention Kent was adorable as hell with the crazy blond hair and the freckles across his nose. “Thanks, man. Congratulations to you! It’s your big day.”

“Thank you! I’m totally stoked. Want a Hula-Hoop?” Okay, this man was adorable.

“I can’t remember the last time I hula-hooped.” If he ever had. Still, he found himself holding out his hand, pleased when a rainbow one was handed over.

“I hope you make good use of it.”

“I don’t know, I might need lessons.” Was he flirting with Kent?

“I know a fabulous teacher.” Whether or not Dex was flirting, Kent was totally flirting back.

“You’ll have to give me his number,” Dex suggested.

“Give me your phone. Better yet, meet me at the elevator in fifteen minutes.”

Dex could totally handle fifteen more minutes. Especially if more time with Kent was his reward. “I’ll be there. Hula-Hoop and all.”

“Rock on, Ironman.”

“Keep on hooping.” He gave Kent a wink, then watched the man go. Broad shoulders moved down into a tiny little waist and a sweet, sweet ass.

Damn. This event was looking up.

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday

Sand and Heat is a fantasy BDSM that follows slaveboy Feyer as his old master who indulged him greatly dies and he's given to a new master. It's been a long time since this one was out and I'm pleased to have re-puublillshed it! I've shared the first story of the book - I promise Feyer gets his HEA! Look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday.

Desert dweller Feyer has just been sold to a new Raya, or lord, and he's not thrilled about it. At least until Amut takes Feyer in hand, turning his world inside out. Feyer finally finds his place in Amut's world, though, learning to love his new master, needing to please him in all ways. Sand and Heat brings five tales of Feyer's life, and the desert sun isn't the only heat generated by these steamy stories. Amut is a sensual master with prodigious appetites, and Feyer was made to serve him. 

This classic Sean Michael will give you a meltdown with these adventurous tales!

Originally released as Taste Test: Sand and Heat by another publisher.

Buy links:

Evil Plot Bunny

Amazon

Excerpt:

The Old Raya

It wasn't even noon yet and already it was hot. Even the thick stones of his raya's palace were no match for the sun's harsh rays during summer. Feyer sighed and lazily waved a hand. One of the boys ran forward and began to fan him.

He stretched out at the foot of the bed, skin gleaming with sweet oil and sweat, and shook his head, letting his hair fall behind him. Numi, on his knees in front of their raya, feeding the old man small bites of lychee fruit, glanced and him and licked his lips. It made Feyer smile and shift his hips, legs falling open, hand draped elegantly along his hip.

He looked good.

With the heat, he wore nothing but his armbands and his markings, bronze and gold along his arms and by his eyes, bright and shining against his skin. His kohl-stained eyelids were the same color as his hair. He was perfect. The raya had said so more than once. And well he should be: he had been chosen, made into the perfect bodyslave at a young age.

The old man, skin as wrinkled and dry as Feyer's was smooth and oiled grunted and waved Numi away. The black-eyed boy left the tray of fruit at Feyer's side and murmured quietly. "He had no more than two bites."

Feyer nodded. Their raya had been eating less and less, the heat bothering him more this year than others. Feyer would feed the old man himself. Taking a fruit, he ate it slowly, letting the juices flow from the corner of his mouth. He moaned softly, eyes slanting toward his raya. The old man's eyes were on him.

He took another fruit and placed it between his lips and then crawled up the bed, the white silk soft beneath his hands and knees. He climbed over the raya, brushing against the man, letting the fingers of one hand trail up from ankle to hip, wrapping around the mostly flaccid cock.

Pressing his lips to his raya's, he passed the fruit. The old man laughed weakly, but ate.

He smiled and moved back down the frail body, sliding the slim shaft into his mouth.

He tongued and sucked the flesh, bringing it slowly to life, twitch by slow twitch. It took longer now than it used to, and he'd been at it quite awhile, the old man's cock still not fully hard when gnarled fingers dropped onto his head, brushing through his hair and tugging him off.

"My Raya?"

"I'm tired and old. You cannot make stone pour blood."

He protested. "No. No, my Raya, there is plenty of blood left in you."

"I m too old and it is too hot. Come sit by me, let me look on your beauty as you pleasure yourself."

Pouting, he nodded. 

He reached first for the tray of fruits. "Will you at least continue eating, my Raya?"

The old man's chuckles turned to coughing and Feyer frowned, worry filling him.

"You all fuss over me like old women."

"You are our Raya, our Master." 

The old man's hand slid along his cheek and Feyer nuzzled into the touch. 

A soft kiss was placed on his forehead and then his raya lay back among his pillows. "Entertain me, my boy."

Feyer kissed the hand that clothed and fed him and did as he was bid. His hands traveled over his own body. The oil was slick beneath his fingers, making his soft skin even softer. Moaning, he let his raya hear his pleasure. He took his time, fingers moving over every part of himself. Displaying his beauty, he made the little noises he knew his raya loved. 

His own hand was warm, familiar and comfortable around his erection and at last he came. "My Raya!"

The air seemed cooler now, a hint of breeze carrying with it the promise that summer would pass them by and leave the rains behind. He waited for the words of praise, for his raya to speak of the pleasure he took in watching Feyer's passion.

The silence hurt and he raised his head. A soft smile turned up the corners of his raya's lips, the dark eyes staring. Feyer offered a smile and raised his hand to his face, licking delicately at his own seed. The expression on the old man's face did not change.

"My Raya?" His whisper was a trembling echo of his earlier cry and he put his hand on the old man, shaking him, but his raya's stare remained unbroken, his body still.

Feyer laid his cheek over the old man's heart, eyes closing on tears; there was only silence there.

 

Sean

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Smutterday - Breaking Cover

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt from Breaking Cover.

Home for six months after an undercover assignment at Testing Leather, a BDSM club, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.

Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him.

Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?

Originally released by a different publisher.

Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon


Smutty Excerpt:

Griff hit his knees with a groan, his entire fucking body on fire, his balls screaming.

He was a fucking fool. Insane. Stupid. Whatever. It didn’t matter, so long as Brian gave him what he needed.

Brian walked up to him, long, muscled legs encased in denim, bulge right there, and Griff’s lips parted, his throat working, and suddenly he missed his collar, the weight, the pressure.

“Yeah, I can see how much you want it, boy. How much you need it.” Brian popped the button on his jeans.

“I can’t fucking forget it.” Griff moaned, damned near fucking the air.

“Get my prick out. Use your mouth and then you can suck it.”

Griff nodded, almost coming in his jeans when Brian grabbed his head, forcing him to look up. His fucking mouth was dry, but he managed the husky, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. For a moment I thought you’d forgotten your manners, boy.”

He licked his lips. “It’s been a long time, Sir. Maybe you forgot me.”

“I don’t think so.” Brian grabbed his ear and yanked his head back. “Now do as you’re told. Boy.”
Griff moaned, lips on the tab of Brian’s jeans, tugging the zipper open. He could feel the heat of Brian’s gaze on him.

“That’s right, boy. Just like that.”

The too-familiar desire hit him, dead in the balls. Brian was going commando; that fat, wonderful prick slapped Griff right in the face. The low moan that came from Brian made Griff’s balls ache harder.

He opened up, stood tall on his knees, and slowly dropped his mouth over Brian’s prick without even touching it ‘til he got to the base.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed you.”

Not this. Not getting sucked. But him.

He looked up at Brian, for a second seeing Nick. His Nick. His Sir towering over him. Then he wrapped tight around that fat cock, sucking with all he was.

“Yeah. Fuck, Sam. Griff. Griff. Sorry.” The word ended on another moan, and Brian started to fuck Griff’s mouth.

Griff closed his eyes, relaxed, let his throat open. God, yes. Yes. Please. Harder, faster. Brian gave it to him like no one else ever had. That hand wrapped around his head as Brian fucked his face, stole his breath.

“Mine. You hear me? Mine.” With that, Brian came down Griff’s throat, spunk filling him.

He swallowed hard, not losing a drop, his nuts like lead balls. Brian held him tight, his nose buried against those pubes for a long moment. Then the man slowly pulled out.

A needy, whining sound escaped him. He hurt. He needed.

Brian bent and whispered in his ear, “Come, boy.”

Griff’s entire body arched, and he screamed as his balls emptied themselves, the world going grey and sparkly around the edges.

Sean

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Smutterday - Blowing Smoke

Here's another smutty excerpt - this one from the newly re-released Blowing Smoke.

Do dragons have soul mates?

Brinley Adams is pleased to get a job as assistant to elusive and reclusive billionaire Lindrom Drage. That the job requires him to live in the man’s home in the country is only a bonus. While he’s not exactly running away, he’s trying to leave behind a crazy, stalking ex, and Drage’s isolated home might be just the place to hide.

Lindrom Drage, known at home as Dragon, just wants an assistant who works out for longer than a month or two. He’s already gone through several in the last year, and he wants someone who can do the job and put up with his refusal to deal with anything that takes him out of his home. But when he meets Brin, he suddenly wants so much more than just a work assistant.

Brin doesn’t know his boss is actually a dragon. The trick is going to be convincing Brin that neither of them is crazy, and that not only are dragons real, so are soul mates.

Blowing Smoke is available through Evil Plot Bunny and Amazon.


Smutty Excerpt:

“Come here,” he murmured, wanting Brin in his lap.

“Come...” Brin sounded dazed, and Dragon had to smile. He didn’t have the gift to daze and confuse others, but he could call to someone and draw them successfully if the potential for a bond was there.

“Right here.” Dragon patted his lap. He wasn’t being coy at all—he wasn’t the type for that.

“This is very irregular, Sir.” Nonetheless, Brin came right to his side.

“I’m not your regular boss. I’m not your regular anything.”

Brin’s gaze was caught in his own, and the boy licked his lips enticingly before speaking. “No, Sir.”

Dragon put his arm around Brin and drew him right down to straddle his thighs. Once he had Brin there, he discovered that Brin’s sweet ass fit perfectly in his palms. Dragon held on, bringing their lips together and breathing into Brin.

Brin groaned, the sound filling Dragon’s lungs and increasing his need, feeding it. He rolled Brin forward, their cocks pushing together, only their slacks keeping them apart. He swore he could feel the heat of them almost as if they were both naked.

His boy arched and ground them together, their cocks so hard together. Dragon hadn’t expected such boldness so soon, and he moaned loudly, revelling in it. It was a perfect start, the best beginning.

Brin stopped suddenly, shaking his head. “What am I doing?”

“Following your instincts.” Dragon would bet a hefty sum that Brin did that a lot less than Dragon did. He also thought Brin would have so much more fun if he did it more often.

“Following...” Brin blinked for him. “You’re burning up.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?” He didn’t see how Brin’s thoughts connected.

“Your skin. You’re so hot. It feels like magic.”

“Oh!” He’d forgotten that humans weren’t as naturally warm as he was. “Yes, I run hot. I’m glad you like it.”

Brin blinked as the wireless earphone buzzed again, signalling another phone call. Dragon could see Brin slowly beginning to draw away from him, the distraction clear.

Dragon growled. “That thing is a menace.” If there wasn’t an earphone plugged right into Brin, then they could just ignore the call.

“Yes. Yes, but that’s what you need me for,” Brin pointed out.

“You could let the answering machine get this one.” And the next and the next and the one after that, too. Dragon didn’t have a problem with that.

“You... you’re the boss...” Brin noted.

Indeed, he most certainly was. Which put him in the driver’s seat. “Which means what I say goes.” He liked that. “Why don’t you take the ear thing out and let the calls go to the answering machine for the next...” Year? Would that be long enough that his urge to explore and be with Brin would have backed off a little? He settled on “—little while.” Mostly because he was pretty sure a year wouldn’t be long enough at all. Possibly two or three lifetimes was a better idea.

He tugged at the Bluetooth earpiece, doing his best not to just yank it out and toss it across the room. He didn’t want to hurt his boy, after all. Dragon set the thing on the soundboard, then touched Brin’s ear, stroking the edge.

“Poor abused flesh.” He cupped Brin’s head and turned it slightly so he could lick and nibble at the earlobe in question.

“Oh!” Brin jerked, eyes huge, the gasp shockingly loud.

Was it a sweet spot, or had he simply surprised Brin? Dragon licked again, then blew across the area. Brin’s belly tightened, the muscles jerking hard. Groaning Dragon took the lobe right in and sucked on it vigorously. Then he bit, hard.

Brin bucked so hard, he almost lost his seat. Dragon grabbed a tighter hold of Brin’s ass, tugging him in close as he bit again.

“You. You bit me,” Brin accused, eyes wide, mouth open for each breath that panted out.

“I did. I’m going to do it again. Probably a lot.” He liked biting. Judging by the heavy cock against his body, Brin liked it, too.

Dragon wriggled them together, loving the way their bodies moved against each other. Brin stared at him, eyes huge, wide. Desire was written over Brin’s face, and Dragon aimed to keep it there.

He kept them moving, rolling, and pressing, holding tight to the gorgeous ass. The beast within him growled deep, rushing up to the surface. Brin moaned at the sound he’d made, and Dragon smiled, feeling feral, wild. Fierce. He roared when Brin touched his belly, stroked his nipples.

“Yes, boy. Touch me.”

Brin pinched him, squeezing his nips so slowly. He gasped, pleased. Brin was doing so well. Who knew that the shy, demure man would have responded so eagerly? He imagined Brin had never dreamed this would happen.

The pressure eased up, Brin’s touches smoothing over his flesh now, so gentle.

“Don’t stop,” Dragon ordered.

“No?” Brin squeezed again, nice and slow.

“God, no.” His voice was rough, his need pressing up against Brin.

Brin tugged again, so easily, so gently. Dragon’s nipples felt like they were extremely sensitive, and he couldn’t wait to feel all this without any of their clothes on. That would have to wait until Brin was ready, though. He had the feeling that wouldn’t take too long, but if he pushed too soon… He just needed to make sure his boy stayed on the same page as he was without overwhelming Brin.

Dragon slid one of his hands between them and rubbed Brin’s nipples through his shirt, too. The tiny bits were stiff and hard, his boy arching against him, sweet as pie. Humming, he tried to get a stronger hold so he could pinch, but between the slippery material of Brin’s shirt and his thick fingers, he was having trouble getting a grip. That seemed altogether unfair.

Sean

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Smutterday - Healing Fire

It's Smutterday here on the blog. Today I'm sharing a smutty excerpt from Healing Fire, which I just re-released as a self-pub today.

What will it take for a dragon prince to defy his father and fly on his own? 

Prince Jules, the least favorite of the Dragon King's children, lives simply, banished to his rooms and the amazing adventures found in his books. He has never left the palace or shifted into his dragon form…he's never done anything.

Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince's new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules' life.

When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.

Healing Fire is available on Evil Plot Bunny or Amazon.

Smutty Excerpt:

Jules was going to have to call a physician. There were powders that you mixed with milk to assure that your baser urges did not overtake you. He’d discovered himself with an erection for three mornings in a row now. It was quite ridiculous.

Lem brought him a tray of fruit and a bowl of gruel sprinkled with sugar. “It’s delicious!” Lem licked his lips. “I hope you’re hungry this morning.”

Jules nodded, but he really only wanted the bites of sweet, ripe fruit. “You’ll have to share it.”

Lem nodded. “It would be my pleasure.” Lem sat and looked at him expectantly.

Jules chose a bite of fruit and told his body to stop being odd.

“You’re not sitting with me?” Lem asked. It sounded as if he was disappointed.

“Yes. Yes. My body is offensive right now. I will see the physician later and ask her to help me.”

Lem tilted his head. “Your body is not offensive to me.”

“No? I have... a swelling.” He could feel the color in his cheeks.

“A swelling? Where?” The tray of food was set aside, Lem beginning to examine him.

“It’s an offensive swelling. You shouldn’t look. There’s a medicine for it.” He did his best not to drop his hands to his crotch as that would only bring attention to his condition.

Lem’s eyes suddenly widened. “This?” Lem asked, fingertips sliding on his heavy cock.

Jules nodded, breath catching as the swelling got worse. Oh. Oh, dear. This wouldn’t do.

“This is not a bad thing, Jules. It’s... a healthy need.” Lem’s fingers wrapped around his swollen flesh. “Have you never come before?”

“No. No. I took the medicine for eons and then Mabon said there was no need.” He blinked down, staring at the odd sight of the shaft pushing from between his legs.

Lem began to move his hand along Jules’ hardness, sliding up and down.

“Lem? Lem, it is not shrinking.” And it should have hurt, but it didn’t. It didn’t hurt at all.

“No, you have to come first.” Lem continued moving his hand. It felt... it felt good.

“Come where?” Oh, he didn’t want this to stop. He was being petted. By Lem. And it felt so very good, not like a bad thing at all.

“That’s what it’s called when you spend.”

“I’m not allowed. What if they take my books?” What if they took Lem? Jules tried very hard not to panic, but it was becoming difficult not to.

“They will never know.” Lem didn’t stop, not at all. He just kept pulling, and it got bigger, better.

“Lem? Lem, my belly...” It felt so tight.

“Does it feel good, Jules?” Lem’s gaze met his own.

“I don’t know. I don’t know. Am I sick? I never swelled until you.”

“You’re not sick. And you make me swell, too.”

“I do? I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt. Does this hurt?” Lem continued stroking him.

“No...” No, it felt forbidden, secret. He’d read about the act of mating, but he hadn’t experienced anything like this. He’d been a child when he’d first felt the swelling, and that had been the sign it was time for his medication.

“Then let me give you this pleasure, Jules.”

“Pleasure.” He’d assumed it only worked with your own mate and that was why it was stopped if you didn’t have one - to avoid unnecessary acts.

Lem nodded, smiling at him, looking almost as if he was the one receiving pleasure.

Jules sighed softly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Lem’s tongue echoed his, and the very tip of it flicked across his shaft. Jules’ breath caught, that tiny flash of heat making him sparkle.

“Jules?” Lem looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Your tongue.” The pleasure. God, the pleasure. Better even than the hand that stroked him so wonderfully.

Lem carefully stuck his tongue out again and licked across the top of Jules’ swelling. He whimpered softly, and his legs kicked out restlessly.

Lem backed off again immediately. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. No. Please, my heart.” This was not pain, not even close.

Lem’s nostrils flared, and he made a soft sound. Then he leaned back in to kiss the top of Jules’ shaft, hand squeezing tight around it. A storm built inside Jules, wild and sharp and fierce as Lem stroked and licked him, eyes flashing up to him again and again.

“Help me.” That was Lem’s lot in life, right? To help him? And surely he needed help with this. It grew bigger and bigger, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Yes, my prince. Always.” Lem moved his hand faster and wrapped hot lips around the head of Jules’ shaft.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hips slamming up, as a rush of unbelievable energy flooded him. Lem swallowed around his shaft, then began to suck vigorously.

Jules’ dragon screamed, calling for freedom. Lem kept sucking, as if trying to pull it from him. He jammed his fist in his mouth, trying to force the noises back. The sensations continued to grow.

For a bright, terrifying second, Jules wavered between his beast form and his human form. Then the pressure exploded from him, pouring from his penis. Lem swallowed and swallowed around him, drinking down every drop that pushed out of him.

Sean 

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Sneak Peek Sunday

Coming next month is Just the Right Notes. This one is a reprint and I have to thank Dreamspinner Press for giving it a new home :) There's a hot 'n sexy architect and his hot and sexy composer/conductor lover. They play it vanilla in their every day lives, but kink it up at their getaway cabin.

Just the Right Notes

Elliot is an up-and-coming architect who just opened his own firm—which is a lot more work and pressure than he expected. His partner, Graham, is a respected composer and conductor. They share their love and lives in a beautiful house designed by Elliot, and whenever things get too hard to handle, they retreat to their cabin getaway where Elliot becomes Dom to Graham’s needy little sub.

When things at Elliot’s firm begin to crumble, Graham needs to be the tough one, the one to suggest the cottage and the games they play there, knowing Elliot’s role as Dom will give him strength and that their games will recharge his lover. Together, they keep working to find that precarious balance in their lives—until an accident threatens to change everything. Elliot and Graham’s love faces its greatest challenge yet, and only the resilience they draw from each other can see them through hardship and keep the music in their lives.

This will be on pre-order soon and I'll share links then.

Here's a sneak peek:

God, what a day.

Elliot hadn’t realized quite how much nonarchitectural work would be involved in running his own firm. It wasn’t even like it was a big firm or anything. Him, two junior architects fresh out of university, and a secretary.

He pulled into the driveway and took a minute to admire the house. It really was beautiful, if he did say so himself. He chuckled as he got out, grabbing his jacket and his briefcase. It was probably egotistical as hell to love your own work so much, but he did.

Now, if Graham was just in a better mood than when he’d left this morning, his Friday night just might be salvageable.

He let himself in. “Hey, honey, I’m home.”

Silence.

Well, that could be good or bad….

He wandered through the living area into the kitchen, where he found a half-full bottle of wine and a shattered glass. He was leaning toward not good, and a plan began to form in his mind. The bag was packed and it was late enough they’d have missed the worst of the traffic. An hour and a half and they could be at the cabin.

He headed for the study.

The light was on, Graham sprawled over a chair, score sheets crumpled and torn around him, tears streaking his lean cheeks even in sleep.

Oh, he didn’t think so. Enough was enough. If anything or anyone was going to torture Graham, it was going to be him, and Graham was going to love every fucking second of it.

Elliot turned on his heel and headed for their bedroom to grab the black bag from the back of the closet. He didn’t need to check it—it would have everything they needed. Every time they used it, he carefully repacked it when they got home again so it was always ready. He took it out and put it in the trunk of the car.

Back inside, he called his work number and reset his outgoing message to indicate he would be unreachable for the weekend.

Then he went to wake Graham.

His beautiful lover’s jet-black hair was loose, wild, and tangled, undisciplined and uncontrolled. He reached out, stroked a hand through it, and Graham’s eyes fluttered open.

Crouching next to Graham, Elliot smiled into the most amazing green eyes he’d ever seen. “G. Love.”

“Hey, El.” Graham reached up, cupped his cheek. “I… I must have fallen asleep.”

“Yeah. You had a bad day.” It wasn’t a question. “You’ve had a bunch of ’em lately.”

Leaning in, he pressed their lips together, tasting tears and wine and the intense, addictive flavor of Graham himself.

Graham kissed him softly and then leaned back. “The song won’t come out. I keep working on the bridge.”

“Well.” He stood and stretched and then held out a hand. “Leave it for now. You’re coming with me.”

“I am?” Graham’s long, talented fingers slid into his, the green eyes just beginning to wake up.

“Oh yes. You are.” He walked backward, taking Graham with him, grinning.

“You look wicked….” Graham looked back at the papers on the floor, that frown returning.

He let go of one hand to take Graham’s chin in his fingers and turn his lover’s face back to him.

“That’s because I am wicked.”

The lean cheeks went pink, Graham’s lips parting just a bit. “Are you?”

“Very wicked.”

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday

I wrote Inheritance for an anthology call some time ago and it has been out of print since last January. I am very pleased that Dreamspinner picked it back up so that Cash and Brad's story can live on. There's a non-smutty excerpt on this one. I might rustle up a smutty one for Saturday ;)

Cash McCord’s life is pretty much perfect. He owns the family ranch, loves his work, and invites the occasional cowboy into his bed. But everything is turned upside down when his brother Jack and Jack’s wife Val are killed in a car crash, leaving behind six kids.

Cash is made guardian of the children, along with Val’s brother, Brad Rafferty—a man who couldn’t be more different from Cash if he tried. A Yankee, Brad is a video-game developer who works twelve-to-fourteen-hour days at his desk. They lock horns as soon as they set eyes on each other. Neither man is happy to have the other around, but neither is willing to give up custody of his nieces and nephews.

It’s up to these two polar opposites to keep the kids together and give them a family again. But first they’ll have to keep from killing each other.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
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Excerpt:

“Uncle Cash?”

Cash fought the groan, fought the urge to growl and let his head pop off. “Yeah, baby girl?”

“Belle says Daddy ain’t coming home. I told her Momma said she’d be home soon.” Beth was only five, looking enough like her daddy to make his heart hurt.

Fuck. 

He rolled up in his bed, opening his arms and tugging her into the mess of blankets. “Oh, honey. I…. Shit, your momma and daddy went to live with Jesus, baby. They’re watching you from heaven.”

“You said a bad word.”

“Yeah, I do that sometimes.” Fuck him raw.

The baby started crying and Brad went stumbling past the door toward the nursery, cursing a blue streak.

Beth’s eyes went wide. “Uncle Brad said lots of bad words!”

“Yeah, honey. Lemme go see what I can do, huh?” Shit, he needed a shot or a smoke or something to clear his head. He stood up, picked up the wee one, and headed in after Brad. God knew they didn’t need to wake the twins.

Brad was a big man: tall, broad-shouldered, lots of muscles. He made quite the picture in his boxers, leaning over the change table.

The diaper change looked awkward as heck, though less awkward than Brad’s first one had the other day. He shushed little Branson. “Hush, baby boy. Shh. Shh. Before you wake the whole house. I need a couple of hours without kids everywhere, okay? Please? Give your uncle Brad a break.”

“Lemme have him, man, before he wakes the twins.” Cash swapped Beth for Branson, and she curled into Brad’s arms just so.

Lord, this was a clusterfuck and a half.

Brad sat in the rocker, patting Beth’s back lightly as he started to rock. “Why’re you up, Beth?”

“I was looking for Daddy. I found Uncle Cash.”

Cash closed his eyes a second, squeezing the baby a little. Yeah, he remembered that—looking for his own daddy after the accident when he was nine and finding his eighteen-year-old brother on the sofa, waiting to tell him the news. Jesus.

Jackie, y’all should’ve been more careful.

Brad made a soft sound. “I’m sorry, Beth. Your daddy’s not here anymore, but he asked me and Uncle Cash to look after you and your brothers and sisters, okay? He wanted to make sure we took really good care of you.” 

Sean

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Smutterday - Once You Go Demon

I had another re-release this week. Thank you very much to Changeling for taking in Once You Go Demon, an orphan from ARE. It was brand new in November and I'm hoping many people had not yet bought it as I will never see a dime from it's time there! These demons are very smutty so they're a natural for Smutterday.

There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.

Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.

Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.

Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.

Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.

Buy links:
Changeling Press
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo


Smutty Excerpt:

“Finish stripping, take your hair down, and get in the tub.” Ceris was also tugging his gauzy pants off, completely revealing the rest of his body. The demon really was a magnificent specimen.

Genuinely.

Kerr took down his braids from where he’d wrapped them around his horns. The strands were heavy, hot on his shoulders. Ceris stepped close and began to undo each plait, big fingers agile. Ceris carded through his hair until even a hint of each braid was gone. His scalp tingled, and his body buzzed, arousal sliding through him. His ass was slapped gently, huge fingers cupping him for a moment.

“In the tub, boy.”

Boy. No one had called him boy since his training.

He stepped into the tub, the hot water absolutely delicious. To his surprise, Ceris climbed in with him. He’d known the big man was going to bathe him, but he hadn’t realized Ceris was going to bathe with him.

Sitting, Ceris tugged him down and into the vee of Ceris’ legs. “See how perfectly you fit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You have no body modifications?”

“No, sir. My previous master did not wish it.”

Ceris’ lips brushed the curve of his ear. “Our master allows me full control of those decisions, boy. I can do as I wish.” Plucking at his nipples, Ceris made them hard. “These in particular are begging for decoration. As is this.” Ceris dropped his hand, pinching the tip of Kerr’s cock, hard enough he felt the sting in his balls.

“A-as you wish, sir.”

“Oh, such need gone to waste.”

Ceris’ hand wrapped around his cock, which was filling quickly without a single thought from him. He gasped softly, his asscheeks clenching suddenly, body working immediately to find release.

“It has been far too long since you’ve been properly used.” Ceris tightened his hand, the casual strokes becoming focussed and promising to drag him right over the edge in a matter of moments. “I will use you. I will make you scream with pleasure, with pain, with the twisted love of them both.”

Just about the time he was ready to shoot, the touch disappeared, Ceris moving to work his nipples, which was nowhere near enough sensation.

“Do you come on command, boy?” Ceris asked, pinching his nipples between the big fingers and tugging his flesh out from his chest, making him ache.

“I used to, sir. I have not in many years.”

“I’ll train you for it. Your master will want you to be able to do so. I want you to be able to do so.” Ceris spoke against his ear, lips warm, breath wafting across his skin and making him shiver.

He groaned softly, his permanently bare ballsac pulling up. “Yes, Master Ceris.”

Kerr could be taught to need so many things, to obey. He just wanted to be used as he was meant to be. Maybe here he would be.

Ceris bit his earlobe, one hand dropping to cup and squeeze his balls. “I could make you come from just ball play. From nipple play, cock play, hole play. I could make you come with my words alone.”

He nodded and swallowed, caught in the ache of his needy balls.

“I will use you for hours, days. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, as our master wishes. You will never spend another day without something stretching your hole—my cock, a plug, my fist. Never.”

The words were intoxicating, and he began rocking, not even caring if it wasn’t allowed. He wanted to be punished. Anything, as long as the promises Ceris made him were true.

“Needy slut. How lucky I am. I asked for someone to help with the new pet. I didn’t expect to find a hungry little demon.” Ceris wrapped the big hand around his cock again, pulling hard. “You’ll not come until I say so or I will bind you and you won’t come again until tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master Ceris. I will not.” He wasn’t an untried boy. It might have been far too long since he’d been put through his paces, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember how to obey no matter what was thrown at him.

“Good to know you’ve retained some of your training.” Ceris continued to pump him, fist tightening slowly as the water moved around them.

It was the little bites along the back of his neck that made him shiver, made his balls draw up tight against his skin. They were added to by rough pulls and tugs to his nipples, harsh little twists.

“Aside from a lack of ink and piercings, you have no bruises, no scratches or cuts. No indications that you have a master who loves you and loves to you use you as you so richly deserve. That is going to change, boy.” Ceris pulled his nipple out, making him arch. The strokes to his cock never slowed. “There will not be an inch of you I will not whip and adore, hurt and please.”

The promises poured over his soul, better even than the touches that had him arching, his body burning.

“I am going to take a special interest in you.”

He wanted all of it, more. He had never been so aroused. Never, not even as a new sub. He could feel Ceris’ club-like cock, hot and hard against his ass and the small of his back. It, too, was a promise, and he prayed he got to feel it today, filling him in a way he hadn’t been in far too long a time.

“I want to feel you coming around my cock. I want to feel how your body reacts to my command.”

“Yes, sir.” He arched back, rubbing his hole against Ceris’ prick, begging like he was in heat.

“Wanton.”

The word was not an insult, he knew this. He could hear it in Ceris’ deep voice.

“Yes, sir.” He groaned softly, utterly confused as to what was wrong with him.

“Are you ready for me, boy? I don’t know if that was the rule where you come from.”

He shook his head. “I haven’t been filled in years.”

“Blasphemy!” Ceris stretched, reaching over the far side of the tub and grabbing a bottle of oil. Holding it out on his palm, he unstoppered it. “You will lean over the edge of the tub and prepare yourself for me as I watch.”

“Yes, sir.” He moved, forcing himself to be graceful, beautiful, flowing, even in his need. He would do everything he could to make sure he didn’t disappoint. He needed what Ceris offered, needed it deep in his soul.

Ceris hummed softly, the sound pleased. Kerr swore he could feel the heat from Ceris’ hand as it passed through the air next to his ass like a phantom caress. He slicked his fingers, spreading wide enough that his ballsac dipped in the hot water as he slipped one finger in, slicking himself without denying Ceris the pleasure of stretching him.

“Lovely.” Ceris pressed a finger inside him, much thicker than his own and as hot as the water around them. “Nice and tight. You do your exercises nightly, boy?”

“Yes, sir.” It was the most pleasure he received. “I was allowed two orgasms a day by my own hand.”

Ceris grunted, but didn’t say anything. Another finger pushed into his body, both of Ceris’ going deep and hitting that spot inside him that hadn’t been touched in what felt like forever and had surely been at least several years.

He moaned, his back arching with pleasure. Yes. Yes, so good. Now he just needed more.

Sean

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Smutterday - Love in an Elevator

This one went out of print sometime in 2015 and now I've self-pubbed it! I have to admit that every time I see or type in the title, I think of the Aerosmith song and hear the line "going down" in my head and it makes me grin.

Scott Johnson is a free-lance photographer who likes to take pictures, watch movies, and play. On a job he meets business executive Josh Silvers. Josh is a force to be reckoned with, tall, and self-confident, he seems to be able to reach right into Scott’s psyche and give him exactly what he needs.

The only problem is that Scott doesn’t take orders, while Josh seems awfully fond of giving them. Still, despite his occasional protests, Scott seems to be following them just fine. For now. Will that change if Josh goes further than Scott wants to? Or does Josh really know him better than he knows himself.

Check out this Sean Michael classic to find out!

This book has been previously published – the publisher has changed.

Buy links:
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Smutty Excerpt:

Scott's place was small and there was photography and computer equipment everywhere. Josh wasn't really checking the place out, though, he was far more interested in the man himself. Sweet and hot, with a killer mouth and an even better ass that Josh planned to be buried in as soon as possible.

"Nice," he said. "Where's the bed?"

"I have a futon. Does that count?"

"It'll do." He grinned and tugged Scott over to him, laying a hard kiss on Scott's lips, tongue pushing in, letting Scott know exactly what he wanted. Scott moaned, the sound surprised, then that hot little tongue started pushing back, challenging him. He chuckled into the kiss, tongue twisting around Scott's, keeping control of the kiss, deepening it.

Fuck, Scott was pretty, dark hair and bright eyes rimmed with black eyelashes. Everything about the kid made him hard for it. A low groan split the air, Scott opening for him.

Oh, perfect. Scott's mouth tasted of beer and the food they'd eaten. And of something sweet below all that. It made a sound rumble in his chest and his hands slid down along Scott's back, landing on that fine ass and tugging him closer. A nice hard prick nuzzled up against his hip, just rubbing away, giving him a good feel of it.

Nice.

He came up for air, one arm staying behind Scott's back the other sliding on one flushed cheek. "Where's that futon of yours, Scott?"

"Under the window. See all the pillows?" Oh, he liked that, the breathlessness, the gasps.

He nodded. He did see. It looked nice and inviting, a little oasis of soft and horizontal in all the mess of equipment. His eyes mapped out a path and then he was kissing Scott again, pulling those sweet little gasps into his mouth as he started to move them toward the futon.

Scott moaned, moving along with him, hands around his waist, almost fluttering.

He stopped moving once they were beside the futon, but kept kissing, pulling out sweet sound after sweet sound from Scott. He got hold of one of Scott's hands and brought it up to the buttons on his shirt. His own hands pushed Scott's jacket off, hearing it fall to the floor before he tugged the kid's t-shirt out of his jeans. Scott followed directions well, working his buttons open.

He hummed happily, tugging Scott's t-shirt up and off, hands sliding on all that warm, smooth flesh. Mmm... tiny little dark nipples, broad shoulders tapering into a sweet, tight ass. Yummy. Scott got his shirt open, fingers on his chest, his belly.

He moaned, his own fingers going straight for those little nipples, pinching them into hardness. "That's it, Scott, touch me. I know you want to." He was in good shape, worked out most lunch and evenings at the executive gym at work, so his muscles were nice, defined.

"You're fine. Who wouldn't want you?" Scott's eyes went wide when he pinched those nipples, cheeks flushing.

"Exactly." He bent and licked at Scott's lips, pinching again, loving the reaction.

Scott shivered, pulled away before pushing back into the touches. "Damn."

"Sweet," he murmured, hands leaving those now peaked little nipples to undo the button on Scott's jeans. Then, slowly, he pulled the zipper down.

Oh, fuck. No underwear, no pubes, just smooth dark skin and a heavy, full cock begging for his touch. Fucking sweet. He explored the smooth skin around Scott's cock first, and then the full balls, cupping them, thumb sliding along the base of Scott's cock.

Hot. Silk and velvet.

"Mmm... I. I wax them. Love how it looks."

"Feels amazing, Scott. What about back here?" he asked, fingers of his other hand sliding down the back of Scott's jeans, searching out his crack. Scott blushed dark, ducked his head as Josh’s fingers found smooth, smooth, soft skin. "Fuck, yes. Oh, Scott, I was hoping you'd be special." He turned his face to Scott's neck, nibbling, licking, fingers sliding on all that smooth skin. Damn. Just damn.

Scott's hands slid down his spine, nails scraping a little, scratching. He liked that little bit of wildfire, it urged him on, made him growl a little, finger pushing into Scott's body.

"Uhn..." Scott jerked, just starting to hump against him, rocking into him. Hot for it. He liked that, too.

Sean

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Book Day Wednesday - Once You Go Demon

I'd like to thank Changeling Press for republishing Once You Go Demon for me. The novel had only been out a couple months when the whole ARE mess happened. Hopefully you hadn't had a chance to pick it up yet!

Once You Go Demon

There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.

Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.

Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.

Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.

Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.

It'll be available on Friday at Changeling Press!

Excerpt:

Kerr stared at the paper the incredibly well dressed goons at the door handed him.
Sold?

Him?

He'd been sold into Horatio Liverage's house to act as the man's submissive since he was of maturity, and now, after so long, Horatio had sold him without a word? Without a note?

Nonsense.

Utter nonsense.

"There must be a mistake."

The goon pointed one clawed finger at the insignia at the bottom of the page. "What does that signify?"

"Horatio Liverage." He couldn't deny it was his master's seal.

"Then there isn't a mistake. Bring us Kerr, and we'll be on our way." The teeth on the guy doing the talking brooked no argument. Neither did the tufts of smoke coming out of Silent and Scary's ears.

"I'm Kerr. I have to gather my things, make arrangements..." Right? Didn't he get that much at least?

The lower demon looked at the contract again. "It doesn't say anything about belongings here. Let's go."

"I have precious things that hold my family name, and it doesn't say that I can't bring them. I am not resisting, simply gathering my stuff." He could bargain with the best of them. He knew he had to convince them, though, as either one of them could pick him up and toss him over a shoulder without even trying.

Henchman One turned to Henchman Two, who shrugged.

"Is your master here? He can decide."

"He is not. He's away. As such, I am second in charge of the household." He held no illusions that he was beloved or even a lover, but he was well trusted with finances and with all aspects of Horatio's life. "I shall return in moments."

He began to pack -- the stash of jewels he had been collecting for years, his few precious books, his favorite clothes, and the music and computer that were his. He grabbed his toiletries, the hologram of his sire and dam, and the fragile glass orb that throbbed with a sweet, gentle light.

Both goons were frowning when he came back, pushing the pallet of his things.

"We won't be party to you stealing from your master."

"I haven't stolen a thing. These things are my own and now go with me to my new master." Fuckers. Horatio might be able to sell him on a whim, but these were his possessions and they were going with him.

They looked at each other again, shrugged, and turned, heading down the walk toward the truck at the end of it. "We're not toting anything," the talker called back over his shoulder.

"Not yet," Kerr muttered.

He wasn't some pointless goon. He was a highly trained, highly useful sexual submissive and house servant. Soon he would find a place with whomever the fuck the asshole prick that never made love to him anyway, dickhead, had sold his papers to, and then this mouth breather would do what Kerr said.

The goon opened the back door and just stood there, watching him putting his things in. "You're riding back there, too."

"Thank you so much." He rolled his eyes, pushed his hair behind his ears, and climbed in, telling himself that he wasn't hurt, that he was nothing but property, that he shouldn't cry. One day, that might even work.

The door closed with a loud clang, leaving him in the dark, the engine starting up moments later. The truck lurched forward, sending him falling onto his ass.

He did cry then, silently, heartbroken. He'd lost his home, his job, his master, and no one had so much as warned him. Someone had written up that paperwork, someone had made the arrangements, and someone had thrown him away.

He couldn't believe Horatio had done this to him, and without any warning at all, not a word to him.

The truck stopped abruptly, the brakes squeaking loudly. The door opened again, the dull grey sky seeming bright after the darkness of the truck.

Two little slaves popped up into the back and began grabbing his stuff.

He lifted his chin and firmed his lips. He was well trained, valuable. Special in his own right. Men begged to be wealthy enough to own him.

"Come, come," murmured one boy, motioning for him to get down from the truck and follow. He couldn't see the two goons. "You're going to be in the salle, honored one. Your groom is Ceris, and he is the Salle Master."

Finally, someone realized how important he was, what his stature was, even if he was a slave. He followed the lad through a side door and along a winding hall of stone. This place was much brighter than his mast -- than his former master's, more marble than rock on the columns and floors, white and light blue shot through with silver and gold.

When they arrived at the harem, the whole place still felt luxurious and gilded, as if the master lived back here as well as the front of the house. Well, his new master was very rich, there was no denying that.

A huge bald man stood as he walked in, bowing to him solemnly. "Honored one. I am Ceris, your groom. Boy, put the things in the gold room, then call for tea."

The lad who'd guided him here bowed and went running with Kerr's things, deeper into the harem.

"Welcome to Lord Belial's harem. We were very excited to learn he won you and that you would be joining us."

Lord Belial? Bel? Horatio had sold him to his best friend? Seriously?

"Thank you for your welcome." He bowed automatically, his training taking over immediately.

"Tea is coming. After that, I imagine you'd like a bath. Perhaps something light to eat."

Ceris was a handsome demon. The bald head exposed the little horns completely, and they glowed in the light. His bare chest was beautifully muscled, the gauzy pants exposing strong legs and hinting at a heavy cock. There was a heavy spiky gold tattoo covering Ceris' ridged belly, marking him as Master Bel's, Kerr was sure. Marked, but lovely.

"I... Yes, of course." He was developing the world's worst headache.

A lad, different than the first two, he thought, came in with a tray holding a teapot and two teacups. He left them on a low table, bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Totz. You can go."

The boy did, hurrying off like he had somewhere to be.

"Please. Sit." Ceris waved toward the benches that surrounded the table.

"Thank you, Ceris." He and Ceris were equals, and he refused to treat the man with less respect than he deserved. "I was not aware I was to be transferred. Not until the papers arrived at the door."

Transferred. Traded. Discarded.

"That's unfortunate. Were you able to collect all your things?" Ceris asked, pouring out the tea.

"I brought the things that were special that I could carry. What will my duties be here? In my former home, I acted as valet and head of household -- finances, staff management, that sort of thing."

Ceris shot him a confused look. "I was led to believe you were a trained submissive, honored one."

"Yes, I was. My former master chose not to use me in that regard." Not for many years and not often when he had.

"Perhaps that's why he wagered you in the game of chance he played with our master last night." Ceris leaned forward and spoke quietly, confidentially. "He's still here, sleeping it off. It got very loud and much was imbibed. I'm very sorry for the way it happened, but maybe it's for the better. There is no where else in all of Hell that I would rather be."

"I will thrive wherever they wish me to be." He hoped. He had no choice.

Ceris looked him up and down, gaze almost like a physical touch. "I'm sure you will."


Sean
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Wednesday Book Day

I just re-released a novel from 2006 (10 years ago!) called Broken Road. It was a joy to write Ardie and West, and if you haven't already read their story, I hope you'll give them a try.

Broken Road

Can lifelong best friends find their happily ever after in each other?

Ardie and West have been friends since the second grade. They’ve been through a lot together: homework, broken bones, the death of a parent, and dreading high school dances. Through Ardie working the family farm and taking care of his siblings, and West chasing his college boy dreams, their friendship never falters, even with the gap of years and lifestyles.

West goes through a series of boyfriends, making Ardie wish his friend could find someone who loves him as much as Ardie does himself. Waiting for the right time to tell West he’s gay, Ardie figures he’s lost his chance when West finally meets someone who seems just right for him.

When the bottom falls out for West, there’s only one person he thinks to call. Ardie is there for him when he does. A little vacation seems to be the right thing, not just to ease West’s mind, but for Ardie to slide into West’s life again, finally letting his friend know how deeply he cares.

Will these two bet friends realize there might be more between them than just friendship? Find out if their Broken Road lead to happiness in this heartwarming read.

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Ardie took a cab from the airport straight to the hospital. He figured if he needed a hotel, he could get one later. It was late afternoon and he just hoped he hadn't missed visiting hours. It was already a day since West's call and he didn't want any other delays. He was really worried. Less by the fact that West was in the hospital, than by the fact that West had called him and asked him to come, his voice so defeated.

He hurried to the main nurses' station, overnight bag in his hand.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said, taking his hat off. "Could you tell me where I might find West Moreland?"

She smiled, looked something up, and then asked his name. She called West's room, got permission, and then sent him up to room 224.

He had his hat in one hand, his bag in the other, and went in, calling out quietly. "West?"

"Ard?" He heard West, walked over to the second bed. West had one leg up in a cast, bandages covering one shoulder. "You came."

"Of course I came, West." He put down his bag and his hat and pulled a chair over to the bed. "What happened?"

"He got pissed off because I wanted to leave. Shot me twice."

"What? West! Jesus." He jumped up. "Where is he?"

"The police are looking. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I was scared."

"The hell you shouldn't have." He settled back down, sitting on the edge of West's bed. "Why don't they have somebody posted at your door?"

He was going to have a hard time finding this guy and beating the shit out of him with the cops already looking. And of course there was the fact he hadn't a clue what the fucker looked like.

"There's security. The cops think he skipped town. He..." West sighed. "He's high maintenance."

"High maintenance? No, West, Aggie's high maintenance. This guy's an asshole who shot you."

"He said he loved me. Said he couldn't bear to lose me."

"That's not love, West." He took West's good hand and squeezed.

"I know. It... it hasn't been. He... It's been bad, Ard." West wouldn't meet his eyes.

"West..." God, it broke his heart. West deserved better than this. "Come home with me, West. Come be with the people who care about you."

"I... I want to."

"Well, then, come on. As soon as they let you out of here, I'm taking you home." He didn't need West to be in love with him; he did need West to be healthy, happy, whole.

"I can't. You've got kids there. A family. He'll come back." West sighed, closed his eyes. "Let's start over. H...how was your flight?"

He let West get away with it for now. Hell, he figured he had some time to work on the man. "Long. And the food? Damn. I've never missed Mabel's cooking more."

West chuckled. "Yeah. I hear you. Scary cardboard eggs."

"I bet it beats the hell out of what they feed you here," he teased.

"Yeah. They did surgery on my leg. I'm not even on real food yet." West looked old, scared, hurt. It made him ache inside.

"You will be soon enough. Bitching about the food and being stuck in bed. You remember when you broke your leg playing baseball? God, we drove your momma crazy."

"Yeah. Other leg this time." West's eyes filled with tears and he closed them. "Where are you staying?"

"Don't know. I just got here." He squeezed West's hand, feeling damned helpless to do anything to help.

"Stay here for a while? I know he won't come back. I do. But I can't sleep."

"I'll stay until they kick me out, West. And they're going to have to be pretty damned insistent if they expect me to go before I can spring you." It would be for the best. He couldn't roam the streets of Seattle looking for someone to beat the tar out of if he was here with West.

"Thank you. You could stay at my apartment but it's a crime scene. I'm... God, Ard. Things are so utterly fucked." The tears did come then, silent and horrible.

He wanted to hug West, hold him, but West was all banged up. So he just squeezed West's hand hard and petted the lean belly. "It's going to be all right, West. Everything's going to work out just fine."

"Is the nurse coming soon? My leg hurts."

He had no clue so he leaned forward and rang the bell. "She'll be here soon, West."

"'Kay. I'm sorry, Ardie."

"For what, West?" He wasn't going to have West apologizing for getting shot.

"For everything. For this."

"Not your fault you got shot, West." He growled a little, frustrated, angry at the world for not caring for his West properly.

"I shouldn't have made him mad..."

Ardie snorted. "No, West. He shouldn't have shot you. It doesn't matter what you did. He made the choice to pick up a damned gun and use it!"

"I... I should have..."

"Come home," he teased. "Seriously, West. The only thing I can think of that would make me shoot another man is if he did something like what Lee just did to you."

West nodded, sighed. "I know. You're a decent man."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. A real saint to put up with you. Come on, West. I don't want to have this argument all over again. Especially not while you're down."

West nodded again, then the nurse came in and shooed him out so they could do whatever they needed to do.

He paced unhappily, wanting a doctor to tell him what the deal was, how soon he could get West out of here and home. There was no doubt in his mind he was bringing West home. Even if it was only until the man was healed.

A young, tall nurse came over, smiled at him. "Is there anything we can help you with?"

"Actually, yes, ma'am, there is. I'd like to know when I can take my friend home."

"He'll probably be released tomorrow afternoon or Monday morning." She smiled. "He's in good health and is healing well."

Oh, that was good news. The further away from here he got West, the better. "Will he be able to travel, ma'am?"

"He'll be on crutches for six to eight weeks. Need to visit a physician to get the stitches out, but medically, I would think so. You'll have to ask the doctor."

And likely the police, but he just nodded. "Thank you, ma'am, I appreciate it."

"If you need anything, let us know."

"Could I bother you for a blanket, ma'am? I'd really like to spend the night in the chair in West's room, keep an eye on him, you know?"

"No problem. The big chair unfolds into a bed. They're actually comfortable."

Well, now, he was thinking it was time the hospital back home invested in some of those. "Thank you again."

He nodded at her and went and knocked at West's door, not wanting to interrupt if they were still doing stuff to him.

The nurse let him in, West covered again, face a little pale. "We've given him a strong sedative. He needs to sleep."

Ard nodded. "I won't disturb him, I promise."

He went over to West, settling back down in the chair. "Hey, there, West. They tell me they've given you the good stuff."

"Yeah." West blinked over. "I needed you here. He's going to kill me and I thought... I thought I'd want that. But I'm not ready to go."

"You wanted to die? West..." Lord help him, he wanted to take West and shake some sense into him. "It's okay, buddy. You just get better. I'll take you home, and you'll see."

"You don't have room for me there."

"The hell we don't."

Sean

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Smutterday - Amnesia

Who wouldn’t want a do over?

When Thaine wakes up in the hospital after a bull-riding injury, he immediately asks for his lover, Jerry. He has no idea who this man next to his bed is, despite the fact Drew insists they have been an item for the last five years.

Thaine’s best friend, Jesse, calls Jerry. He thinks it’s a pretty crappy thing to do to the new boyfriend, but tells himself it’s unlikely Jerry will come after so many years. He also doesn’t get why Thaine would pass up the opportunity to be with Drew since he’s young, optimistic, and hardworking. In short, everything Jesse ever wanted in a man.

Jerry still carries a torch for his cowboy, so when Thaine asks to go home with him to recover, Jerry agrees. At first they pick up their intense physical relationship right where they left it before the breakup. Jesse, in turn, consoles the now homeless Drew and offers him quite a bit more than a shoulder to cry on. But in the back of all the men’s minds loom Thaine’s lost five years.

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“Yeah, okay.” Drew resisted the urge to go to Jesse, slide his hands over Jesse’s shoulders, and kiss him.

Nice ass too—strong, muscled, meant for touching. Drew took a few steps toward the fire, toward Jesse, drawn to the man, to that solid, quiet strength. To that peace.

Jesse stood and turned toward him, outlined by the fire. Oh. Oh, he was beautiful. Drew closed the space between them, coming close enough so he could feel the heat of Jesse’s body. He tilted his head, eyes on Jesse’s mouth. God, he wanted. He wanted Jesse.

He maybe wanted Jesse more than he wanted Thaine to remember and come back.

A better man would have waited until he was sure, but Drew didn’t wait. He leaned in the last little bit until his lips were up against Jesse’s. Jesse blinked, then wrapped one hand around the back of Drew’s head, tongue pushing right in to taste him. Groaning, Drew opened wide, letting Jesse in as he melted against Jesse’s strong, sturdy body. He wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist.

Jesse held him, tongue taking his mouth, slow and sure, steady. Intense. He’d never had a kiss blow him away like this before. Never. He whimpered softly, fingers wrapped in the material of Jesse’s shirt, holding on as his tongue moved against Jesse’s.

Jesse tugged him close, cock hard and hot against his hip. Oh God, Jesse really wanted him. Really, really. And his own cock was hard, and a tiny part of his brain couldn’t believe he was doing this while the rest of him closed his eyes and felt.

Lean and firm, Jesse’s body rested against him. So hot, and the scent of him rolled through Drew again, all sunshine and hay and musk. A shudder went through him, and he moaned softly, opening wider, giving himself over to the wonderful sensation of being in Jesse’s arms, of being kissed.

One kiss melted into another and another, Jesse’s mouth exploring him, driving him clean out of his mind as Jesse’s mustache tickled him. Drew spread his hands wide, touching as much of Jesse’s back as he could. Jesse’s solid body held him upright, made him want. He felt breathless and light-headed.

Jesse finally lifted his head, watching him, breathing hard. “Damn, Drew.”

He looked up at Jesse, staring into Jesse’s eyes, his own breath gasping out of him. “I never knew.”

Jesse kept holding on. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m really okay.” He kept holding on too, didn’t want to let go. “You?”

“Yeah. Can I kiss you again?”

Oh, yeah. “Please.” Now that he’d opened the bottle, there was no way the genie was going back in.

He brought their lips together again, tongue rubbing softly along the inside of Jesse’s lower lip. Jesse’s hand started moving, stroking, loving on him. He couldn’t believe how special he felt from these few kisses and caresses. He could feel the care in every touch, the same care that was always evident in Jesse’s smile and his eyes, but more, immediate.

Drew opened his mouth, teasing Jesse’s tongue back in as his own hands started to move, rubbing slowly up and down along Jesse’s back. They moved together, almost dancing, the crickets and frogs making music for them. As they moved, Drew started needing hard, and he rubbed against Jesse, small whimpers coming from him.

“It’s okay. I got you.” Jesse drew him closer, one thigh pushing between his legs.

“God, Jesse.” That care, that love, nearly had him undone.

He brought their mouths back together again, rubbing against Jesse’s solid thigh. Jesse panted against him, moaning against his lips, hands encouraging him to move and shift and rock. It felt so good, hot and sexy. The fact that this was Jesse, well, that made it even better, made the warmth that had been sitting in his stomach all day spread everywhere.

Drew held his hand against the bulge in Jesse’s jeans, wanting to make sure Jesse was feeling good too. Hard, hot, straining against his touch. Yeah, Jesse was feeling him. Jesse was big—thick, and long.

Moaning into the kiss, Drew thrust his hips harder, rubbing himself against Jesse’s thigh as he groped along Jesse’s cock. He didn’t know if it was because of what had happened with Thaine, because they were out under the big sky, or because it was Jesse himself, but this, this rubbing through clothes, felt better than anything he’d had in a long time.

“You…. I…. Drew.” Jesse’s hands clenched, tugging him closer, the kiss going wild.

He met Jesse’s fierce kiss head on, his hips sawing against Jesse. He was going to come. Really soon. He didn’t stop, though, didn’t back away or slow down; he went for it. Jesse squeezed him tight, hips jerking against him.

Drew tore his mouth away long enough to gasp, “Gonna…,” and then kissed Jesse again, tongue fucking in and out of Jesse’s mouth as his hips jerked, his orgasm moving through his body. He cried out into Jesse’s mouth, spunk filling his jeans.

Sean

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