Sneak Peek Sunday

Today I'm doing a sneak peek of my June release - Stephen, book one of the the BOY ISO series.

Look for the cover reveal tomorrow!

The excerpt is still raw, so please excuse any errors and look for the book on June 23, pre-order coming soon!

Stephen
BOY ISO book 1

Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.

When Champ reads the ad on the internet, the dragon shifter is immediately intrigued and contacts the boy who wrote it. When a quick phone conversation leads to the boy sharing his address, Champ heads over, unhappy that a boy would not only leave his phone number on the internet, but then just give out his address. When he knocks on the door, he’s ready to show this boy exactly what kind of punishments he can meet out.

Stephen would like to be a boy, but he’s been burned, and badly, in the past, so he’s not in the lifestyle anymore. All that changes when he answers the door and meets Champ. It doesn’t matter that Champ was expecting to meet Stephen’s roommate Marc, the big Daddy falls for Stephen immediately and insists that while there was an initial mix-up, Stephen is the one he’s actually there for

Patience, kink, and confidence may not be enough for this Daddy to win his boy over, but add in the magic of love and dragons and it’s a whole other story.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.

Champagne purred as he read the ad, his prick taking notice. Oh yes, he was a strict Daddy and this boy sounded like a wonderful diversion. 

Bernoise raised an eyebrow and grunted at him. “What’s gotten your attention?”

Champ shook his head. “Nothing.” This one was his. Berny and France could find their own bad boy to punish. 

“You know I don’t believe you.”

He shrugged as he pocketed his phone. “That’s your prerogative.” He headed out of the penthouse apartment, and only looked at his phone again once he was in the elevator on the way down.

There was a phone number with the ad, so he called it.

It took a few rings, but then he heard a curious, “Hello?”

“This is your Daddy, boy.”

“Oh, fuck me. Seriously?”

Yes, and he wasn’t going to allow cursing, and he was going to blister his boy’s ass for putting his phone number online.

“Language, boy. I’m on my way over—I need your address.” He waited for his boy to suggest meeting somewhere and not just giving a total stranger his number .

“It’s 41904 Linc Avenue, apartment 8A .”

Son of a bitch, his boy wasn’t going to sit for a week. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” He cut the call off and stepped off the elevator, pulling up his Uber app. 

His phone rang, but he didn’t answer. He was going to go get this boy and show him strict punishments.

It was ridiculous. No safeword, no names, just here’s my home address, person I don’t know from Adam. Very strict punishments.

His car arrived in a few moments and he got in, sat back, planning how he was going to start. 

His boy obviously needed the firm hand he was asking for. He would introduce himself and find out what the hell the boy was thinking.

He arrived at the building that housed his boy, still worked up over the lack of care for his own safety this boy was taking. It made him glower and grumble. He took the elevator to the fourth floor, then went right, and there he was in front of 8A. He knocked firmly.

“Hold up! I’m coming!” The door opened, and a gorgeous young man, with copper hair, one light blue eye, one dark brown, appeared. “Can I help you?”

Time stopped. It simply stopped, and the glow around this man began to  pulse, calling to him.

Growling, he stepped in, staring. “Daddy’s here, boy.” 

“I—are you looking for Marc?” 

No. No, he was looking for this boy. His boy.

“Nope. You’re my boy—Daddy’s here. I just need your safeword.” 

“My safeword?   But I don’t know you…” The boy stepped away. “I don’t think you’re looking for me. I think you’re looking for my roommate, Marc. I’m Stephen.”

He wasn’t interested in any Marc. This was his boy. “I’m looking for you, boy. I’m Champagne and you can call me Daddy. Are you telling me you don’t have a safeword?”

“I used to. Not for a long time. I’m not a player anymore.”

“No, I’m not playing. Tell me your safeword.” This wasn’t some silly boy. This was his boy. 

“Bubbles.” Stephen stood and stared at him, and he could feel energy pulling them together.

“Bubbles it is. You didn’t put in an ad online, did you?” He knew the answer was no. It made him want to snarl, that this Marc would act so dangerously and then duck out, leave Stephen alone to face the consequences. 

“An ad? For what? I’m telling you, man, you’re looking for Marc.”

“I was looking for Marc, but then I found you.” Such a lovely boy, and the glow around him warmed Champ all the way to his bones.

“You don’t even know if I do guys…” Stephen was pouring pheromones, curiosity and hunger thick on the air.

“Boy, you are screaming for me with every inch of your body.” He knew Stephen could feel the pull—it would be impossible not to.

“I don’t even know you. You just showed up here.” Stephen groaned softly, cock tenting his soft pants. “Maybe…...maybe we could have coffee?”

“I was about to suggest that. Maybe something sweet to go with it, hmm?” He wanted to lick sugar from Stephen’s lips.

“Let me get dressed. Can I meet you at the Second Cup next door? Then we can talk.”

He didn’t want to leave without his boy, but he trusted that Stephen was a boy of his word. Besides, he knew where Stephen lived. And while he’d come in loaded for a spanking to teach the advertiser a message, this was clearly not the boy in question. 

“What can I get for you?” He liked the white hot chocolate at Second Cup himself.

“Can I please have a white chocolate latte? I’ll be ten minutes, tops.”

“See you there.” He stepped back and let Stephen close the door, watching the glow of his boy until it was entirely cut off. Wow. That was… amazing. He couldn’t wait to start a relationship with his boy.

There was no doubt that this one was his. None.

Sean

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Sneak Peek Sunday

Here's a tiny sneak peek of one of the stories I'm currently working on.

“More swats, kitten?” Chuckling, he used his free hand to slap Seamus’ ass a couple of times, warming it more.

Every slap jerked that sweet ass around his fingers. He twisted them together and sent them deeper, eager to find Seamus’ gland and add that sensation to the mix.

“Making me crazy, man. Please.”

“I want you wild for me. Foaming at the mouth for my cock.” Still, he pushed a third finger into Seamus’ ass. The tight walls closed around his digits, trying to keep him inside.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sneak Peek Sunday

Today's Sneak Peek is of Seduced by the Tide, officially out on June 26, but already available for pre-oder!

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…  

Deke has yet to meet a man who gives him a rush. Coast Guard rescue has kept the dragon shifter busy, but there's no harder work than finding a mate. Then comes Bryan. Bearded and inked, the personal trainer turned mechanic smells of grease, sweat and red meat. How irresistibly human can you get? And when it comes to hot, slamming sex, they're the perfect fit. Now all Deke has to do is to tell Bryan what he really is, and what he has planned for them.

Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can't shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he's falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.

Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he's satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he's ready to face it.

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Excerpt:

“Thirty-five. Thirty-six. Come on, man. Push.” Bryan grunted and worked his biceps, sweating like a whore in church as the summer sun poured into the garage. He had to get this workout in before he headed over to his neighbor’s for supper. Shae and his new partner, Jake, were home from another trip, and they were grilling burgers, dogs, maybe a couple steaks.

His stomach growled. He usually preferred lean proteins and vegetables, but right now he could practically taste the steak melting in his mouth. It had to be the increased strength training. Had to be. Or maybe it was that he now equated steak with his best friend, as that seemed to be what they had the most whenever Shae and Jake were in town. Which, sadly, wasn’t that often. Frankly, he missed Shae and cooking out was always a good excuse to get together.

He was trying to decide if he should bother to go shower or not when a beat-up aqua-blue VW bug—the classic kind, not one of those newfangled hipster ones—pulled up in front of Shae’s and the biggest guy he’d ever seen climbed out of the front seat.

Except he’d seen this guy before…

Dark hair, muscles that wouldn’t quit, hell, even air seemed to drool around him.

Ah, yes, the new beau’s brother. Yummy. He’d had a drool fest when the guy had used Shae’s place for a couple of days last year. The guy was built to fantasize about. And Bryan had. This guy had starred in more than one fantasy while he got busy with his hand in the shower.

He could totally tap that. God knew he hadn’t had a good roll in the hay in forever. Since the time he’d fucked Shae, in fact, though he’d never tell his best friend that. Nobody needed to know he was that picky.

He supposed that meant he should go ahead and shower, then. Although some guys appreciated a little sweat on their man.

He rolled up off the weight bench, then grabbed a fifty pounder and started working his biceps, playing out a happy little fantasy involving the big guy and a shower.

He wasn’t a small man himself, but that guy? Shit, that stud could probably throw him around like he was stuffed with cotton. Bryan could almost feel his back slamming up against the tile. Not that he’d ever want something rough like that, but that was why they were called fantasies, right?

The weight in his hand hit the concrete floor, slipping from his fingers while he was distracted, and Jake’s brother paused at the curb and turned, looking in his direction. Looking right at him.

Jesus, those eyes were the brightest blue he’d ever seen. Ever.

A smile quirked the guy’s lips and he turned away, heading up Shae’s walk and going out of view. Bryan could still feel that gaze, though, almost like a touch. That was a hell of a lot of man.

He finished his workout and closed up the garage before he headed inside. Shower. Jack off so he didn’t spring a boner the second he was introduced to Jake’s brother. Nap.

It was a plan. It wasn’t a particularly involved plan, but it was a plan.

Sean

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Sneak Peek Sunday - Branded by Flames

I thought I'd start a new thing this year. Sneak Peek Sunday. I won't always have a chance to do a bit and sometimes it'll be a snippet from a coming soon book, sometimes it'll be a snippet from a book that I'm currently working on, but I thought it would be fun.

Up first is an excerpt from Branded by Flames, the first book in my new series with Carina Press - Dragon Soul.

Branded by Flames

Introducing a brand-new male/male dragon shifter series from bestselling LGBTQ author Sean Michael!  

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate… 

For years, dragon-shifter-slash-firefighter Jake has been searching for his mate, but he's beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.

Then he meets Shae.

A former navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine—until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake's family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…

Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon's mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake's guidance—and love—if he's going to make it through alive.

 Buy links:
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Sneak Peek:

Jake showered after his shift, taking time to jack off to the memory of the sexy silver fox with the gorgeous eyes and smokin’ bod. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to climax. Now if things went like he hoped they would, he’d be able to last a while instead of shooting like a high-schooler the minute he and Mr. Creates-Dragons-out-of-Metal got naked. Because naked-time was definitely the plan. Shae called to all his instincts, begged to be used, to be made to submit. And Jake did like to give people what they needed. He couldn’t wait to see the sculpture and the artist again.

He headed out, focused on returning to the scene of no crime. To the home of the man with the dragon in his side yard. It seemed like kismet, really. Stopping on the way, he picked up a couple of pizzas, making half of one vegetarian, just in case, and the rest all meat all the time, because he was a meatatarian.

The dragon on the lawn was in the same state as it had been earlier, which was cool—now Jake had an excuse to come back if it turned out that one round wasn’t enough with the delectable Shae. He rang the bell, still looking at the lines of the big metal beast, admiring the handiwork.

“In the back!” Warm, dark eyes met his from around the dragon, Shae’s smile more than a little come-hither. “Come on, man. I’m starting some steaks. You want one?”

Hot, Stacked and Sexy was in nothing but a pair of ancient, paper-thin jeans, and his undercut hair was loose, framing the bearded face. Shae turned and slunk—not walked, nothing that fluid and sexy could be anything so pedestrian as walking—toward the back deck. Glancing back casually, Shae licked his lips.

Fuck, but Jake’s urge to push the man to his knees and tug on that silver-shot hair, pull Shae’s head back and take that mouth, grew with every move Shae made.

“That trumps my pizzas any day.” Besides, cold pizza was totally its own food group.

“Mmm. There’s nothing wrong with a good pizza.” Shae turned, and there wasn’t an uninked section of torso and arms, the black and gray patterns fucking fascinating. Almost as good as the double-pierced nipples with their tiny rings and barbells.

Jake hummed happily. Maybe there was potential here for more than a quick roll in the hay, maybe his thought that he might need more than one night to get his fill had been bang on. Those pierced nipples spoke to him, whispered words like pain slut, which were two of his favorite words. The fact that Shae wanted to feed him spoke to him, too, said that Shae knew how to treat a Dom.

“We could save it for breakfast,” Jake suggested.

Shae nearly missed the last step, tripping up onto the deck. “We could discuss it over a beer. See if we’re compatible.”

Huh. He wasn’t wrong about the vibes he’d picked up earlier. What had a few hours of being alone and thinking sparked in Shae that he was wound up so tight now? Whatever was going on in Shae’s head, Jake had faith that he could turn it back around again. “Works for me.”

The backyard was even bigger than the side yard, and it was littered with art. Jake was eager to see it, but he wanted a beer and some close-up one-on-one time with Shae more. The art wasn’t going anywhere. Shae needed his focus.

“Beer?” Shae didn’t wait for him to answer, simply tossed him a microbrew. Good taste.

Jake opened the twist top and took a swig, the cold brew hitting his throat in the best way. “Nice.”

“Yep. How do you take your meat?” Shae said it casually, but looked at him through his lashes.

“That’s a leading question.” He lowered his voice to an intimate growl. “And I like it rare.”

“Rare it is.” There was a tear in those jeans, right under the curve of Shae’s ass cheek.

Jake itched to run his fingers along it, to feel the heat of Shae’s skin. Instead he took a seat, sprawling to accommodate his more-than-interested cock.

“How long you been a firefighter, man? You like it?” Shae asked.

“All my life, and I love it. Me and fire have always had an affinity.” The words made him grin—the biggest understatement ever.

Sean

smut fixes everything