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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Smutterday - Where Flows the Water

As promised, here's a smutty excerpt from Where Flows the Water.

The water flows to Quan, a mage in search of the most important thing a mage can find; his protector and life partner. Quan knows his mate is out there somewhere, even though he's beginning to despair ever finding that elusive person after all his years of needing.

Young tribesman Jael is Quan's other half, but he doesn't know it yet. Where Flows the Water explores the relationship between these two very different men as they meet and begin to build something lasting and necessary, aided by physical closeness that scorches with its intensity.

Jael resists Quan for as long as he can, wanting a normal life with a wife and children. He can only fight the winds so long, though, and eventually he comes to accept that Quan may just be his life, and his love. When the two finally get it right, they connect, and it's them against the world, which sometimes seems determined to tear them apart.

Set in a fantasy world as complex as it is interesting, Where Flows the Water showcases a place where magic is a part of the everyday world in hundreds of small ways, and where love knows few boundaries, if only the stubborn can see.

Check out this Sean Michael classic, set in the Windbrothers’ world.

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Smutty Excerpt:

"You dreamed of me when you were a boy!" Quan hugged Jael tightly. "The winds spoke to you in your dreams of me. I am honored, Jael."

"I... Yes. Yes, the winds told me, but I could not see." Jael met his eyes. "I am trying to be what you need, trying to understand and know what to do."

He cupped Jael's cheek, fingers stroking the tanned skin. "I know I am not what you were expecting or even wanted, but I am yours, Jael and I will make you happy if you give me a chance."

"You are my ki’ita. My One given by the winds. You have all the chances."

"Jael..." He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against Jael's. Jael gasped, stilled, but didn't back away, just watched him with stunned, sparkling eyes. He held the green eyes as he moved his lips slowly against Jael's, the muscles of his belly jumping. Jael's palm pressed against his stomach, the other hand sliding over his jaw into his hair. He licked gently at Jael's lips, just the tip of his tongue teasing lightly.

"Oh..." Jael's lips parted, breath coming quick and light. He could taste sweetgrass and fresh water on his hunter's lips, the warm breath carrying the scent of the forest on it.

He pressed a little harder, lips clinging to Jael's now. Jael shuddered, pressing close and pulling back in nervous waves. He put his hand over Jael's on his stomach, pressing. "You take away my pain, Jael," he whispered against soft lips. He brought his other hand to their lips, touching his own as well as Jael's. "You make me feel so good."

"No pain, ki’ita." Jael brushed his lips against Quan's fingers. "No pain."

He looked into the green eyes. "It's more than that though, Jael. More than just no pain. Your touch..." made him hard, but would saying that frighten his skittish ki’ita?

"My touch?" Jael's hand moved gently over his stomach, massaging and arousing.

"Makes me ache for more, makes me want you. We could bring each other such pleasure, my ki’ita." 

He brought their lips together again, pressing and licking. Jael gasped again, lips parting, kiss deepening ever so slightly. Oh. Oh, his ki’ita, his hunter, Jael was kissing him back. Tears began to fall, his emotions overwhelming him. He licked the insides of Jael's lips, opened his own mouth a little more. 

Jael's fingers brushed his tears from his cheeks, soft lips leaving his to whisper, "Quan? Are you... Do you ache?"

He licked Jael's fingers, tasting the salt of his tears. "A good ache, Jael. You make me feel so good, it is almost too much."

"Should I stop?" Jael moaned, eyes focused and shining with the flame. "I will stop."

"Oh, no, Jael. Please don't stop. I said almost. Almost." He closed their lips together again, tongue dancing its way inside Jael's mouth, searching for its mate. Jael groaned, pushing into the kiss with a tentative need, tongue sliding against him own, clumsy and so sweet. His breath caught, his hand pushing Jael's tight against his belly as his hips jerked. Oh, he wanted this man. So badly. With a hunger he had never before tasted. He opened his mouth wider, teased and encouraged, trying to coax Jael's tongue into his own mouth.

Jael groaned, tongue sliding on his lips. "Ki’ita. I never... Oh, Quan."

Then Jael's tongue dipped inside his lips to taste. He was shaking like a virgin, pleasure moving through him in wave after wave. Nothing had ever made him feel like this, not even the water. Hands slid over his skin, slow and warm, trembling. The kiss deepened, Jael whimpering, gasping, body pushing close, a thick heat pushing against his thigh. He shifted, bringing their shafts together, gasping and grabbing onto Jael's shoulders and they rubbed together.

"Oh! Quan! I... I don't... I..." Jael's hands cupped his face, eyes wide as their mouths met again, tongues sliding together, wet and hot. He let one hand slide down along Jael's chest, taking their cocks in his hand and stroking them together as he moaned.  Jael jerked, pushing them over into the furs with a harsh cry. "Quan! Oh!"

Then his hunter came for him, heat splashing against his hand and belly. It was enough to send him cresting on his own wave and he cried out his hunter's name as he came. The pleasure moved along his spine, making lights sparkle behind his eyes. He could hear the cave and the water singing to one another, could feel it inside and in the way he and Jael were singing to each other now.

Jael gasped, holding him tight, shudders rocking the long body. Each sweet shudder brought out a matching one from him, as if Jael's pleasure were his own.

"I... Quan..." Jael sounded stunned, sated and just a little scared.

He reached up to bring Jael's mouth to his again, keeping the kiss soft and easy. "Oh, Jael... that was more beautiful than anything I have ever known."


Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Book Day Wednesday

Where Flows the Water is set in the Windbrothers' world. This one takes place many moons earlier than the Windbrothers: Desert novel. It's the story of two men who are destined to be together, but they have a few bumps on the way.  Quan and Jael were so much fun to write. Quan is one of my first 'grumpy' characters. Oh, and I love the new cover!

There's a work-safe excerpt on this post. There will be a smutty excerpt on Saturday!

The water flows to Quan, a mage in search of the most important thing a mage can find; his protector and life partner. Quan knows his mate is out there somewhere, even though he's beginning to despair ever finding that elusive person after all his years of needing.

Young tribesman Jael is Quan's other half, but he doesn't know it yet. Where Flows the Water explores the relationship between these two very different men as they meet and begin to build something lasting and necessary, aided by physical closeness that scorches with its intensity.

Jael resists Quan for as long as he can, wanting a normal life with a wife and children. He can only fight the winds so long, though, and eventually he comes to accept that Quan may just be his life, and his love. When the two finally get it right, they connect, and it's them against the world, which sometimes seems determined to tear them apart.

Set in a fantasy world as complex as it is interesting, Where Flows the Water showcases a place where magic is a part of the everyday world in hundreds of small ways, and where love knows few boundaries, if only the stubborn can see.

Check out this Sean Michael classic, set in the Windbrothers’ world.

buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon

Excerpt:

Jael heard the scream only a heartbeat before he heard the infuriated roar of the bear. Sernes whinnied and stamped and then they were off, moving through the forest at a breakneck speed, wind and sound and excitement plummeting him forward.

His throwing knives were in his hand, rahat readied at his side. The huge brown animal had someone treed -- Jael didn't have the time or inclination to be curious as to who yet, as he wheeled Sernes around to aim the first volley of knives. The first knife sliced through the thick fur, but was easily brushed away. The second and third found their marks, burying deep into the thick, ropy muscle of the bear's shoulder. The fourth knife was slapped from the air by a huge paw, the beast turning and roaring furiously. Sernes bucked, screaming shrilly into the air, the smell and vicinity of the bear more than her training could take. Jael managed to throw one more knife as he leapt from her back and began swinging his rahat on a strong, thin mara-silk rope, looking for a wounding blow that would keep him out of range of those claws and teeth. Time slowed, became thick and heavy like good honey on a winter morning. It was always like this, on a good hunt, during the battle -- thick and slow and his heart beat so steady and strong and he could see everything and...

There!

The bear shifted, one arm moving to strike and he let the blades fly, crowing as they sank deep, piercing organ and flesh and bone. With a tug, the blades came free, blood pouring from the bear, weakening it in steady pulses. Jael circled, keeping the dying animal's attention, watching for the killing blow. He disliked when they suffered and prided himself on a clean, quick kill. It was his fondest wish that his prey appeared, surprised and still running, in the green fields of the Land of Summer, still believing themselves in their native woods.

It took only two more blows before the bear fell to the ground, its spirit slipping from its meat and pelt. Jael leaned down and slit the throat before the heart stilled, repeating the motion on the thick pad of flesh below his thumb. He watched as both fluids fell and fed the earth, one dead and one living. As it should be.

As he became aware of his surroundings once more, he realized the screaming hadn't stopped. The man, for it appeared to indeed be a man, who had been treed, was still quite a ways up, crying and screeching and begging for the moon to save him. Jael tilted his head. "You! Up there! It's dead. You can stop now. You hurt?"

Whoever the man was, he wasn't from here -- not with that accent and those clothes. Maybe from the big water or perhaps the tribes by the white mountains. "Dead? Hurt? Yes! Yes, I'm hurt. For the love of the moon, get me down!"

"Where are you hurt?" Jael slipped the rahat into its customary place, climbing easily up the takava. He loved these trees, they smelled like the candies from the Feast days -- minty and spicy and warm.

"Where?" The man was still half-shrieking, half-yelling, panic clear in his voice. "What does it matter where? I am bleeding to death and we are discussing wound placement."

"In my experience, people lose their voices long before they lose their last drop of blood. You must be safe."

"I'm hanging perilously from a tree. I am most assuredly not safe!" The panic in the man's voice had faded somewhat, replaced by indignation.

"Perilously?" Jael frowned and shrugged, holding one hand up towards the man. He didn't look like he was bleeding to death, but he definitely looked unhappy. "Well, come on then. If you don't like being up here, let's go down."

Blue eyes that were almost green, unlike any he'd ever seen before, stared down at him: first at his hand and then the ground and then into his face. "On second thought, maybe I'll just stay where I am."

"Stay? But you said..." Jael blinked and frowned. Maybe the odd man really was wounded. He reached out again, more insistent. "Come now. Falling out of the tree would hurt."

"Yes, I'm sure it would." The man wrapped his arms more firmly around the trunk. "That's why I'll stay right where I am. As long as I keep talking I won't bleed to death, right? That is what you said."

"I did not. I said you couldn't talk if..." He sighed and whistled for Sernes, sliding back down the trunk with a mental shrug. He'd give the man a moment; perhaps he was frightening. He didn't think he was particularly threatening, but he had just killed a bear alone. Oh, Naki would have to be impressed by this. Have to. He pulled his blade as his feet hit the ground, heading for his kill. "You want some of the meat? You did find it, after all."

"Wait! Where are you going? You can't just leave me here!"

Sean
smut fixes everything


Top Ten Tuesday - On Wednesday

Top Ten Ice Cream Flavours

10. Heavenly Hash - that's right, the closest thing to chocolate is in 10th spot. I am not a big chocolate ice cream fan.
9. Maple Walnut
8. Cookies and Cream - it's like an oreo cookie and ice cream had a baby.
7. Butterscotch Ripple
6. Strawberry - but only if the strawberry tastes real.
5. Orange Sherbert - light and orange-y.
4. Pralines and Cream - I do like the salty and sweet combo of this one
3. Vanilla - I know, plain and simple, but I love it and you can dress it up if you want or just eat it as is.
2. Lime sorbet - I especially like the one that Farm Boy used to do.
1. Butter Pecan - it's getting harder to find, but it's my all-time favorite.

I think it might be time to go get some ice cream...

Sean
smut fixes everything

Movie Monday - on a Wednesday

It's been one of those weeks, so I'm very behind, but I still wanted to do Movie Monday because I actually went to the theatre and saw a movie!

Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol 2

I very much enjoy it. It was action-filled, it was funny. It was a fun way to spend a couple of hours.

I will say that I agree with the person who told me that it was just one gag after another, mixed in with action - that there wasn't much more to it than that. And I totally understand that comment. Much of the humor felt forced and it did feel a bit like it was a parody of the first one. They had all the elements there, I think the writing (and possibly directing) let them down a little this time around. They relied an awful lot on stereotypes, too.

I'm not saying it was a bad movie, because it wasn't, I totally enjoyed it. But it could have bee so much better than it was. And it was definitely not as good as the first one.

Baby Groot was adorable, though, and so was Chris Pratt. So there was plenty of eye candy ;)


Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Smutterday - Bus Stories

Bus Stories is a reprint, now out as a self-pub.

The image of two men spark six different scenarios in this Sean Michael classic.

Jonathon and Benny get on the bus separately, but are clearly together as Benny wears a tattoo on his neck that is the exact match for Jonathon’s scarring. What follows are six short stories that each explore a different tale of why they got on the bus and where they go from there.

Originally published in the Bus Stories anthology and released as a stand-alone by a different publisher.

Buy links:
Amazon
Evil Plot Bunny


Smutty Excerpt:

He went and crouched down in front of J, watching from up close. He loved how all those muscles worked together.

J grinned at him when he came up, kissing his chin. "Taste good."

Then J went back down.

Benny slid his hands over J's knees, waiting for him to come up again.

J's entire body rippled when he sat back up, tiny little nipples hard, entire body gleaming in the lamplight. Nobody was really expecting him to hold back now, were they? J knew, he just had to, that there was no way he was going to be able to resist touching.

Blue eyes -- blue enough that he'd thought they were contacts. Nobody but J had those eyes -- flashed at him, teasing.

 Benny grinned back and slid his hand along the tight, flexing muscles, loving the feel of them under his hand as J worked them: hard and hot and slick with J's sweat.

The next time J came up, one hand cupped Benny’s neck and pulled him into a hard, quick kiss that made his knees weak -- which was probably cool because he was kneeling, but still -- damn. Then J went back down again. Benny let his hand move up, flicking across one of those small nipples before going back down to the rippling stomach muscles.

Three more sit-ups, each one with a hard kiss, and then J collapsed backwards. Panting, arms up over his head, naked and sweaty and not quite hard -- fuck but his J was something else.

All those firm, thick muscles, the long body that just went on and on... J was everything Benny wasn't. He laid himself out on top of J, resting their lips together.

J's eyes were bright, fucking bright against the purple beach towel that he used to work out on. His tongue crept out, stroked against the corner of Benny's mouth.

Benny smiled. J had forgiven him enough for this. It was gonna be okay. He moved his lips against J's, the stud in his lip rubbing between them. J didn't deepen it, didn't move really -- just sort of came down from whatever adrenaline high he was on as they shared breath.

Benny loved this, loved lying on his J-mattress. It was warm and hardbutsoft and it made him hard but it wasn't urgent, it was just good.

A half-dozen times J took a breath to talk, or he did, but they didn't. They just didn't. The music just kept playing, one loud, driving song after another.

Benny finally couldn't take the stillness anymore and wriggled, rubbing himself against J, wishing he'd taken his clothes off. But the lights were on and J was so hot and hard and he was just... scrawny and pale.

"Lose the shirt, Benny."

"Yeah, okay." He got up and went and turned the light off and then shimmied out of his clothes, kicking away his shoes and letting everything else just drop on the floor where he was standing. Then he was back on top of J, groaning happily as all that hot skin pressed against him.

"You worried the neighbors are gonna see you still?" One of J's hands still down his back, cupped his ass. He half shrugged, most of his attention on the sensation of J's skin against his own, the large, hot hand on his ass. J's fingers were tickling, running along the crease where his butt cheek met his leg. "Love this spot. Feels good."

Benny pushed back against J's fingers, trying to make the touch harder. The motions rubbed his cock along J's stomach and he groaned. Shit, J felt so good. J chuckled, kept up the light, easy touches. Benny could feel J's cock -- hotter than the rest of him, even -- nudging against his thigh, sort of poking and just making its presence known.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Golden

Golden is currently available for pre-order. It'll be available for download on Wednesday May 24. Today I've got a smutty excerpt from it for you.

After winning Olympic gold four years ago, Justin retired from swimming, and he’s been floundering ever since. The Fourth of July finds him contemplating doing something stupid, so Justin calls up his former coach, Chris Jarvis. To his surprise, Coach answers.

When Justin retired, Chris cut all ties with the swimmer he’d fallen in love with. He never wanted Justin to love him just because it was easy. But he’s been waiting for Justin to reach out, and he’ll gladly take Justin back into his life.

When he finds out Justin is drowning in a pool of self-doubt and the belief that his happy years are behind him, Chris realizes he made a mistake letting go so suddenly, and that Justin needs structure and a firm, dominant hand to keep him on the right track. It’s time to remedy his error—as long as he can convince Justin that it’s really love.

Buy links
Dreamspinner Press
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo


Smutty Excerpt:

Coach tilted his head and stole his breath with another kiss. The man had to stop this. Really. Later.
Justin’s cock was achingly hard, and the kisses were perfect.

The kiss went deeper, Coach bending him back over one strong arm. He held on, the room swimming behind him. The kiss went on and on, totally stealing his breath. His body was aching; he was so hard his prick hurt. Coach’s hand slid from his neck on down, all the way down to his waistband.

Please. Fuck, please. He just needed to come.

Then Coach’s hand drifted down the rest of the way, cupping and squeezing him through his jeans. He bucked up, humping hard. His body had wanted this for so long. Groaning, Coach shoved him up against the wall, free hand working on his belt, his button.

“Want.” He growled the word against Coach’s lips. “Please.”

“Come on.” Coach clasped his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom.

Justin nodded, following along fast enough that they were almost running.

“Naked,” growled Coach, pulling off his own T-shirt and then working on his jeans.

“Uh-huh.” Justin stepped out of his shorts, shrugged off his button-up.

Once he was naked, his hard prick pointed right at Coach’s cock, which was pointing right back. Coach took his arms and tugged him close, bringing their mouths together again. Justin reached down, wrapped his fingers around their cocks, and started jerking them off.

“This time,” muttered Coach. “But then we do it right.”

“Uh-huh.” Whatever. He needed.

Coach kissed him again, wrapping one hand around his, speeding his movements. They jacked fast and hard, driving together like they’d done this forever. Their kisses made everything better, hotter. Justin’s balls drew up, and he went up on tiptoe, so close.

“Come for me, Just. Right now.”

“Right….” Heat poured from Justin, and he groaned, moaning his coach’s name.

“Fuck, yes, Just.” Coach bucked, cock pushing through their hands, and more slick sprayed, coating their fingers.

Oh. Oh, better.

Coach moaned softly, rubbed their noses together. “God, I’ve wanted to do that forever.”

Justin took a deep breath, trying to find his feet. The smell of them together filled his nose as he breathed, and then Coach rubbed a hand on his belly, marking him with their combined come. Justin’s muscles rippled and rolled, and he couldn’t help his groan.

“The things I want to do to you, Just. I want to turn you inside out and make you mine.”

“Don’t tease.” He’d wanted to be Coach’s long before now.

“I’m not teasing, Just. I mean it.”

“I’m not…. What are we doing here?”

“We’re giving in to the feelings we suppressed for a lot of years. We have something here between us.” Coach tugged Justin down onto the mattress as he spoke.

Coach’s bed was soft, warm—not as warm as Coach, though. His body was like a flame. Those amazing lips landed on Justin’s again, this kiss long and slow but no less intense. Coach’s hands were on Justin’s head, on his ass, drawing him close so they were touching everywhere.

Justin had always liked Coach’s hands, but they’d never touched him like this before. It was kind of stunning. It was dizzying. Crazy-making. Perfect.

One hand slipped between them, Coach going for his nipples, touching lightly and then harder. The sting made Justin gasp, made him grab Coach’s hand. Coach chuckled and did it again.

“Stings.” Justin groaned the word against Coach’s lips.

“Makes your cock twitch.” Coach twisted his nipple this time.

“S-so?” He arched, rubbed.

“So you like it. And I’m going to keep doing it.” Coach proved that by twisting the other one.

“No way.” He grunted, tried to push Coach over.

Coach pushed him over, rolled on top of him and straddled him, held both his arms together on his belly in one hand. “Are you always this pushy in bed?” Coach asked.

“I don’t usually fuck in a bed.” Justin was more the quick-hand-job-in-the-showers guy.

“You will now. Bed’s the best place for it. Though there’s something to be said for testing out the rest of the furniture in the house.”

God, Coach was strong. “I….”

Coach leaned in and kissed him again, long and slow and almost devastating. By the time Coach’s lips left his, he was spinning. Dazed. Needy.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Random Friday


  • After two days of mid-summer weather I am so happy to have a much more temperate day today. The high today is lower than the low from the last two days. I'm jealous of those folks who got snowstorms, though!
  • The weather looks good for tomorrow's plan to go see the tulips - there will probably be lots of pictures on instagram... I just love the tulip festival. I love how all these different and beautiful flowers are tulips.
  • I've been craving something lately, only I don't know what. I just can almost taste it in my mouth and I'll wander through the fridge and the cupboards in the kitchen and just not be able to come up with what! Very annoying.
  • I made meatloaf last night and tonight I'm having meatloaf sandwich for supper. Yum.
  • Got my ticket for Guardians of the Galaxy 2 in 3D at the IMAX on Sunday. I figure if nothing else there will be baby groot and Chris Pratt to look at ;)
  • The todo list is still large, but I did get some stuff on it done, so that's a good thing.
  • I'm looking forward to working and also relaxing.
  • Have a great weekend all!
Sean
smut fixes everything