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Happy Valentine's Day!

A Jarheads Valentine's Day Interlude.


"It's snowing, Blue." Rig looked up into the sky, blinking the snowflakes away from his face.

Rock chuckled softly. "You think?"

"Uh-huh." He licked his lips, the snowflakes melting.

Rock ran a finger along Rig's lower lip. "Mmm."

He opened up, then sucked that finger in. Groaning, Rock stood a little closer.

Before things could start melting the snow, something exploded against Rock's arm, snow flying everywhere.

Rig blinked, eyes going wide. "He just hit us with a snowball."

Another snowball hit, this time on his ass.

Rock growled. "Someone's angling for a snowball fight."

"Snowball fight?" He shivered, stepped closer. "I was hoping for hot sex."

Yet another snowball hit, this one getting Rock on the neck, the exploding snow hitting Rig's skin as well.

"Hot sex is the follow-up." Rock bent to collect snow, baring Rig's chest for the next snowball.

"Come on!" shouted Dick. "It's like taking candy from babies!"

Rig grabbed Rock's ass. God, that was fine. Rock pushed back into his hand, and shot a grin over his shoulder before standing and shooting off two snowballs, Dick laughing as they nailed him.

"I'm going into the hotel for hot chocolate." Rig shook his head and headed inside. Goofballs. Hot, fine goofballs.

It wasn't long before they came into the hotel's restaurant, laughing and still roughhousing.

He was ensconced at the bar, drinking a hot chocolate with rum in it, chatting up the stud behind the bar.

His men came strutting up to where he was sitting, flanking him.

"We'll have what he's having." Oh, that was a growl in Rock's voice.

"Two dirty chocolate kisses coming up." Quint -- was that a great name or what? -- winked at Rig. "Looks like I'm going to have to share you, beautiful."

Rock just growled, one arm sliding around his waist, hand landing on his ass. Dick stepped a little closer on his other side.

Quint's smile just got bigger. "Now that's stunning."

Rig chuckled. "My men are studs."

Quint shook his head. "I was talking about how they make you glow."

"I think I like him," murmured Dick.

"I think he needs to make our drinks and stop flirting with our cowboy," growled Rock.

"I think he needs to tell whoever it is that's got him all caught up inside that he's interested." Rig winked, sipping his drink as Quint blushed.

Dick grinned. "You've already got his life story? We weren't out there that long."

"I'm good." Texans did that. It was a thing.

Quint offered his marines a drink each. "On the house."

"Thanks, man." His pretty was all smiles.

Rock just nodded his thanks.

"You need another dirty kiss, beuatiful?"

Rig grinned. "One's enough."

He could feel Rock puffing up again beside him. He let himself lean a little, let himself feel every inch of his Blue. Rock squeezed his ass. He leaned back harder, eyelids heavy. Damn, he loved that hand.

Rock made short work of his drink. "You about finished your drink, kid?"

"I am." Dick hadn't even touched it.

"Time for bed, then." Rock straightened.

Bed? It was late afternoon...

Dick had cracked up but the his pretty was moving.

Rig waved to Quint. "Good luck, kiddo."

"You too, beautiful!"

"He needs to stop calling you that," Rock growled as they headed for the elevator.

"Hmm?" He went for innocent.

Rock snorted, not sounding impressed.

Dick pressed the button and Rock's arm slid possessively back around him as they waited.

As soon as they got into the elevator he lifted his face for a kiss. Rock's mouth covered his immediately, storming his mouth.

For this he could put up with a little snow on Valentine's Day.

My God It's Monday

I don't really have a lot today -- it's Monday, a Monday that really felt like a Monday. And 9am was so not my friend this morning...

The Valentine's Day Blog Hop Contest is still open. It's here if you haven't sent your entry in.

Full Disclosure comes out on February 19



Samuel never thought the hardest thing about being a lawyer would be keeping his admin staff, but with Jeannie now leaving on pregnancy leave, he's gone through five since he became a partner. His newest assistant is Jarrod, a man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn't know he had.

Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. He thinks it's going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.

Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?

It'll be available here.

no prop8 contest winner

Congrats to Jill. I've already sent you your GC :)

Valentine's Day Blog Hop Contest!

I'm taking part in the Valentine's Day Blog Hop!



There are 263 authors participating -- that's 263 different contests. That's a lot of chances to win! Click here to see the list of participatns.

I'm offering a copy of my latest release Smoke and Fire. Just send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) with 'blog hop contest' in the subject line before midnight on Feb 14 and on Feb 15 I will randomly pull a winner.

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy -- Chapter Six


Robin jumped out of his skin, his hands moving to cover his crotch. It garnered him a chuckle from the man sitting in Robin's favorite chair. Tall and dark, it was Lazlo, the strange brownish gold eyes almost glowing as they picked up the lights from the neon signs halfway down the street outside.

"Come here, Robin. It looks like you need me."

Glancing down at himself and letting his hands fall away, Robin chuckled. The hard-on he'd been sporting all the way home was more enthusiastic than ever with Lazlo there. The man spread his arms wide and Robin went right over to stand between Lazlo's open legs.

Teeth flashing white as he grinned, Lazlo immediately began to work Robin's cock with knowing fingers. The man moved to the edge of the chair as Robin moaned loudly, and opened wide, swallowing Robin right down. There was no lead up, no teasing, just that hotter than hell mouth wrapping tightly around his need, Lazlo's quick and clever tongue sliding on his hard flesh.

"Oh, fuck!" Robin wrapped his hands around Lazlo's head, the short hair tickling against his palms.

Sharp, little teeth threatened his skin, but didn't break it, making him jerk, his balls pulling up tight. Lazlo brought things out in him that he hadn't even known he wanted, or needed. The threat of pain, the sharp, quick bite of it never failed to get him going. And Lazlo always seemed to know not to push it too far; had the insight to bring Robin just to the brink of too much ouch to be pleasurable, but never push him over into too much.

A low rumble vibrated up from Lazlo's chest, the man's hot mouth and amazing tongue transferring the vibrations to Robin's prick. It went straight to his balls, which were now in Lazlo's hand, the man squeezing them just enough to make Robin's eyes roll back in his head as he shot, coming so hard he nearly passed out.

His knees buckled and he fell, prick dragging out of Lazlo's mouth, the hot hand around his balls letting go just before the stretch became too much. He was still panting as Lazlo's mouth closed over his, the kiss hard, stealing what was left of his breath until he was overwhelmed by the taste of Lazlo's mouth and his own flavor in it.

The kiss ended and he drew in one gasping breath after another, Lazlo laughing softly as a gentle touch cupped his jaw, tilted his face up. "Look at you." He just blinked up at Lazlo, still reeling from his orgasm, from Lazlo's all-encompassing kiss. "You should always be on your knees in front of me. It makes me hard. Makes me want you, sweet Robin."

The words drew his eyes to Lazlo's package, hard flesh straining at the man's fancy slacks. He reached for it, but Lazlo chuckled and took his hands, holding them away from the strong, muscled body.

"I can wait until we're in bed, Robin."

"Oh. Okay." He tugged his hands out of Lazlo's and stood, his cock already filling again in anticipation. He tucked it away, trying not to look like he was quite as eager as he was for round two, but he'd been hot to start with and Lazlo just did it for him with those smouldering eyes and that perfect body. "You want a drink or something?"

Laughing loudly now, Lazlo stood. "No. I want to go to bed -- I can wait, but not that long."

"Oh, thank God." Robin grabbed Lazlo's hand and tugged him over to the bed in the corner of the room.

"I don't think God has anything to do with this, do you?" Lazlo pushed him onto the bed and bent over him, tugging his shirt over his head, and then undoing his jeans again, pulling them down off his hips.

Robin didn't answer, he was too busy helping Lazlo get him naked and working to make sure the man's clothes fell away as quickly as his own had. He moved back on the bed until he was lying on it properly, Lazlo following him, straddling him as they reached for the condoms and lube together.

Laughing, Robin relaxed, let Lazlo take care of things -- take care of him.

The thick fingers spread him open, one and then another and a third working slowly into him, Lazlo's eyes holding his the whole time. He couldn't escape the intense look, and it sent shivers down his spine that met up with the sharp pleasure of Lazlo's fingers stretching him.

Hips moving, Robin moaned and reached up to hold onto Lazlo's shoulders, riding the thick fingers easily. "Need more, Laz. Need you." No one ever got him worked up like Lazlo could, like Lazlo did. God, the man was hot.

"I've got what you need."

He knew. Letting one hand drop down over Lazlo's hard chest and ribbed abs, Robin wrapped it around the hot, hard length already covered in the condom. "Come on then," he begged. "Do me. Now. Please. Come on."

Chuckling, Lazlo tugged his fingers away and pushed into him. Just like with the blow-job there was no teasing, no slow entrance, just a hard thrust that filled him up all the way.

"Lazlo!" He cried out, hands wrapping around Lazlo's shoulders again and he just held on as Lazlo set up a quick, hard rhythm, his prick caught between their bodies and rubbing with every thrust.

Those strange eyes kept holding his as Lazlo moved, sending him higher and higher. Every drag of Lazlo's cock felt better than the last, and his hips moved to meet the thrusts, to keep Lazlo inside him. Everything disappeared, the dim light from the street, the way the mattress gave against his back, everything but Lazlo's heat filling him and the intensity of the man's gaze.

He never wanted it to end, but it did -- it always did. One of Lazlo's hands wrapped around his prick, tugging roughly, squeezing the tip. The cock inside him hit his gland just as Lazlo's thumbnail flicked across the head of his prick and caught for one brief, sharp moment on his slit.

Robin screamed as he came.

He held onto Lazlo as the man kept pumping, drawing shivers and shudders out of him. Just as it became too much, Lazlo froze, eyes closing, mouth opening soundlessly as the man came. Robin could feel each pulse as Lazlo filled the condom.

Then it was over and Lazlo was sliding away, getting rid of the condom and pulling him into the strong arms. He went easily, rubbing his cheek against the smooth chest as their legs tangled together. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to normal, his body growing heavy in his lover's arms.

"Anything interesting happen at work today?" Lazlo's voice was casual, easy, but Robin still tensed, the easy lassitude fading. Somehow Lazlo always knew, and he always asked about it.

"There was a fantasy slots winner."

"Yes?"

He knew what Lazlo wanted. Details. Everything he knew. "A pocket sized cowboy with a great ass."

"And what did he win?"

Robin shrugged. "He left with a young guy with great muscles. A regular." Sam was a bit of a top, nothing heavy, but he was into toys and Robin figured he was going to blow that cowboy's mind. Among other things.

"And what about the owners?"

He shrugged again. "What about them?" This was the part he hated -- he didn't much mind telling Lazlo about the fantasy winners, but the bosses… it felt wrong somehow, telling tales about them. And Lazlo always wanted to know.

"How did they react?"

"Oh, they were really pleased to have a winner -- it had been awhile since the fantasy slots hit."

"What else?"

"They left together pretty soon after the fantasy winner did."

"Hmmm. Together. As usual."

"Yep." He was ready for the post-coital nap now.

"Joined at the hip you might say." Lazlo's voice seemed to echo in the broad chest beneath his ear.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."

Lazlo made a noise, but didn't say anything else. Robin closed his eyes and made his breathing slow, made himself relax like he was going to sleep, the vision of Michael riding Seth's cock and that something else being there tickling the corner of his eye in his head.

Smoke and Fire now out!

Daslin is a fire mage living in a school on the Mountain, where he tries to stay out of trouble, not an easy task as Daslin not only is accident prone, but can't always control the fires he creates. The masters despair of him ever getting total control, and he has been forbidden to leave the draughty hallways and

His new roommate, Avan, is unlike anyone Daslin has ever met. Avan comes from the plains where he can go naked and commune with the elements without impediment. He doesn't like the Mountain, where he's been sent to learn to use his powers more efficiently; at least that's the excuse the elders give him. Avan suspects they just want him out of the way.

Avan is as delighted with his new roommate as Daslin is bemused by him. Can they get up to more than just mischief?

Read an excerpt here.

Buy it here.

Two for Tuesday

Prop 8 was ruled unconstitutional today!

To mark this I'm having a contest -- send me an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with "no prop8" in the subject line before tomorrow afternoon and I'll randomly pull a winner. The prize will be a $10 Torquere Press gift certificate.

I posted on the Rainbow Studio Blog today -- Smoke and Fire and Bald men.

(and I forgot to mention yesterday that I'll be on the Romance for the Rest of Us blog on Thursday)

My God It's Monday!

Busy week this week. I'll be at the Rainbow Studio Blog tomorrow and at the TRS release party on Thursday and I'm gearing up for various Valentine's Day blog hops and parties...

Speaking of releases, Smoke and Fire will be out on Wednesday!

Torquere Press has a discount coupon on today and tomorrow -- blahs2012 gets you 20% off your order!

Finished up the next Shibari Auction House story today. I need to let it sit a day or two, then edit and send to my editor at Changeling.

Now there's a beer with my name on it. Have a good week everyone.

Fiction Friday, Part 2

Club Fantasy, Chapter Five


Robin watched as the bosses made their way out the back, trying to make it look casual. Robin could tell, though, that they were anything but casual.

He knew a lot of things about the bosses. That they were lovers was right at the top of that list. He'd always thought so, just from the way they looked at each other when they thought no one was looking, but then he'd walked in on them one day, Michael straddling Seth, his tongue down Seth's throat, Seth's cock up Michael's ass. There'd been something else there as well. Something about Michael that he'd seen, almost out of the corner of his eye, and then it had been gone. He'd never seen it again, and it tickled at his mind, but he could never quite catch it head on, no matter how often he closed his eyes and relived that moment. Which, considering how often the image of the two of them started out his one-handed fantasies...

Donny, the newest waiter, a sweet little thing with short dark curls and a ready smile, called his name and Robin shook himself out of his reverie. He checked his watch as he poured Donny's drinks. "Five minutes to last call." It looked like he'd be closing tonight while the bosses... His prick perked and he let the thought fade as he started wiping down the bar.

Folks started pairing up as soon as they rang the last call bell. It was always fun to watch, to see who went home with who and who went home alone. Club Fantasy attracted all sorts and Robin always played matchmaker in his head. Sometimes he got it right, sometimes he got it wrong, although the longer he worked here, the better he got at the game. Others went all-in on last gasp bets, eager to end the night on a high note. The players tended to go home with someone on their arm if they won big, or if they'd come in with someone to start with.

Robin poured the last drink of the night, and started closing down the bar. The routine was familiar, comfortable, and Robin could do it in his sleep. Which was a good thing because he was back to remembering that moment he'd walked in on. There was just something about the bosses...

Well, okay, he knew what it was. He'd had the hots for both of them at one time or another -- Michael with his lanky height and his sarcastic humor and Seth's dark good looks. Even the strange bumps on Seth's head were sexy. Ever since Robin had first seen them, he'd wondered if they were deformities or man-made. He'd seen a circus freak show once where the tattooed man had had metal inserted just below the skin all over his body. Though Seth was far too sexy and sophisticated to ever be a circus freak. Still, they all had their pasts, didn't they?

One by one, the waiters counted out their tips and left him his share. He counted out his own, taking the coin the cowboy'd given him and adding it to the little basket full of them in the safe. He wondered how the cowboy's night was going, if his fantasy was everything he expected it to be. Robin knew the bosses had special insight into people, and he knew that you had to be careful what you wished for, even in your heart of hearts.

He made sure the cash and alcohol were secure and turned off the music and the lights. The place looked different all quiet and dark with only the lights from the emergency exit signs giving everything a low red glow. The fantasy slots were at the very back, the two side machines shining in the light given off by the middle one. The big fantasy prize machine. The dance floor looked empty and dark, the bar nothing more than a long shadow along the back wall. Games and tables were interspersed along the rest of the space and in the dark you couldn't tell which was which. Hell, half the time when the place was full you still couldn't tell, especially when impromptu card games and wagers broke out. It always struck him as funny how big the place seemed inside; you'd never guess it was this big from the storefront.

Robin thought he heard a bump against the door to the back of the place and frowned until it was followed up by a low, wanton moan. Oh. His prick firmed right up in his jeans; the bosses were at it again.

Leaning against the bar, Robin closed eyes, his hand drifting down to press against his package. He wondered whose back had banged up against the door, which one was the aggressor, Michael or Seth? From what he'd seen, Michael had been the one catching, but he hadn't been a passive player, that kiss he was giving Seth had been aggressive. There was no telling which one topped, or even if just one of them did. He kind of liked the thought of them switching. The thought of one of them in him while he did the other one...

Was wrong. This was not what he should be doing; furtively listening for sounds from the private room out back and jacking himself through his jeans. It was definitely wrong and he shouldn't be doing it. He repeated the thought a few times in his head, whispered it out loud once and looked down at his offending hand, demanding it remove itself from his jeans immediately.

It took a few moments and a low groan of his own before it finally obeyed him. Shit, he had to stop thinking of the bosses like that.

He grabbed his keys and hightailed it out of the club, locking the door behind him and leaving the bosses to whatever it was they were up to in that back room. He only wished it was as easy to put the fantasies in his head behind a door and lock them away.

He walked as quickly as he could, his balls aching like crazy, his cock pushing against his zipper like it was going to leap out and attack the first guy with a cute ass he saw. He kept his head down.

He tried to think about cold showers, jumping into cold lakes, gross and slimy stuff, anything to get his libido under control, but it wasn't working. He took in the nearly empty streets with their storefronts, the alleys full of garbage bins. His cock continued to ache and his mind kept wandering back to Michael and Seth and what they might look like beneath their suits, what they were doing to each other right now. What they would do with him, what they'd make him do to them; they were after all the bosses.

All right. He was going to have to do something about this. He resolved to let himself have the fantasy for tonight. He could go home and jack off until his balls fell off, thinking about it, and then he'd never ever do this again, never use Michael and Seth to get off with.

It was a plan.

He took a left onto the side street his tiny apartment was on and took the stairs two at a time. Putting the key into the door with one hand, he undid the top button of his jeans with his other, fingers already pushing in, pushing the zipper down and reaching for flesh as he went in. Shoving the door closed, he leaned against it and wrapped his hand around his cock -- fuck, the first time was going to be fast.

His eyes flew open and his hand froze as he heard a sound.

"Hello, Robin."

Fiction Friday, part 1

Testing Leather was originally in Toy Box: Flogger. In it is the first appearance of Marcus and Jim and it was from there that the whole Hammer Club world came about. That's right, two throwaway characters at the beginning of a story featuring an established couple and they took their three paragraphs and ran with it. (are still running in fact!)

I've put it up as a free read. There's a new contest there, too.

The next chapter of Club Fantasy will be coming soon.