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Smutty Advent - December 11

Rock's Top Ten Favorite Christmas Foods

1) Chocolate Pie

2) Pecan Lace Cookies (Rock: hey! Don't give away all my secrets, those are frilly cookies...) (but they're still Rock's second favorite)

3) Cheese Ball

4) Gravy

5) Pumpkin Pie

6) Pecan Pie

7) Cranberry Bread

8) Cranberry Cookies

(Rig: I'm seeing a trend here... Rock: you know it)

(Dick: what about Turkey? Rock: It's no steak)

9) Peppermint Hot Chocolate

10) Chocolate Pie (Rock: and don't tell me I can't have it as #10 and #1)

Smutty Advent - December 10

Marcus looked at the list of training sessions at the Hammer Club for December and grinned at the one titled Sleigh Bells Ring. Pony Play. He had to bite back chuckles just imagining Jim's face.

"Hey, baby..." He wandered into Jim's office -- it was almost time for his lover to be done for the day, anyway. "You see the training at the Hammer for December?"

"I saw the email come by, but I deleted it. Are you teaching again?"

"No, I thought you might want to check out the one on December 10 -- there's a field trip to the Bar None Ranch..."

"A ranch? Are they going riding?"

"Not exactly. The title of the session is 'Sleigh Bells Ring' and there are ponies involved." Marcus knew he was evil for teasing, but he really couldn't help himself.

"Cool. Are you into horseback riding?"

"No, but the pony play could be an interesting kink for us to explore together." He waited patiently for the other shoe to drop. It would and it wouldn't be long, he'd bet. His Jim was a very smart man.

Jim's head tilted, then those eyes widened, the barest bit. "Oh, I don't think so."

"No? You don't want to prance around wearing a plug with a horsehair tail?" Somehow, and god only knew how, he managed to keep a straight face.

"Marcus, I love you, but I'll safeword so fast it'll feel like a kick to the balls."

He bust out laughing, unable to keep it in any longer. "Are you sure, baby? I'd hate to be accused of getting into a rut or not giving you room to explore."

"If we get into a rut, I'll buy high-octane coffee. No worries."

That had him laughing harder and he held out his arms, wanting to share his joy with his beautiful boy.

Jim grinned for him, stood and pushed into his arms. "Teasing Master."

He nodded and slid his lips against his boy's. "Yes. Love you, baby."

"Oh, I love you." Jim's smile was happy, warm, eager. "Are we off work, sir? Can we play?"

"We are and we can. I have plans for your ass that don't involve horse tails."

"Perfect."

They rubbed noses, those pretty green eyes dancing, laughing, playing with him.

It was. Perfect. Lucky him.

My God It's Monday!

Got the cover for Beaten!



Little Francis is recovering from an abusive relationship that put him in the hospital. He's doing fine now, working at Permanent Ink and staying in one of the spare bedroom's at Treat and Killian's place. He knows now that love and the lifestyle aren't in the cards for him, and he's trying to make peace with that.

Enter Nick, a single Dom who falls for Francis the moment he lays eyes on him. Can Nick convince Francis that an abusive Dom is the exception and not the rule? And how long will it take him to make Francis believe in love again?

Beaten comes out on December 19 along with Mannies Incorporated!

This week I have Wicked Gift out on Wednesday and I'll be on the Torquere Press Livejournal that day, I'll be blogging on Romance for the Rest of Us on Thursday, doing a TRS Release Party on Thursday, have a guest post up on a fellow Santa's Helpers author for the Changeling Naughty List Blog Hop on Thursday and have a guest post on Dawn's Reading Nook on Thursday (good grief!) On Friday the Candy Cane Kink Giveaway Hop starts. And I'll be doing a post or two at the Goddess Fish Party Pavillion on the weekend. Okay, I have to admit, I'm tired just reading it all out!

Next week Wallflowers from Amber Allure is out and as mentioned above, Beaten and Mannies Incorporated.

I will have today's Smutty Advent up in a bit.

Random Holiday Sunday

Happy Hanukkah to all my readers who celebrate it.

Marcus won Sexiest Dom on Love Romance Cafe's BDSM/Kink day on Friday. Go him!

Jim says -- "Well, d'uh -- I could have told you that." Meanwhile I know a boy or two who would disagree most whole-heartedly, and Tanny would be the most vocal of these ;)


Wicked Gift is coming out on Wednesday!



Alec has the perfect gift for his lover Kono this year -- his best friend Swan.

Kono has a lot of fantasies about being a submissive, while Alec likes to watch and Swan is the best Dom he knows, so a week together fulfilling Kono's fantasies seems like just the ticket.

Of course, he hasn't taken into account that maybe there are stronger feelings at play here between all of them. Will these three men turn out to be exactly what they each need for Christmas this year?


Prologue

"So, are you interested?" Alec looked at his oldest friend, oft-time fuckbuddy, and the best Dom he'd ever met. "I know Kono wants more than I can give him, and you know what I like." He liked to watch. A lot.

Swan gave him a long, considering look. "How intense are we talking here? A little light spanking or some deep submission?"

Alec's cock jerked. "We have a week off together, Swan. I want... I want to see his fantasies come true."

"Am I in charge?"

He looked Swan over, remembering when the buff blond had been a skinny little college kid, both of them experimenting. "Where do you see me fitting in?"

"What you do best -- you're watching." He got another look, this one smoldering. "I'll take you on, too, though."

"You might not be able to handle two at a time."

Swan chuckled. "We're not in college anymore, Alec. If I'm coming in on this, I'm the Dom. Full stop. We won't both be playing that role and I'll be in charge."

Alec's cock was hard as nails, his heart pounding, but he fought to keep a straight face, a poker face. "Can you commit to a week?"

"I can."

"I want to do this for him." If he wanted to do it for himself, too, that was his own business.

"I do make a hell of a Christmas gift." Swan gave him a wink.

"Ho ho ho." He grinned back, going for suave, sophisticated, which, okay, not his strongest suit, but it wasn't an impossible stretch for a software engineer, right?

Swan laughed and held out his hand. "So we're on?"

He shook on it. "You'll be at the house Friday night?"

"I will. You want me to wear a ribbon around my prick?" Swan was teasing him. He thought.

He took the man at face value, just to be sure. "Nope. Leather. I'll order pizza."

"I thought Kono cooked."

"He does, but I always order pizza on Fridays." He liked being able to give Kono a night off from cooking, and god knew, that wasn't going to be because of his own culinary skills. He was a lucky man to have found someone who loved him who was also a damn good cook.

"All right then. I'm looking forward to some good meals and better service, though. Just to let you know." Swan smiled, the look predatory. Hot.

"I don't cook. Kono is stunning, which if you'd come over to the house more often, you'd know." So maybe his gift to Kono was a little bit selfish; he missed his best friend.

Swan just looked at him. "I usually stay away from temptation. Especially when it belongs to a good friend."

"Kono is temptation itself, huh?" His lover was a lovely man, dark-skinned, long haired, trim and fine.

"He is. Of course his lover's not so bad either." Snow's gaze swept up and down his body.

Alec snorted, flexed, playing. "Geek chic."

Swan laughed. "It's the glasses that do it to me, baby."

He flipped Snow off, knowing that he wasn't Swan's type, not really. They liked to fuck; they'd done it a lot in college, but the man was a Dom. He liked beautiful, submissive men.

Swan leaned on the bar and pushed Alec's glasses up a bit. "Don't sell yourself short, Alec."

"I don't. You want another beer?"

Swan went with the change of subject. "Yeah, I want another beer and I want details on what Kono's fantasies are."

Alec waved to the waitress, held up two fingers. Swan gave him a grin, heated anticipation in the bottle green eyes.

"Perv." God, Snow was hot.

The man just laughed. "Look who's talking."

"Hey, I just like to watch."

"Exactly." Swan grabbed his beer which had just arrived and clinked glasses with him. "Exactly."

They grinned together and Alec knew, no question, that Kono was going to have the best Christmas present.

Ever.


A little background about the writing of this story. I usually do a Hammer Club Christmas Auction story as my holiday novella (or at least I have the last three years) and had plans to do so again this year. Alec and Kono and Swan were supposed to be a short, kinky story. Ha. They not only highjacked my brain, they hijacked the Christmas Novella (and at 30,000 words were actually threatening to be a whole novel!) They are hot and kinky and want to warm up your cold nights ;)

Smutty Advent - December 9

Billy blew out a breath and looked around the kitchen. It was a total disaster. It had to be a hundred thousand degrees in here. There was flour and sugar spilled everywhere; the garbage was overflowing with empty baking supply packages and the sink was pilled almost to the ceiling with cookie pans.

Whose fucking idea had it been to offer to bring homemade cookies to the soup kitchen's Christmas Dinner this year instead of just serving there?

Oh right. That had been him. Of course that had also been before he'd known they needed to bring two thousand of the fuckers.

They'd started at six am and that was over fifteen hours ago. He was done. He might have to call in a cleaning service to deal with the fucking kitchen.

Tanny was pulling two more cookie sheets from the oven. "Are we done? Can we please be done?"

"We're done, baby. I'm going to order us a pizza and we can deal with..." he waved his hand at the kitchen as a whole. "Tomorrow."

"Okay. You go call." Tanny pushed his floury braid back.

"And you can go get a blanket to put down on the couch so we don't have to clean it, too."

"Uh-huh."

He wandered off, found his phone, and he heard the water running. He was going ot have to grumble if his boy was cleaning when he'd been told to leave it. He ordered the pizza and went in search of Tanny.

The dishes were flying, the soap and dishwasher going, cookies cooling everywhere.

"Montana!"

"Billy?" His boy had soap bubbles on his nose. It was adorable, really.

"Did I or did I not tell you we were going to deal with all this tomorrow? Did I or did I not tell you to go get a blanket and put it on the couch?" He was growling.

"The kitchen is dirty."

"That is not what I said. I said to leave it. We've been cooking for fifteen hours, we're both exhausted and the fucking dishes can wait."

"The kitchen is dirty!" Oh, someone was exhausted and not dealing well.

He went over and turned the water off, then grabbed his boy's hands. "Come with me, baby."

"I'm trying to help..." Tanny's eyes were wet with unshed tears.

"I know, baby. But I said no. Come on." He was going to strip his boy, cuff him, bind his prick and wrap him in a blanket and make him just be.

Montana followed him, staying close, breathing hard. He got them into the living room and pressed their mouths together as he began to strip his baby out of the filthy clothes.

"I forgot the blanket."

"I know, baby." He just kept striping Montana down, fingers dragging over skin as it was exposed. Tanny was heavy-limbed, clumsy. He worked as quickly as he could and soon had his baby naked. He set heavy leather cuffs around each wrist.

"I need a shower, first..."

"Nope." He hooked the cuffs together and grabbed Tanny's cock cage from the little drawer in the table.

"I do. I want a shower." His boy was spoiling for attention.

"It's not going to happen right now, boy, so you just simmer down and let me bind you." He opened the metal cage and wrapped it around that pretty prick.

"I worked hard. I did all the things."

"You did. And then you disobeyed me." He closed the cage around Montana's prick and grabbed the blanket.

"I was cleaning."

"I told you to leave it." He put the blanket around Montana's shoulders, wrapped his baby in it. "We're sitting now."

It only took Montana about three breaths to settle, heavy and quiet against him. Sitting there, Montana in his arms, he just breathed, let the quiet settle over them.

"Love you." Montana yawned. "I hate cookies."

He chuckled. "Yeah. We should have either started earlier or bought them. I think that wouldn't have been in the spirit of the thing, though."

"Whatever. Next year let's give money."

"That's too easy." He slid his fingers beneath the blanket, stroking his boy's skin.

"So? Sometimes easy is okay."

He chuckled. "Maybe."

"It is. I'm tired. You're tired. It's hot. If we gave two hundred dollars, someone professional could make fifty dozen cookies."

"So next year we'll arrange for that new bakery to deliver Christmas cupcakes or something. That way we're supporting a new local, gay business and we're providing fresh baked goods to the homeless." He nodded. "It's a good idea, baby."

"I have them, sometimes."

"I know you do, Montana. You have a lot of them." He was very proud of his boy.

"Flatterer."

"No, I'm not. It's just the truth." He rubbed Montana's belly, fingers beginning to creep up toward his boy's nipples.

"Always pushing, Billy."

"Yes."

Montana smiled for him, never opening his eyes.

He kissed the side of Montana's eye, his fingers still creeping upward. "Merry Christmas, Montana."

"Merry Christmas, Master."

Billy smiled.

Smutty Advent - December 8

Marcus was up to his ears in Christmas orders and had been working and working and working. Long hours making every leather bdsm item imaginable. Longer hours wrapping, boxing and shipping them. It was great to be in demand, but he was going to have to think about making the cut-off to order items for Christmas much earlier next year.

He sighed and wrapped the end of the last flogger he was doing today -- hell, the glue was making him high.

The smell of peppermint and coffee hit his nose, a mug with whipped cream and a candy cane placed on the edge of his table right before Jim's hands landed on his shoulders.

He groaned, the smell making his stomach rumble. "That smells divine, baby."

"I saved my coffee treat for this today. I thought you might appreciate one, too."

"So good to me, baby." He leaned back against Jim, ignoring the leather in his hand for now.

Jim kissed the top of his head. "Is there anything I can do, master? To help?"

"Let me just finish wrapping this before the glue dries and I'll be done for the day."

"Can I stay and keep you company?"

"I'd like that, baby. I'd like it a lot. Even if you are distracting," he teased.

"I'll clean. And I am not." Jim winked over.

He chuckled and went back to wrapping the leather around the handle of the flogger. The scent of peppermint was in the air, Jim was humming softly, and it was easier. In no time at all, he'd finished the piece and set it on the drying rack.

"All done, baby."

"Hooray." Jim applauded, grinning over at him.

He grinned back at his boy. "That was the last one. I just have a couple boxes to put together and mail tomorrow and I'm done. Two whole weeks where I'm not even going to think about work."

"Really? You think you can do that? Not think about work for two whole weeks?"

"I know I can. How about you, baby?" His Jim had a hard time shutting off that part of his brain.

"It'll be my birthday present."

"What happened to Christmas?"

"It's coming. Cookies, parties, carolling."

He shook his head. "I meant what about your Christmas present? Why did we jump to your birthday?"

"Oh, I don't know. I guess my birthday is like the end of the holidays for me, you know?"

"Ah." He opened his arms for his boy. "That makes sense, baby."

"Sure it does. That's what happens when you're a New Years baby, my Halloweenie master."

Oh, his baby was in a lovely mood.

Laughing, he guided Jim up the stairs, turning off the light as they hit the main floor. "This Halloweenie master has plans for your New Year's baby ass."

"You forgot your coffee."

"That's okay, baby. I have you."

Jim kissed him, slow and lazy. "Thank God."

"Yeah." He rubbed their noses together. "Merry Christmas, baby.""

"Merry Christmas, Master. Let's go start our vacation."

Perfect.

Smutty Advent - December 7

Today is Treat and Kilian.

Killian looked at the tree, sighed. Peter had loved Christmas. Loved it. He thought maybe Treat still did, he wasn't really sure. He couldn't quite bring himself to ask. It didn't really matter; the holiday would never be the same again. Nothing would. That was what happened when people died.

The front door opened, Treat's voice sounding out. "Baby, I'm home."

"Hey, lover." He found a smile, headed over for the kiss, the love that was waiting for him. It wasn't the same, but that didn't mean life wasn't good.

Treat kissed him, full on and wholehearted. "Mmm. I've been wanting to do that all day long."

"Yeah?" He stepped in, snuggling close. "I missed you today. We so rarely spend time apart."

"I know. I didn't like it." Treat ran warm hands up and down his back. "We should avoid it as much as possible."

"I concur." He hummed and it helped, that sweet touch. "I put the tree up for us to decorate."

"Oh, thank you, baby." Treat looked honestly pleased.

"You're welcome." This smile was happier. "I thought we should order pizza, maybe?" That had been Peter's favorite thing.

Treat shook his head. "Let's make something together. Maybe a nice quiet supper, then hot buttered rum for the tree trimming?"

"I have some lovely t-bones."

"That sounds perfect, love." Treat kissed him slowly. "You know I love a good steak. And if you cook it, I'll make a salad."

"It's a deal." Killian squeezed Treat's fingers. "I'm glad you're home."

"Me, too." Treat kissed him again. "And after the tree is decorated I have a whole new tradition we can indulge in."

"Oh, that sounds tempting."

"I want it to sound more than just tempting, love."

His laugh bubbled out of him. "Then you should tempt me with this tradition."

"I can do that." Treat's mouth covered his again, hand slipping between them, teasing.

His body loved that, loved how Treat touched him.

"Gonna make you feel so good," Treat promised.

"You always do."

"And I always will."

And KIllian needed that, for the rest of his life.

Smutty Advent - December 6

Today we have Simon and Jeremy!


Simon pulled up into the drive and turned off the engine. He got out of the car, slammed the door and headed for the front door. He was livid. Absolutely, totally angry. Those little girls with their phones and their giggling had called him a fussy, old man.He was the customer, damn it, he wasn't supposed ot leave the store not only without what he'd gone in for, but about to file a very angry complaint with their head office. He was almost too angry to get his key in the front door.

He pushed the door open, the sound of Christmas carols on the air, a note on the TV saying, "Need you like breathing. Upstairs. Tub. Plugged. For my sir. Jeremy." Oh. Yes. God bless his boy.

He locked the door and dropped his keys in the bowl, pulled off his shoes and headed upstairs like there was fire chasing him. "Jeremy?"

"Mmm. In here, beautiful. Waiting for you." Jeremy's chair was sitting there, two fuzzy robes waiting for them.

"You have no idea how much I needed this, love."

The tub was full of bubbles, the bathroom lit with candles, four bottles of beer sitting on ice. "Almost as much as I need you, I bet."

"We'll have to compare notes." He was smiling as he stripped off his clothing.

"I have no notes. I had a normal day, I made things. Life is good. I want your cock, your attention. You."

Simon's cock began to fill, responding to Jeremy's words, to the look in his lover's eyes. He climbed into the tub. "Well, I am all yours." He settled Jeremy's thighs over his, fingers caressing the scars, the stumps as his lover moaned, smiling at him.

He didn't feel old anymore, he didn't feel like a fuddy duddy or a fuss budget. No, none of that was the truth, now was it? No, this hot, needy stud looked at him like he was the center of the universe, like Jeremy needed only what Simon could give him.

"Did you get the sounds out?" he asked as he worked his fingers slowly up over Jeremy's thighs, massaging the muscles there.

"I opened your cabinet, beautiful. Sir. I reckoned you'd know what you needed."

He reached forward and petted Jeremy's balls, the half-filled prick. "How did you know, love?"

"Know what?" Jeremy moaned for him.

"That I needed this tonight?" He wrapped his hand around that sweet cock, sliding it along his palm.

"I hoped you did. I needed you too."

"I'll always be here for you, love. I need to be. Here." He pressed his own hand against his heart.

"You are. Here. Touch me."

He shifted, moving to kiss each stump and then the tip of Jeremy's prick.

"Mmm." Jeremy splashed, hands restless.

He moved to lie on Jeremy, their pricks sliding together as he took a kiss. "Soft and easy for now and then we'll go play hard."

"Perfect." He thought Jeremy might have said that, no matter what.

"Yes. Just the present I've been searching for."

"Ho. Ho. Ho."

He laughed, moving on Jeremy, their pricks rubbing so nicely. That was what he'd needed. His lover, hungry and eager and needing him. Jeremy's eyes smiled at him, loved him as they kissed and moved together. Oh yes. Perfect. Jeremy's hands cupped his ass, squeezed. Perfect.

He smiled against Jeremy's lips as he came, the sensations moving through him like waves.

"Mmm. Better, huh?" Jeremy asked.

"I was better the moment I saw you."

"Perfect."

And it was.

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Christmas Elves are Ringing now out!

My Santa's Helpers themed story is now out at Changeling!



Joey's the best doll maker at Santa's workshop, but he's fed up with making them and all their accessories. In fact, he's having a tantrum of epic proportions. The big guy sends Joey's lover Bane in to give Joey an attitude adjustment. Can Bane work his magic in time for them to make sure Santa's sleigh is full this year?

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Fucking dolls.

Fucking satin dresses.

Fucking curls and eyelashes and...

Joey threw the clay molds across the room, the fucking things shattering. If he had to design one more motherfucking pink sparkly high-heeled shoe... He’d set the entire goddamn North Pole on fire.

“Merry fucking Christmas to you too, Joey.” Bane stood in the doorway of Joey’s workshop, hands on his hips, the little bauble on the top of his hat hanging over into his eyes.

“Fuck off. You’re supposed to knock!”

Bane was here. Bane was here. That meant he could lose his shit, totally, completely, and it would be okay.

“Not when the big guy sends me, I don’t. Not when he tells me to take care of my house before the entire year’s production is screwed up.” Bane tugged off his stupid hat and began to stalk toward Joey.

“Your house? Your house? I’m... I’m the best designer they have!” He backed away, his heart beating a little faster. “I invented Darling Daisy. I did Nikki Little. The entire line of Fashion Forwards? Mine!”

“He meant where we bed and eat, baby. Not the toy making.” Bane rumbled at him, moving closer. “You’re being a bad elf -- a very naughty elf -- and I’m here to fix it.”

“You keep your pointy ears over there.” Joey was having a snit. Damn it. A few growls from Bane was not going to derail it, either.

“No can do. The boss was very clear on what my only duties were until you’re in a much better mood.” Bane kept moving toward him, and Joey swore he could even smell the elf.

He put the worktable between them. “Don’t you have something in the garage to use a wrench on?”

“Not unless I drag you to the garage.”

“I’m not going to the garage.” He moved a little faster, his achingly hard cock making it hard to maneuver properly.

“No, I’ve got somewhere else in mind.” Bane was still moving, pushing him toward the back door of his workroom.

“No. No. Busy. Making more impossible fucking shoes so little Betsy has her dream doll and sweet Lucy gets everything she’s wished for.” It was the same shit every year. Same shit, different dolls. He was fucking stunning at his job, and Santa knew it.

“You’re not listening to me. The boss wants you off the floor and in my bed until you’ve had an attitude adjustment.” Bane was suddenly a whole lot closer. How did the man do that?

“You stop that.” Joey held one hand out, shook his head.

Bane grabbed his hand and pulled him up tight against his tall, strong body.

“No. I have deadlines.” Dresses to design. Faces to paint. Little accessories to create.

Bane pursed his lips. “You aren’t listening to me. This comes straight from the bo- Oh, fuck it.” Bending, Bane hoisted him up, fireman carry style. Strong arms wrapped around his legs, and he was carried like a sack of potatoes out into the cold.

Joey squealed, fists beating on Bane’s ass. He hated winter. Eggnog. Sparkly lights. Fucking peppermint!

“You’re just making this harder on yourself, Joey.”

He certainly didn’t seem to be slowing Bane down any, his lover marching them toward their little house at the far end of the compound. They were in the last one before the vast, endless landscape of snow. His screams couldn’t disturb anyone that way.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this job! I was in Palm Beach, freelancing for Mattel! Happy and tanned!” Elves belonged at the Pole, Bane had said. $You’re meant for this work.$ Bah.

“I’ll give you tanned.” One big hand landed on Joey’s ass. Hard.

Oh, fuck. That was hot.


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