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Happy Easter

Happy Easter or Good Passover or Happy Sunday to you all.

Torquere has a special on -- 20% off when you use the code easter2012 and it's good through to Monday night.

Today's the last day to get your entry in to my contest for the Hoppy Easter Blog Hop. Details here.

I got my webpage updated and there's a new contest on the contest page.

Friday's fiction post will be along shortly -- better late than never, right?

Easter Blog Hop!

I'm taking part in an Easter Blog Hop.

My contest is easy -- just send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) with "easter" in the subject line and you'll be in the running for a copy of the ebook of your choice from my back list. The contest runs until April 8, so I'll draw the winner on April 9.

Check out the blog hop site for chances to witn hundreds of other participating authors!

Shibari Auction House: Alec now out!

Experienced sub Alec is back at the Shibari Auction House to sell two more years of his time after his master of ten years turns him in for a "newer model." Novice Top Benj can't believe anyone would throw the lovely Alec away or complain that he's too old and snaps Alec up for twice the asking price.

Could it be both men are looking for more than a sale and some fun, and is it possible they'll find it together?

there's an excerpt here

you can buy it here

A Bird in the Hand out!

A Bird in the Hand, a Velvet Glove story is now out.

Kestrel makes sure everything runs smoothly at the Velvet Glove. He takes care of everyone, but who takes care of him? The Glove's Bartender Jim has some good ideas about making Kestrel happy, but when he asks Kes to join him on a date, will things go as he plans?

Originally published on the Turn of the Screw serial service and in the print book Velvet Glove: Volume 2

You can read an excerpt here.

You can buy it here.

My God it's Monday

And maybe also My God it's April.

I have two books coming out this week.

On Wednesday from Torquere Press is A Bird in the Hand from the print book Velvet Glove, Volume 2.

On Friday from Changeling Press is Shibari Auction House: Alec. I really loved working with Alec and Benj, they just flowed like crazy.

That's all I've got today.

It's the weekend!

It's also the last day of the month and I got my newsletter out -- for March. Almost didn't make it, but I did. So woo. You can find my newsletter here.

I'm over on the Guys Like Romance, Too! blog today, talking about Playing with Fire.

This week A Bird in the Hand, a Velvet Glove story comes out (Wednesday in fact). This is the story of Kes, the rainbow-haired host of the Velvet Glove.

Here are the release dates to go with the covers in Thursday's post.

Shibari Auction House: Alec is out on Friday at Changeling Press.

Obedience Classes is in Storm Moon Press' Like it or Not anthology, which is coming out on May 11.

And Dirty Kisses is a short story coming out May 27 from Amber Allure.

You can learn more about all three in the March newsletter.

Okay, there are errands to do and characters demanding I share their stories, so I am off.

Happy Weekend :)

I'm over at torquere_social today, talking about food, So...

I'm over at torquere_social today, talking about food, Solitary, A Bird in the Hand and Trust.

I'm almost finished with March's newsletter -- another one coming in right under the wire.

Happy weekend!

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy -- Chapter 12


Tinsel.

Garland.

Sparkly lights.

It was like the North Pole had exploded in the club.

Seth loved it.

He wandered through the mostly-empty place, whistling Frosty the Snowman and drinking a spiked egg nog.

Michael was... well, Michael was off on some errand that had apparently just had to be done before Christmas, or else. The implication was that it was something for the Boss, but Seth was suspicious.

It didn't matter anyway, because there was his lover now, dressed in an all white suit with a bright red tie that boasted fairy lights and, if he wasn't mistaken, was playing a tinny rendition of O Little Town of Bethlehem.

Dude. That rocked. He chuckled and headed over, tail twitching in time with the music.

Michael's face broke out into a grin as soon as his lover saw him. There were sparkles on Michael's cheeks and eyelashes, and in his curls, as if he'd gotten caught in a giant snowglobe.

"You look like an angel..." He ducked the swat, grinning into Michael's eyes.

"Shithead." Michael's eyes slid over him, taking in his suit, that pretty pink tongue coming out to slide over those red lips. "You're looking good enough to fuck yourself."

"That would be an impossible task. Well, unless I used my tail, but it's pointy." He grinned, the edges of his horns peeking out from his hair.

His lover laughed, the sound almost like bells. "You know that's not what I meant." Michael shook his head. "I was right the first time."

"Right the first time? How?"

"You are a shithead." One hand reached up and slid across the tip of one of his horns. "Good thing you're my shithead."

Seth's moan slipped out of him, his horns aching. "Yours."

"From the tip of these to the soles of your feet." His horn was given a little twist, and then Michael tucked his hands away in his pockets. "Hold that thought for when we can escape."

"Soon, huh? It's Christmas Eve. All these assholes should go home soon." Christmas and gambling did not go together.

"Yeah. Twenty-four whole hours where we don't have to worry about fantasy winners or leaks or how much fucking kegs are on stock."

"Twenty-four hours of you, me, egg nog, clean sheets."

"And you've already started on the egg nog, I see." Michael stole his glass, taking a mouthful.

"I had to make sure it was good for you." Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"So good to me." His lover's eyes just twinkled.

"I try." They smiled at each other, the heat between them sudden and alight.

Silver Bells came on, a slow, sweet version and Michael set the glass on a table, slid into his arms. "Dance with me, Seth?"

"I can do that, beloved." He kissed Michael's temple, the flesh cool on his lips.

The long, slender body moved against him, and he could feel Michael's wings, glamoured away from view, but soft and tickling against his hands. He touched what he couldn't see, knowing Michael would feel it, down in his bones. Those sparkly eyelashes dropped to half mast, the look in his angel's eyes anything but angelic.

If they weren't careful, they were going to light fires. Of course, this was the season for burning yule logs...

Michael leaned in, took a long, slow kiss. A sweet moan filled his mouth, Michael pressing closer, hips sliding back and forth against his in time to the music. His hand slipped down, cupped that tight little ass.

"Seth... is it time yet?" He did love it when Michael begged so prettily.

"Fuck, yes. Shut the place down, beloved."

Michael all but purred at him, bit his lower lip, and started moving from patron to patron, encouraging the half dozen or so who were there to get the fuck out.

"Don't worry about cleaning up, Robin. Just lock the door behind you."

And then Michael was stalking back toward him, body moving easily beneath the white linen.

"Happy holidays, beloved." He reached out, palm cupping Michael's cock. Michael gasped, hips jerking and pushing that fine prick into his touch.

"Yes..." He rubbed, thumb sliding along the shaft. His.

The lights went off, leaving just the emergency spots over the doors, and he heard the front door closing, the lock shooting home.

"Oh, we're alone now. Just you and me."

"Perfect."

"Well I am an angel, after all." Michael gave him a wink and then a lewd look that was about as far from angelic as you could get.

Seth slid his hand down, cupping the heavy balls, squeezing a little. In a rush of air, the glamour was pushed away, Michael's wings suddenly appearing just as they spread out behind his lover's back.

"Beloved..." He reached out, fingers trailing through the soft feathers, stroking his angel.

Michael whimpered for him, feathers moving lightly beneath his touch. Head dropping back, Michael bared that lovely throat for him. He leaned forward, biting with his sharp teeth, just grazing the skin and making his Michael moan. Reaching around him, Michael grabbed his ass, fingers unerringly finding his tail hidden within his pants and teasing the base of it through the material. His groan felt like it was tugged out of him, his cock going hard as nails.

The Christmas music was still playing, cheesy and timeless, a fine counterpoint to the moans and groans they pulled out of each other. The need between them flared as they both hit one hot spot after another, Michael's fingers so knowing on him.

"Michael." His toes curled, tongue sliding on Michael's lips.

"Right here, babe." Michael caught his tongue and sucked on it, eyes dark with need. "How do you want me? Just name it and it's yours."

"Fuck me." He ached for it, to feel Michael, hot and hard, thick inside him.

"Yes." Michael pushed against him, let him feel that hard cock against his hip. "Where? Over one of the chairs? In our bed?"

"Is yes the wrong answer?"

Michael laughed, the sound husky and wanton. "No, I think it's just the right answer."

"Well, then. Yes. Yes, Michael." He could smell sulfur.

Michael pushed, making him walk backward until his ass hit one of the high chairs at the blackjack table, fingers working to peel off his clothes.

"Is this where we say, 'ho ho ho'?" He spread for those fingers, so cool and smooth on his skin.

"I think that comes after, babe." Michael kissed him hard, and then turned him, bending his naked form over the chair. "Seth. Just look at you."

His back arched, tail swishing in pure pleasure. "I still please you?" He was vain enough to need to know.

"Mmmhmm... Shall I tell you what pleases me about you, Seth?" Those long, cool fingers slid over his horns, rubbing and twisting. "These. I love how it makes you writhe and how I can smell your need when I touch them."

He could feel Michael's body stretched over his, and before he could respond, Michael was licking along his spine, tongue hot. "I love the way you taste."

His tail twined around Michael's cock, tugging and caressing.

"Fuck! Babe!" Whimpering, Michael reached for his chest, fingers teasing his nipples. "I love... I love these, too." His nipples went hard as horns, trying to reach for more sensations. One finger stayed to play there, the other sliding down across his belly, dipping into his navel before grabbing hold of his cock, wrapping it in a tight hold. "This. This pleases me greatly, Seth. Hard and hot and so big and all for me."

"My horn. For you." He thrust into the touch, burning drops of pre-come sliding down.

"Yes. Oh, Seth stop. What you're doing with your tail, stop before you make me come and I can't fuck you like you asked me to." He could hear the desperation in Michael's voice, knew he could make his lover crazy with his tail.

He nodded, slowly letting his tail slide free, slapping the tip of Michael's cock carefully as he pulled away.

Michael's gasp was sweet, both hands tightening on him. "That pleases me, love. Your tail? That pleases me in ways I can't even begin to describe." Michael placed a kiss on his ass, fingers beginning to tease at his hole. "So yes, my dear demon, you still please me quite well."

"If I have a say on it, I will please you beyond eternity." He bent farther down, spreading.

"I am sure you will, Seth." Another finger pushed in with the first, Michael stretching him, twisting those fingers inside him and hitting the pleasure point deep inside. Nailing it but fucking good.

He growled, head slamming back, throat working. "There."

"Like this?" Michael kept pegging mercilessly, free hand playing with his tail.

He couldn't even get the 'yes' out, just moaned and rocked, pushing back into the touch. Those fingers disappeared suddenly, his body bucking back, trying to get them inside him again.

He wasn't empty for long.

"Me now." With those words, Michael surged into him, cock pushing past the tight ring of muscles and sinking in deep.

His roar rang out, echoing into the air, smoke sharp and fierce.

"Yes! My demon. Mine." Michael's words were punctuated by thrusts, that cock hard and hot and just right inside him.

"Yours. In all ways." Seth slammed back, throat working, the promise of Michael vibrating inside him.

"Yes!" Michael moved faster, long fingers wrapping around his hips, helping him come back harder and harder.

His tail wrapped around Michael's waist, holding on.

"Oh, babe." Groaning, Michael wrapped a hand around his prick again, tugging roughly. "You still please me so much it isn't funny."

"Love." Harder. Harder, please.

Michael knew what he wanted, those thrusts getting harder, just pounding into him as Michael's fingernails scraped along the length of his cock. His seed sprayed from him, smoking and thick, burning.

"Seth!" Michael's cry came first, the thick pulse coming second, filling him with Michael's pleasure.

Seth moaned, leaned forward and rested his cheek on his hands.

Michael rested on him, cheek warm against his spine. "Shit, that was hot, Seth. You're so hot."

"Yeah. Yeah, can we do it again?"

"Uh-huh. In bed." Michael's prick slid out of him, come wetting his thighs.

"Yes. In our bed, blaspheming." He moaned at the sweet, sharp slap across his ass.

A light tug to his tail had him straightening, Michael turning him so they could kiss. Michael's fingers rubbed his horns and he hummed, loving it. Loving his Christmas angel.

"Come on, my horny devil. We have a whole day to call our own and I have plans for every moment and every inch of hot skin."

"Mmm." He nodded, pinched Michael's ass. "Ho, ho, ho."

Oh, look at his angel's face, and just listen to that laughter. "Happy day off, Seth."

"Yeah. Bed now, damn it." He winked, nodded. And merry Christmas to them.

Thursday Three

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter 11


Michael didn't do mornings unless they were delivered by special messenger in the form of his very own horny little devil. Unfortunately for them both, they usually weren't. Seth would get out of bed long before him to go down to the office and deal with shit. The fact that Seth never woke him unless there was an emergency, and even then it had to be a big one, was proof of the demon's love.

A demon who believed in true love. It had doomed them both. Still, cynic though he might be, Michael would take being stuck on earth doing the Boss' biding over anything else, heaven included, any day, if it meant he got to stay with his Seth. You didn't need to believe in something to be living it every day of your life.

So, mornings were a thing to be avoided, and Michael liked to sleep in until well past noon. Hell, he preferred to sleep until evening, but that did make Seth cranky. Noon was something they could both agree on.

Today it was nearly thirty minutes past noon and Michael was feeling horny, only there was, of course, no horny devil for him to do, or get done by. He sighed, stretching out in the sheets, the silk soft and sweet against his skin.

As he breathed in, he picked up the faint wisp of fire and brimstone that always clung to Seth's skin. Rolling over, Michael buried his nose in Seth's pillow, breathing in deeply. His hips pumped, sliding his prick along the sheets, the silk warming rapidly beneath his flesh.

He stretched his wings out slowly, imagining the air's touch was actually Seth. His lover knew how and where to touch to bring him the most pleasure. Michael could remember more than one time when Seth had explored, tying him spread-eagle and face down on the bed, and ordering him to spread his wings. He never could deny Seth, especially when the demon was busy making demands.

Michael shivered happily, his hips speeding as he remembered those hot little fingers moving over him, exploring each and every feather. Seth had taken the time to learn what kind of touch made Michael the most happy, the most shivery, the most aroused: hard over here at the edges and soft, barely there touches along the down feathers, even, gentle strokes along the middle. Sometimes, when he was in a mood, Seth would tug and make Michael arch and cry out -- it put Michael in a mood, too.

Michael's breath came faster, his hips picking up speed as well, his wings beginning to flap, just a little.

Seth loved his wings like he loved Seth's horns and tail. When that long, thin whip of flesh wrapped around his arm or thigh, it turned him on like crazy. When it wrapped around his prick... fuck, there wasn't anything to compare a tail-job to -- you had to experience it to believe it. And all Michael needed to finish off was that thought and another deep breath to pull Seth's smoky scent into his lungs and he was coming, heat shooting out of his cock and messing up the silk sheets. He humped the bed a few more times, and then folded in his wings and rolled back over and out of the wet spot. Ew, wet spots sucked.

He was going to have to do laundry today. Again. And silk was a pain in the ass to do. But nothing else felt like it. Except maybe being inside Seth's body. That tight, hot channel felt like silk. Silk that gripped him and held him tight, silk that was hotter than flame...

Moaning, Michael dropped his hands to his rapidly rising prick. Some days, once wasn't enough. And it wasn't surprising really, was it, when the object of his fantasies was none other than his Seth?

He spread his legs, reaching between them to cup his balls and roll them in their sacs. He palmed his prick with his other hand, slowly stroking up and down along it. He teased the glans just below the head, thumb rubbing and then turning to push his nail in, just for a moment, just enough to make his body jerk and heat to flood through his middle.

He could feel the heat of the flush rising up and flowing down his body. It started right there in his middle, in that place where pleasure tugged at him, and it shot out in either direction, warming his skin from toes to hair. He looked down at his flushed skin, laughing as he realised his cock was pinker still, red even. A dark, needy red, the head almost purpling as he held his fingers wrapped tight just below it.

He tapped the tip with his other hand, fingers bumping against his slit one after the other. Seth's forked tongue would press there sometimes, driving him absolutely wild. Breath ragged again already, Michael humped up into his own hand, his hips pushing as his legs shifted restlessly. He wanted that compact, hot body to wrap around. He wanted to dig his heels into Seth's ass and encourage him to push that thick cock into him, to fill him up like no one else could.

Crying out, Michael came again, seed fountaining up over his hand, coating his fingers and cock. A few last tugs had him jerking again, his flesh more sensitive now that he'd come twice in rapid succession.

He wiped his hands on the sheets -- they were already ruined, after all -- and then stretched his body, arms over his head, toes curling. He felt good, body relaxed and sated. He almost felt like mornings weren't such a bad thing. Except that it was afternoon already and he'd been awake for awhile now and still wasn't out of bed.

And frankly, he wanted to see Seth, maybe needed to; his demon was deep inside him, running through his veins like a drug. Pretty fantasies and his own hand were nice and all, but they weren't the real thing. Nothing compared to Seth, not even his own imaginings, his own memories of the demon.

And if he being discontent after coming twice, he definitely needed to get up and start the day. All right -- he needed to get up and go see Seth, make those fantasies a reality.

It didn't matter if Seth was busy or not, Michael knew his lover would drop everything for him. His poor abused cock knew, too, valiantly trying to harden once again. Grinning, Michael climbed out of bed and slipped on some clothes, heading downstairs to face what was left of the day with his Seth.