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December 13, 2013
Smutty Advent, Day 13
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Smutty Advent, Day 12
Affton lit the candles and set out the champagne and some lovely appetizers he'd brought home next to their big chair in the den. It was the night of the office party and he was dressed up in a sharp grey suit with a lavender shirt. Luke was still changing and if he didn't come out soon, Aft was going to go in and rescue him.
“Do you think the blue tie, love?” Nerves were evident in Luke's voice, though he was trying to hide them.
"I think you should skip the tie -- I did." Come on, lover, come out and see what I've done.
“Oh?” Luke came out, gasping at the sight of the candles, the wine.
He grinned. "I thought we'd have our own office party right here."
“Affton…” That was an amazing smile.
He opened his arms. "Merry early Christmas, Luke."
His lover came right to him, pushed in his arms. He took a kiss, then another. Sitting, he drew Luke down with him. "You want to start with champagne, appetizers or me?"
“You, no question.”
He beamed at Luke and took another kiss. It was going to be the best Christmas party ever.
Luke and Affton are from Working it Out.
“Do you think the blue tie, love?” Nerves were evident in Luke's voice, though he was trying to hide them.
"I think you should skip the tie -- I did." Come on, lover, come out and see what I've done.
“Oh?” Luke came out, gasping at the sight of the candles, the wine.
He grinned. "I thought we'd have our own office party right here."
“Affton…” That was an amazing smile.
He opened his arms. "Merry early Christmas, Luke."
His lover came right to him, pushed in his arms. He took a kiss, then another. Sitting, he drew Luke down with him. "You want to start with champagne, appetizers or me?"
“You, no question.”
He beamed at Luke and took another kiss. It was going to be the best Christmas party ever.
Luke and Affton are from Working it Out.
December 11, 2013
Smutty Advent, Day 11
Rose smiled at his master, the look of concentration on Thorne’s face perfect. The new ink -- a present for both of them -- was burning, the rosebud on the tip of his cock wickedly sensitive.
Thorne spoke over the buzz of the machine. "Almost done, Rosie-love."
“Uh-huh.” He was sweating, moaning through his teeth.
"Such a stud, Rosie. I'm so proud of you."
“Love you. Happy Christmas.”
Thorne turned off the machine and set it aside, checking out his handiwork. Then his master looked up at him and smiled, eyes soft and happy. "Love you too -- Merry Christmas my Rosie."
Then his lover sprayed the tip of his burning cock with cool water and he orgasmed in a rush. Merry Christmas indeed.
Rose and Thorne are from the Rose and Thorne series at Changeling Press.
Thorne spoke over the buzz of the machine. "Almost done, Rosie-love."
“Uh-huh.” He was sweating, moaning through his teeth.
"Such a stud, Rosie. I'm so proud of you."
“Love you. Happy Christmas.”
Thorne turned off the machine and set it aside, checking out his handiwork. Then his master looked up at him and smiled, eyes soft and happy. "Love you too -- Merry Christmas my Rosie."
Then his lover sprayed the tip of his burning cock with cool water and he orgasmed in a rush. Merry Christmas indeed.
Rose and Thorne are from the Rose and Thorne series at Changeling Press.
Top Bidder is out!
Kurt joined the staff as a waiter at the Hammer Club because he wanted a Master of his own. He’s shy, though, and just one boy among the many looking for that special someone to dominate them. In fact, he’s working the night of the Hammer’s Annual Christmas Auction when Master Marcus asks him to fill in for a sub stuck in traffic.
Master August noticed Kurt when he first started working at the Hammer, but hadn’t approached the boy, wondering if they were compatible. When he sees Kurt on the auction block, he figures it’s the perfect time to test out their chemistry without putting any pressure on either of them.
Will Kurt and August find what they’re looking for in each other? Find out in the Christmas Hammer tale.
there's an excerpt here
you can buy it here
These guys were a pleasure to write and really put me in the Christmas spirit! And I love the cover!
And I have exclamation mark disease!
;)
December 10, 2013
Smutty Advent, Day 10
Jeremy worked on Simon’s Christmas present, a pair of old fashioned shackles. He knew Simon wouldn’t use them, but they were perfect for a gag gift and they’d be pretty enough for display. He had tickets for them to take a cruise for his big gift. Him and his master on a boat in the Caribbean.
He let the hammer fall, the rhythm and work as comfortable as breathing. The forge burned, sweat soaked him, and he was in the zone, zooming.
Life was good, thank God and Santa was coming.
He let the hammer fall, the rhythm and work as comfortable as breathing. The forge burned, sweat soaked him, and he was in the zone, zooming.
Life was good, thank God and Santa was coming.
Author Spotlight Tuesday - Anna Mayle -- with contest!
Boxers or briefs?
Briefs or commando
Favorite position to write?
I have a few of those. Sitting I prefer to be curled up in the chair, knees to chest. Prone, either curled up on my side with a fire going, or spread out on my belly with a pillow tucked under my chest and laptop/notebook in front of me.
Favorite kink to write?
Unconventional rape scenes. I like the heat and intensity of forced sex, but I like love and romance, so generally things get really weird. It's one of the best parts of writing fantasy that I can mesh those two favorites and generally make them work ^_^.
Tattoos or piercings?
On me? Piercings. I have a labret piercing, multiple piercings up and around my ears. I have been contemplating an industrial for a while now. My brother is a tattoo artist and I have a design picked out, but he hasn't had the time yet to ink me.
On my characters? It really depends. They range from full human to completely inhumane fae, so some modifications are more intense than others, but it's really on a per character basis.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Personally I have very limited experience, but visually they're all lovely. I do prefer pierced to nude though.
What's your favorite thing about 'This Sin Called Hope'?
I can't really say without giving things away, but there is one character in it, a young one, who in all the dirt and dark brought a ray of light. This character had been meant to be a bit role, there and gone, but instead took root and completely changed the book around. If you read the book, feel free to leave a comment afterward and guess who it was, once you meet them though, I'm pretty sure it won't be a hard choice.
Hundreds of years ago, Earth as we know it was laid to waste by the war to end all wars. Hunger and plague followed, and in the gaping wounds of a society thick with terror, greed and corruption took strong root. It split the human race apart. Those clinging to civilization fell to ruin, those who turned from it were left little more than cannibalistic monsters. From the darkness, Enoch has watched as the worst traits of humanity have destroyed the world he once knew. Denied even the mercy of a quick demise, the immortal “Angel” fills his days maintaining the Network, if only to bring some form of connection and order to a broken world, even as he has grown to despise the very beings left upon it.
From the unlocked backdoors and open windows of the Network, Jacobi has watched the world with love and delight, relishing in the little human moments that remind him of why life is worth living. The offers of kindness when there is none to be found, the small acts of charity when there is so little to give, and the good deeds performed when all appears lost is the hope that keeps him going—this and his unfailing belief that, perhaps, tomorrow will be a better day. The optimistic “Hacker” does not remember Earth before the destruction, but he spends his days and nights searching the remote recesses of a data-banked past, looking for the hope people seem to have misplaced along the way.
When Enoch captures Jacobi’s attention, the hacker can’t help but want to learn more about the rough-tempered Angel who has given up on humanity. Can Jacobi, with all the love he has to give, teach Enoch to care again? Will Jacobi be able to reach Enoch in time? Can these two solitary watchers come together to help save a world where hope is considered a sin?
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That night when he entered the Network, he was met with a solid hug and froze, nose buried in golden curls. “What are you doing?”
“You’re awkward at life, but I love you for it,” the hacker whispered into his ear.
Enoch patted the other man’s slender back hesitantly.
Jacobi snugged closer, “You can hug back you know. You've already killed one of my avatars. It’s not like you have to worry about breaking me.”
I’m more worried that you are breaking me. Enoch admitted, but only to himself.
“Realized that you love me yet?”
He could feel the usual smile against his shoulder.
“No, hacker,” he replied by rote and the smile widened against him. The giggle was breathy. The other man’s body, too close. When Enoch’s own began to react to their proximity he tried to pull away but the hacker wouldn't budge. “I said no, I don’t love you,” he tried again.
A shiver ran up the slight man’s frame and he rolled his hips forward with a soft, breathy gasp. “I’m trying to decide just how important it is that you love me before the sex part.” He groaned and raised one leg to wrap around Enoch’s back, bringing them even more tightly together. “You’re so…you. Skies, everything about you is…you make it really hard to be good.”
Enoch had no idea what Jacobi was babbling about. But the beautiful man with pliant and nearly purring. “Why are you so focused on being good? Your life is short; most humans would just take what they wanted.” He reached around and cupped his hands over the tight ass of the hacker who had literally melted against him. With the new support, the white clad man wrapped his second leg as well and leaned close as he could get.
“I guess…a kiss couldn't hurt,” he decided, eyes locked on Enoch’s mouth.
“This isn't one of those books,” Enoch warned. “True love’s kiss isn't going to turn me into a prince.”
Jacobi giggled, the little bursts of breath teased Enoch’s mouth. “I was always under the impression that if it’s true love’s kiss, it shouldn't need to make you anything but what you are. You’re already loved.”
“You’re out of your mind,” Enoch accused, not harshly.
Jacobi gave him a slight peck and nodded his agreement. “Out of my body too, but that doesn't mean anything here.” He canted his hips forward and groaned at the rough contact. “I want you in my body. You should really just admit that you love me.”
Enoch closed the minute distance between them and captured the hacker’s lips. Jacobi smiled even wider, forcing the kiss into a shallow peck instead of the deep delving Enoch had intended. He tried to coax those soft lips to close around his, but the hacker began to giggle in his delighted fashion and made it next to impossible.
Left with silly and sweet instead of hot and heavy, Enoch was extremely frustrated. “Do you want me to beg?”
A full body shiver ran through the man in his arms. Enoch closed his eyes and rode the delicious sensation for a moment. “Skies, that’s hot.” Jacobi breathed and leaned in closer, chest to chest, belly to belly, groin to thick and throbbing groin.
Enoch smirked. The breathy little sounds Jacobi made as he rutted against him desperate for contact were musical. By running his hands just right over his exotic instrument, Enoch imagined he might well draw an aria from those moist, begging lips. He held Jacobi up with one hand while the other skimmed up his delicate spine to the soft and perfect skin at the nape of his neck.
A jump and groan announced it as a sweet spot. Enoch’s lust flared. He tore Jacobi from him, spun the man around and bent him over the large wooden desk, scattering books everywhere. Pressed in above him, Enoch completely covered the little hacker. He ran his hands over the thin arms splayed in front of him, trailed it down the sculpted side, shifted even closer. Jacobi wriggled beneath him, leaned into each touch while trying not to move away from the press of groin to ass. Enoch took hold of the slighter man’s trim waist and gave a sharp tug, pulling him into solid contact with the evidence of Enoch’s interest in him. A mewl of frustration and that tight, round backside rolled up, offering, wanting. Enoch let his trousers fade away, nipped at that wonderful neck and laved the bite mark attentively. He worried it to a fine pink blush while the hacker danced beneath him hard and Insistent. Enoch purposely pulled him back far enough that he couldn't rut against the desk to relieve any of the mounting tension. He could only buck and sob and beg Enoch for his touch.
All that lay between them was the thin white material of Jacobi’s slacks, nearly made transparent by sweat. The darker skin of his hungry opening was visible through the gauzy cloth. Enoch slid to his knees behind the pleading man, held those quivering hips still, and gave one long lick, over the fabric, from just behind his tensing sac all the way up and over that welcoming entrance.
Jacobi cried out, arched back and, at the same time, seemed to be trying to make himself pull away.
“You need it,” he said in a soft rumble. “You need me.”
“Yes,” the young man sobbed.
Enoch rewarded him.
And a Contest...
This Sin Called Hope is about one man's struggle with his faith in humanity and in himself, his search for hope.
If you would like to win a copy of this book, Email me at raihnestorm@gmail.com, subject: This Sin Contest Entry, and tell me what gives you hope in humanity.
The winner will be chosen at random on Dec 20th.
Good luck all!
Briefs or commando
Favorite position to write?
I have a few of those. Sitting I prefer to be curled up in the chair, knees to chest. Prone, either curled up on my side with a fire going, or spread out on my belly with a pillow tucked under my chest and laptop/notebook in front of me.
Favorite kink to write?
Unconventional rape scenes. I like the heat and intensity of forced sex, but I like love and romance, so generally things get really weird. It's one of the best parts of writing fantasy that I can mesh those two favorites and generally make them work ^_^.
Tattoos or piercings?
On me? Piercings. I have a labret piercing, multiple piercings up and around my ears. I have been contemplating an industrial for a while now. My brother is a tattoo artist and I have a design picked out, but he hasn't had the time yet to ink me.
On my characters? It really depends. They range from full human to completely inhumane fae, so some modifications are more intense than others, but it's really on a per character basis.
Cut, uncut or I love them all?
Personally I have very limited experience, but visually they're all lovely. I do prefer pierced to nude though.
What's your favorite thing about 'This Sin Called Hope'?
I can't really say without giving things away, but there is one character in it, a young one, who in all the dirt and dark brought a ray of light. This character had been meant to be a bit role, there and gone, but instead took root and completely changed the book around. If you read the book, feel free to leave a comment afterward and guess who it was, once you meet them though, I'm pretty sure it won't be a hard choice.
Hundreds of years ago, Earth as we know it was laid to waste by the war to end all wars. Hunger and plague followed, and in the gaping wounds of a society thick with terror, greed and corruption took strong root. It split the human race apart. Those clinging to civilization fell to ruin, those who turned from it were left little more than cannibalistic monsters. From the darkness, Enoch has watched as the worst traits of humanity have destroyed the world he once knew. Denied even the mercy of a quick demise, the immortal “Angel” fills his days maintaining the Network, if only to bring some form of connection and order to a broken world, even as he has grown to despise the very beings left upon it.
From the unlocked backdoors and open windows of the Network, Jacobi has watched the world with love and delight, relishing in the little human moments that remind him of why life is worth living. The offers of kindness when there is none to be found, the small acts of charity when there is so little to give, and the good deeds performed when all appears lost is the hope that keeps him going—this and his unfailing belief that, perhaps, tomorrow will be a better day. The optimistic “Hacker” does not remember Earth before the destruction, but he spends his days and nights searching the remote recesses of a data-banked past, looking for the hope people seem to have misplaced along the way.
When Enoch captures Jacobi’s attention, the hacker can’t help but want to learn more about the rough-tempered Angel who has given up on humanity. Can Jacobi, with all the love he has to give, teach Enoch to care again? Will Jacobi be able to reach Enoch in time? Can these two solitary watchers come together to help save a world where hope is considered a sin?
Buy Link
That night when he entered the Network, he was met with a solid hug and froze, nose buried in golden curls. “What are you doing?”
“You’re awkward at life, but I love you for it,” the hacker whispered into his ear.
Enoch patted the other man’s slender back hesitantly.
Jacobi snugged closer, “You can hug back you know. You've already killed one of my avatars. It’s not like you have to worry about breaking me.”
I’m more worried that you are breaking me. Enoch admitted, but only to himself.
“Realized that you love me yet?”
He could feel the usual smile against his shoulder.
“No, hacker,” he replied by rote and the smile widened against him. The giggle was breathy. The other man’s body, too close. When Enoch’s own began to react to their proximity he tried to pull away but the hacker wouldn't budge. “I said no, I don’t love you,” he tried again.
A shiver ran up the slight man’s frame and he rolled his hips forward with a soft, breathy gasp. “I’m trying to decide just how important it is that you love me before the sex part.” He groaned and raised one leg to wrap around Enoch’s back, bringing them even more tightly together. “You’re so…you. Skies, everything about you is…you make it really hard to be good.”
Enoch had no idea what Jacobi was babbling about. But the beautiful man with pliant and nearly purring. “Why are you so focused on being good? Your life is short; most humans would just take what they wanted.” He reached around and cupped his hands over the tight ass of the hacker who had literally melted against him. With the new support, the white clad man wrapped his second leg as well and leaned close as he could get.
“I guess…a kiss couldn't hurt,” he decided, eyes locked on Enoch’s mouth.
“This isn't one of those books,” Enoch warned. “True love’s kiss isn't going to turn me into a prince.”
Jacobi giggled, the little bursts of breath teased Enoch’s mouth. “I was always under the impression that if it’s true love’s kiss, it shouldn't need to make you anything but what you are. You’re already loved.”
“You’re out of your mind,” Enoch accused, not harshly.
Jacobi gave him a slight peck and nodded his agreement. “Out of my body too, but that doesn't mean anything here.” He canted his hips forward and groaned at the rough contact. “I want you in my body. You should really just admit that you love me.”
Enoch closed the minute distance between them and captured the hacker’s lips. Jacobi smiled even wider, forcing the kiss into a shallow peck instead of the deep delving Enoch had intended. He tried to coax those soft lips to close around his, but the hacker began to giggle in his delighted fashion and made it next to impossible.
Left with silly and sweet instead of hot and heavy, Enoch was extremely frustrated. “Do you want me to beg?”
A full body shiver ran through the man in his arms. Enoch closed his eyes and rode the delicious sensation for a moment. “Skies, that’s hot.” Jacobi breathed and leaned in closer, chest to chest, belly to belly, groin to thick and throbbing groin.
Enoch smirked. The breathy little sounds Jacobi made as he rutted against him desperate for contact were musical. By running his hands just right over his exotic instrument, Enoch imagined he might well draw an aria from those moist, begging lips. He held Jacobi up with one hand while the other skimmed up his delicate spine to the soft and perfect skin at the nape of his neck.
A jump and groan announced it as a sweet spot. Enoch’s lust flared. He tore Jacobi from him, spun the man around and bent him over the large wooden desk, scattering books everywhere. Pressed in above him, Enoch completely covered the little hacker. He ran his hands over the thin arms splayed in front of him, trailed it down the sculpted side, shifted even closer. Jacobi wriggled beneath him, leaned into each touch while trying not to move away from the press of groin to ass. Enoch took hold of the slighter man’s trim waist and gave a sharp tug, pulling him into solid contact with the evidence of Enoch’s interest in him. A mewl of frustration and that tight, round backside rolled up, offering, wanting. Enoch let his trousers fade away, nipped at that wonderful neck and laved the bite mark attentively. He worried it to a fine pink blush while the hacker danced beneath him hard and Insistent. Enoch purposely pulled him back far enough that he couldn't rut against the desk to relieve any of the mounting tension. He could only buck and sob and beg Enoch for his touch.
All that lay between them was the thin white material of Jacobi’s slacks, nearly made transparent by sweat. The darker skin of his hungry opening was visible through the gauzy cloth. Enoch slid to his knees behind the pleading man, held those quivering hips still, and gave one long lick, over the fabric, from just behind his tensing sac all the way up and over that welcoming entrance.
Jacobi cried out, arched back and, at the same time, seemed to be trying to make himself pull away.
“You need it,” he said in a soft rumble. “You need me.”
“Yes,” the young man sobbed.
Enoch rewarded him.
And a Contest...
This Sin Called Hope is about one man's struggle with his faith in humanity and in himself, his search for hope.
If you would like to win a copy of this book, Email me at raihnestorm@gmail.com, subject: This Sin Contest Entry, and tell me what gives you hope in humanity.
The winner will be chosen at random on Dec 20th.
Good luck all!
December 9, 2013
Day 6 winner
Congrats to Ioana, winner of a print copy of Burn!
Stay tuned for Smutty Advent day 13 for the next contest!
Stay tuned for Smutty Advent day 13 for the next contest!
My God it's Monday
So I forgot to post my Smutty Advent yesterday... a day late is okay, right? Especially as they kind of go together.
Thank you, Kate Hill, for allowing me to promo my Christmas story Special Order on your blog today!
I have three stories coming out from Torquere in the next two weeks. This week is Top Bidder.
Next week are two novels -- A Family of His Own, a Mannies Incorporated novel, and Deeper, a Hammer novel.
Beaten 2 was supposed to be the next Hammer novel I did, but Dolph and his Ombre bumped the queue. I'm not complaining, I've just got Nick and Little Francis eager for their turn, too. Too many men, not nearly enough time to do 'em all!
Meanwhile it's a snowy day today, which I just love. The whole world feels slightly hushed and these white flakes are drifting down and coating everything (or should that be re-coating everything as there's already a fair bit of snow on the ground). Sure feels like Christmas :)
Tomorrow's Tuesday Author Spotlight is Anna Mayle.
Thank you, Kate Hill, for allowing me to promo my Christmas story Special Order on your blog today!
I have three stories coming out from Torquere in the next two weeks. This week is Top Bidder.
Next week are two novels -- A Family of His Own, a Mannies Incorporated novel, and Deeper, a Hammer novel.
Beaten 2 was supposed to be the next Hammer novel I did, but Dolph and his Ombre bumped the queue. I'm not complaining, I've just got Nick and Little Francis eager for their turn, too. Too many men, not nearly enough time to do 'em all!
Meanwhile it's a snowy day today, which I just love. The whole world feels slightly hushed and these white flakes are drifting down and coating everything (or should that be re-coating everything as there's already a fair bit of snow on the ground). Sure feels like Christmas :)
Tomorrow's Tuesday Author Spotlight is Anna Mayle.
Smutty Advent, Day 9
"No." Jim shook his head, hands on his hips. "Absolutely not."
Jack gaped. "But... but Master Marcus always does it. He's the best spanker."
"I don't care." That was his, not something just... given out at parties. He shoved the Santa suit at Jack. "Find someone else."
Jim heard a strangled noise behind him, spun to see Marcus standing there.
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing, baby."
"Good." Jim turned back to Jack. "Best of luck with that."
"But."
"No."
Jack gaped. "But... but Master Marcus always does it. He's the best spanker."
"I don't care." That was his, not something just... given out at parties. He shoved the Santa suit at Jack. "Find someone else."
Jim heard a strangled noise behind him, spun to see Marcus standing there.
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing, baby."
"Good." Jim turned back to Jack. "Best of luck with that."
"But."
"No."
Smutty Advent, Day 8
Marcus put on the white wig and beard, eyebrows going up as he stared at himself in the mirror. Somehow he'd gotten himself volunteered to play Santa Clause at Oliver and Jack's annual Christmas party. Oliver had given him some bullshit about having the biggest lap and the strongest hand.
He'd had more than a few drinks in him at the time and had succumbed to Oliver's flattery. That and the fact that there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Oliver.
There was a whole suit and hat, boots as well, though just now he was only hairy.
One day he'd have a boy of his own and he wouldn't be volunteering for this shit. One day.
He'd had more than a few drinks in him at the time and had succumbed to Oliver's flattery. That and the fact that there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Oliver.
There was a whole suit and hat, boots as well, though just now he was only hairy.
One day he'd have a boy of his own and he wouldn't be volunteering for this shit. One day.
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