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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?

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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