Sean Michael's Blog, page 48
July 3, 2012
Breaking Cover out!
Breaking Cover, my first release with Resplendence is now out!
Home for six months after an undercover assignment at BDSM club Testing Leather, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.
Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him.
Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?
It's here!
Brian let himself into his bungalow and put his gun and badge in the lockbox in the hall closet. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a long swig before stretching and heading for the couch and the remote.
God, it had been a long day.
He couldn’t seem to be able to get back into the groove since the undercover job at Twisted Leather. Twisted Leather. Jesus. What a stupid fucking name. The place had been…fucking insane. Fucking crazy.
Leather and whips and more fucking sex than was probably healthy.
Of course, it was the drug trade in the back they’d really been after, and they’d shut that shit right down.
It had been the longest six months of his fucking life. Six months of living deep undercover, living in leather and…
Fuck, he had to stop obsessing about it. He wasn’t Nick anymore, damn it.
Brian found some inane comedy on the TV and grabbed the phone. He’d order a pizza, drink a few beers and be fucking normal. He hit two on the speed dial—one was the precinct—and grinned as Gary’s voice came over the phone.
“Officer Hurley! Happy Monday! You want sausage or pepperoni today?”
“Let’s go with both. You got those cream-filled cannoli, too?”
“I do. You glad to be back from your training?” Gary had asked every time Brian had called since he’d come home.
Training. It hadn’t been training… “Yeah, yeah. Back to dead bodies. It’s a real treat.” He might be making light of it, but the truth was that he loved his job.
“You’re a good guy, man. I’ll get your order out.”
“Thanks, Gary. I appreciate it.”
He hung up and started flicking through the channels on TV. Trash, trash, cop show, news, more trash. God. None of this was going to distract him.
The knock came just about the time he was going to throw his remote through the TV screen.
“Perfect timing, man,” he said as he threw open the door.
“Hey, Brian.” Sam. It was fucking Sam. Standing there. No. No, wait. His real name was Griff. Fuck.
Brian just stared, like an idiot, for about ninety seconds.
This was the man he’d been undercover with for six long months. This was the man he’d beaten, tortured, branded. The man who had lived as his.
He finally managed to open his mouth and make something come out. “Griffin.”
“Yeah. I… Hey.”
God, the man looked amazing—whip-lean, sharp, a little strung-out, even though Brian knew he wasn’t.
His cock started to fill and he cleared his throat. “Hey. You wanna come in?”
“Yeah. Yeah, if that’s cool.”
He stepped back, letting Griff in.
The man was in a pair of tissue-thin jeans, and a black t-shirt that clung to every little ripple, showed a hint of the pierced nipples. Brian had done that. Him. Fuck. The man’s hair was regulation—short-short for SWAT, exposing the sharp cheekbones, the bright green eyes.
As the man walked past him, Brian checked out that fucking fine ass. God-damn. Was it any wonder he was having trouble forgetting this?
Griff stood behind the recliner, looking Brian’s house over, eyes quick, curious.
“You want a beer or something?”
“Yeah. No. Yes, please.”
Brian snorted, but he went to the kitchen to get a couple cans. When he got back, Griff was perched on the arm of the chair, lips twisted.
Jesus, Brian wanted to bend the man over and fuck him into the chair.
“You back on regular duty, Detective?” Griff took the beer, popped the top.
“I am. You?”
“Yeah. Lots of training.”
“So you’ve been busy. Back in the deep end, yeah?” He took a swig of his beer, watching every move Griff made.
“Yeah. You know how it is for us. Lots of training, then a mission.”
Mission, not a case. Those SWAT boys were insane. Brian licked his lips. Utterly insane. That didn’t stop his cock from starting to press against its zipper. “So…”
“Yeah.” Griff shot the beer back, throat working. When those eyes met Brian’s, they were fucking burning. “I came to see if you… I mean, shit, man. How did you give it up?”
“How did I give it up?” Shit, he’d been jacking off to the memories ever since.
“Yeah. I can’t…” Griff’s cheeks were bright, bright red. “I can’t fucking get it up, man. I even hired a pro. Nothing’s fucking working.” The beer can was crushed in one hand. “How did you give it up?”
He choked on his own Miller Lite. “You hired a pro?”
“Yeah. It’s been three fucking months since I got off. My balls hurt.”
Brian considered that for a long moment, considered his own fantasy material over the last six months.
Then he nodded and cleared his throat again. “Down on your knees, boy.”
Home for six months after an undercover assignment at BDSM club Testing Leather, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.
Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him.
Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?
It's here!
Brian let himself into his bungalow and put his gun and badge in the lockbox in the hall closet. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a long swig before stretching and heading for the couch and the remote.
God, it had been a long day.
He couldn’t seem to be able to get back into the groove since the undercover job at Twisted Leather. Twisted Leather. Jesus. What a stupid fucking name. The place had been…fucking insane. Fucking crazy.
Leather and whips and more fucking sex than was probably healthy.
Of course, it was the drug trade in the back they’d really been after, and they’d shut that shit right down.
It had been the longest six months of his fucking life. Six months of living deep undercover, living in leather and…
Fuck, he had to stop obsessing about it. He wasn’t Nick anymore, damn it.
Brian found some inane comedy on the TV and grabbed the phone. He’d order a pizza, drink a few beers and be fucking normal. He hit two on the speed dial—one was the precinct—and grinned as Gary’s voice came over the phone.
“Officer Hurley! Happy Monday! You want sausage or pepperoni today?”
“Let’s go with both. You got those cream-filled cannoli, too?”
“I do. You glad to be back from your training?” Gary had asked every time Brian had called since he’d come home.
Training. It hadn’t been training… “Yeah, yeah. Back to dead bodies. It’s a real treat.” He might be making light of it, but the truth was that he loved his job.
“You’re a good guy, man. I’ll get your order out.”
“Thanks, Gary. I appreciate it.”
He hung up and started flicking through the channels on TV. Trash, trash, cop show, news, more trash. God. None of this was going to distract him.
The knock came just about the time he was going to throw his remote through the TV screen.
“Perfect timing, man,” he said as he threw open the door.
“Hey, Brian.” Sam. It was fucking Sam. Standing there. No. No, wait. His real name was Griff. Fuck.
Brian just stared, like an idiot, for about ninety seconds.
This was the man he’d been undercover with for six long months. This was the man he’d beaten, tortured, branded. The man who had lived as his.
He finally managed to open his mouth and make something come out. “Griffin.”
“Yeah. I… Hey.”
God, the man looked amazing—whip-lean, sharp, a little strung-out, even though Brian knew he wasn’t.
His cock started to fill and he cleared his throat. “Hey. You wanna come in?”
“Yeah. Yeah, if that’s cool.”
He stepped back, letting Griff in.
The man was in a pair of tissue-thin jeans, and a black t-shirt that clung to every little ripple, showed a hint of the pierced nipples. Brian had done that. Him. Fuck. The man’s hair was regulation—short-short for SWAT, exposing the sharp cheekbones, the bright green eyes.
As the man walked past him, Brian checked out that fucking fine ass. God-damn. Was it any wonder he was having trouble forgetting this?
Griff stood behind the recliner, looking Brian’s house over, eyes quick, curious.
“You want a beer or something?”
“Yeah. No. Yes, please.”
Brian snorted, but he went to the kitchen to get a couple cans. When he got back, Griff was perched on the arm of the chair, lips twisted.
Jesus, Brian wanted to bend the man over and fuck him into the chair.
“You back on regular duty, Detective?” Griff took the beer, popped the top.
“I am. You?”
“Yeah. Lots of training.”
“So you’ve been busy. Back in the deep end, yeah?” He took a swig of his beer, watching every move Griff made.
“Yeah. You know how it is for us. Lots of training, then a mission.”
Mission, not a case. Those SWAT boys were insane. Brian licked his lips. Utterly insane. That didn’t stop his cock from starting to press against its zipper. “So…”
“Yeah.” Griff shot the beer back, throat working. When those eyes met Brian’s, they were fucking burning. “I came to see if you… I mean, shit, man. How did you give it up?”
“How did I give it up?” Shit, he’d been jacking off to the memories ever since.
“Yeah. I can’t…” Griff’s cheeks were bright, bright red. “I can’t fucking get it up, man. I even hired a pro. Nothing’s fucking working.” The beer can was crushed in one hand. “How did you give it up?”
He choked on his own Miller Lite. “You hired a pro?”
“Yeah. It’s been three fucking months since I got off. My balls hurt.”
Brian considered that for a long moment, considered his own fantasy material over the last six months.
Then he nodded and cleared his throat again. “Down on your knees, boy.”
July 2, 2012
My God it's Monday
I'm feeling hot and cranky today -- I probably need a nice steak for dinner and beer to relax and then I can start tomorrow out fresh.
Got a submission in today. I'll tell more once I hear back from the publisher.
Changeling Press is having a Christmas in July sale. Buy any Seasonal Theme novella in July and get 10% off your whole order if you use the dicount code ChristmasinJuly.
I have three books out this week from three different publishers! Breaking Cover from Resplendence tomorrow, Two Men for Two Brothers, a Velvet Glove story from Torquere on the 4th, and Shibari Auction House: Ben on Friday from Changeling. Busy week!
All right, that steak is calling my name and the beer is making rude suggestions, so I'm off!
Got a submission in today. I'll tell more once I hear back from the publisher.
Changeling Press is having a Christmas in July sale. Buy any Seasonal Theme novella in July and get 10% off your whole order if you use the dicount code ChristmasinJuly.
I have three books out this week from three different publishers! Breaking Cover from Resplendence tomorrow, Two Men for Two Brothers, a Velvet Glove story from Torquere on the 4th, and Shibari Auction House: Ben on Friday from Changeling. Busy week!
All right, that steak is calling my name and the beer is making rude suggestions, so I'm off!
July 1, 2012
Happy Canada Day!
Happy Canada Day to my Canadian Readers!
June 30, 2012
June 2012 newsletter out -- coming soons, recent releases...
June 2012 newsletter out -- coming soons, recent releases, 2 contests, jarheads erase board moment, another chapter of One Kitty to Join Them... Find it here.
June 29, 2012
A is for Andy and Ramping Up excerpts
It was my day over on
torquere_social
today -- posted smutty excerpts for A is for Andy and for the upcoming Ramping Up, a Mike and Jessy story.
torquere_social
today -- posted smutty excerpts for A is for Andy and for the upcoming Ramping Up, a Mike and Jessy story.
random Friday
Get 20% off at Torquere Press with code pride2012. Good until Saturday night.
Saw more swimming last night. Love Phelps' "wing flaps" as he warms up. Fair warning -- there will likely be a lot of commentary on the Olympics over the next month and a half. A lot of it from the shallow end of the pool What? Have you seen those bodies?
Speaking of the Olympics, the Hamemr boys are getting in on the act with a retired swimmer at loose ends and his former Coach.
Ramping Up comes out mid-July -- it's a Mike and Jessy short story.
I guess I'd better get my newsletter going... but not today because it's hot, it's after five and it's time for a beer! Or maybe some hard lemonade.
Good weekend all!
Saw more swimming last night. Love Phelps' "wing flaps" as he warms up. Fair warning -- there will likely be a lot of commentary on the Olympics over the next month and a half. A lot of it from the shallow end of the pool What? Have you seen those bodies?
Speaking of the Olympics, the Hamemr boys are getting in on the act with a retired swimmer at loose ends and his former Coach.
Ramping Up comes out mid-July -- it's a Mike and Jessy short story.
I guess I'd better get my newsletter going... but not today because it's hot, it's after five and it's time for a beer! Or maybe some hard lemonade.
Good weekend all!
Fiction Friday
Club Fantasy, Chapter 21
Tank blinked, his jaw about on the floor, his mind still rather blown by the kiss he'd just seen. It was maybe the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Ever. Two hot guys who were also twins? Shit, someone had looked right into his brain and discovered his biggest fantasy.
And plopped it right into his lap.
He watched twin asses in tight pants sashaying away from him toward the elevators. With a start, he shook himself and followed.
Rick looked back, offered him a grin. "You cool, man?" Mickey's hand was sliding down, rubbing his twin's butt.
"No, no I'm not cool at all." He grinned right back. "But that's not a bad thing." He was hard as nails and he let his prick lead the way right to the elevators to join the twins as they waited.
The elevator dinged, opened up like it was waiting for them and the twins slipped inside. He followed, unable to keep from reaching out to touch their asses. They both pushed back into his touch, moving together like they were joined at the hip.
Fuck, that was... like all his best fantasies.
He made a soft noise and squeezed his hands. They felt just alike. "What floor?" he asked, voice thick.
"Six." Mickey reached back, pushed the button, baring the long throat. Rick leaned in, mouth open, latching on.
Fuck. Tank could watch them all night long. "Just look at that."
"Mmmhmm." Rick's eyes were beautiful -- sharp and needy and wanton and staring right at him.
"I could watch all night." Of course he wanted to do more than just watch.
"You want more than that, don't you?" That was Mickey, long hair tickling his wrist, reading his mind. Or maybe the bulge in his jeans.
"I do." He slid his fingers up and into Mickey's mane, the hair silky and soft.
"Oh..." Mickey moaned, arched a little farther, grinding against Rick.
"This is okay, right?" He wanted to make sure they were all on the same page, that this was about him with them, not just him watching. Of course if that's all it was, he could go for that, too.
"Yes. Yes, please." Mickey's eyes were dancing. "We play, so long as we play together."
"Fucking A." He leaned down and took Mickey's mouth.
Mickey tasted good -- spicy and hungry and rich -- and the kiss was unbelievably eager.
He reached out for the other twin, for Rick, fingers wrapping around one shoulder. He could feel Rick's body, rippling and moving, shifting under his touch.
The ding of the elevator was a cruel interruption, but he reminded himself they were headed for a room, which meant a bed, which would make this all the better.
"Come on. I have the key." Mickey slunk out, Rick chuckling and following behind.
"You two are... fuck. Sexy." He wasn't a fancy talker or anything, but Tank usually managed better than he was tonight; they had him all tongue-twisted.
Rick looked back at him, smiled. Rick looked older, more serious with the shorter hair. Tank smiled back, reaching out to touch Rick's face. Rick blinked a little, and then pushed into his touch. Mickey stood there, key card in hand, beaming at them.
Tank’s cock was beating at his zipper, trying to get out, to get to the twins. He curled his fingers around Rick's cheek, leaning in to bring their lips together. Oh, God. Soft and moist, those lips were a promise of pure heaven, ecstasy. He slid his tongue between them, eager to taste Rick's mouth.
He barely heard the sound of the door opening, he was caught in the flavor and heat of that kiss. He followed Rick as the man moved backward, though, not willing to lose contact yet.
Mickey was guiding them, moaning happily as they kissed. "Fuck, that's hot. So fine."
He broke the kiss, reaching for Mickey, wanting a direct comparison -- did they taste different or the same?
Mickey was sharper edged, the kiss surprisingly hungry.
The sound of the door closing startled him -- he hadn't even noticed they'd moved all the way into the room.
"You've got a great mouth." Rick's lips were near his ear, teasing him.
"All the better to kiss you with." He laughed. God, they had him half off his head.
"Mmm. Do you have a big, bad cock?" Mickey was laughing at him, with him, eyes dancing.
"Well, as a matter of fact..." It was certainly big right now. Big and hard and trying to beat its way out of his jeans.
"All the better..." Rick started.
Mickey clapped and finished, "...to fuck us with."
"You two are something else. I still can't believe I'm here. With both of you."
Mickey slid down to his knees, hands working his belt open. "Believe it."
He groaned, watching those clever fingers work on his jeans. "Oh, fuck. I believe. I believe."
"I want to suck you, and then we'll do something else, okay?"
Okay? Christ. Okay didn't even begin to describe it.
"Go for it, Mickey." His prick was big, and it pushed out eagerly as Mickey got his zipper undone.
"Oh, look at that..." Mickey moaned, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, even as Rick's hand dropped to the base, started jacking him off.
A shudder moved through him. "Please. Oh, fuck."
"Uh-huh. Fuck. Suck. We're going to have so much fun, man. Tell me you don't have to leave first thing in the morning."
Mickey's mouth was working him, sliding up and down, driving him crazy.
"I don't -- I'm yours." It was the answer he would have given no matter what he had going on in the morning. As luck would have it, he didn’t have to blow anything off to stay.
"Good." Teeth caught his earlobe, just enough to sting, not enough to hurt.
He bucked, cockhead pushing into Mickey's mouth, making him moan. Mickey sucked him like a pro, the pressure just right -- enough to feel, but not enough to push him over. Not yet.
He wrapped one hand in the long hair, the other sliding around Rick's neck. He managed to tear his gaze away from what Mickey was doing to his cock long enough to give Rick a kiss. Oh, shit. Rick kissed him so hard that his knees buckled, the man not holding back at all.
They were going to blow his mind with their mouths.
His hips started moving, rocking forward over and over. Somehow Rick found Mickey's rhythm, Tank’s mouth getting fucked with the same speed he was taking Mickey's lips. Soft keening sounds were torn out of him, filled Rick's mouth. One of Rick's hands slid down his spine, fingers teasing his crack.
He tore out of the kiss. "Shit. Gonna..." It was the best he could do, hips snapping now as his orgasm barrelled down on him.
"Come on. Come on. He can take it. You're good, man. Shoot for us." Rick's voice pushed and pushed.
"Fuck!" Just like that he came, shooting hard down Mickey's throat. That hot tongue slid over his shaft, cleaning him, easing him down. "Oh, damn. Thank you. Thank you." He looked from one face to the other, so alike, so similar.
"Mmmhmm. It's just the beginning." Rick’s words teased his ear as Mickey licked the tip of his cock.
"I am one lucky fucker." The luckiest.
"Mmm. We're all of us winners."
The twins made the same happy, horny little sound. He beamed at them and opened his arms.
Tank couldn't wait to keep on winning, all night long.
Tank blinked, his jaw about on the floor, his mind still rather blown by the kiss he'd just seen. It was maybe the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Ever. Two hot guys who were also twins? Shit, someone had looked right into his brain and discovered his biggest fantasy.
And plopped it right into his lap.
He watched twin asses in tight pants sashaying away from him toward the elevators. With a start, he shook himself and followed.
Rick looked back, offered him a grin. "You cool, man?" Mickey's hand was sliding down, rubbing his twin's butt.
"No, no I'm not cool at all." He grinned right back. "But that's not a bad thing." He was hard as nails and he let his prick lead the way right to the elevators to join the twins as they waited.
The elevator dinged, opened up like it was waiting for them and the twins slipped inside. He followed, unable to keep from reaching out to touch their asses. They both pushed back into his touch, moving together like they were joined at the hip.
Fuck, that was... like all his best fantasies.
He made a soft noise and squeezed his hands. They felt just alike. "What floor?" he asked, voice thick.
"Six." Mickey reached back, pushed the button, baring the long throat. Rick leaned in, mouth open, latching on.
Fuck. Tank could watch them all night long. "Just look at that."
"Mmmhmm." Rick's eyes were beautiful -- sharp and needy and wanton and staring right at him.
"I could watch all night." Of course he wanted to do more than just watch.
"You want more than that, don't you?" That was Mickey, long hair tickling his wrist, reading his mind. Or maybe the bulge in his jeans.
"I do." He slid his fingers up and into Mickey's mane, the hair silky and soft.
"Oh..." Mickey moaned, arched a little farther, grinding against Rick.
"This is okay, right?" He wanted to make sure they were all on the same page, that this was about him with them, not just him watching. Of course if that's all it was, he could go for that, too.
"Yes. Yes, please." Mickey's eyes were dancing. "We play, so long as we play together."
"Fucking A." He leaned down and took Mickey's mouth.
Mickey tasted good -- spicy and hungry and rich -- and the kiss was unbelievably eager.
He reached out for the other twin, for Rick, fingers wrapping around one shoulder. He could feel Rick's body, rippling and moving, shifting under his touch.
The ding of the elevator was a cruel interruption, but he reminded himself they were headed for a room, which meant a bed, which would make this all the better.
"Come on. I have the key." Mickey slunk out, Rick chuckling and following behind.
"You two are... fuck. Sexy." He wasn't a fancy talker or anything, but Tank usually managed better than he was tonight; they had him all tongue-twisted.
Rick looked back at him, smiled. Rick looked older, more serious with the shorter hair. Tank smiled back, reaching out to touch Rick's face. Rick blinked a little, and then pushed into his touch. Mickey stood there, key card in hand, beaming at them.
Tank’s cock was beating at his zipper, trying to get out, to get to the twins. He curled his fingers around Rick's cheek, leaning in to bring their lips together. Oh, God. Soft and moist, those lips were a promise of pure heaven, ecstasy. He slid his tongue between them, eager to taste Rick's mouth.
He barely heard the sound of the door opening, he was caught in the flavor and heat of that kiss. He followed Rick as the man moved backward, though, not willing to lose contact yet.
Mickey was guiding them, moaning happily as they kissed. "Fuck, that's hot. So fine."
He broke the kiss, reaching for Mickey, wanting a direct comparison -- did they taste different or the same?
Mickey was sharper edged, the kiss surprisingly hungry.
The sound of the door closing startled him -- he hadn't even noticed they'd moved all the way into the room.
"You've got a great mouth." Rick's lips were near his ear, teasing him.
"All the better to kiss you with." He laughed. God, they had him half off his head.
"Mmm. Do you have a big, bad cock?" Mickey was laughing at him, with him, eyes dancing.
"Well, as a matter of fact..." It was certainly big right now. Big and hard and trying to beat its way out of his jeans.
"All the better..." Rick started.
Mickey clapped and finished, "...to fuck us with."
"You two are something else. I still can't believe I'm here. With both of you."
Mickey slid down to his knees, hands working his belt open. "Believe it."
He groaned, watching those clever fingers work on his jeans. "Oh, fuck. I believe. I believe."
"I want to suck you, and then we'll do something else, okay?"
Okay? Christ. Okay didn't even begin to describe it.
"Go for it, Mickey." His prick was big, and it pushed out eagerly as Mickey got his zipper undone.
"Oh, look at that..." Mickey moaned, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, even as Rick's hand dropped to the base, started jacking him off.
A shudder moved through him. "Please. Oh, fuck."
"Uh-huh. Fuck. Suck. We're going to have so much fun, man. Tell me you don't have to leave first thing in the morning."
Mickey's mouth was working him, sliding up and down, driving him crazy.
"I don't -- I'm yours." It was the answer he would have given no matter what he had going on in the morning. As luck would have it, he didn’t have to blow anything off to stay.
"Good." Teeth caught his earlobe, just enough to sting, not enough to hurt.
He bucked, cockhead pushing into Mickey's mouth, making him moan. Mickey sucked him like a pro, the pressure just right -- enough to feel, but not enough to push him over. Not yet.
He wrapped one hand in the long hair, the other sliding around Rick's neck. He managed to tear his gaze away from what Mickey was doing to his cock long enough to give Rick a kiss. Oh, shit. Rick kissed him so hard that his knees buckled, the man not holding back at all.
They were going to blow his mind with their mouths.
His hips started moving, rocking forward over and over. Somehow Rick found Mickey's rhythm, Tank’s mouth getting fucked with the same speed he was taking Mickey's lips. Soft keening sounds were torn out of him, filled Rick's mouth. One of Rick's hands slid down his spine, fingers teasing his crack.
He tore out of the kiss. "Shit. Gonna..." It was the best he could do, hips snapping now as his orgasm barrelled down on him.
"Come on. Come on. He can take it. You're good, man. Shoot for us." Rick's voice pushed and pushed.
"Fuck!" Just like that he came, shooting hard down Mickey's throat. That hot tongue slid over his shaft, cleaning him, easing him down. "Oh, damn. Thank you. Thank you." He looked from one face to the other, so alike, so similar.
"Mmmhmm. It's just the beginning." Rick’s words teased his ear as Mickey licked the tip of his cock.
"I am one lucky fucker." The luckiest.
"Mmm. We're all of us winners."
The twins made the same happy, horny little sound. He beamed at them and opened his arms.
Tank couldn't wait to keep on winning, all night long.
June 28, 2012
Thursday Three
Three books that will be released next week:
Home for six months after an undercover assignment at BDSM club Testing Leather, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him. Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?
Coming July 3 from Resplendence Publishing
Two Men for Two Brothers, a Velvet Glove story
Kytan and Rivan love what they have, but they know they need more. When two emotionally damaged young men find their way into Ky and Van's lives, they decide they've found the perfect family. Can they convince Hinton and Jewel they know what's best?
Coming July 4 from Torquere Press
Hurt in the past, Ben doesn¹t like subbing for the same man more than once. Three years ago, he let Master Lukas buy him over multiple evenings, only to cut and run when he felt himself beginning to fall for the perceptive and handsome Master. Returning to the Shibari Auction House stage, is he ready to pick up where he and Master Lukas left off? Is Lukas? Only time will tell.
Coming July 6 from Changeling Press
Home for six months after an undercover assignment at BDSM club Testing Leather, Homicide detective Brian Hurley can't shake the memories, or the feelings he developed, for undercover partner Griffin McManus.Griffin's having his own problems in the aftermath of the job, and he shows up on Brian's doorstep, hoping one last night together will allow him to put it all behind him. Will reconnecting as themselves help them let go, or will they find everything they need in each other?
Coming July 3 from Resplendence Publishing
Two Men for Two Brothers, a Velvet Glove story
Kytan and Rivan love what they have, but they know they need more. When two emotionally damaged young men find their way into Ky and Van's lives, they decide they've found the perfect family. Can they convince Hinton and Jewel they know what's best?
Coming July 4 from Torquere Press
Hurt in the past, Ben doesn¹t like subbing for the same man more than once. Three years ago, he let Master Lukas buy him over multiple evenings, only to cut and run when he felt himself beginning to fall for the perceptive and handsome Master. Returning to the Shibari Auction House stage, is he ready to pick up where he and Master Lukas left off? Is Lukas? Only time will tell.
Coming July 6 from Changeling Press
June 26, 2012
Two on Tuesday
1 - Had a story accepted for Evernight Publishing's Lover Unexpected Anthology.
Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.
Join us for ten tales of sexy and decadent discoveries as these gloriously hot men find all the love, lust and orgasmic delight they could ever want—closer than they expected.
2 - I'm feeling inexplicably cranky today. I think I shall retire and have a beer (or two).
Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.
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2 - I'm feeling inexplicably cranky today. I think I shall retire and have a beer (or two).
June 25, 2012
My God It's Monday
Much cooler today than it was all last week (and half the temp of Wednesday and Thursday!) I like it and will enjoy it until it gets hotter again (Wednesday).
Got my cover for the next Shibari Auction House book (which comes out on July 6).
Torquere has a sale on for Pride - 20% off. The code is pride2012 and it's good until Saturday night. Which makes it a great time to pick up some of my recent releases, if you haven't yet: A is for Andy, a Hammer story, Market Day, a Hammer story, Searching the Seas, and Touch and Trust, a Velvet Glove story. Or something from my back catalog.
Got my cover for the next Shibari Auction House book (which comes out on July 6).
Torquere has a sale on for Pride - 20% off. The code is pride2012 and it's good until Saturday night. Which makes it a great time to pick up some of my recent releases, if you haven't yet: A is for Andy, a Hammer story, Market Day, a Hammer story, Searching the Seas, and Touch and Trust, a Velvet Glove story. Or something from my back catalog.
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