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Soaring With Hawk now out in ebook!

When factory worker Jester lets supervisor Hawk convince him to visit the Velvet Glove, he has no idea what to expect. Hawk treats Jester with kindness, and soon enough, Hawk wants Jester to move in and be with him for the rest of their lives. Jester's family are less than thrilled, but when he thinks he has nowhere else to go, he discovers that he'll always have a place with Hawk.

Originally published on the Turn of the Screw Serial service and in the paperback volume, Velvet Glove 1.

You can buy it here.

Jester was feeling very strange. Not a bad strange, not at all; more like nothing was quite real. Not the car with its so soft seats, or Hawk with his so soft lips. And certainly not the tall building with the neon purple lights and the elegantly dressed doorman and the people wearing such fancy clothes as they came and went.

He looked down at his jeans and the t-shirt beneath his old, second-hand jacket. He didn't fit in here. He was neat and tidy and clean, but he certainly wasn't elegant or fancy or fine. He wanted to reach out for Hawk's hand, but he didn't want to presume. Perhaps he was dreaming. Perhaps none of this was real.

Then, Hawk's hand slid into his. "Come. We'll dine down here tomorrow evening as we'd planned. Tonight, let's simply be the two of us, yes? Quiet and casual? Easy."

He clung to Hawk's hand and to how solid and warm and real it felt. "I would like that, Hawk."

He was led into a lift and taken up and up and up. Hawk relaxed beside him, talking quietly to different people as they came on and off, one hand softly stroking Jester's hair. Then they stepped off into a softly lit hallway, down to a door where Hawk's palmprint was read and it opened. "Come in, Jester."

Jester stepped through the door, looking around with wide eyes. It was so quiet and everything looked like it was new. The room was very simple, all soft browns and warm hints of reds and oranges. There were large cushioned places to sit, low tables, and a vid-feed on the wall showing a visual of a fire.

"Can I put your coat away?" Sure hands took his coat off, sliding it down his arms and depositing it in a hidden closet. "Have a seat, Jester."

Jester toed off his workboots, not wanting to ruin the rich looking carpet, and wandered, looking at everything first before sitting down one of the large cushioned couches. He was back to that unreal feeling again. He wondered where the leather sofa was. Perhaps in one of the other rooms. Three whole rooms, just for Hawk. And such quiet. It was magical.

"Would you like a drink?" Hawk brought over a tray with thin crystal glasses and a carafe with a shimmering blue-violet liquid inside.

"Okay." He'd never drunk anything that color before. It reminded him of the lights outside of the club.

"This is abithe -- quite sweet and light. Almost a juice." He was poured a bit and then Hawk poured himself some and raised the glass. "To new friends."

Jester raised his glass the same way Hawk did and repeated the words. "To new friends."

He waited until Hawk drank and then tried to imitate the genteel sip.

Oh, the drink was sweet, dancing on his tongue. He took another sip, and then another.

"You like it?" Hawk leaned against the back of the sofa, long hair in a braid over his shoulder.

"It's nice. I've never tasted anything like it." Jester smiled over at Hawk, beginning to relax.

"Would you like another? Or would you rather wait to eat?" Hawk reached over and stroked Jester's lips, tracing them with one finger.

He leaned into the touch, mouth opening, tongue sliding out to touch Hawk's finger. The taste made him shiver, as did his own boldness.

"Which do you prefer?" he asked, eyes on the glittering black of Hawk's.

"I would prefer another kiss, pretty Pet. I would give you a taste from my own lips."

"Oh..." Jester nodded eagerly. Hawk's kisses were like nothing he'd ever felt before. "I would like that, too."

Two for Tuesday

Here's a not really safe for work excerpt from Opening Moves.

No permanent marks without written permission of the above.

No refusals unless the contract is voided.

If the contract is voided at any time, payment will be prorated.

No images, video, etc. will be recorded.

All parties must be tested clean of communicable diseases. All parties agree to be exclusive among named parties for the duration of the contract.

All parts of the above will be accessible to the primaries, for whatever use they choose, barring previous exceptions.

Jason stared.

This was insane. Crazy.

But the money…

And a place to live for a year, to just train and get himself together.

He…

God.

What would they want to do to him? What did 'all parts' mean? He tried to imagine having another man touch his cock, his balls, his ass… His brain skittered away from the thought, his belly going tight. No.

No, he just couldn't, could he?

No. No way.

He picked up the phone and dialled the number they'd given him.

He was just going to say no. Sorry. Thanks. No.

"Hello!" A bright, cheery voice answered. "You've got Rook!"

"I… Hello. This is…this is Jason Myer, from the coffee shop?" The guy you offered to make your sex kitten for a year?

"Jason!" Rook laughed—the sound happy, really happy. "I'm so glad you called. I've been thinking about you a lot."

"I… I looked at the contract thing."

"That's great. You have any questions?"

"I just… I don't think… I don't think I can do it. It's a great offer, but I don't think I can let a guy touch me like that."

"Oh, honey. Why don't you come for that trial we offered? Just the afternoon. We'll share some lunch—we'll fool around a little. Then you can decide."

He sighed, leaned his head on his hand. He liked Rook, a lot. Of all of them, the man seemed the most approachable, the most real. "Can… Can you and I meet for a coffee, first?"

Somehow Rook was the…least intense of the three.

"Sure, whatever you need. Same place?" The agreement was ready, easy, like Rook didn't have anything to hide.

"Yeah. Yeah, thanks. When's good for you?"

"I can come now, if you want."

"Okay. I can be there in ten minutes." He swallowed hard. "Thanks, man. I'm just…this is a little wiggy."

"Of course. Anything you need to make you feel more comfortable, I mean it. Okay. Be there in ten. You're a no-fat chai, right?"

"Yeah." Dude, the man remembered.

"See you soon, honey."


Here's a not exactly work safe excerpt from the sequel I am working on.


He watched the snow falling for hours, just mounding up around the window sill, white and fluffy. The studio wasn't cold, not at all, but a part of him felt a little chilled, just from watching the ice crystals build. Jason shivered, making sure the motion was tiny, not moving him on the lounge chair in the least.

"Be still, Jase. I'm almost done." Knight was painting furiously.

"I am." He was naked, except for a soft, silken drape over his thighs.

The front door opened and shut closed, Rook's voice singing out, reaching them even here in the studio. "Hello, honeys, I'm home!"

Jason smiled. The sound of Rook's voice made him happy, every time he heard it.

"Don't move!" Knight spoke loudly enough that Rook no doubt heard it from the front of the house because it was followed by the sound of the man's laughter and then he appeared at the door.

"Look at this! Two of my favorite people in the whole world both together." Rook draped himself over Knight and kissed Knight's cheek.

"Working, Rookie." Knight did smile, though, which Jason had learned over the past month was rare.

"I know." Rook's eyes wandered over the canvas, and he licked his lips. "God, you're a talented asshole, aren't you?" Rook gave Knight another kiss and then backed off, blowing a kiss at Jason. "So how long before we can puppy pile?"

"Ten minutes, tops." Knight growled the words, eyes dragging over his body.

"Does he need fluffing or anything?" Rook asked, voice hopeful.

"No touching. You'll destroy my view."

Rook pouted and sighed loudly.

Winner!

Congrats to Helena B., winner of an ebook copy of Soaring With Hawk, a Velvet Glove story, which comes out tomorrow!!

My God It's Monday!

I can't believe January is almost over -- we're a month into 2012. Wow.

My newsletter for January just went out -- I'm squeaking it in under the wire here for getting it out while it's still January, but I had to because if I didn't, I'd have blown getting it out monthly in 2012 right at the first month of the year and that would suck. Although then the pressure to actually get it out once a month would also be gone right off the bat. Glass half empty, glass half full.

Impromptu contest! Soaring With Hawk, a Velvet Glove story from Turn of the Screw and the print book Velvet Glove, Volume 1, will be out on Wednesday. If you'd like an ebook copy, send me an email with 'Hawk' in the subject line to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) before noon tomorrow and I'll randomly draw a winner.

Did I mention I had a new release today?

Chess: Opening Moves from Total E-Bound!


It's a hot read with three guys who love each other and a fourth they're trying to convince to join them. I'm working hard on the sequel. (I said hard!)

Chess: Opening Moves now out!

My first story with Total E-Bound is now available!



Book one in the Chess Series

Threesome Rook, Knight and Bishop make Jason an offer he can't refuse. Can the four of them be exactly what they each need? Find out in this Opening Move.

Rook, Knight and Bishop have been searching for a fourth man to join their threesome for quite a while when Knight meets Jason, the live model in the art class he's auditing. He thinks that Jason is the perfect man for them and his lovers Rook and Bishop quickly agree. The trick will be convincing Jason...

Join these sexy men as they make their Opening Moves.

You can buy it here.


Rook bounced as they headed toward the Z'va coffee house, walking between Knight and Bishop, his two favourite people in all the world. "He was a stud, Knight. He really was."

"I told you." Knight winked at him, goosed him gently. "O ye of little faith and large penis."

He jumped at the goosing and rounded on Knight, his ire fading as he played the words back. "His was pretty impressive, too. You think it was just a shower? Or a grower, too?"

"That I don't know. He's never sprung wood in class." Knight winked.

"That's a damn shame." Rook stepped back between them and looped a hand each through Knight's and Bishop's arms. He loved touching them. Hell, he loved them, plain and simple. "So. I know I'm not the only one who wants to do him six ways to Sunday."

Bish snorted. "Or get done by him."

"Sure. I'm easy." He was. As both his lovers well knew.

"He might say no... You do realise this, dear boys." Knight could be such a turd.

"You wouldn't have suggested it if you believed that."

Knight nodded, hips bumping his. "He's got a great ass and the rumours are he's unattached. A little gym bunny."

"I didn't get a good look at his ass, but the rest of him was vavavavoom!"

"I saw his ass," put in Bishop. "It was great."

"I need a cup of coffee. I told him where we'd be. We're sticking with the original plan, boys?"

They'd made similar offers before-four times. No one'd ever said yes. Of course, Knight hadn't picked before.

A boy. A man. A lover. Someone for them to play with at will. They'd started talking about it late one night-the three of them naked and lazy, sprawled. Knight had been teasing Bish about getting a houseboy, someone they could touch, drive crazy. Boss around a little. Play with.

That had been Knight's phrase. Play with.

Rook nodded eagerly and Bishop grunted an affirmative.

Rook tried not to get excited, but damn. It wasn't easy.

They piled into the shop, waved at Rick and Les. "The usual, boys?"

"Please. You and Bish go sit, I'll get it." He pulled his wallet out and sauntered up to the counter.

Rick grinned at him and Les made the black coffee, the mocha latte, and the triple espresso with a shot of caramel. "We haven't seen you three in almost a week. I was going to send a search party."

"If you promise it'll be full of studs, it'll be another week before we're back."

"Shit, I can't afford that! Knight keeps me in business!"

He pouted. "Too bad. I guess we'll have to keep finding our own studs."

He handed over a twenty and waved away the offered change. Grabbing the tray, he headed to the table Knight and Bishop had chosen. Knight was straddling a chair backwards, Bishop's hands on his lean shoulders, rubbing hard. Knight looked tired, but each touch seemed to make that sexy body to relax. Rook licked his lips. Who needed a search party of hotties when he had his two very own personal studs to love on?

The look on Knight's face was pure bliss-lips parted, surrounded by goatee and moustache, the hair black as pitch.

"No orgasming in the coffee shop-they'll throw us out again," Rook teased, putting their coffees down on the table.

"Shh. He's rubbing. Don't distract him." vHe grinned at Bishop, who just smiled back. "I'll do you when we get home."

It was probably for the best-he'd never met a massage he didn't want to turn into more. Especially when Bish was the one dishing out the massage—you could feel the love in every touch.

Knight moaned, the sound like liquid sex. "Bish has the best hands."

"He does." Rook was getting hard. Between the look on Knight's face and the memories of what exactly those hands could get up to...

He sat down and pulled his chair up to the table. Bish could make you beg, make you scream, make you hurt in ways that felt so fucking good after... And after... He never ever doubted that Bish loved him.

He tried not to whimper-he already had a reputation for being easy, so the last thing he needed was to get all hot and bothered by memories.

Knight met his gaze, near-black eyes dazed. "Tell me when you see him."

Not if.

When.

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter 4


Michael watched, amused, as their fantasy game winner left with a stud, their hands in each other's back pockets. Oh yeah, he and Seth were good. Of course Sam probably wasn't exactly what Kody was expecting, but most folks didn't admit their true fantasies, even to themselves. Sam would keep Kody busy and happy for some time, he imagined.

He grabbed another cigarette and turned to his lover for a light. "Not a bad night's work."

"No. Not at all. That little cowboy's going to have one hell of a ride." Seth arched an eyebrow, eyes twinkling. Mmm... his Seth was such a sexy little devil.

"You gonna light me up, love?" he asked, putting the cigarette between his lips and leaning in.

One long finger lifted, a flame lighting the darkness. "Eternally, Beloved."

He pulled in the smoke and held it in his lungs, tasting Seth in the flavor of it. Then he let it go, blowing it in his lover's face. "I'm going to hold you to that."

"You take such joy in binding me with promises..." Sweet wickedness.

"And well I should -- you just smolder right through rope." His feathers began to itch.

"That is why you prefer chain, beloved." He could smell Seth's desire, like a faint perfume that marked everything.

He breathed deeply, the itch growing stronger, his cock filling, and he let his hand hang casually across the front of his pants. "We could let Robin close up."

"We could. He's trustworthy." Seth's eyes followed his hand.

That gaze was not helping the tenting problem he had going in his trousers. "Come on," he growled. "Let's go before I embarrass myself further."

"Bossy angel." The tiny horns were just visible as Seth stood, tempting him unbearably.

"Yes." He'd agree to pretty much anything just now, just to get Seth moving, get to where he could stroke those little horns and play with the thin, sexy tail. To where he could feel Seth against him.

Seth led the way, ass swaying so easily, the hint of tail inside the fine trousers enough to make him hard. He followed closely, the sounds and sights of the club fading away as he focused in completely. As soon as the door closed behind him, he grabbed Seth's arm, and pulled his very own demon back into his arms.

Hard and hot, Seth pressed against him, rubbed close. Wanton.

Michael reached for those little horns, his cock throbbing as soon as he touched them. "Seth..." Moaning, he pushed their mouths together, fingers sliding over the little nobs.

"Be...beloved." Seth groaned, the horns warm, alive, so sensitive to his touch.

"Yours, Seth." His tongue slid over Seth's lips, the taste smoky, but not like his cigarette; Seth was pure fire.

"Yes." Seth's kiss went white-hot, the hands dragging over the curve of his wings near flame. Moaning, he spread his wings for Seth, feathers shivering, each begging for a chance at that touch.

His fingers tugged at Seth's shirt, opening the little pearl buttons. Seth's nipples begged for his touch, for tugs and sharp bites, for his attention, his love. Bending, he tongued the right one first, then the left, then he gave Seth what he really wanted, teeth closing over the small point.

"Beloved!" Seth arched, the scent of need sudden, brimstone and smoke filling the air.

Biting and nipping still, he reached for Seth's pants, hands clawing at the button and the zipper, trying to get to Seth's need. That long cock curved up like a horn, dark and hard, red-tipped for him.

"Oh, lover..." He slid slowly to his knees, mouth dragging along Seth's skin as he went down, his hands pushing the fancy pleated trousers down to Seth's ankles.

"Your own. Your lips are pure sin." The words fell on him like a prayer.

"Your skin burns them." He pressed a kiss into Seth's hip and then turned his attention to that needy cock, breathing on it, breathing it in.

The sweetest perversities fell from Seth's lips, the pleas very nearly a dark hymn. They spurred him on, his tongue lashing at Seth's cock. Reaching around, he found Seth's tail, and rubbed the base of it. Seth's cry rang out, the thin tail lashing furiously, snapping against his wrist, his arm.

Oh, yes. Growling, he grabbed the end of the thin tail and brought it around Seth's body. Smiling up at Seth, he put the end of the tail into his mouth and sucked on it like it was the dark cock. The fire in the hearth flared, Seth limned in the back light, the fierce beauty capturing him, bone-deep.

He forgot to breathe for a moment, and then he gasped, Seth's tail falling away. With a groan, he wrapped his lips around the tip of Seth's prick instead, the dark, smoky taste of his lover exploding across his tongue. Clawed fingers pushed into his hair, Seth arching for him, pushing that cock deep into his throat. He swallowed around the tip, hands sliding up along Seth's legs before grabbing hold of the man's ass and encouraging Seth to fuck his mouth.

Seth groaned, snarled, hips pushing into him, again and again. "Beloved. Need. Such need." He sucked harder, encouraging the thrusts, wanting every bit of that need. It belonged to him. Grabbing onto Seth's tail again, he wrapped it around his hand. "Please!" The fire blazed and burning seed splashed on his tongue.

He swallowed Seth down, every last drop of his lover's essence sliding along his throat and into his belly, warming him from the inside out. Moaning, he pulled slowly off, tongue licking and lapping, clinging a few moments longer.

"A good night's work, yes?" Seth's hand traced his jaw, nails just scraping.

The sharp touches went straight to his cock, making it even harder, and he moaned, head falling back, letting him gaze up at his lover. "Yes."

"You desire me." The words weren't a question. Not at all.

"Always." He stayed where he was, kneeling, a supplicant. He tugged a little on Seth's tail, knowing it would spark inside his lover, and his wings slowly opened again, spreading for Seth.

"My angel." Seth reached out, fingers tickling and tracing his feathers.

Hips snapping, he gasped. "Yes. Yes, yours." He wanted. He needed. He reached for Seth, hands wrapping around his lover's hips.

"What can I give you? What do you need?" The deep, rich voice vibrated in the shafts of his feathers.

He shivered and slowly flapped his wings once. "Fill me, Seth. No one has ever filled me as you do." No one was as hot and hard as his lover.

Seth's prick, still full and dark and heavy, curved up toward the flat belly. "Yes. Yes, ready yourself so I can have you."

He stood slowly and tugged his clothing away, gaze moving between Seth's eyes and his cock. Michael's heart thumped in his chest, going a mile a minute.

Naked, he started sucking on his fingers, and then turned, one hand bracing himself against the wall. He spread a little, and reached back, pushing his fingers inside. His soft-hearted demon couldn't stand idly by for long, and soon one long finger slid alongside his own, stretching him wider.

"Yes! Oh, Seth." He pushed back, greedy.

One finger became two, Seth asking no quarter. His head dropped back on his shoulders, his hips pushing back, riding their fingers. It would be that dark, heavy prick soon. Just the thought had him jerking his fingers away, only Seth's left in him now. "Please, love. You now."

He got no answer, except for the press of that cock deep inside, filling him. Hot and huge, undeniable. So good. It had him keening, his fingers curling against the wall, his feathers trembling.

"My own." Seth's growl slid down his spine, dark and hungry, the scent of brimstone strong.

He loved this, loved the heat and the scent. He loved belonging, heart and soul, to Seth. "More."

"Yes. All I have." Their skin slapped together, the heat between them fantastic. He reached back to grab Seth's hip, tugging, encouraging, wanting even more. "Demanding." The words were growled, teeth sinking into his shoulder.

He shouted and bucked, body going tight. "Seth." Another thrust and he came, seed spraying over the wall, his ass clasping Seth's cock tight.

Heat flooded him in a rush, Seth roaring out his pleasure.

He clenched his ass muscles, squeezing Seth's cock as he moaned, head twisting back for a kiss. Seth's mouth landed on his, the kiss wild and sharp-toothed. His whole body was aflame, alive like nothing else ever duplicated. Just this, just here. The kiss went on and on, Seth stealing his breath, eyes burning into him.

He touched Seth's cheek with one wing, feathers sliding over his lover.

His.

Two Tickets to Paradise

Look for Velvet Glove talk and excerpts (and a discount code for Torquere) on torquere_social and at the TRS Release Party today.

I got the cover and coming soon link for the Dreamspinner Press anthology Two Tickets to Paradise.



A vacation is exactly what these men need to find love in their lives. It may be about looking for a little fun, gaining a fresh perspective after a breakup, or building up the nerve to take the plunge. Whether they travel by plane, train, or automobile, none of them want to go it alone. They're hoping romance will be the ticket to finding paradise in another man's arms.

There are fifteen stories in all -- you can see who the other authors are and read all the blurbs here.

My story is Something Different: Tuscon Andrews is in Las Vegas to celebrate his birthday. Alone. He's just questioning the wisdom of that move when he runs into Adam Brewster. He and Adam split a long time ago; they'd been good together, but never seemed to have the time for each other. The intervening years don't seem to have dulled the passion between them any, has anything else changed or is this destined to be a holiday fling?

Today's chapter of Club Fantasy is comign soon :)

Thursday Three

Tomorrow I am at torquere_social
Tomorrow I am also at the Torquere Release Party on TRS.
Saturday I am at LRCs chat group for Torquere Authors Day.

Love and the Farmer

Now available:

Love and the Farmer

Love is the best, and brattiest, sub at the club. Punishments are fun for Love, as long as he's the center of attention. Then Freddie comes along. Freddie agrees to take Love on, and Love's furious at being taken in hand by this country bumpkin, but he learns soon enough that Freddie is far from a bumbling farmer.

Originally published on Turn of the Screw and in the print volume Velvet Glove, Volume 1.

You can buy it here.

Two for Tuesday

Almost finished writing Kerry and Bellamy's story. (Hammer boys)

I'm also almost finished Alec and Benj's story. (Shibari Auction House boys)