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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Top Ten Tuesday

As it's Thanksgiving in the US on Thursday, I thought I'd make today's Top Ten list all about the big meal with my favourite thanksgiving offerings.



Top Ten Favourite Thanksginging Foods

10. Layer salad - though I pick out the olives and tomatoes
9. Mashed potatoes - with gravy - don't forget the gravy because they aren't the same without
8. Cranberry bread - the best Thanksgiving breakfast ever
7. Cheese ball - with Nuthins crackers, please
6. Pumpkin pie - homemade, please, and always with whip cream.
5. Brussel Sprouts - preferably fried with bacon.
4. Rolls - and BA makes an amazing GF roll for Thanksgiving.
3. Pecan pie - anyone who knows me would not be suprised that there's lots of dessert on this list.
2. Cranberry Salad - I make this for every holiday meal after first having it at BA's one Thanksgiving.
1. Deviled eggs. I like these sooo much. I don't know why I don't make them for myself more often, but rarely do I eat them outside of Thanksgiving.

Yes, that's right - there's no turkey on my top ten list. I'm not actually that fond of turkey, though I do like turkey sandwiches the day after Thanksgiving.

So what's your favorite Thanksgiving foods?

Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Sneak Peek Sunday

New Undground book coming soon!



Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, November 6, 2017

Movie Monday

Yesterday I went to see Thor: Ragnarok!

I don't usually see movies their first weekend out, but with the 3D IMAX or Ultra AVX theaters you reserve your seating, so you don't have to worry about showing up super early to buy a ticket and then line up so you get a good seat. And I bought the tickets the night before. So I was sitting near the back in the middle of the row, which is my preference.

Some movies just benefit from 3D and I think this was one of them.

Spoilers will follow, so please stop reading if you don't want them.

So I loved the movie! Out of the Marvel movies, Thor has always been my favorite and this one is my favorite of those.

The movie is slick, the CGI is wonderful and seamless. I totally forgot that the Hulk was not a real person acting next to everyone else!

I don't read reviews or watch the previews on movies that I know I want to go watch, so I had no idea that hulk is not only in this one, but he has a major role. He was great, as was Banner.

I loved the cameo by Dr. Strange. I loved how it kept him in the universe and showed how adept he has become with his powers and that he's doing his job as guardian of earth.

I loved the Thor and Loki parts. They play so well off each other. And I do love that Loki is unabashedly out for himself. If his agenda meets Thor's, then he's more than happy to help, but only so far as it benefits him. I also love that Thor is beginning to understand that and work with it.

Valkyrie - yay!

The God of Death - yay! Kate Blanchette always plays the grand characters, doesn't she? A super kickass female. And while she was the villain in the piece she was merely being who she was made to be!

Loved the interactions between Thor and Hulk - all of them. And I loved the Valkyrie and hulk together.

Idris Elba - that man is yummy.

Speaking of yummy - omg the scene with Thor with his shit/armour off... It's simply unfair to men everywhere that he looks so damn good. And they stayed with it a good long while. Thank you to director Taika Waititi for that lingering, circulating around Thor shot.

The revolutionary rock dude who's revolution failed because he didn't print enough pamphlets! "We're escaping on this big ship here, would you care to join us?"

I just loved everything about it. Did I mention the music? The music was awesome. The opening was awesome.

I want to see it again.

Sean
smut fixes everything


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Halloweenpalooza - Day 11

A little Halloween snippet from Rock, Rig, and Dick, my Jarheads.

Dick tossed a couple boxes of mini-chocolate bars into the cart. Halloween wasn't for a few more weeks, but they were on sale and he figured if they bought them now, they wouldn't have to worry about it closer to the day. If you waited too long, all that was left were those horrible dark toffee candies that could pull your teeth out. Or the craptastic little lollipops that tasted like ass. He'd hated getting those kinds of candies as a kid and liked to hand out the good stuff now that he was on the other side of the door.

Without a word, Rig grabbed the chocolates and put them back on the shelf.

"What? Are we not handing out candy this year?"

Rig nodded. "Of course we are."

"Then what's with rejecting my choice?"

"I'm not rejecting your choice, Pretty. I'm rejecting your timing."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you buy these now, there won't be any left - Rock'll have them finished well before Halloween."

"We could just hide them," Dick noted.

"Nope. He goes looking for them. And he's always found them."

"We could get him some full size bars to keep him away from the Halloween ones," Dick suggested.

"Nope. He doesn't want those. He wants the little Halloween ones. You're going to have to wait to buy our stuff to hand out."

"What's stopping him from buying his own?"

Rig shrugged. "He doesn't. It seems he only likes them if someone else buys them."

"That's..." Dick laughed. "That's our Rock."

"You know it."


Three Day Passes was my first published book!

What happens when an ammunitions expert brings a baby green marine home for his own personal redneck? Sex. Lots and lots of sex. Three Day Passes explores the beginning of the relationship between Sergeant James “Rock” South, Private Richard “Dick” Main and Alex ''Rigger'' Roberts.

Rock and Rig have been together a while now, and while teaching he newbies how things work has been something they’ve done together before, there’s something special about this one. Rock, Rigger and Dick spend their time and energy on the important things -- good beer, good sex, good friends and the occasional game of Truth of Dare, while dealing with the mundane (and not so mundane) complications of living the military life as they discover that love has no boundaries in this Sean Michael Classic.

Available at Amazon.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Halloweenpalooza Contest Winners

Congrats to Katherine H., winner of the Day 3 contest - prize: chocolate!

And congrats to Gabrielle L and Jen CW, who won ebook copies of the first book in the Mannies series.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Halloweenpalooza - Day 10 - Top Ten Tuesday and Contest

While I don't watch a whole lot of horror movies - because they are scary and leave me feeling unsettled (if they are done right) - I do still watch them. I am more freaked out by the spooky, eerie and psychological boos than I am gory stuff.

Tell me about your favorite horror movie in the comments for a chance to win an ebook copy of any of my paranormal stories.

Without further ado, here are my top ten horror movies:

10 - Aliens - I saw this one because it was sci-fi, but the boo factor had me on edge!
9 - Misery - How can any writer not be freaked out by a book where a fan hobbles the writer and demands he write her more? 
8 - Signs - I admit, I like M Night Shayamalan movies
7 - The Evil Dead - I found this one amusing
6 - Shaun of the Dead - combining humour with horror is one way to get me to enjoy a horror movie and this one totally does that.
5 - I, Frankenstein - another modern retelling of an old story that I really enjoyed
4 - Dracula Untold - I really liked this retelling of the Dracula story
3 - The Sixth Sense - I still remember how cool it was once I figured out the twist
2 - The Omen - I even liked the TV show that came out last year based on a grown up Damien
1 - Seven - this one freaked me out so badly, I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go to the en suite bathroom on my own!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Halloweenpalooza - Day 9 - Movie Monday (on a Tuesday)

I thought pirates would fit the Halloween theme, and I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales over the weekend, so tada - Movie Monday, but on a Tuesday as I play Halloweenpalooza catch-up.

I loved the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. A lot. A whole lot. Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow is brilliant in that movie. And a young Orlando Bloom, a kick-ass Kiera Knightly - it was a whole lot of fun.

I was disappointed in the second one, liked the third one better, and was also less happy with the fourth. I was actually surprised that they made a fifth one. I did like this one better than 2 and 4. So, unlike the original Star Wars movies where the even numbered movies are far better, with Pirates it seems that the odd numbered movies are where it's at.

I have to say that with this last one, the special effects regarding the ghost ship and ghost pirates were amazing. The way you could see right through them to what was beyond was very cool.

And I hadn't read much about this one, so I didn't know that Orlando Bloom was back, so that was a great surprise.

It did make me want to go back and watch the first one again, so I'm going to have to go do that soon. And it did make me want to write another pirate story. Arrr.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Halloweenpalooza - Day 8 - Sneak Peek

As the 8th fell on a Sunday, I figured I'd do a sneak peek post, even if it's not longer Sunday!  Look for a smutty excerpt for this one on Saturday!

The Supers is currently on pre-order, and it comes out for download on October 15. I enjoyed writing  this ghost story a lot!

The Supers

Hunting ghosts and finding more than they bargained for.

Blaine Franks is a member of the paranormal research group the Supernatural Explorers. When the group loses their techie to a cross-country move, newly graduated Flynn Huntington gets the job. Flynn fits in with the guys right off the bat, but when it comes to him and Blaine, it’s more than just getting along.

Things heat up between Blaine and Flynn as they explore their first haunted building together, an abandoned hospital. Their relationship isn’t all that progresses, though, and soon it seems that an odd bite on Blaine’s neck has become much more.

Hitchhiking ghosts, a tragic love story forgotten by time, and the mystery of room 204 round out a romance where the things that go bump in the night are real.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner Press
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo


Excerpt:

“Okay, Mrs. Michaels. I have two pounds of tomatoes, a bunch of spinach, and some okra. You want anything else?” The heat was hanging on today, the sun beating down on the makeshift building that was the official King and Franks Farm Stand, named after his mom and dad’s families.

“No, Blaine, honey. That’s it. How’s your mom?”

“Good. Good. The chemo is done, and she’s recovering. She’s a stud.” And Dad was Dad—working his ass off on the organic farm that kept them in quarters. One day Blaine would go back to college, get a job that helped out, but for now they needed him here, working the stand, hawking veggies.

It was a good life, really. He hated being cooped up, hated being trapped under fluorescent lights, and the idea of a cubicle made him gag.

And this way he got to work with the Supers on the side. Well, at night really, as that’s when they tended to do their thing. They hadn’t had a gig in a few weeks, but then they hadn’t had anyone doing tech work since Jill left. She’d moved from Port Hope to BC with her girlfriend.

Jason had found someone new, though, had promised to bring him by today to meet Blaine.

His folks teased him about being a spirit chaser, but they indulged him. Hell, he was a grown-up; they didn’t have the right to tell him no, but still….

The guys were important to him. They believed him—mostly.

He hoped the new guy wasn’t too much of a skeptic. It was hard to find tech guys who believed that ghosts might be real. They’d discovered when they’d first banded together that most tech guys were there to prove that ghosts didn’t exist.

The huge van pulled up, Supernatural Explorers written on the side of it. The thing fit all their equipment, six people—though there were usually just four—and in a pinch a couple of them could sleep in there too.

Jason, who ran the group and got them gigs and stuff; Darnell, their cameraman; and Will, their, well, roadie for want of a better word, all spilled out, with another guy in tow. He had to be the new guy, and he was handsome. He didn’t look much like a scientist. More like a football player. Tall, broad-chested, with dark curls that spilled around his face in an unruly manner, the guy was quite handsome.

Blaine knew what he looked like—a dishwater-blond hippie with dirt under his fingernails and torn-up clothes. He was a child of the earth, after all.

Jason was skinny as a rail, had an acne-ridden face, and wore glasses. Darnell was a stud, milk-chocolate skin accompanied by the most amazing dreads, while Will looked like a biker and had the muscles to move any equipment they brought with them. They were a scruffy crew who didn’t quite look like they belonged together, but they were ghost hunters—they weren’t exactly hired for their matching attire, and not a one of them was interested in wearing a uniform.

Jason gave Blaine a wide grin and waved at the new guy. “This is Flynn Huntington, potential com tech. Flynn, this is Blaine, the guy who has the final say on whether or not you’ve got the job.”
Flynn held out his hand and gave him a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you. So you’re the leader of this motley crew?”

“Me?” He’d never led the guys anywhere but into trouble. “I’m not the leader. I’m just the flashlight guy.”

Blaine was the one who tended to see something if there was something to see. He heard them—the ghosts—talking to him, but it wasn’t clear. It was like a constant, crazy murmuring.

“Like I said, he who leads.” Flynn winked, and when he reached out and shook Blaine’s hand, a flash of something sparked between them. Flynn must have felt it too. His eyes widened, his mouth opening on a soft gasp.

A rush of heat and pleasure and a jolt of something dangerous, and this had never happened to Blaine, ever, so it couldn’t be real. Had to be the heat.

It wasn’t until Flynn dropped his hand that Blaine realized he’d still been holding it. Flynn’s smile seemed warmer this time.

“We all grilled him and gave him the okay, but now it’s your turn,” Jason informed him, looking around. “I’ll man the stand if you want to take him to the side or something. I don’t mean to press you, but we’ve got a gig this weekend.”

“Just watch the cash, okay?”

Jason gave him a hurt look. “Dude, how many summers did I work here?”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” This was the first summer, though, where it felt a little like life and death. They needed every penny they could scrape together to pay the fucking hospital bills.

Flynn followed Blaine to a quiet corner, and Blaine was overly conscious that as tall as he was, Flynn was taller. Seriously, he hadn’t known they built scientists in extrastudly.

“So, why us? Why this? Tell me everything.” He grabbed a plum from a basket and tossed it over.

Flynn grabbed it easily and rubbed it against his shirt. “Thanks.” He took a bite, the juice running down from one corner of his mouth.

Blaine was struck with the urge to lick it away. He forced himself to look into Flynn’s eyes instead.

“I want to prove that ghosts exist, and you guys had an opening in my area of expertise just as I graduated. Kind of seems like fate.”

“What’s your area?” Blaine liked Flynn’s attitude already, though. He wasn’t going into it predisposed to disbelief. He wanted to prove ghosts existed, like Blaine.

“Electromagnetism, biology, and computers. I’ve written a few programs to crunch the data for temperature changes, etc. And they can totally be tweaked as needed. Plus… well, I guess you guys are the ones for whom this is a pro not a con, but I’ve experienced ghosts before.”

“Yeah? When?” That wasn’t particularly unique. Ghosts were everywhere, and people also got spooked by things that weren’t ghosts all the time.

“Most of my life, actually.” Flynn held his gaze for a long moment, and Blaine felt like the guy was testing him. He must have passed because Flynn continued. “My parents died when I was five. Car accident. Every now and then, when I really need her, my mother comes to me.”

“I’m sorry, man. Honestly.” Blaine knew the fear of losing his folks. He lived in terror of losing his mom, especially now.

Flynn shook his head. “It was a long time ago, and like I said, I still have my mother when I really need her.” This time his grin was self-deprecating. “Of course I learned early not to tell people about it. I’ve experienced other phenomena too, that I know were from beyond, so I want to prove it.”

Prove I’m not crazy.

Though unsaid, Blaine was pretty sure he could hear that in Flynn’s thoughts.


Sean
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Halloweenpalooza - Day 7

Today I'm sharing a smutty excerpt from A Private Hunger. This is a dragon story that I wrote a very long time ago. It's quite a bit darker than my usual, and quite a different take on the dragon methos. 

A Private Hunger

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon? 

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in. 

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon. 

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

Buy link:


Smutty excerpt:

“Very well. Matthew.” He moved forward on the window seat, getting closer as he leaned in for his kiss. Matt was relaxed, happy—Drakon could smell it on the pale skin, taste it upon those sweet, parted lips—eager for his mouth, for contact. He explored Matthew’s mouth again, and then enticed the boy’s tongue back into his own mouth.

“Oh...” The soft gasp tickled his lips, and then Matthew tasted him, motions bold and sure, kissing him as surely as he had kissed. He growled gently, hands sliding up the boy’s arms.

“Mmm...” Matthew shivered, scooting closer, tempted.

He slid his hands around to his Pet’s back, encouraging the boy to move closer still, the low growl vibrating his chest continually. He needed. Oh, how he needed.

“So sexy. D. God, that growl.” Matthew cuddled closer, thigh sliding against his.

He growled again. “For you, Matthew. For you.”

“God... I should let you sleep...” He could smell Matt’s arousal, Matt’s need.

“I am not tired.” He licked Matthew’s lips and rubbed his nose along one cheek, hands sliding along the naked spine.

“No, but you’re a temptation.” Those hands began to move, stroking and sliding over the silk of his robe.

He growled again, pleasure doubling at the touches. “Matthew...” It was a plea and a warning. He would not be able to hold back from taking what was his much longer.

“Should I stop?”

“Only if you do not wish to continue. I want you, Matthew. Very much.” He took one of Matthew’s hands and brought it to his shaft. “Very much.”

“Oh...” That hand started moving, sliding up and down, stroking him off. “I...I’m not  easy, D. I don’t have any rubbers on me or anything.”

A shudder moved through him, Matthew’s hand warm and so good. It made it hard to think, made it hard to answer. Rubbers... oh! It hadn’t even occurred to him.

“I shall send Wetthers out for some this morning,” he murmured, eyes on Matthew’s. “And I don’t think you’re a slut, Matthew.”

“No? Good. Thank you. You’re so hard, D, so hot.” Matthew kept touching, his hand firm, warm, sure.

“How could I not be—with you so close.” He growled again, hips beginning to move with Matthew’s motions.

“Flatterer.” Matthew watched his eyes, the look fascinated, hungry.

He shook his head. “No, Matthew—you make me ache for you.”

“You have fascinating eyes.”

He chuckled. Oh, what a delight, to have his Pet complimenting his eyes as the boy’s hand drove him slowly mad. “Thank you,” he managed, finding breath to give sound to the words.

“Mmm... just truth.” Matthew leaned forward and licked the corner of his mouth.

He moaned, turning his face, searching for a kiss. Matthew gave it to him, tongue pressing deep, hand working his shaft faster and faster. He growled, hands moving randomly over Matthew’s skin, all his attempts at seduction set aside in favor of the sensations going through him. His passion flared, drawn through him by soft hands, soft lips. He found Matthew’s waistband and slid his hand into the loose pajama bottoms, Matthew’s hot flesh jumping into his hand, bringing another growl from him.

“Oh! Oh, D...” Matt pushed closer, whimpering, kiss deepening. “God...” He drew the boy into his lap, hand tightening, pulling on the hard cock he held, pushing into Matthew’s touches. “D!” His Pet arched, shuddering hard. “Please!”

His free hand wrapped around Matthew’s neck, tilting the boy’s head just so as his kiss devoured his Pet’s mouth. Growls filled him, filled his Pet’s mouth, his hands and hips moving together.

Matthew whimpered, heat splashing over his hand, teaching him the scent of his Pet’s need. He let himself go, let that scent push him over. Pleasure spilled from him. Matt leaned forward, panting. “Oh... Oh, God.”

He chuckled, the sound husky, sated. “No, Matthew, it’s Drakon. Or D.”

Matthew’s laughter tickled his throat, hot and happy. He purred, bringing his hand up to his mouth and tasting his Pet from his fingers. Oh, yes. This scent and flavor were forever imprinted on his brain now. He would be able to find Matthew anywhere.

“So sexy.” Matthew moaned, settling against him.

He growled quietly, pleased. His hands slid around his Pet, holding the boy close, safe within his arms. Matthew was his now. It was only a matter of time before his Pet realized it for himself.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Halloweenpalooza - Day 6

Today I'm highlighting a couple Halloween themed short stories.

Smoke is a strange little tale I originally wrote for an anthology called Monsters.

Smoke

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

Originally in the Monsters anthology.

Buy link:
Amazon


Home Again, Home Again is another strange little tale, this one for an anthology called Fresh Starts.

Home Again, Home Again

Several years ago Silas was stolen from his home and sold into slavery. Jonah has been searching for him ever since and believes he’s finally found his lover. For his part, Silas was mind-wiped by the slavers and knows only the mask, his bindings and work; he has no memory of his former life, or his lover.

Will Jonah be able to find Silas among all the other slaves and not only rescue him physically, but emotionally as well? Only time will tell.

Originally published in the Fresh Starts anthology.

Buy link:
Amazon


Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Halloweenpalooza - Day 5 - Smutterday post

I wrote a wonderfully kinky and fun demon story last year. It was a smuttapalooza!

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.

buy links:
Changeling Press
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
iBooks
Kobo


Smutty excerpt:

Kerr went up on tiptoe and offered Ceris an impulsive kiss.

Ceris looked surprised, but pleased, and he grabbed the back of Kerr’s neck, keeping him in place as Ceris deepened the kiss. He opened wide, so eager for the attention. Still kissing him, Ceris picked him up and carried him to the side of his bed. He melted, his entire focus snapping to his master. Ceris laid him down on his mattress, following but not putting the entire weight down onto him Still, he could feel the strength and the heat of his Ceris against every part of him. He swore he could feel Harmony’s gaze on them, watching them. He arched up against all that strength, the wonderful muscles hard, the skin that covered them warm. He reached up, fingers wrapping around Ceris’ horns. The horn in the middle of Ceris’ body grew for him, hard and hot against his belly, and he arched against it, eager for its touch.

“Such a sweet slut of a demon.” Ceris bit at his earlobe, making it sting.

“Thank you, Master.” Yes. Yes, he felt like he was parched land getting rain.

Ceris rolled against him in a long, sweet movement, that cock riding his belly, his hips. “I will fill you, then plug you again so that you need all the night long.”

A soft whimper came from the cage, but he didn’t know if it was happy or sad or scared or turned on. It didn’t matter, though, because Kerr himself was happy, eager anticipation filling him at Ceris’ words.

“Yes, boy, I know how to use you properly, how to use your need.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you. Please.” He babbled because he had no choice.

“You beg so prettily. Are you taking note, little pet? Are you listening to how your Provider needs and wants whatever pleasures and pains his Master offers?”

Another whimper came from the cage, though this one might have been a “Yes, Sir.” If he held his head just right.

“His training is perfect, his need delicious, and his hunger huge.”

Every word Master Ceris said honored Kerr more deeply.

Master Ceris took his mouth in a kiss that burned him all the way to his toes, and one hand played with his horns, rubbing them roughly so need shot through his body like lightning. Then the kiss was gone, Master Ceris turning him over and arranging him on hands and knees, his thighs spread wide, his ass high in the air.

“I know your ass is ready for me, not only because of the plug, but because I told you it must be so as long as you live your days here in the harem.” Ceris patted his ass, before pulling out the plug that filled him with little fanfare. Then he felt the hot, blunt head of Ceris’ enormous cock at his hole, pushing insistently.

He bore back, eager and ready, hungry for the pressure. Ceris moved slowly, the thick cock seeming to take the longest time to spread his hole. Then all of a sudden, it was in and sinking all the way in until Ceris’ hips pressed against his ass.

Ceris reached underneath him and began to work his nipples, pinching and pulling them rhythmically, stretching them and twisting them. His body tightened, his ass working Ceris’ cock. Every time Ceris pinched or twisted, he squeezed, bearing down hard around the thick heat inside him.

“Hungry slut, you need beautifully. You hurt so well.”

Ceris’ words made him shiver, anticipation sitting heavily in his belly. Letting go of his nipples, Ceris slapped his cock and thrust in again at the same time. His prick bounced, swaying between his parted thighs. Ceris hummed and thrust and slapped again, the sensations going right through him. It felt so very good. Then the pressure to his nipples returned, driving him to arch his back, push into the touches.

“That’s it. You know you need it. You know you want it.” Ceris began slamming in, letting him have it.

“Yes, Master. Yes. I need.” He’d craved this glorious attention, this deep ache.

Ceris pushed in harder, banging up against his gland to light him on fire.

“Master!”

The next slam made his eyes cross, and he begged for more.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Halloweenpalooza - Day 4 - Smutterday post

I'm trying to catch up on the Halloweenpalooza and thought I'd combine the posts I'm missing with the fact that today is smutterday. So to kick things off, here is a smutty excerpt of 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.

buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon

Smutty excerpt:

The only thing better right now than rubbing off with Brin as they were would be to have that lovely mouth tight around his cock.

Please.

Dragon heard that single word, clear as day, and knew Brin wanted to be sucking him as much as Dragon wanted it.

Please.

Groaning, Dragon shifted Brin, putting him on the floor. “I want your mouth.” He said the words out loud, even though he knew Brin already knew exactly what he craved.

A soft moan filled the air, Brin kneeling between his spread thighs. He closed his legs a little to surround Brin with his heat and his scent. Then he watched, his cock twitching, eager to have Brin’s attention. Brin’s tongue traveled the length of his shaft, then Dragon felt the heat of Brin’s lips on his dickhead. He moaned, and it was all he could do not to slam into his boy’s mouth. He didn’t, though. He wanted Brin to own this.

Dragon could feel it, how Brin fantasized while he began to suck, revving himself up. He dove into Brin’s fantasies, making sure it wasn’t a faceless man with his boy, but himself. Their needs and Brin’s mouth twisted together, making his balls draw up and ache.

Brin moaned, the sound vibrating all around his cock. Dragon cried out, his hips bucking up and pushing deep into his boy’s mouth. Panting, he settled back on the couch and ran a hand through the rough silk of Brin’s hair.

“Sorry, sorry. So good.”

Brin wasn’t sorry, though. No. His boy was ramped up. Ready. The renewed suction encouraged his losing control, and he took the hint, wrapping his hand around Brin’s head and vigorously taking his boy’s mouth. He didn’t hold back, and he let Brin have it.

Brin was a born cockhound, sucking him frantically, desperately. Dragon kept humping up, filling that eager mouth with his thick prick. Brin’s hands dug into his ass, dragging him closer, demanding more, deeper, harder. He gave it to his boy, heels digging into the floor so he could really get traction. He felt the tip of his cock push into the back of Brin’s throat, and Brin swallowed, over and over.

“Brin. Fuck. Oh, yes.” Dragon was almost there, almost.

Brin nudged his sac and rolled it hard.

“Brin!” Dragon shouted and came, his spunk pouring down Brin’s throat.

Brin took and took, drinking him down with a happy moan.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Halloweenpalooza - Day 3 - Top Ten Tuesday Contest

Today I'm sharing my Top Ten Favorite Halloween Candies. I'm also holding a contest.

All you  need to do to enter the contest is tell me what your favorite Halloween candy is in the comments, and I'll randomly choose a winner on Saturday. The prize is 1 each of the four candy bars that nestle does up special for Halloween. Coffin Crisp, Scaries, Scareo an Kit Kat (which they don't have to change the name for) - pictured to the right. And I'll throw in some swag.

So without further ado here are my favorites (I love mini candies/chocolates!)

Top Ten Favourite Halloween Candies.

10. Candy Apples
9. mini bags of chips
8. mini bags of twizzlers
7. mini Mr. Big chocolate bars (I love the irony of a tiny Mr. Big!)
6. Pringles in the mini containers
5. Rockets (what they call smarties in the states)
4. Scareo and Scaries
3. Russel Stover's marshmallow pumpkins
2. Russel Stover's caramel pumpkins
1. Haribo mini packages of Happy Cola gummy cokes


Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, October 2, 2017

Halloweenpalooza - Day 2

I usually do Movie Mondays on Monday, but I thought as it's Halloweenpalooza I'd share a snippet from one of my WiPs that involves movie-watching.

So, I'm working on the next Mannies book (currently untitled) which I'm hoping to have out in December. This is from that - completely unedited.

“Should we do a scary movie?” Tenor asked. “I like a clever one, as long as I don’t have to watch it alone.”

“Sure, why not? You have any suggestions?” Daniel had written one or two scary scores.

“Are there any you’ve done the music for?” Looked like Tenor was on the same wavelength.

“A few. I did “Why?” and “Don’t Hide”.” They’d been a blast, to be honest.

“I haven’t seen either of those. Let’s see if Netflix has either of them.” Tenor settled on the love seat and got the TV turned on, working the remote like a pro.

“I’ll check on Brit and make sure the monitor is working.” He grabbed the receiver end of the little walkie talkie looking thing and turned it on before heading for Brit’s bedroom.

She was an angel, sleeping hard, her face at peace. He felt the surge of love for her he always felt when he saw her. Would he feel the same way with his own girls? He certainly hoped so.

He checked the monitor - the light was on. He whispered, “test, test, test,” near the monitor, then backed out and went to Tenor’s suite again.

“I totally heard you testing the monitor.”

“Excellent. Those are handy, aren’t they?”

“They rock. And for a lot longer than kids being babies. I found “Don’t Hide” on Netflix and it’s all cued up. You want some popcorn? I bought myself a little microwave and snack supplies.”

“Not yet, thank you. I’m still full from the noodles.”

“Yeah, you don’t eat a ton. I’m not going to have any then, because I may have to grab you out of fear and I don’t want to get greasy hand prints all over you - Ella would tease you forever.”

“She would. I’ll make sure to sit closer.” Was that flirty?

Tenor smiled and it was sweet, maybe a little flirty, too. “I’ll try not to grab you too hard.”

“I’m stronger than I look.”

“Then I won’t worry about it, I’ll just grab.” Tenor got the movie going and shifted slightly, their shoulders touching.

He was just sitting and enjoying Tenor, listening to the music, half watching the ghost story. About half-way through the movie, Tenor jumped about a foot in the air at a scary part, and reached for him with both hands, a soft gasp filling the air.

Tenor’s fingers dug into his arm for a moment, then Tenor let go and rubbed his skin. “Sorry. That one got me,” Tenor whispered.

“I have you. I have you.” He wrapped their fingers together.

“Gonna keep me safe?” Tenor settled a little closer and kept holding on.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Halloweenpalooza Day 1

Welcome to day 1 of Halloween Month! I'm not sure I'll make a post a day this month, but I will try.

The Dragon Soul series boys are discussing costumes.

Shae: I've got a lot of leather.

Bryan: I thought that kinky stuff wasn't 'a costume'

Shae: well, no, I guess not .I know, we could all go as dragons.

Greyson: isn't that a bit on point?

Shae: no, that would be if our guys went as dragons

Shae, Bryan and Greyson all laugh.

Jake: What's so funny.

Shae: What are you going to dress up as for Halloween?

Jake: d'uh a dragon.

Shae, Bryan and Greyson start laughing again.

Deke: What's so funny?

Bryan: What are you going to dress up as for Halloween?

Deke: Look at me - a dragon.

More laughing.

Luke: What's so funny?

Greyson: Let me guess - you're going to dress up as a dragon for Halloween.

Luke: that's a bit on point, isn't it?

Greyson: Well, then, what are you going to dress up as for Halloween?

Luke: A forest ranger.

All dissolve into laughter.





Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Smutterday - Bound by Thorns

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

Bound by Thorns

Park ranger Luke Beteferoce likes the quiet of the forest—a place he can be alone. The dragon shifter keeps himself busy maintaining his territory in the park…that is, until he meets ex-soldier Greyson Paulson. Suddenly, Luke finds himself thinking of all sorts of scenarios that involve Greyson. And with the kind of tension he's feeling, hot, sweaty, nonkinky sex is only the beginning. 

While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way. 

Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny. 

 Book three in the Dragon Soul series 

buy links:

Book 1 of the series is Branded by Flames.
Book 2 of the series is Seduced by the Tide.

Smutty Excerpt:

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

“This is a dream, isn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, September 25, 2017

Movie Monday

A while ago I went to see the Hitman's Bodyguard and enjoyed it very much. It didn't hurt that I went to see it in a VIP theatre, which means chushy seats that reclined and in seat food. I had yummy popcorn cauliflower. Who would have known that coating and deep frying cauliflower would taste so good? I do now!

So I was in a very good mood and comfy when watching the Hitman's Bodyguard and it was fun and funny and action packed. Ryan Reynolds was great as the straight man, so to speak, to Samuel L. Jackson's funny guy. Jackson was clearly having a blast chewing up the scenery and being over the top. He's a hitman with nothing to lose so for him there were no rules. Ryan Reynolds' character on the other hand, sweated every little detail because he was  hanging on by a thread. I'd totally recommend this one.

And I finally got to watch Wonder Woman yesterday. It was a great movie - definitely the best of the DC Comics movies, imho. It was so great to have a strong female lead. And one who believed in people and love and helping others. 

My favorite line in that was when the secretary was listing all the things she did and Diana tells her that where she comes from they call that slavery. *cackles* 

I appreciated the way they did backstory - made it interesting instead of a slow infodump that you can't wait until it's over. 

This one makes me look forward to Justice League.

I'm hoping to see the new Thor movie next!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Sneak Peek Sunday - Bound by Thorns

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

Bound by Thorns

Park ranger Luke Beteferoce likes the quiet of the forest—a place he can be alone. The dragon shifter keeps himself busy maintaining his territory in the park…that is, until he meets ex-soldier Greyson Paulson. Suddenly, Luke finds himself thinking of all sorts of scenarios that involve Greyson. And with the kind of tension he's feeling, hot, sweaty, nonkinky sex is only the beginning. 

While he's perfectly fine being left alone, Greyson finds he enjoys the company of the bossy yet tender park ranger. Soon, trying to fight the heat between them is a losing battle: he's ready to give in to the irresistible lust he feels for Luke. Greyson may not be ready to completely submit, but he still can't stop himself from following every command Luke whispers his way. 

Luke hasn't felt this kind of connection and satisfaction with anyone ever before, leading him to discover Greyson's marked as his mate. But with Greyson battling his own limitations and lack of experience, it's going to take Luke more than hours-long hot sex to convince Greyson to stay and accept his destiny. 

 Book three in the Dragon Soul series 

buy links:

Book 1 of the series is Branded by Flames.
Book 2 of the series is Seduced by the Tide.


Bound by Thorns Excerpt:

The snow was whiter out here. In the city it turned gray so quickly; here it just built up around the cabin and insulated the world, leaving him alone with his whiskey and his private war.

Greyson had never been anywhere this isolated. It wasn’t a matter of his nearest neighbor being a certain distance away—he had no nearest neighbor.

The whiskey burned all the way down and he winced. He needed to grab wood. He needed to make a tin of soup. He needed to do a lot of shit.

What he did was sit and watch the snow.

The leafless trees made interesting shadows and he watched them moving, changing with the wind. That one there looked like a dragon, big wings flapping across the landscape. Then the next looked like a missile, and he closed his eyes against the memory of fire licking against him, of the shrapnel biting into him. 

No. No. Eyes open. Focus. Snow. White. Cold. Implacable. The snow simply was.

Greyson took another swig of the whiskey and let it drown him that much more. Please, God, I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to dream.

A crunching noise made itself known, getting slowly louder, drawing near. 

He frowned and stood on shaky legs, looking out the window. No one was supposed to know he was here. No one was supposed to be here. No one.

A guy geared up for the winter appeared, some sort of insignia on his sleeve. He kept coming toward Greyson and he didn’t disappear. Not a hallucination, then.

“Great. Fuck.” He made sure the door was locked, closed the curtain. He wasn’t talking to anyone.

The knocks on the door sounded like shots, breaking the heavy silence.

“Go away. I don’t want any.”

“Park ranger. Open up.”

Goddammit, he didn’t want to see anyone. He imagined “park ranger” was as good as “police” out here in the extreme boonies, though, and not answering the door was going to be more trouble than not.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He opened the door. Christ, he hadn’t changed his clothes in two days. At least. 
“What can I do for you?”

“You can tell me who you are, what you’re doing here, and how long you’re staying.” The voice was all growl.

“I’m just a guy. I rented this cabin. And as long as I want to.” He could snap with the best of them.

The ranger crossed his arms. “This land is a part of the park, so you’re in my territory. You respect that. You respect the land.”

Greyson snapped to attention and saluted.

Piercing dark green eyes narrowed. “Are you sassing me?”

Sassing? Really? Did he look like a fucking twelve-year-old? He’d been a fucking sergeant for Christ’s sake. “I am. I rented this place. I’m not hurting anything.” And he’d asked for their most isolated cabin when he’d made the arrangements. He hadn’t wanted to be bothered. He’d paid for a month in advance and they had his credit card number to keep charging unless he told them otherwise. This was not in his plans.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Yup.” It took the edge off the constant ache in his thigh and made the daily muscle cramps and shooting pains more or less tolerable. Not that it was any of this asshole’s business.

“Out here all by yourself? You might want to reconsider. If you forget to put on winter clothes when you go out—or even if you do, but pass out in the snow—it’ll kill you. And then there will be paperwork. I don’t like paperwork.”

“Paperwork. God forbid. I’ll try not to freeze to death on your watch.” He’d bet dying like that wouldn’t hurt.

“See that you don’t. I’ll be back to make sure of it. You got enough fuel? Food? Water?” The words were concerned, the tone more exasperated.

“I think so, yeah. Thanks.” Did he? How the hell did he know? He’d never done this before. But he wasn’t about to tell Dudley Do-Right that.

“You think so?” Dudley snorted. “I’ll be back. Try not to die before then.”

The guy was huge, and, Greyson imagined, intimidating, if he was in a place to be intimidated. Either way, Greyson wasn’t fucking impressed.

“I’ll do my best. Have a fab day.” Asshat.

That earned him another snort. “Ditto.”

“Yeah.” He closed the door with a click, locked it, and stumbled to his chair.

The crunching of the ranger’s footsteps faded away, leaving him alone in the woods once again.
Alone with his nightmares. Alone with the snow.

It was all he needed.

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I help you?”

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

“What the fuck? I’m fine!” 


Sean
smut fixes everything


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Smutterday - Shifter Rescue 8: And One Makes Four

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

Shifter Rescue 8: And One Makes Four

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

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

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

Is there a way for three to become four?

Buy Links:
Changeling Press
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
iBooks
Kobo


smutty excerpt:


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

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

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

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

Did he care?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you seducing our mate?”


Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, September 22, 2017

Random Friday

...is not only random, but long overdue!

  • It's been a while since I last updated here. The weather suddenly turned hot again and my brain went back into hibernation mode. I just can't seem to get into any sort of rhythm or do more than panicky last-minute hitting deadlining on anything right now.  I need the weather to turn and I need it to do it soon!
  • Cleaning and cooking are also harder to do when it's hot like this - it's not just the work that gets left behind but everything. 
  • My living room fan has gone from quietly blowing air at me to sounding like a plane is going to be taking off any minute now, even on its lowest setting.
  • I'd like to go apple picking this year, but if the weather doesn't change soon, I'm going to miss the season entirely.
  • Haven't decided yet what I'm going to serve for Thanksgiving (it's in October up here in Canada). I guess what I serve will depend on how many people I wind up with.
  • I was thinking of not doing cookies at Christmas this year, or just doing a couple of kinds rather than the dozen or so varieties I usually do. However, I can already feel the desire to do it at the back of my head, so I likely will. I will need to find the magazines that I've used in the past with the recipes for a lot of them, though...
  • Finally saw Wonder Woman - it's a great movie and I'd say the best for DC Comics. Hopefully this bodes well for Justice League. I know if nothing else I'm looking forward to seeing Aquaman. I may be a bit of a Jason Momoa fan... from back in his Stargate: Atlantis days.
  • I'm looking forward to the new TV season - the return of certain shows and all the potential in the new shows is always fun.
  • Second Avenue Sweets on Second and Bank has the best lemon tarts and lemon squares. They are extremely lemony and tart, not like a lot of lemon desserts at most places, where there's a tiny bit of lemon flavor and a whole ton of sweet.
  • I'm very worried about BA - she's sick and the doctors have no idea what's going on and the insurance won't approve her going to the Mayo where they deal with the more extreme cases. Hell, if the current health 'plan' gets rammed through, she's not going to be covered at all in the new year. I just don't understand the lack of caring that lets people even contemplate a plan where over 30 million people will lose access to health care. I just don't understand that.
  • The other day they cut down the big maple that was just outside my backyard fence because it had a slight lean toward the house (it wasn't falling over, that's just how it grew to get sunlight). The backyard now looks very stark. It's awful. Not to mention I've lost all my shade and I have to pull the curtains during the afternoon because there's nothing shading the living room from the sunlight.
  • And it's so hot out there right now - the sun is crazy hot. Hell, you can even feel it first thing in the morning as it comes up. I walk the dog as the sun is coming up and it's decent out there. As soon as the sun crests the trees/houses/etc, you can feel how darn hot it's going to be later, just by how hot that sudden sun is. Blah.
  • Okay, this is getting whiny, so I'm going to say.... TGIF!!
Have a good weekend.
Sean
smut fixes everything

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Smutterday - Perfect 10

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt from Perfect 10.

Perfect 10

Despite a life-threatening injury sustained in a vaulting accident, top gymnast Christopher Allen is determined to get back to his former perfect condition and compete again. Brian Rainings is a coach in need of someone to believe in, and he takes Chris on, admiring the spirit and determination that drives Chris to succeed. And admiring the sturdy, muscled body Chris maintains.

Admiration soon leads to something much hotter as they train together. From their scorching first kiss, Brian and Chris’s chemistry is obvious, but they have a long road ahead to get Chris back into shape. Months of hard work lead to success, with Chris gaining strength every day and finally finding the elusive sponsor he needs for financial support. Secrets, hidden dangers, and family troubles plague them, though, and they have to face the fact that Chris might never compete again and score that perfect ten.

Second Edition. 

First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2006.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner Press
Amazon 
Barnes & Noble 
Kobo 


Smutty Excerpt:

Brian stepped forward suddenly, reached for Chris’s head, and crashed his mouth down on Chris’s.

Oh sweet fuck.

Chris opened right up, this kiss completely different from the one at the gym, hard and deep and needy. Brian’s groan filled his mouth, their teeth clicking together as the kiss went on and on, the need growing stronger.

The phone stopped ringing, but Chris barely noticed, lips swollen and hot, aching from the kisses. Brian’s hips pushed into him, pressing him against the counter, hard prick solid and hot.

Oh fuck. He wanted. Right now. Heat rushed through him, his cock throbbing, aching in his jeans. Brian’s fingers twisted in his hair, tugging his head back, the kiss deepening further. Their hips ground together, cocks rubbing through too many fucking layers.

Chris wrapped one leg around Brian, pulling them tighter together. Yeah. Yeah, he…. Oh. Oh fuck.

Brian sawed against him, and a strangled sound pushed into his mouth, the tang of blood sudden and strong as his lower lip caught on Brian’s teeth. His hips jerked, muscles going tight and his balls drawing up. Shit. Soon. Damn.

One of Brian’s hands slid away from his hair, pushed between them, Brian fumbling with his own zipper before suddenly grabbing at his arm. Brian stiffened, a shudder moving through him. “Chris! Fuck!”

“Uh. Uh-huh.” He could smell sex now, sex and need and hunger.

“Oh damn. Sorry. Long time. Sorry. God. Uh. Your turn,” muttered Brian, breathless, still shivering, shuddering. Brian started kneading the front of Chris’s pants, tongue fucking his mouth.

“Please….” Chris bucked, undulating into Brian’s touch, his eyes rolling.

Brian managed to get a hand into Chris’s jeans, wrap his fingers around Chris’s cock and hold it tight. 
With his free hand, Brian tugged Chris’s zipper the rest of the way down, giving him more room to move, to stroke Chris.

“Oh God. Good.” He fucked Brian’s hand furiously, letting himself go, letting himself move.

Brian pushed under Chris’s T-shirt, fingers finding a nipple, ratcheting everything up yet another notch. “Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you come.”

“Uh-huh.” Chris went up on his toes, balls going tight. Fuck. Fuck yes. Brian stared at him, and fuck, so good. Good enough that he shot, thighs shaking.

Brian whimpered softly, mouth meeting Chris’s in a kiss as gentle as the earlier ones had been demanding. The hard grip on Chris’s prick barely loosened, Brian still stroking slowly, tugging out one more shudder and then another.

“Oh. So good.” Chris blinked, head rolling on his shoulders. “So good.”

Brian leaned against him, pushing Chris’s ass against the counter as they caught their breath. “Yeah. Man. Wow.”

Chris’s phone suddenly started ringing 

Sean
smut fixes everything

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Random Update

So summer was hard like it always is and I kind of hibernate. Bake bread, make meals, curl up in front of the fan with the AC cranked high, We've finally had a turn in the weather about a week and a half ago and it's September, which while not fall until we're through two thirds of the month, still means a turn of season for me mentally. Or at least Labour Day does. The last summer long weekend.

So the todo list is currently scary as heck, but I'm tackling it, so hopefully I'll get caught up in... God knows. Soon, I hope. ;)

Someone who loves me was in the States for the long weekend and they know me well and bought me some Haribo Halloween candy. Haribo gummies of various kinds in Halloween sized packets. Including my very favourite Happy Cola. OMG. So happy. I love that I'm going to have those in the little packages. I know it's not environmentally friendly, but the little candy packages make me happy.

I love these and I love the mini Halloween bars from nestle where they change the names. The Scareos, Coffin Crisp, Kit Kats and Scaries instead of Aero, Coffee Crisp, Kit Kat and Smarties.

Can you tell I'm looking forward to Halloween? 'Cause I am.

I'm looking forward to the cooler weather just getting cooler and cooler. And I'm looking forward to the new TV season.

I've also got some great books coming out in the next few months. The Supers and Daddy Needs a  Date from Dreamspinner. The next Shifter Rescue from Changeling. And I've got the next book in the Underground series coming out - Protection Detail. A tale of two Doms. I think it's pretty hot and I'm looking forward to sharing it with you. It and the others, too.

Okay, back to it. Happy Humping Day to all.

Sean
smut fixes everything


Book Day Wednesday

Today is the re-release day for Perfect 10. I'd like to thank Dreamspinner Press for taking it on to reprint it and giving it such a wonderful cover! There's a non-smutty excerpt here - look for a smutty one on Saturday!

Perfect 10

Despite a life-threatening injury sustained in a vaulting accident, top gymnast Christopher Allen is determined to get back to his former perfect condition and compete again. Brian Rainings is a coach in need of someone to believe in, and he takes Chris on, admiring the spirit and determination that drives Chris to succeed. And admiring the sturdy, muscled body Chris maintains.

Admiration soon leads to something much hotter as they train together. From their scorching first kiss, Brian and Chris’s chemistry is obvious, but they have a long road ahead to get Chris back into shape. Months of hard work lead to success, with Chris gaining strength every day and finally finding the elusive sponsor he needs for financial support. Secrets, hidden dangers, and family troubles plague them, though, and they have to face the fact that Chris might never compete again and score that perfect ten.

Second Edition. 

First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2006.

Buy links:
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Excerpt:

Chapter One
 
Brian stopped in front of the diner and looked at the door for a moment.

It was one of those silver-bullet, old-style diners, the chrome dull with age, the windows shining clean and bright. Kind of a strange place for a job interview, but that’s essentially what this was.

He’d heard through the grapevine that Christopher Allen was trying to make a comeback after his vault accident, despite the fact that his coach and corporate sponsorship had bailed on him. He’d also heard it was a long shot, that the guy was lucky he wasn’t in a wheelchair, let alone even thinking about competing again. Scuttlebutt said Christopher was too old to start over, too injured, too past it.

And too stubborn to admit it.

Brian liked that in an athlete.

So he’d called and asked for a meeting. He hadn’t told Christopher he’d have to fly in just for this meeting. He’d kept it casual—let’s have lunch at that little place on the corner of Smith and Fifth.

This could change Brian’s whole life. Not that he didn’t like coaching the girls at the private school where he was working, but he missed men’s gymnastics, missed being involved, the feeling of the powder on his hands, the shaking in his muscles as he pushed himself past the point of his endurance….

His own glory days, such as they were, were over, but he had a chance to coach someone else into that sweet place where hard work and achievement met.

He had to convince Christopher Allen that he was the man for the job.

Brian took a breath and went in, the sounds of the street replaced by the sounds of people talking, china and silverware clinking, and the smell of grease filling his nose.

He scanned the booths, looking for Christopher.

It took him a second to find the guy, the signature blond hair dull and overgrown where it was bent over a menu, the square jaw hidden by a scrappy beard. The man had lost some weight, some form, but Brian could see the musculature still evident through the tight T-shirt.

Brian made his way over slowly, that feeling coming over him, the one that said this was a moment he wanted to remember, one he wanted to be sure to live in.

He stopped at Christopher’s booth and cleared his throat. “Christopher Allen? Hi, I’m Brian Rainings.”

“Hey there. Call me Chris.” Chris stood, unfolding himself from the booth, the motion a little awkward, a little stiff. “Nice to meet you. How’s it going?”

“Good, thanks. What about you? How’re you doing?”

“Doing good. Doing real good.” One square hand was offered over. “Have a seat, man.”

Brian shook Chris’s hand. Chris had a good grip, warm and firm, not overbearing. “Thanks. And thanks for agreeing to see me.”

Chris might have been on the injured list and abandoned by his people, but the buzz around him had been incredible before the accident, and Brian figured he couldn’t be the only one who wanted this job.

“Sure. You and I competed together once, a long time ago. Back when I was a junior and you were on top.”

“Yeah, I do remember. The buzz in the locker room was all about this blond kid who was going to smoke everyone in a few years.” The vinyl seats were surprisingly soft, like they’d been well taken care of.

“Yeah. Talk’s probably still the same, just for another kid.” It was a little unnerving looking at Chris. One eye was a bright blue, the other a deep, dark green.

“It always is. Everyone wants to discover the next big thing. Of course, I might be sitting right in front of him.” Brian grinned, knowing he was laying it on thick.

Chris chuckled, eyes dancing. “You do know I had back surgery, yeah?”

“Oh, you’re that Christopher Allen.” Brian winked and nodded. “Yeah, I know. I also know you’re looking to come back.”

“Looking to, yeah. I’ve been working on the trampoline, stretches, getting up to speed. I want to be ready.”

“Sounds good. You tried any of the equipment yet? The vault?”

“The rings. The bar. No landings yet.”

“How’s it feel?” He still worked out using some old routines himself—it was a hard thing to give up, pushing your body to its limits and beyond like that, feeling high and free.

“Stiff. I’m loving the tramp work. I can’t do much else—nowhere wants a guy without a coaching staff doing much training.”

He nodded. “Yeah, they don’t want the responsibility. So you still need a coach, then?”

“Yeah, Harry and Jeff moved on. They got Les Martin and both Evvie and Jean Parsons. Three for the price of one, you know?”

“Sounds like a good deal. For them. Kind of left you in the lurch, though, yeah?”

Man, that was a practiced shrug. “It’s a business. I’m not a sure thing.”

“Neither are they. What if there’s another accident? Harry and Jeff going to move on again?” Brian held up his hands. “Sorry, loyalty’s a dying art, you know?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know. You want a burger? Chili dog?”

“Chili dog. With fries. And I hope they’re greasy.” And a milkshake. Brian loved diner food. “What about you? Burger? Chili dog? Coach Rainings?”

Those eyes caught his, curious, questioning. “You haven’t even seen what I can do yet.”

“No, but I know what your heart is. You had every reason in the world to give up—between the surgery and losing all your support—but you didn’t. You’re still out there working, getting ready. I know I’m not a big-name coach, and I haven’t proved myself yet. I’m sure you’ve had a number of offers, but I promise you, I will meet you heart to heart, and I won’t let you down.”

Chris nodded, stopped as the waitress came up. “I want a cup of black coffee, two beef patties with cheese, and a salad.”

“Chili cheese dog, fries, and a chocolate milkshake, please.”

“Mmm. Chocolate.” Chris chuckled, winked. “Where do you like to work?”

“Well, frankly, I’d prefer somewhere small, quiet. You don’t need the pressure of a high-profile gymnasium with big names. There’ll be pressure enough without that.”

“Yeah. I’d prefer to fall on my ass in private the first few zillion times.”

“There’s a facility in Monterey. I know the guy who owns it. It’s a beautiful town, weather’s nice, and it’s off the beaten path as far as gymnastics goes, but it’s still close enough to a lot of the big meets.”

“Monterey? Like California? Man, I don’t have any sponsors. I can’t afford an apartment out there.”

“Well, all it takes is one. Have you made any calls?” Brian started sorting names through his mind. Mars used to sponsor him; he bet if he gave Bob Silmon a call, he could work something out—they were good people.

“No. No. I…. Well, I sort of hoped that Harry and Jeff would….” Christopher stopped, blushed. “No, not yet.”

The waitress came with their drinks, and Brian said, “Thank you,” waiting until she’d gone again before answering. “They aren’t going to, though, are they? But I’m here.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m not caught in the past, man. I’m not.”

“Well, I don’t know if anyone could blame you if you were, but in order to get past what happened, you are going to have to face forward, reach for that brass ring, and not live in I-used-to-be-somebody land, you know?” He leaned forward. “You also need to do this because you have to. If you’re not going to put two hundred percent into it, you’re not going to come back.”

Chris met his eyes, gaze still, steady. “If I give it five hundred percent, there’s a good chance I won’t come back, but that hasn’t stopped me yet.”

Jesus, Brian thought, there was some fury right there, under the surface.

“I’m glad you know that. And now you know that I know it. So it’s all out in the open. And I’m still here.” He took a sip of his drink, enjoying the cold on his tongue. He bet that anger alone would push Chris far. But it wouldn’t be enough on its own.

Chris finished one cup of coffee and motioned for another, offering the waitress a half smile of thanks. “So what do you get out of this? You looking for a springboard to the big leagues? Because I’ll be honest, I’ve just finished being that, and it sucked.”

“Well, I’ve got a job right now. Coaching gymnastics at a girls’ private school. The money is good. It’s steady work. And the girls are great—they really are. But it’s not…. Men’s gymnastics is where my heart is, but I don’t want to be some assistant coach for some big club or school. I want to work hands-on with someone.” He gave the waitress a smile of his own as their food came. “I want a challenge. I want to believe in someone.”

“I hear that.” Chris dug into his burger, slathering it with mustard and using lettuce leaves for the bun.

Brian grinned as he dug into his fries. That was one thing he didn’t miss about competing—the constant need to watch your carb intake, to chart body-mass indexes, watch every pound you added, making sure it was all muscle.

“I can tell you this, Chris. If you agree to let me coach you, you will always have someone in your corner. Someone who will push you when you can’t push yourself, who will believe in you. Someone who will be there for you no matter who or what else is around.”

Chris nodded, stared at the table. “I need to think about it. I have to finish this semester before I can do anything, before I can make plans.”

Brian nodded. “I’d heard you were back in school. How close are you to graduating?”

He hadn’t given up his day job. Hell, he wouldn’t be giving up his day job to train Chris, not to start with anyway. He had a few contacts in Monterey, knew there was a phys ed teaching position for him if this worked out. Until Chris had proved himself, sponsorship money was going to be damned tight.

“I’ll have my bachelor’s in May. Then I have to decide where to go from there. There are lots of options.” Chris had a reputation for being driven, for being stubborn and one-track minded. Brian could so see it.

Chris was going to need that, coming off an injury like his.

“If you’re going to come back, though, you don’t want to wait too long. Once you’re an old man like me, you’re washed up, injury or no injury.” Brian grinned wryly, recognizing the irony of being not quite yet thirty and over the hill.

“Shit. I’m trying. I’m fucking trying, but no one lets me on the equipment. I need somewhere to train, to take chances.”

“Well, why don’t you come out to Monterey for the summer? I have a teaching position and no other commitments until, possibly, September. That would give us a few months to work together, let you push it, see how you’re feeling.” There it was. He couldn’t lay it out there much plainer. Come and train.

There was a spark in Chris’s eyes, a sudden hunger. “I… is there a place I can stay? Rent a room?”

“Well, Monterey has this private school. Kind of a sister school to the one where I’m currently working. They run a summer program for the girls, and the job’s mine if I want it. I could use an assistant coach, someone who knows what they’re doing. Pay should cover room and board, and the equipment would be ours as soon as the girls clear out.” It wasn’t a big facility or unlimited time for training, but it was workable.

“That sounds like a damned sweet deal.” Chris drank another cup of coffee, starting to bounce a little.

“That’s because you’ve never worked with teen and preteen girls.” Brian winked but then grinned and finished his fries. “So should I tell my friend he’s got a coach and assistant coach?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I could…. I can do that. Hell, worse comes to worse, I can run on the beach.”

Brian nodded. “A change of scenery can be a great boost, but you’ll get time on the equipment. It’ll be part of our contract.” He’d make sure of that.

He kept his knees from bouncing by sheer force of will, eager for a definitive yes.

“Okay. Okay, I can do that. I graduate the twelfth.” Brian got a half grin, a bittersweet smile. “I can tell my folks I already got a job.”

“Oh, you’re good at putting a good spin on things. One of the first lessons, isn’t it?” Brian held out his hand. “Shall we shake on it? On new beginnings?”

Chris stared at him for a long, slow minute, then took his hand, shook it. “I don’t know whether to feel sorry for you or not.”

Brian shook his head. “I’m a big boy, Chris. I make my own decisions. And I’m not here for altruistic reasons. I’m here for me.” He held on to Chris’s hand a moment longer and then let go. “I’m lucky what I want and what you want are the same thing.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Do…. What all paperwork do you want? Doctor stuff? Therapy? I have it all in a box at my apartment.” Chris started eating again, chowing down.

“Yeah, that would be good. Would it be possible to take it with me today? I’m on a flight back home tonight, and it would be cheaper for me to take it than for you to ship it. I’d like to get a look at you too, if I can. See what you can do, where you’re at.” That was likely more important than anything papers could tell him.

“Sure. I can probably get a spot at the university gym. When’s your flight?”

“Not until nine forty, so we’ve got some time. I’m really looking forward to seeing your form.”

It would let him put together a game plan, get started on paper. Hell, it would tell him how far Chris had come since the injury and how much further he had to go.
Brian drained his drink and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Damn, there was nothing quite like greasy food. It had always been one of his downfalls.

“Cool. I’ll make some phone calls, see what Coach Farris can do. Excuse me.” Chris slid out of the booth, pulling out a cell phone as he walked away. Brian heard, “Steve? Hey, man, this is Chris. You got a minute?”

Brian pulled out his wallet and looked around for the waitress, signaling that they wanted the bill. Then he sat there, still not quite sure he believed it.

He’d made his pitch, and Chris had gone for it. He’d pinned his hopes on this trip, and it had worked out for him. He chuckled, the way he felt too big to hold in.

Chris wandered back, nodded a little, and dug out his wallet. “Steve says we can have the place in a half hour. We just need to meet him there.”

“Oh, that’s excellent! I’m glad they could be so accommodating.” Brian nodded toward Chris’s empty plate. “You going to be okay so soon after the heavy meal?”

“If not, we’ll find out.” Chris shrugged. “It isn’t like we have a ton of time.”

Brian laughed, nodding. “There is that. I really don’t want to re-see that meal, though.”

He gave the waitress his card. “Why don’t you leave the tip?” After all, he’d invited Chris out, and he imagined that with the injury and all his backers pulling out, things were tight.

“Yeah? Okay. Thanks. I’ll buy us something to drink for the gym. I’m always thirsty as hell after.” Chris put a five on the table, face showing a bit of animation.

Oh, the man was hooked on it; Brian could see it.

In fact, Chris’s enthusiasm was contagious, and when Brian got his card back and they headed out, there was a definite bounce in his step.

“If they aren’t letting you do much on the equipment, as you’re coachless, what have you been doing?”

“Studying. Working. I sold all my furniture and bought a weight set, and my GPA jumped to a 3.9.”
Chris led him out, straight toward a little old green Honda. His walk was a bit stiff, but not bad. Not impossible.

“What equipment was it you’ve been on again?”

It was one of the things he liked about teaching, getting to show the girls stuff, being able to use the equipment now and then.

Not that they had rings at his current job, but they did have a pommel horse. It wasn’t like he still had decent strength in his upper body anymore anyway. It was amazing how quickly that faded. “And have you been working on your upper body, keeping your strength up?”

“Rings. The bar. I haven’t hit a landing. No one wants me to try yet.” Chris opened the car door, slid in. “I do weight training five hours a day.”

Brian put on his seat belt. “Have your doctors prohibited you from landing?” If Chris couldn’t land, he couldn’t compete. It was as simple as that.

Chris’s strong hands clenched the steering wheel, the leather around it creaking. “I haven’t been cleared. I can’t land if I can’t train. I can’t train if I don’t get a coach. I can’t compete if I can’t land.”
Brian nodded. “Yeah, that’s pretty much the way of it. But we’re about to break that vicious circle, yeah? We did shake on it, right?”

“Yeah?” Those two-toned eyes looked over at him. “I…. Man, I thought you were about to tell me you’d changed your mind.”

“Oh! No, no. I’m sorry, didn’t meant to stress you out. I mean, back surgery, I knew it was going to be a long haul. Hell, Chris, you’re probably taking a bigger chance on me—I’m totally untried in coaching men’s gymnastics.”

He got a quick look as they backed out of the parking lot. “Well, then, I bet I can come up with a list of gymnast demands.”

Well, well. Look at that.

A sense of humor.

Brian laughed. “Hey, as long as it doesn’t cost money, you might be able to talk me into that list.” There was a surprising amount of traffic as they drove out onto the highway—it’d been too long since he’d been in the big city. “It always busy like this?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Chris drove with confidence, changing lanes, zipping down the highway. “I’ll grab my box, and then we can head to the school.”

Chris drove them to a little dragged-down section of town, its old houses made into dozens and dozens of student apartments. Dingy and tired, but solid. Comfortable. Lacking in terrible scariness.

“You gonna mind sharing digs with me in Monterey? We don’t have to, but there’ll be more money for other stuff if we share.” He wasn’t too sure about the “don’t have to” either, but he didn’t want to force it on Chris.

He got another quick look. “Look, man. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I know how to stay in my own bed, and I haven’t ever been inappropriate with a teammate.”

They pulled into a driveway, and Chris turned off the engine.

“Um… I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.” Though from what Chris had said, Brian could guess. “I was more thinking about you being uncomfortable living with a stranger, sharing digs. Or what you might have heard about me.”

“Oh.” Chris looked at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Brian chuckled. “I think we both need our gaydar tweaked.” To be honest, he’d been so focused on seeing Chris, convincing him to accept his offer of coaching….

“Yeah. You need to catch up with the latest gossip too.” Those sharp cheekbones were painfully red, Chris’s eyes pinned to the steering wheel. “You want to wait here or come up while I get that stuff for you?”

“Well, that depends. Are you going to catch me up with the gossip?” Brian bumped their shoulders together. “I’ll stay here.” Give Chris a few minutes to compose himself.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Chris headed upstairs, disappeared behind a little red door.

Lord, a guy with a reputation.

Brian wished he knew what that reputation was. He really was out of the loop at Mrs. Kernicke’s School for Girls. And now he was curious as hell.

It had him chuckling at himself. He wasn’t even back in the scene for a half hour, and already he was eager to hear the gossip.

Back in the scene.

Wow.

Too cool.


Sean 
smut fixes everything