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Smutty Advent - December 5

Today is Rose and Thorne -- tomorrow I have a new release -- a Christmas story! -- from Changeling.

Thorne all but ran home from work, grinning like a fool. He couldn't wait to show Rose what he'd done.

"Hey, man." Rose was on the weight bench, muscles bulging.

"Oh, look how pretty." God, his man was a stud.

"Just burning calories in anticipation of cookies."

"Cookies and turkey and stuffing and gravy. Mashed potatoes, pies." He sighed happily. He did love Christmas food. "I have something for you."

"Yeah? What's that?" His curious lover sat up.

"You'll have to unwrap it." He grinned. "And by it, I mean me."

"Is it naked time?" His Rosie sat up, all smiles.

"Indeed, it is." His prick firmed as Rose approached him, his lover so beautiful, so sexy.

"I love naked time." Rose eased his shirt off.

"Oh yes, so do I." He sucked in so Rosie could undo his jeans. He was going commando, but had saran wrap across his hips, protecting the wee mistletoe tattoo over his prick.

"You..." Rosie opened his fly and looked down, chuckling softly. "Oh, ho, ho, ho."

He grinned. "Merry Christmas, Rosie."

"Mmmhmm." His sweet Rose was already opening, tongue flicking out.

"Oh, yes." He nodded, hands sliding up along Rose's chest, to the warm shoulders and encouraging his Rosie onto his knees.

Merry fucking Christmas to him.

Smutty Advent -- December 4

(I know I'm a day late, but I was sick yesterday)

Today we have Jack and Oliver!

Jack frowned as he watched his master wander around the living room, fussing with the Christmas decorations, picking them up and putting them back in the same spot. It was Oliver's first Christmas since he'd retired from the board of the Hammer Club and Jack thought his master was a little at a loss as to what to do.

Well, he could certainly help with that.

He went into the living room and picked up one of the little trees that littered the shelves. This one had red ornaments. "I hate this one." He dropped it onto the floor.

"Jack!" Oliver spun about, stared at him.

Clearly, his master was being obtuse today. He went over to a blue one and grabbed it. "This one sucks, too." He let it drop.

"Boy." Oliver's voice was hard, sharp. "Come here. Now."

A thrill went through him at Oliver's tone. "Yes, master." He went to Oliver and knelt in front of him.

"You're going to clean the floor, boy." Oliver's eyes were flashing.

"Yes, Master." It wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for, but that look in his master's eyes sure beat what had been there before.

"After." Oliver's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head back.

He gazed up at his master, the slight pain on his scalp perfect. "Yes, Master."

"Naughty boy." Oliver smiled, bent low, and kissed him so hard it burned him to the ground.

Oh yes.

Merry Christmas to him!

Smutty Advent - December 3

Today is a fun and naughty link!

These sheets are awesome -- make sure you click on the picture to enlarge so you can see all the lovely bare-assed men doing their thing with each other!

Smutty Advent - December 2

Just a quick note - you can get 25% off at Torquere Press today and tomorrow with the code happydec2012.

Okay -- Jarheads' turn, or at least Dick's:

Dick grabbed his tablet and started checking things off on his list. He couldn't believe December had rolled around again already.

Christmas lights and decorations -- check

Christmas Tree up and decorated -- check

Holiday specials keyed into the system and signs put up -- check

Holiday party for the public booked and advertized -- check

Staff party booked, invites into envelopes with paystubs -- check

Cool, they were in good shape this year. He supposed that was the advantage of being in business for awhile, things like the holidays weren't overwhelming because you had your check lists. He grinned. Rig would be so proud. Rock was no doubt just happy he didn't have to deal with it this year.

Dick hit save and close on the check list, and headed out to the lobby.

Bring it on -- they were ready.

Smutty Advent Begins!

It's the first day of Smutty Advent and I'm taking part in the Hot Winter Nights Giveaway Hop! Which means you get a little bit of fiction and a contest today!




Billy and Montana trying to make it a Hot Winter night...

Billy hurriedly opened the door to their cabin and pulled Montana in, closing the door behind them. He stamped his feet and blew on his hands. Why exactly had they come to Lake Tahoe again?

Oh yes, the travel agent had said it was a romantic weekend getaway spot. A freezing fucking bitter cold romantic weekend getaway spot.

"There's supposed to be fire set up in the fireplace," he noted, speaking a little louder than usual to be heard over the chattering of Montana's teeth.

"Uh-huh. F...f...f...fire."

He strode over to it and found the matches on top of the mantle. He did get the thing lit, thank god because it was damn frigid in here. "Come over here, baby. We need to warm up."

"Uh-huh." Montana shivered, standing and staring at him a half a second before pushing close.

He wrapped his arms around his boy, dropping them both onto the blanket spread out in front of the fire. Oh, it was warmer this close to the flames; maybe they'd even be able to take off the winter gear, eventually. Someday. Possibly tomorrow.

He presses his lips against Montana's as the beginning of an apology for dragging his boy up here. He never got to the apology, though, because Montana's mouth was the hottest thing ever, and one kiss turned into a second and a third and so on.

"Master." Montana's icy cold hands wrapped around his body under his clothes.

He managed to keep his unmanly yelp from sounding out loud and it didn't take long until Montana's hands were warming up.

Oh. Maybe they had a way to keep warm after all.


Anyone who comments here will be eligible for my prize of a $10 Torquere Press gift certificate! I'll draw a winner on December 5.

Be sure to leave your email addy if you also want to be entered for the blog hop's grand prize of a $50 Amazon Gift Card, $10 Bookstrand Bucks and an eBook prize package including: 11 eBooks.



Here's all the participating authors -- they're all giving away prizes too, so check them out!

Random Friday

I'm over on torquere_social today. Posting about recent releases, upcoming releases and holding a contest.

November's newsleter is now out! Squeaking by just in time -- why break with tradition? This month's newsletter has coming soons, new releases, a contest and a new Hammer Club Bulletin Board. You can find it here.

My Christmas story with Changeling from a couple years ago is on sale for 99 cents! This one is kinky m/m/f: Bound for Christmas.

Everybody ready for Smutty Advent to being tomorrow? I am!

TGIF!

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy - Chapter 38


Jason closed the door behind Peter, suddenly feeling a little awkward. His place was small and somewhat untidy. The bed wasn't made either, but at least the sheets were clean. The rest of his place was a mishmash of clunky furniture and big pillows; it wasn't fancy, but it was his.

"So um, home sweet home."

"Cool." One warm hand was on his waist, Peter smiling at him.

That touch grounded him, reminded him that Peter had come back here to be with him, not worry about the state of his laundry or the size of his couch. Jason turned and looped his own hands around Peter's waist, moving closer. He looked into Peter's eyes, taking stock of the man he'd brought home.

Peter was adorable -- well-built, if a little... exhausted looking.

He brushed their lips together, the kiss starting off soft -- kind of a hello there, nice to meet you. It felt special and Peter tasted good, better than the food they'd chosen not to eat could have been. It had been a good choice.

Then Peter stepped closer, brought their bodies together. Making a happy noise at the back of his throat, Jason opened up, inviting Peter to take the kiss deeper. Peter took no prisoners -- tongue pushing into his lips, parting them, fucking him and making promises. He was going to hold the man to those promises, too.

He opened wider, wanting more. Peter moaned, one hand cradling his head. Jason pressed closer, loving the way Peter knew what he wanted and took it. Peter's free hand slid down his back, hand cupping his ass and tugging them closer. He pushed between Peter's hand and Peter's front. There was a matching hardness there, rubbing on his own.

Oh, man. This was hot. Unexpected and fierce and sort of stunning. Moaning, he grabbed hold of Peter's ass with one hand, the man's shoulder with the other. He held on, letting Peter lead him wherever the man wanted.

They started rocking together, moaning and grunting into each other's mouths. He'd never been so hot for someone they'd never made it past the door. Of course, this could just be round one of many, right? Oh, man, that heavy cock rubbed against his hip, insistent as hell. Of course, right.

The kiss went even deeper and his toes curled, his nipples going hard and tight beneath his T-shirt. Peter nipped his bottom lip, then the kiss when white-hot again. If his mouth hadn't been busy he might have whimpered or begged. As it was, he did it with his body, humping against Peter.

Peter's hand slid around his hip, fingers pulling, plucking at his fly. He nodded into the kiss, wanting Peter's touch. It took a little bit, Peter fumbling with his zipper. Those fingers brushed his cock, teasing as they searched for his skin. Gasping, he bucked, trying to help; he wanted that touch, needed it.

"Open your pants, honey. Let me in."

His fingers were shaking he was so eager, but he got the zipper the rest of the way down and pushed his jeans down past his hips.

"Yes." Peter's hand wrapped around his cock, not playing around, pushing him hard.

"Fuck." He bucked into the touch, his head banging back against the door.

"Uh-huh. Fine prick." That hand measured it, base to tip.

"It's all yours."

"Good answer." That hand moved again, up and down.

Groaning, he tried to push a little, to speed the long strokes. That touch didn't hasten, though. Peter kept the rhythm, meant to drive him crazy. It was working, too. He groaned, hands wrapping around Peter's shoulders, squeezing tight.

"That's it. We'll take the edge off now, huh? Make it work."

"Uh-huh." He made his hands drag down Peter's chest, attempting to open the man's pants and return the favor.

That flat belly tightened, let him in. Groaning, he managed to get Peter's pants open, got his hand wrapped around the nice, large prick. Wow, it was a good handful. Peter nodded, grunted, and that hard prick pushed against his hand.

"Together?" he murmured, bringing Peter's prick close to his own.

"Mmmhmm. Together." Peter's hand wrapped around their cocks.

He wrapped his own hand around Peter's, adding his touch to the strokes, though he let Peter lead, let the sexy man set the pace.

"Good. Good boy." Peter dragged him into another one of those kisses.

A shiver of excitement went down his spine as Peter praised him. As Peter called him "boy."

He opened wide, moaning as Peter's tongue pushed into his mouth, owned it. He felt like he was on fucking fire, like he was in the center of a storm. His balls drew up tight against his body, his orgasm right there, he just needed a little more.

Peter bit his bottom lip, thumb rubbing over the tips of both of their cocks. He gasped, a shout pushing out of him as he came hard, pearly drops pushing up over Peter's hand.

"Oh, yeah. Good. Good boy." Peter grunted, fingers tightening a little more as he tried to get himself off.

"God, I love that."

He squeezed his hand around them, too, his other hand pushing into Peter's pants to grab his balls. Peter went up on tiptoe, hips slamming rhythmically as heat poured over his fingers.

God, the smell of them was keeping him hard. Okay, maybe it had a little to do with Peter's hand which was still wrapped around both of them, too. Or maybe it was the hot cock that slid alongside his own.

"Mmm. Round two in the bed?"

"Whatever you want, Peter. Anything."

"Anything. Damn, that sounds fine."

"It does, doesn't it?" He leaned against Peter, smiling. "I'm glad you were chased into the club, man."

"God, me too. It led me right to you."

"A good ghost then." Smiling, he grabbed Peter's hand and led him to the bed.

Time for round two.

And three.

And if he was a very, very good boy, round four.

Load of stuff Thursday!

I had a great Thanksgiving week with BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot in Texas. I hope everyone in the US had a great turkey day too, and that everyone everywhere else had a great regular day.

The holiday run has started and I'm guest blogging on two blogs today!
Jennifer Wright's Blog
Amber Kell's Birthday Bash

Tomorrow I shall be at torquere_social and Saturday is the first day of the Hot Winter Nights Blog Hop, which I'm taking part in.

I shall be doing the Smutty Advent again this year -- that also starts on Saturday right here on my LJ!

My short story Finding Kasey came out yesterday and the first book in my new series Box of Nails came out on November 21 -- This Old House.



Curt is on the lookout for someone to play with for the evening, but he doesn't feel like going into The Frayed Rope, his usual BDSM haunt. Instead, he winds up following a man with a great ass into a dance club. Could Kasey be exactly what Curt's looking for?




Devon used to be a server at the Hammer Club, the most exclusive BDSM club in town. But that was before he inherited a lot of money from his grandmother and decided to buy a big old house and convert it into apartments for Hammer Club waiters. It's hard to find decent, affordable housing and he wants to do something good for his fellow twinks. Unfortunately the house is in much worse repair than he knew when he bought it and he's slowly drowning under the weight of the demands from both the house, and the boys who live in it.

Enter Barney, the contractor Devon calls in for an emergency fix of the building's pipes. Barney's heard of the Hammer Club, in fact he's saving up for a membership, but it's going to take a while on his blue collar salary. He falls for Devon on the spot and can only hope the feeling is mutual. He also wants to make sure none of Devon’s twink friends are running roughshod over the man, and he’s determined to help.

Can they work together to find a way to keep Devon, and his old house, afloat?


I've got a Christmas short story coming out from Changeling next week. They've got some great prizes associated with their Christmas series "Santa's Helpers" and all you have to do is buy one of the stories to be entered.

And now I have to work on my November newsletter before I totally run out of time this month -- I'm so close to having successfully done a newsletter a month this year!

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy -- Chapter 37


Peter stumbled into the club, looking for... something. He thought someone was following him. No, he thought some THING was.

The club was packed, full of people dancing and drinking and playing slot machines. There was a stud behind the bar, smiling at another patron and handing out drinks. Come to think of it, most of the other patrons were pretty studly, too. They might be good at fighting... something.

His heart was pounding and he pushed up to the bar, his skin tingling. Whatever was out there was hungry and wanted him. Him.

"What can I get you?"

"I... I think..." He looked back and there was that feeling again, like someone was hungry, wanting him.

"I don't know that one, you'll have to tell me what goes in it." The bartender gave him a wink.

"Beer. Just a beer." He sat, hands on the bar, shaking.

"You okay, buddy?"

"I... I thought... I thought someone was following me."

The guy didn't mock him, just looked past him. "Doesn't look like there's anyone here who shouldn't be."

"Yeah? Okay. Okay. I'll just sit for a bit, all right?"

"Sure thing." The bartender put a beer in front of him. "I don't mind, handsome."

"Thanks." His cheek heated and he nodded, sat, tried to relax.

The bartender served a few more customers, but always came back to give him a smile, ask him how he was doing. He sipped his beer, ordered another when it was done.

"You want some food to go with that?" The bartender's green eyes smiled warmly at him.

"What are my options?" He couldn't help but smile back, let his hand slip across the bar.

"The nachos are decent." The bartender's fingers touched his. "Of course the food at the little diner across the street rocks and I get off shift in about twelve minutes."

"Oh. I can wait twelve minutes." The watched feeling had faded.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He was given a brilliant smile.

"I'm Peter." Names were good.

The bartender leaned one hip on the bar. "Hi Peter. I'm Jason."

"Hey, Jason. You've got a fabulous smile."

"Flattery will get you a freebie."

"It's just a truth. You have eight minutes left."

Jason chuckled, nodded. "I do. I'll be right back."

The guy moved off, cleaning down the bar, making sure things like the jar of lemon slices were topped up and then talking with the other bartender.

Peter looked behind him, searching for a hint of that hunter, that other, but there was nothing.

By the time he'd finished his beer, Jason was coming around the bar. "Night, Robin!" Jason waved to the other bartender who waved back before returning to his customer. "Okay, Peter. I'm all yours."

"That's a promising thought." He stood and held out one hand.

Jason's hand slid into his. It was big and warm and it made him feel somehow safe. Jason's wide shoulders and solid chest didn't hurt that any, either.

"You worked here long?" He could lose himself in this man, just for a night, maybe two.

"A couple years. It's a good place to work." They slipped out the door and onto the street. Jason pointed to a diner sitting catty-corner from the club. "Best food in town."

"Never been there." His place was on the east side, a weird little loft apartment with huge windows.

It felt good to walk along with Jason's fingers twined around his. "You'll see. Nothing fancy, but good food doesn't need gold-covered plates to be tasty."

"What's the best here?"

Jason led him to a booth near the window where they could sit and watch people going by on the street. "The steak and potatoes with apple pie and ice cream to finish it up."

"Sounds perfect." He looked at the window, the street was dead, quiet.

"You're looking out there like you're expecting to see something."

"I just... I thought someone was following me. It was weird. Really."

"Yeah, that's right -- you told me that at the bar." Jason peered out the window. "Looks pretty empty out there now."

"I know. I must be having a paranoid day."

Jason reached over and took his hand again, squeezed. "We all have them, huh?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we do." He hoped.

A waiter came over and grinned at them. "You guys want more than just coffee?"

Peter nodded. They sure did. "My friend would like steak and I think I'll join him."

A little heat flared in Jason's eyes. "I like the way you take charge."

"It is what you wanted, hmm?" He reached out, stroked Jason's knee.

"It is."

"Good." The man felt warm, solid, and Peter suddenly wanted Jason, wanted to lick and nuzzle and bite.

Maybe Jason saw it in him, because the man's eyes didn't lose any of that heat.

The waiter cleared his throat. "How do you like your steaks?"

"Medium, please." Jason might have answered the waiter, but his gaze stayed glued to Peter's.

"That sounds perfect." Peter was caught in those eyes.

"You want drinks?"

"What do we want to drink, Peter?"

"Coffee and water. We want to be sober." He was pretty damn sure about that.

"We do, huh?" Peter's foot slid along his leg. "Good."

That made him shiver. Yeah. Yeah, it was good. Damned good.

He could almost hear the waiter's eyes rolling, but the guy didn't say anything and he and Jason didn't look. The waiter left and they kept sitting, kept staring. Jason's smile was brilliant, and that foot started wandering higher up his leg.

"Mmm. Feels good. You... I'm assuming you're not taken?"

"No, not taken at all. You too, huh?" Jason grinned. "Or should that be you not too?"

"No. I'm not involved. I had a break up about a year ago, and have just... surfed around."

"Lucky for me."

Peter chuckled, nodded. "Lucky for both of us."

"Yeah. You wanna come back to my place after? I live pretty damn close."

"That sounds like one hell of a good idea."

If possible, Jason's smile got a bit brighter. "What do you like?"

"Sex. I'm a huge fan. Touching, licking, sucking, fucking. I like an eager partner."

"I do eager really well. Eagerly, even."

He chuckled. His day was going from bad to better. "I could do you really well."

"I just bet you could." Jason licked his lips.

"What about you? What are you into?" he asked.

"I like someone who can take charge."

"And you think you can get that from a guy who was running from a ghost?"

Jason chuckled. "I think you do much better with men than ghosts."

"I hope so. I'm just starting with you."

Jason groaned, eyes going to half-mast. "Are you really that hungry?"

"I don't know. You have an affect on me."

"Maybe like the one you have on me?"

"Maybe." He shifted, trying to make room in his jeans.

"You wanna go?" Jason dug into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.

"You're serious about not being hungry?"

"Not for food. Not anymore."

"Then let's go." He put two twenties on the table for the waiter's trouble.

"Let me get at least get half of that." Jason pulled out a twenty as well, but something told Peter he'd respond well to being told to put his money away.

"Put your money away. You can be breakfast." He stop, chuckled. "Buy breakfast."

"How about both?" Jason reached out and touched his hand. "I'm glad you came in, Peter. I think I'm going to be even gladder in the morning."

"I hope so." Their fingers twined together.

Jason squeezed his fingers and his eyes were full of promise.

It was going to be a great night. It made a nice change to being chased by something scary.

Random Friday

In Time of Need is number one at aRe. Woo!

Late as usual, but better late than never, my winner for the Charity Sip Blog Hop is chaoskir . Please email me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) so I can send you your gift certificate.

Today's chapter of Club Fantasy will be up in a bit. In the meantime, I've got a bunch of books coming in the next month and so here they are, with covers and release days (because really, some of these covers really rock and any excuse to reuse them will do!




Devon used to be a server at the Hammer Club, but that was before he inherited a lot of money from his grandmother and decided to buy a big old house and convert it into apartments for Hammer Club waiters. It's hard to find decent, affordable housing and he wants to do something good for his fellow twinks. Unfortunately the house is in much worse repair than he knew when he bought it and he's slowly drowning under the weight of the demands from both the house, and the boys who live in it.

Enter Barney, the contractor Devon calls in for an emergency fix of the building's pipes. Barney's heard of the Hammer Club, in fact he's saving up for a membership, but it's going to take a while on his blue collar salary. He falls for Devon on the spot and can only hope the feeling is mutual.

Can they work together to find a way to keep Devon, and his old house, afloat?

Coming November 21 -- that's next week! I'm really looking forward to everyone meeting Devon and Barney.




Finding Kasey

Curt's on the lookout for someone to play with for the evening, but he doesn't feel like going into The Frayed Rope, his usual BDSM haunt. Instead, he winds up following the man with a great ass into a dance club. Could Kasey be exactly what Curt's looking for?

Coming out November 28 -- I love the new short story cover Torquere is doing for BDSM themed short stories.




Christmas Elves are Ringing

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?

This one is coming out as a part of Changeling's Santa's Helpers Christmas story series and will be available December 7.




This novel is coming out on December 12, as is the next Hammer novel Beaten, which I don't have a cover for yet.




Ryan Coulter is a sports science graduate, who's deep in the closet. Returning to his college town to be in a frat buddy's wedding, he discovers he still has feelings for his old college lover, Daniel James Delout. Too bad he's still in the closet and DJ most definitely is not, the main reason why they broke up in the first place. To complicate matters further, DJ is now blind, and is, somehow, almost maddeningly Zen about the blindness, Ryan, everything.

Can Ryan ignore his stronger than ever attraction to DJ and just get through the rehearsal, wedding and reception? Does he even want to? And what happens if he and DJ do reconnect? After all, he’s still in the closet, right?

Coming on December 16 as a part of Amber Allure's "This Old Gang of Mine" Pax collection.




This is my Christmas offering from Torquere Press this year -- it's a novella about a man named Alec who asks his best friend to be his gift to his lover for the week, as Kono has all these fantasies that Alec just can't fulfill, but his friend Snow is quite the Top, and Alec gets off on watching... so it's a match made in heaven, right? As long as everyone remembers the rules...

It's kinky and it's hot and it's coming out December 19.




En Prise is the third book in the Chess series and it won't be available until spring 2013, but the manuscript is in and the cover is done and I think it's a great addition to the series. I'm working on book four. (there were only three planned, but the boys took off with the plot -- why am I surprised?)